Timothy handed him the directions.
“Bring him here tonight. We will have dinner. Callen will want to say goodbye. Again.”
Gene tucked the paper into his pocket.
And shared.
“He loves Callen a lot.”
Timothy laughed.
Oh, the irony of that statement.
Trust and believe, he knew what would become of his grandsons’ relationship. He’d seen that in the smoke too. Had Callen been born of another father, he and Ethan would have been a couple.
The twin spirits would have come together. The only wall between them was the fact that they were half-siblings.
“Oh, well, Callen feels the same. Only, the worst part of being brothers is the fighting, but if one needed the other, they would show up.”
Gene believed that.
If his brothers called, he’d head home. Oh, they likely wouldn’t because of him being gay, and his parents disappointed in him, but still.
He’d go.
“I’ll try to get him here for dinner. Ethan isn’t easily convinced either way. I can’t force him into the vehicle at gunpoint.”
Timothy laughed.
“That was a polite way of saying he is stubborn. I amWELL-AWARE.”
Gene laughed too.
“But it’s sexy, so…”
Timothy stood.
“I hope that you stay in my son’s life for the longest time,” he stated, even though he knew what was coming. “I hope your paths always stay connected.”
Gene stood too.
“You said I marry him. Wouldn’t that mean they do?” he asked.
Oh, it was going to be a wild ride for this man filled with grief, loss, and pain. Timothy suspected he would withstand it just fine.
Gene Cantrell was strong of mind and soul.
Timothy nodded.
“Yes. He desperately needs to feel attached to someone, and when you propose, he will never doubt that it will happen. It will give him so much peace to have that reassurance.”
Gene wanted that.
He wanted that connection.
“Oh, and get him that pet cat.”
Gene stared at him for one reason, and only one reason. That was a joke between them, and they were going to find a cat as soon as they’d gotten back from Puerto Rico, until this all went sideways.
