forward and jogged his brows. “But the nookie’s coming later today. All day.”
“I can’t wait.”
As they went around the base of the stairs, and ducked into the guest powder room together, Blay wondered what was going on. And then they were sitting together on the bench.
When Qhuinn took a deep breath, Blay got anxious. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Not at all. This is the best night of my life. But there’s something I wanted to do privately. Just for you and me. I mean, not that other people shouldn’t and won’t see eventually, but I just . . .”
Blay stroked Qhuinn’s arm. “What is it?”
Qhuinn shifted his weight to one hip and winced, as the carvings across his shoulders undoubtedly stretched. And then he held up something that glowed with gold.
“Remember when you gave this to me? At that bar?” he said.
Blay instantly recognized what he was being shown. “My signet ring. Of course.”
“Here, you take it now.”
“Are you giving it back to me or—” Blay stopped talking as Qhuinn flatted his other hand to reveal, in the center of his palm, something that took the breath away. “Oh, God . . .”
It was another gold signet ring, and Blay knew whose it was even before he picked the heavy weight up and noted the crest.
Luchas’s ring. The one that had been given to him the night after his transition. The one that had been on his finger when he’d been found in that oil drum—which was the only reason they’d been able to identify him.
The one he’d turned over to Qhuinn.
Because Qhuinn had never been given one by their parents.
“This ring is my most precious possession,” Qhuinn said roughly. “For reasons that you are well aware of. And so tonight, on the night of our mating ceremony, in honor of my brother, and as a way to include him, I would like to place it on your finger.”
Blay’s eyes watered. And then, in the Old Language, he said, “It is my greatest honor to wear it in his name and yours.”
Qhuinn took a deep breath and stared at the gold crest.
And then he cleared his throat. “I miss him.”
“How could you not.”
With an effort, Qhuinn seemed to refocus. And then he smiled a little. “Shall we?”
“Yes,” Blay murmured.
They both placed the rings on the other’s fingertips. And then, as they tilted in and kissed, they slid the gold home.
They kissed for a bit longer and eased back.
Qhuinn smiled and brushed the side of Blay’s face. “You are my warm heart in winter, you know that?”
“And you are mine,” Blay said as they both looked down at the same time.
The sight of their entwined fingers, with the rings, seemed like a fitting metaphor for their lives, a melding of histories and experiences, a foundation on which to further build their future together, a vow to raise their young, and love and live and learn, for all the nights destiny provided them.
Together.
Forever.
Amen.
It was a week before Christmas when Elle returned again to her mother’s apartment. She didn’t really want to go, but like she had a choice? She got worried if she didn’t personally check in every couple of weeks.
“Don’t run into a snowbank again,” Terrie said slyly.
As Elle pulled their father’s BMW into an empty parking spot, she deliberately pounded the brake so that Terrie jerked forward against her seat belt.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“You are not!”
Elle cut the engine and opened her door. With her period of monitored driving finally up, she was now allowed to go out on her own, and their father—who’d been feeling extra permissive since . . . well, since their little talk that morning when she’d gotten up early to confess something she’d ultimately kept to herself—was letting her take out the BMW pretty much whenever it was free to be used.
Getting out, she rolled her eyes as Terrie bitched her way around the far side of the car—but all the sister-stressing dried up as they both stared at the apartment building.
“I don’t know why you dragged me here,” Terrie whined. “I don’t—”
“She’s our mother. And it’s almost Christmas. And that’s why you have to come, too, sometimes.”
As they started off for the stairwell, the pit in Elle’s stomach got more hollow.
“I’m hungry,” Terrie said. “Can we go to McDonald’s after this?”
“Sure.”
“Really? You’ll, like, really take me? Even though it’s almost dinnertime.”
“Dad’s out tonight, remember.”
“Oh. Another work event?”
“Yeah,” Elle muttered. “Work again. Always with that work of his.”
Up on the second landing, at their mother’s door, Elle went