Pretending

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Everyone was gathered around the table during dinner. May had made enough food to feed an army.

Steve had forced down as much food as he could, but worry was causing his appetite to wane. Mostly he was just worried that his parents would find out they were pretending. And that would hurt them more than the charade.

Tony was seated next to Steve, shamelessly eating everything in sight. He kept shooting glances over at Steve, and gently rubbing his neck. Steve was grateful for the support, but he just needed the weekend to be over.

"So, Tony, tell us a little bit about your life," Hugh said,  looking meaningfully at Tony.

"Well, I'm..." Tony stopped,  realizing he couldn't brag on himself to Steve's parents. "I'm doing okay. A few years ago, my father passed away, and he left to me the family fortune. I used that money to invest in some useful things that prospered and multiplied, and I had ten times the amount I started with. I trained myself in physics, chemistry, all sorts of arithmetic including the highest forms of trigonometry. And then I met Steve when we were both assigned to the same...work group. I was too shy to approach him, so I just stood back and kind of watched from afar until he made the first move."

Steve watched Tony in awe. He was definitely a master storyteller. And he could see that his parents were eating up every single word of it.

"After I met your son," Tony continued, his voice soft, "all of my money and riches didn't seem to matter. I saw my future reflected in his blue eyes. And once we were together, I knew I would never need anything else, once I had him."

Steve felt his heart begin to pound. Hearing Tony say all those wonderful things about him made him wish they weren't pretending. It was almost too good to be true. He had longed to hear someone say those words, and now they had. But one question burned in Steve's mind: was Tony serious?

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