by Andrew Grey
Victoria began to fuss, and Annalise took her to get her fed while Gregory helped Rhys get out the last of the food as the ladies began to arrive.
Cynthia squealed a little and was all smiles when she saw the room, and purposely gave Gregory a hug. “I love the tree,” she whispered to him, and if Annalise had been there at that moment, he’d have flashed her a smirk. Instead, he hugged Cynthia a little tighter.
“I’m glad.” Gregory introduced her to Marcus. “He’ll be taking care of service tonight.”
“You aren’t staying?” She half pouted.
“Nope. You’re getting married soon, and I have my own new man to spend some time with. I’m sure Annalise and Marcus can handle anything from here.” His heart rate already sped up at the thought of some alone time with Rhys. “You have a good time, and I’ll see you at the wedding, I’m sure.” He kissed her cheek and went into the kitchen, where Rhys was packing up his things.
“I went over everything with Marcus, and he will handle it from here. The dishes and everything belong to the hall, and I have all my tools packed up. So I think you and I can hit the road.” Rhys’s smile was wickedly delightful and sent all kinds of blush-worthy thoughts racing through his mind.
“Thank you both,” Annalise said as she came into the kitchen with Victoria sleeping on her shoulder. “Greggy, you did an amazing job. You too, Rhys. I know a lot of this—”
“It was Gregory,” Rhys said quickly, interrupting her. “I guided him and helped, but he was determined to make this nice, and he put in the time to get it done.” Rhys once again slipped an arm around Gregory’s waist, standing next to him. It was amazing how much taller Gregory stood with Rhys next to him, knowing he had support and someone to watch his back. “He deserves most of the credit.”
More voices drifted in from the other room, and Annalise went to greet them as Gregory and Rhys went out the back door and to their cars. “I’ll meet you at the house?” Rhys asked.
“Yes.” Gregory got in his car and drove the couple of miles back to Rhys’s home, parked behind him on the street, and went inside, where he found Rhys putting his tools away in the kitchen.
“Were the baguettes really just a joke item your brother-in-law added to the list?” Rhys asked as he turned out the kitchen lights when he was done.
“I guess so. I thought Annalise was going to pop a gasket, but she came around, and Cynthia liked them.” The hilarity of the whole thing was almost too much. “I have to admit, making them was one of the best activities we did.”
Rhys came closer. “What was the best one?” he asked, his voice a little deeper and rougher. Gregory came closer, giving him his answer in the form of a kiss, which Rhys returned with energy and gusto. “I think we should take this upstairs.” When Gregory nodded, Rhys took him by the hand to lead him up the stairs. “You’re shaking.”
“I guess I’m a little nervous,” Gregory admitted once they reached the landing.
Rhys tugged him into his arms. “Why? This isn’t the first time you and I have done this.” He nuzzled a little closer. “Remember the night alone in your dorm room? You had that loft setup. It was like we were in our own little cave, and—”
“Yeah, I do. Things changed a week after that.”
Rhys held him tighter. “I know, and that was my fault. But we’re both older now, and we aren’t stupid college kids. I know what I want.” He gently guided Gregory’s gaze upward. “I want you.” Rhys captured his lips, and Gregory gasped at the ferocity, holding Rhys just as intensely. Rhys guided him out of the hall and into a warm bedroom with a huge bed.
“Oh my,” Gregory said. The bedroom was luxurious, with thick bedding, and when Rhys gentled him down onto the mattress, its softness wrapped around him and he whimpered.
“Decadent, isn’t it?” Rhys whispered in his ear.
“Uh-huh,” Gregory moaned, and further discussion was cut off by Rhys’s lips. There was something familiar about being with Rhys, but exciting too, like discovering a toy that you’d lost and never thought you’d see again, and suddenly it was there and you really missed it. Only in this case, the toy got better… oh so much, eye-rollingly, knowing-just-where-to-touch better. “I think I know what I want for Christmas this year.” He groaned loudly when Rhys gave him his present early.
Epilogue
RHYS SMILED, nestled in a leather chair in Annalise’s family room, with two boys sitting at his feet while he read them The Night Before Christmas.
“Boys, you’ve heard that story so many times already,” Annalise said.
“He does good voices,” Kevin, the younger of the two boys, said before turning back to Rhys.
