LOGINMrs. Lana;Children have a gift of asking the hardest questions when your hands are busy.Every child I’ve ever known has always been that way.Perhaps it is because their minds are free while their hands are not, or because the rhythm and comfort of familiar spaces make them feel safe enough to wonder out loud.Either way, whenever they ask these questions, dismissing them is never an option. So, now… I have to find a way to answer Vanessa’s very delicate question.Can two men get married?The question in itself is not delicate. The answer is simple. Yes. But for a child like Vanessa… and the upbringing she’s had… I can not answer immediately.Not because I do not know the answer, but because I know better than to rush a child’s understanding. Truth given too quickly can feel like force. And force… never teaches anything lasting.So, I turn back to the counter instead.“Snowflake, come here”, I call gently, picking up a bowl.She hesitates for only a moment before hopping down from
Vanessa;He takes my hand and hands it to me.“Open it,” he urges, and I look down at the blue and pink paper. I swallow as I unwrap it slowly. I tilt my head when I see what’s inside, and shivers run through me.I run my fingers over them, and immediately, my vision blurs.They’re so soft and colourful. There’s pink, yellow, and a little bit of purple. They shine a little when I move them, and a small smile splits my face.It’s been so long since I held ribbons…“They’re for when your hair grows back fully,” Lucas says, with his voice softer now, and I look back up at him.His expression drops when he sees the tears in my eyes, and he reaches out to wipe them. “It’s already coming in, you know. And when it’s done… It’s going to be really pretty.” He says, and warmth blossoms in my chest.My hand goes to my beanie without thinking, and his smile grows.“Like… really pretty?” I ask quietly, and he nods. “Like David’s? And all the other girls?” I whisper, and he nods.“It’s going to
Vanessa;Mrs. Lana says the kitchen is the heart of the house. And I think she’s right.It always smells amazing every time she’s here. Today, the kitchen smells sweet… warm and a little bit like butter. I don’t know how to explain it properly, but it feels like the kind of smell that… hugs you.Big, cuddly hugs. The type my mom and David give.I sit on the stool by the counter, swinging my legs back and forth as I watch Mrs. Lana work.She moves like she’s dancing.She’s not too fast, but not slow either. Just… smooth. It’s amazing how she knows exactly where everything is without even looking. It’s like a superpower.I scoot closer when she brings a crate of eggs to the counter, and I smile at her.I wanna help too.“Can I crack the eggs?” I ask, leaning forward, and she pauses as she looks at me. She looks back down at the eggs and smiles.“Of course. But you have to promise to be careful.” She says as she lifts a finger, and I nod seriously.She slides the crate and bowl to me, an
David;“L-Lucas… How do you feel about it?” I ask, and his gaze drops to the ground. There’s a silent sadness in his eyes that stings to see.“It hurt.” He whispers, and the plain honesty of the response causes my heart to ache for him.“I didn’t want to lose him. I saw him as… my brother.” He adds, and I listen in silence.“I kept letting him say things. Letting him get in my head because I thought… I don’t know… somehow, I hoped that things would eventually be normal between us… That he’d give up on his obsession with me and just be the brother I’ve always wanted...” He continues, and a small, sad smile finds its way onto my face.“But that would never happen.” He adds with a mixture of grief and hurt in his voice as he looks back up at me, and I tilt my head as I look at him.He reaches out to gently caress my cheek, and I lean into his touch.“But I’m okay with that now.” He whispers, and I see thorough clarity in his eyes. Like he had been holding on to a rope that had been sl
Aldo;The sound of the vase shattering reaches my ears before I see its pieces fly and bounce across the room. The sound should have been satisfying. It should have taken the edge off the irritation building in my chest, but it doesn’t.My breathing comes in shallow, rapid bursts, and my jaw locks tighter as I look around the office, at the mess I made.My chair is lying on its side, papers are scattered across the floor regardless of their importance, there's a broken whiskey bottle and glasses on the floor in a corner from when I flung them off the table.My office has never looked like this.I have never allowed it to.Control has always been the one thing I maintained, no matter what happened outside these walls. But right now, control feels like something that has slipped through my fingers without shame or mercy.And I hate it.I grab the crystal orb from the desk and hurl it without thinking. It hits the wall with a dull thud and drops uselessly to the ground, leaving a dent b
David;I push the door to Lucas’s room open slowly.He hasn’t stepped out since he came back, and I'm worried about him. He could be sleeping, but I need to confirm that he’s okay, and then I’d let him rest.I peek into the green-themed heaven and pause when I see Lucas.He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, completely still, elbows on his knees and gaze lost in thought.I step in, and he doesn’t seem to notice me.That’s weird.Lucas always notices, even when he pretends not to.I close the door quietly behind me. The door clicks shut, breaking the silence, and that gets his attention.He looks up at me, and I can see his mind return to the present in real time.“H-Hey.” He greets, and I slip my hands into my back pockets as I walk up to him.“Hey,” I reply as I stop in front of where he’s sitting.For a moment, I don’t say anything else.I just look at him.The way his shoulders are set. The way his jaw is tight… and the way his eyes don’t quite settle on mine before drifting again.
David;“Ah, that’s… nice. But there’s no need for that now. This is a private discussion, David.” He replies, and I raise a brow.Sal’s eyes flick to me for a brief second… a brief, unreadable glance, and then he looks back at his uncle. “Oh, no, Uncle. Whatever you have to say, you can say in fro
David;“I’ll be back. It’s a quick meeting. I only want to fill him in on what happened at the meeting, and I’ll be back.” Sal’s words repeat in my head as I pace about the room.Uncle Aldo is here.Aldo Morano.I’ve never really had reason to think much about the man before. In fact, I don’t thin
David;My heart pounds nonstop in my chest as I feel Lucas reach deeper into me. Each thrust hits that sweet spot that sends delectable shivers up my spine, and pleasure pools at the bottom of my stomach as he continuously rams in and out of me. “I’m cumming!!” I scream, unable to hold it in anymor
David;I finally have a family. I finally have a shot at something precious. I can finally smile after so long and now.. In this moment, I realise that I can lose it. It scares me more than anything. And the fact that I can not explain. The fact that words fail to help me articulate these feeling







