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67-Learning Each other

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By day three, the house was humming.

There were dishes in the sink, two pairs of sneakers at the door, and a half-finished comic sketch sprawled across the dining table. The air smelled like cinnamon waffles and something new, something like home.

But beneath it all: tension.

Micah and J circled each other like rival cats. Careful. Prickly. Suspicious.

Micah liked silence. J filled it.

J liked eye contact. Micah avoided it.

Micah liked Ethan. J liked Nathan.

And somehow, that meant war.

It started small.

Micah rolled his eyes whenever J talked.

J made fun of Micah’s music taste loudly.

Micah slammed doors. J muttered slurs under his breath, not hateful ones, but sharp like teeth.

And then came the explosion.

Ethan was grading essays in the kitchen when it happened.

J stormed down the hallway, yelling loud enough to shake the windows.

Micah followed, red-faced. “You don’t get to act like this is your house!”

J turned. “I didn’t ask to be here!”

“You’re just a guest. You’ll leave, like
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  • Our love to hide   68- The Name we carry

    The courthouse was colder than expected.Fluorescent lights hummed above. The tile floors echoed every step like a warning. But Ethan held Micah’s hand. Nathan walked beside J.They weren’t here to face charges.They were here to make something official.To say: You belong here. You are wanted.Even if the walls didn’t look like love, the paperwork would be proof.The receptionist handed out the forms.“Fill out both for guardianship and name change if desired,” she said without looking up.Micah held the clipboard like it might explode. J tapped his pen nervously.Nathan smiled. “Take your time.”They sat on a bench in the corner.It was quiet for a while just the scribble of pens and the occasional shuffle of chairs.Until J muttered, “I don’t know what to write.”Micah glanced over. “For what?”J pointed.Preferred Name:“I don’t know what it is. I only know what it wasn't.”Ethan put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. You can keep the one you’ve been using. Or change it. Or

  • Our love to hide   67-Learning Each other

    By day three, the house was humming.There were dishes in the sink, two pairs of sneakers at the door, and a half-finished comic sketch sprawled across the dining table. The air smelled like cinnamon waffles and something new, something like home.But beneath it all: tension.Micah and J circled each other like rival cats. Careful. Prickly. Suspicious.Micah liked silence. J filled it.J liked eye contact. Micah avoided it.Micah liked Ethan. J liked Nathan.And somehow, that meant war.It started small.Micah rolled his eyes whenever J talked.J made fun of Micah’s music taste loudly.Micah slammed doors. J muttered slurs under his breath, not hateful ones, but sharp like teeth.And then came the explosion.Ethan was grading essays in the kitchen when it happened.J stormed down the hallway, yelling loud enough to shake the windows.Micah followed, red-faced. “You don’t get to act like this is your house!”J turned. “I didn’t ask to be here!”“You’re just a guest. You’ll leave, like

  • Our love to hide   66-No manual for miracle

    It started with a phone call at 10:47 p.m.Nathan was brushing his teeth. Ethan was half-asleep on the couch, a novel balanced on his chest.The call came from Marsha, the caseworker they'd connected with for the foundation planning. Her voice was low, fast, panicked. “We’ve got a seventeen-year-old. Kicked out tonight. No safe family. He’s queer, scared, and refusing to go to a group shelter. He’s asking for you two.”Nathan was instantly awake.“What’s his name?”“Jayden. But he goes by J.”Ethan, now sitting up, locked eyes with Nathan as he put the phone on speaker.Marsha added, “I know this is early. I know you’re not set up yet. But you said—‘Call us if a kid needs someone.’ This is me calling.”There was no hesitation.“Bring him,” Ethan said.They cleared out the guest room in record time.Micah hovered in the hallway, arms crossed. “Are we getting another one?”Nathan smiled. “Not replacing you, if that’s what you’re asking.”Micah looked away. “Wasn’t asking.”But he left

  • Our love to hide   65-Room full of Ghosts

    The building smelled like mildew and lost time.Broken windows lined the second floor. The front doors hung crooked on their hinges. Inside, the air was thick with dust, old paint, and something that felt like memory.Ethan stepped through the threshold first.Nathan followed close behind, flashlight cutting through shadows that clung to the walls like smoke.“This is it?” Ethan asked.Nathan nodded. “It used to be a halfway house. Shut down ten years ago. Abandoned ever since.”A single beam of light spilled from a hole in the roof, slicing the gloom like a wound.Ethan looked around slowly. “It feels... haunted.”“Maybe it is,” Nathan said quietly. “But not by anything we can’t face.”They moved through the rooms one by one.Peeling wallpaper. Collapsed ceiling tiles. A mattress left behind in one corner, damp and sagging like a forgotten promise.But there were signs of life too.A drawing etched into the corner of a wall stick figures and a sun.A message scrawled in faded Sharpie

  • Our love to hide   64-Not Broken, just Becoming

    The studio lights were warm, almost gentle.Nathan sat across from the radio host, a calm woman named Mara with soft eyes and a voice like honey steeped in midnight. The show was live, the topic clear: From Controversy to Compassion: Queer Families in the Public Eye.Nathan had done interviews before. Plenty.But not like this.This one wasn’t about defense.It was about legacy.And he wasn’t ready.Mara smiled across the table. “So tell me, Nathan, what has surprised you most about building a new life after everything you and Ethan have been through?”Nathan opened his mouth.But nothing came out.His heart jumped. His breath snagged.The silence stretched. Mara leaned in, gently.“Nathan?”He blinked once. Twice.And then it hit like glass cracking beneath the skin.The weight.Of the years.Of the hiding.Of Lucas.Of Elijah.Of holding Ethan while pretending he didn’t want to fall apart himself.His throat closed.“I… I don’t know,” he croaked, eyes suddenly wet. “I thought I was

  • Our love to hide   63- flesh and Blood

    Vanessa arrived with two things: a homemade peach pie and a look in her eyes that told Ethan she was about to drop a bomb, one of the good ones, but still explosive.Ethan set down the dish on the kitchen counter. “You only bring pie when someone’s about to cry.”Vanessa smirked. “Guilty.”Nathan glanced up from the couch, where Micah was curled up reading an old graphic novel Ethan had left out. “Everything okay?”Vanessa took a deep breath.“It’s Isabelle,” she said. “She wants to change her last name.”Ethan blinked. “To what?”“Hale-Volkov.”The room went still.Micah looked up from the couch. “That’s your name, right?”Nathan nodded, slowly.Vanessa chuckled softly. “She said she wants people to know where she actually came from.”Ethan sat down at the table, stunned. “But… why now?”Vanessa sat across from him, a smile faltering just slightly. “She told me she watched your roundtable three times. Said it felt like she finally saw a version of herself that didn’t flinch. And I th

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