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"Mo-oom," I groan, accepting the cake as I hide behind Bryce. "Don't embarrass me in front of the new residents."
My mother blows me a kiss. "I love you and remember to tell your Daddy to pay your credit card bill like I always did because credit is very important in this world."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, now you’re trying to humiliate me."
Bryce airplanes a bite of cake into my mouth. "Bzzzzzzzzz, no time for arguing with your mommy, only for eating cake."
I try not to laugh as I open my mouth and accept his gift. I chew slowly, savoring every bite.
There’s frosting on my lip. Bryce leans in, and licks it off with his tongue. "That’s delicious."
I bat my eyelashes, then lean in to hug him. "Me or the cake?"
"Both," Bryce growls, wrapping his arm around my waist and clenching my ass. "I’m the type of man who wants his cake and to eat it, too."
The residents rush into the building. Each thanks us as they pass, so grateful to be given a new safe home. I can already tell that this is going to be known as the LGBTQ+ complex because every resident is a part of the community.
It’s wonderful to be surrounded by people like yourself. These people will live their days within a caring group of love, peace, and positivity.
I twirl in a circle, then leap into Bryce’s arms. "I’m so proud of you, Daddy."
"I’m proud of you." Bryce boops my nose. "For being so cute."
I preen, then blush. "You made your grandmother proud today. I know this has been a long time coming, but you pulled it off. Not many grandsons care about their grandmothers like that."
"I only wish she were still alive to see it." Bryce lets out a sigh.
I nod sagely. "I get that, but it’s crucial to know that she’s looking down from LGTBQ+ heaven and smiling at you. Her heart is filled with gratitude."
"Is LGTBQ+ heaven different from regular heaven?" Bryce scratches his temple.
"Yeah," I drawl jokingly, "they let the LGTBQ+ in."
Bryce cracks out a laugh, then turns to look into my eyes. "Enough joking, boy. Tell Daddy if you’re ready for RenFest next weekend."
This is all Bryce has been talking about this week. RenFest, RenFest, RenFest. He’s dreaming of jousting, lords and ladies, and delicious funnel cakes.
I think he had a dream about jousting someone on a horse last night. He kept poking his big stick into my thigh as he kicked at the air like he was giddyap-ing a horse.
I pull a fake beard out of my back pocket. "How could I not be?"
We burst into laughter as we eat cake, chat with the incoming residents, thank my parents for swinging by, and lose ourselves in each other’s arms.
I’m excited to go to RenFest with my Daddy but I’m even more excited for something else.
Bryce has hinted about me becoming his "forever" boy quite a few times, and I think he’s going to pop the question soon.
We head inside the complex, chatting with my parents, and I realize how lucky I am to have loving parents and a Daddy who loves me. Waxley and Calloway don't have parents who truly care about them like mine do—or at least like they do now. My father sure was distant before, but Bryce taught him to treat me right.
Last week, my father and I had a special date together, and I ate so much ice cream that I swung on the swings at our local park for two hours straight. He pushed me on the swings, and I sighed as I rocked back and forth, the sugar helping me feel as light as a feather.
My father never disliked me, no—he simply didn’t know how to relate to me. Now, he does.
We head to the rec room in the new complex. I scream when I see the walls.
Trucks, dirt, and diggers are painted onto every surface. The basketball court is painted like a big dump truck. There’s a shelf lined with stuffed teddy bears and every single one looks like Bob. They all wear yellow hardhats and reflective vests.
My jaw drops as I turn to Bryce. "What is this place?"
