“What is my beautiful husband thinking of?”
Fabian kissed the corner of Lance’s mouth, then gently sucked his earlobe.
“Or do you want to keep it secret? Should I be jealous?”
The last part he spoke playfully, yet contained a note of worry and sadness.
“There is only one man in the entire universe who makes my heart beat fast and never leaves my thoughts.” Lance leaned toward his husband.
“That special, beautiful, caring man is you; my lover, partner, most trusted friend, and husband.” Lance took Fabian’s hand, tenderly caressing his fingers.
“We belong to each other forever, remember?” “How can I forget?” He curled his fingers around his husband’s. “
You saved me from that horrible nightmare when I couldn’t save myself. If not for you… it might have swallowed me up.” Fabian inched closer.
“It feels like a heavy door closed on a very dark part of my past. Like…” He frowned and added in a whisper,
“… like I got the closure I needed… and now I’m at peace with the past.” Fabian slid his arm around Lance and pressed his lips to his shoulder.
“Strangely,” Lance murmured, “I’ve been thinking about someone who hasn’t come to mind in thirty-three years.” He sighed.
“I had a younger brother who disappeared just before his eighteenth birthday. We never heard from him since.” Lance’s eyes turned dull as the light faded out of them.
“You’ve never mentioned him,” Fabian said quietly.
“It must have been a terrible time for your family. I can understand. I was there when Daniel went missing at twelve. I witnessed the devastation in my brother Sebastian and his husband Joraan. My heart ached for them… but they wouldn’t have believed I cared.” He fell silent, a film of sadness glazing his sapphire eyes.
Lance squeezed his hand, his throat tight.
“Samuel was intelligent, studious, polite. A dutiful son and an affectionate younger brother.” He blinked and exhaled softly. “Studying medicine and working with my father was his dream, but he didn’t get the chance to go to college… medical school.”
Lance frowned and looked at Fabian, his husband’s words from a moment ago pressing through.
“Why do you think your family wouldn’t believe that you were sorry for your brother and brother-in-law?” Fabian paused, wanting to back down, but Lance gave his hand a soft, reassuring squeeze.
“I was the col, career-driven, calculated bastard who didn’t give a damn about anything and only cared about his own interests.” He shrugged.
“I guess to some extent their image of me was correct.”