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“Good boy. It sounds to me like maybe we both need to work on trusting we’re enough for each other. But we’ll get there.”
Chapter 27
Nash
I sent Spencer into the bathroom to splash some water on his face and to get ready to have breakfast with Keith.
“He’s probably going to tell you to find yourself a boy who’s a lot less trouble after this.” He sounded so disappointed in himself.
“You’re wrong, sweet boy. He won’t think that at all, but even if he did, it wouldn’t matter. I love you, and you’re it for me. The end. No matter what anyone says. Now take your time and get cleaned up, but don’t hide in here. That French toast is going to be delicious.”
I kissed him on the forehead and pushed him toward the bathroom door. Then I made my way back to the kitchen where Keith was busy cleaning up the mess we’d made cooking breakfast.
“Is he okay?” he asked.
“He is now.” I rubbed my hand over my face. “Fuck, man, I almost messed that up big time. Not on purpose, but still.”
My brother glanced over my shoulder to make sure we were alone. “What was that all about?”
I didn’t want to say too much because Spencer’s business was his own, but I also knew that Keith would be worried about it if he didn’t get some kind of explanation.
“All he heard me saying was that he was satisfied, but I didn’t know if it was enough for me, and he misunderstood. He has some past traumas regarding thinking he isn’t enough for his partners, and it kind of set that off. We’re good now, though. Hell, better than good. I explained about the house and asked him to move in with me.”
Keith nodded. “That boy’s a sensitive soul. All you have to do is have one conversation with him to see that.”
“He is, but contrary to what you might think based on this morning, he isn’t fragile. That boy survived things…” I shook my head. “We got lucky, man. Real fucking lucky. Not all people should have children.”
“Ain’t that the truth? Is he going to come eat?”
“Yeah, he just needed a minute.”
“Gotcha. I put the French toast in the oven so it wouldn’t get cold. Why don’t you grab it, and I’ll warm us up some syrup?”
As we were finishing that up, Spencer came into the kitchen. He was chewing on his lower lip anxiously. But Keith saw him and didn’t hesitate to put him at ease. He went straight to him and wrapped him in one of his bear hugs. Then he stepped back and smiled down at him.
“My brother tells me French toast is one of your favorites, so I taught him how to make it. If you two are going to be living together, he needs to pull his own weight in the kitchen.”
Spencer grinned at me. “I’m not sure either of us are worth much in the kitchen, so we’ll learn together.”
“Damn right, we will. Now come and eat this delicious French toast that, I remind you, I helped make.”
In the end, we stayed an extra day in Vesper before going back to River Gorge. Spencer wanted to go hang out with Julius for a bit and tell him his news. Plus, I had a few errands I wanted to run, as well.
I’d also promised him a trip to the bookstore. That, of course, took forever because bookstores were his happy place. Then, we decided to check out the furniture stores to get an idea of what we wanted to get for the house. We weren’t ready to purchase anything since neither of us had seen the inside yet, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t get ideas.
I’d been living in a bunkhouse and didn’t have any bills aside from my truck payment, so I had a fair amount saved up. Same with Spencer. He made good money as a nurse, and because he’d spent the first six months or so before he moved to River Gorge living at his grandparents’ ranch, he had a nice nest egg put back, as well. Neither of us were about wasting our savings, so we agreed that whatever we bought should be comfortable and long-lasting.
When we got back to River Gorge on Sunday morning, neither of us wanted to leave the happy little bubble we’d created for ourselves, so we’d spent all day Sunday curled up together on his couch, making more plans for our future and binge-watching old episodes of Supernatural.
I showed up at work on Monday morning over the moon. I had a new job, a new house, and my boy to share it with. I got right to work, feeding the horses and cleaning their stalls. That was where Cruz found me.
“Well, good morning, Nash. I take it things went well over the weekend?”
I grinned at him. “What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. It isn’t every day I find one of my hands out here humming a happy song while doing literal shit work.”
Had I been humming? I didn’t realize it, but I guess I was.