Gregory held Victoria, sitting on the side of the sofa closest to him, with the Christmas tree twinkling. The wrapping paper had been cleaned up, the opened presents still under the tree. Rhys had been a little surprised that Gregory had invited him for Christmas, but maybe he shouldn’t have been. They had been spending a lot of time together since the party. In fact, things between them had been going really well. So maybe his surprise was just his own jitteriness coming forward. And he’d been shocked that there were so many presents. Gregory’s gift of an antique cake stand had been particularly thoughtful. But most of all, he’d been surprised at how welcoming and kind the entire family had been for him, and for his and Gregory’s relationship.
Rhys went back to reading the story as the scent of a heavenly Christmas dinner wafted in from the other room. “Are you sure you don’t need help from either of us?” Rhys asked once he had finished the story and the boys’ attention had turned to the gifts they’d gotten.
“We’re doing fine,” Hanna, Jonathan’s mother, said when she came in. “Dinner will be on the table in half an hour.”
“All right,” Gregory said, making no move to get up with Victoria asleep in his arms. He had been a regular baby hog all day.
“Do you want me to take her?” Rhys asked, and Gregory got up and carefully transferred her over. She didn’t wake and slept on his shoulder. Rhys’s mother chose that moment to call, and Gregory handed him his phone.
“Merry Christmas, Mom,” he said quietly. “You aren’t going to believe this, but I’m holding a baby. Gregory’s niece, Victoria. I sent you pictures a few days go.”
His mom chuckled. “I know you did. You’re like a proud uncle.”
The truth was that Annalise had asked the boys to call him Uncle Rhys, and that had nearly left him in tears. Yeah, it was too soon, but being a part of a family was something he hadn’t realized he’d wanted until the possibility had landed in his lap.
“I think so.” He chatted with her, wishing both her and his dad a wonderful Christmas. “By the way, I wanted to tell you that when I come to visit next week, I hope you don’t mind—”
“You’re bringing Gregory?” his mother asked with undisguised delight.
“Yes. They gave him the time off, and we were able to get a ticket.” He was so happy, he could bust.
“Well, that’s the best Christmas present you could give us. You know we only want you to be happy, and we’ve been worried with you there all alone. We’ll have gifts for both of you when you get here, so leave room in your luggage.” His mother always went overboard.
“We will.” Rhys looked up as Annalise came in and gently lifted Victoria. “It looks like it’s time for dinner. I’ll talk to you in a few days, and we can finalize details.” He told his mom he loved her and ended the call, then joined the others in the dining room. He sat next to Gregory as Jonathan brought in the platter of roast beef and set it on the table before sitting down. Annalise took her seat with an approving smile.
Gregory stood and gently clinked his glass. “This year has been very special. We welcome two new additions to our table this year. Little Victoria, the biggest Christmas surprise for all of us—”
“And Uncle Rhys, who reads really good,” James interrupted, sharing a grin with Kevin.
“Yes. And there’s one last surpri
se for all of you. The cake that Rhys and I brought, well, I baked it. He did the construction and decorating, but I baked it.” Gregory grinned. “It’s been a holiday season of firsts for all of us… including some interesting bread baking. But what makes it all special is that we can be here… together.” Gregory took Rhys’s hand and squeezed it gently.
“Does this mean that you are going to host the next holiday dinner?” Annalise asked.
Gregory turned to Rhys and then back to his sister. “How about we do it together? That’s what family is about, helping each other and learning new things.”
“Like baking bread shaped like penises,” Kevin added, and every adult in the room turned to him. Both boys put hands over their mouths and giggled. “We seen them when Mama brought ’em home.” No secrets in this house, that was for sure.
“Now, boys, settle down,” Jonathan said, trying to be stern and failing miserably as Gregory took his seat once again.
“But, Dad. Can we make penis bread sometime?” James asked, and each of his parents looked heavenward for guidance.
“Uncle Rhys will show you how when you’re older,” Gregory whispered, and then held up his glass. “To getting the best Christmas presents ever this year.”
The family turned to where little Victoria’s carrier lay in its stand, her lips moving as she slept, but Gregory turned to him, his eyes filled with wonder and, dare he think it, love.
“Yup,” Kevin agreed.
Rhys had a pretty good idea what Kevin was thankful for, and James too, for that matter: their little sister. But what Rhys was thankful for, and the best Christmas gift he would ever receive, sat right next to him, watching him as though he hung the moon. This was definitely a merry Christmas.
