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Michael could get used to this: Christmas morning with the love of his life and their parents. His back rested against Luke’s front and they both had cups of hot chocolate.
“‘S nice, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yeah, quiet though,” Luke whispered back. “I’m used to Christmases with kids these days. Kinda miss it.”
Michael shifted to look at him. They hadn’t talked about this, but … “That something you want? Like … soon?”
Luke shrugged. “Eventually.” Michael saw right through the forced casualness.
He glanced across the room. “We’ll talk about this later, yeah?” He kissed Luke softly.
Luke hummed. “Later.”