I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

One Week Later

Paul spent the next week keeping a close eye on Tommy. Knowing his husband's state of mind, he wanted to make sure Tommy was holding up okay. 

"Stop following my every move! I'm fine!" snapped Tommy finally. "I AM FINE!!!"

"Okay, baby, calm down. It's okay." said Paul softly. "I'm just making sure you're okay."

Tommy walked away, not knowing if his moodiness was normal or if he needed to go back to the doctor. Whispering "I'm sorry," he headed outside for awhile. Going to the massive garden, he began to wander through it, pulling weeds and tending to the plants. At the very end was the rose garden. Tommy's blue roses were now over his head. Paul's purple ones were close behind. There were roses in every color imaginable. Red, yellow, pink. white, orange, green, peach, mixed and even black ones. An unusual mix of black/red caused him to jump. Somehow the roses had started to mix with each other causing rainbow ones in certain spots.

Hours passed before Paul realized Tommy was still outside. He was about to head outside when Tommy came back in told him to follow. 

"Black and red? I need a picture of these!"

"I sent them to Gene already. He wants cuttings."

Paul rolled his eyes and started laughing. "Of course he does. He'll call them Demon's Blood or something."

"Already did."

Paul went to get the girls so they could see too. It was decided that a play area would be perfect in the rose garden. Tommy asked if he could paint it since Paul would be designing it.