ANDREW GREY is the author of more than one hundred works of Contemporary Gay Romantic fiction. After twenty-seven years in corporate America, he has now settled down in Central Pennsylvania with his husband, Dominic, and his laptop. An interesting ménage. Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He is a recipient of the RWA Centennial Award, has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee, and now writes full-time. Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing). He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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By Andrew Grey
Accompanied by a Waltz
All for You
Between Loathing and Love
Borrowed Heart
Buried Passions
Chasing the Dream
Crossing Divides
Dominant Chord
Dutch Treat
Eastern Cowboy
Heartward
In Search of a Story
New Tricks
Noble Intentions
North to the Future
One Good Deed
On Shaky Ground
The Playmaker
Pulling Strings
Rebound
Reunited
Running to You
Saving Faithless Creek
Shared Revelations
Survive and Conquer
Three Fates
To Have, Hold, and Let Go
Turning the Page
Twice Baked
Unfamiliar Waters
Whipped Cream
ART
Legal Artistry • Artistic Appeal
Artistic Pursuits • Legal Tender
BOTTLED UP
The Best Revenge • Bottled Up
Uncorked • An Unexpected Vintage
BRONCO’S BOYS
Inside Out • Upside Down
Backward • Round and Round
Over and Back
THE BULLRIDERS
A Wild Ride • A Daring Ride • A Courageous Ride
BY FIRE
Redemption by Fire • Strengthened by Fire
Burnished by Fire • Heat Under Fire
CARLISLE COPS
Fire and Water • Fire and Ice • Fire and Rain
Fire and Snow • Fire and Hail • Fire and Fog
CARLISLE DEPUTIES
Fire and Flint • Fire and Granite
Fire and Agate • Fire and Obsidian
CHEMISTRY
Organic Chemistry • Biochemistry • Electrochemistry
Chemistry Anthology
DREAMSPUN DESIRES
#4 – The Lone Rancher
#28 – Poppy’s Secret
#60 – The Best Worst Honeymoon Ever
EYES OF LOVE
Eyes Only for Me • Eyes Only for You
FOREVER YOURS
Can’t Live Without You • Never Let You Go
GOOD FIGHT
The Good Fight • The Fight Within
The Fight for Identity • Takoda and Horse
HEARTS ENTWINED
Heart Unseen • Heart Unheard
Heart Untouched • Heart Unbroken
HOLIDAY STORIES
Copping a Sweetest Day Feel • Cruise for Christmas
A Lion in Tails • Mariah the Christmas Moose
A Present in Swaddling Clothes
Simple Gifts • Snowbound in Nowhere
Sweet Anticipation • Stardust
LAS VEGAS ESCORTS
The Price • The Gift
LOVE MEANS…
Love Means… No Shame • Love Means… Courage
Love Means… No Boundaries • Love Means… Freedom
Love Means … No Fear • Love Means… Healing
Love Means… Family • Love Means… Renewal
Love Means… No Limits • Love Means… Patience
Love Means… Endurance
LOVE’S CHARTER
Setting the Hook • Ebb and Flow
PLANTING DREAMS
Planting His Dream • Growing His Dream
REKINDLED FLAME
Rekindled Flame • Cleansing Flame
Smoldering Flame
SENSES
Love Comes Silently • Love Comes in Darkness
Love Comes Home • Love Comes Around
Love Comes Unheard • Love Comes to Light
SEVEN DAYS
Seven Days • Unconditional Love
STORIES FROM THE RANGE
A Shared Range • A Troubled Range • An Unsettled Range
A Foreign Range • An Isolated Range
A Volatile Range • A Chaotic Range
STRANDED
Stranded • Taken
TALES FROM KANSAS
Dumped in Oz • Stuck in Oz • Trapped in Oz
TALES FROM ST. GILES
Taming the Beast • Redeeming the Stepbrother
TASTE OF LOVE
A Taste of Love • A Serving of Love
A Helping of Love • A Slice of Love
WITHOUT BORDERS
A Heart Without Borders • A Spirit Without Borders
WORK OUT
Spot Me • Pump Me Up • Core Training
Crunch Time • Positive Resistance
Personal Training • Cardio Conditioning
Work Me Out Anthology
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