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Glenn

Sometimes, I felt like BJ had lived here forever, and other times, it felt like a moment, but we had fallen into a rhythm of life that made me wake up smiling every morning, even before coffee.

We went to Chained every week or two, to see friends and play in the little room, but mostly we spent our evenings at home after work.

Having dinner together. Watching TV on the sofa.

In the nursery where I tucked my little into his crib and read him stories.

Carrot and Stu weren’t exactly friends, especially after the bunny attempted to nibble the cactus and learned it was a mistake, but I’d say they understood one another now. Bridger said we had the oddest choice in pets, but I thought they were perfect.

Just like my little.

Turned out, I hadn’t been just fine before I met him. And I’d been done mourning, just afraid to let someone in. BJ also had some issues, but together, we’d worked through them. That was how the best relationships worked, in my opinion. We were friends, lovers, and a daddy and his little.

I’d kept my word to my late wife and moved on. Wherever she was, I felt like she’d be proud of me. Not many men were lucky enough to have two great loves. And I planned never to forget how fortunate I was or to stop showing BJ how much I loved him.