Epilogue
"Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?" Carter snickered.
Aron hushed him.
"They'll find us," his husband reproached.
"Of course they will," Carter said matter-of-factly. "They have the dog with them. They're already tracking us as we speak."
"The fact that you're making so much noise is not helping," Aron glared.
"Okay, okay," Carter agreed.
They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in the closet under the stairs in Aron's folks' house. Great, they could relax a little.
"So," he whispered, getting close to his husband, "what's up?"
Aron circled his waist with one hand.
"Are you sure you want a honest reply to that? Because I know exactly what's up right now, seeing that we're all alone, in a confined place, and I only have to lean in like this, and kiss you."
Carter was pretty certain that they were going to smooch each other so loudly that their trackers were going to find them any moment now.
"So, should we schedule a date for tonight? After 10 am, when everyone's finally asleep, just you and me, the dads' bedroom, and a bottle of wine?" Aron nuzzled his neck.
"I'd rather have a beer," Carter protested. "Haven't had one in a while. Why am I always the designated driver?" he faked complaint.
"Because the kids prefer your driving style for some reason."
"Well, I do take them everywhere they want," Carter pointed out.
"Yeah. You're soft," Aron chuckled.
"Someone's got to be. Hey, it's like I'm the good cop, and you're the bad cop!" Carter exclaimed.
His husband hushed him with another kiss.
Then, Aron stopped and frowned.