“I know. Man, I hope we're like them when we get older. Can't you just see us? Ninety years young and taking a class about painting erotic portraits or something crazy like that."
“Yeah, I can see us doing that.” And he could see that not only were they going to be old together, but that Troy was committed to it.
They grabbed the presents out of the trunk and headed up the walk. Martha was at the door to let them in and she immediately began to flirt shameless with his stud. Some things never changed.
And some things did. Gary glanced at the simple band of Celtic knot work on his ring finger and then took in the matching one on Troy's hand. The right things.
Gran came up as Martha dragged the presents off to the tree and gave him a hug. “Merry Christmas, honey."
“Thanks, Gran. You, too."
Troy looked over at him and mouthed “I love you."
Yeah, he knew. And because of that, he could face whatever tricks Gran had hidden under the tree.
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