SIR
I pull back, laughing, and turn to look at Lucas, our sixteen-year-old son, all long limbs and teenage indignation, sitting beside Tyler with his arms crossed and staring us down disapprovingly.
"Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, young man," I say even though I’m smiling.
Lucas rolls his eyes. "You're embarrassing me in front of my friends."
David chuckles. "Wait till your wedding day. See how embarrassing I can be."
Lucas groans dramatically.
I look back at David, at the grey threading through his dark hair, the fine lines around his eyes that only appear when he smiles. Even after all these years, he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
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