Virgin Mary

Best Man

Logan Velcro-ed the bib around Lennon’s neck, cooing at Sasha in the process. Harry set down the platter of corn and smiled fondly at Daniel.

My brother’s family had grown significantly, it was frightening how quickly they were able to adopt their babies, but now that they had – they settled into the perfect family.

Harry got along flawlessly, it wasn’t a surprise that he could charm anyone when he wanted to. Even my dad had fallen for him when we visited him all those months ago. He always asked about Harry and they spoke on Facebook weekly.

It made me both ecstatic and annoyed that my dad liked Harry as much as he did because he sometimes called just to talk to him instead of me.

I rolled my eyes as Logan gave Daniel a quick kiss, Lennon making a distasteful squealing sound at the sight of his dad’s locking lips. I nodded my head at him, agreeing that it was indeed distasteful.

“Oh please honey,” Daniel groaned shaking his head, “we all know you and Harry do a lot worse than that.”

I feigned offense and Harry looked completely scandalized.

“I will have you know we have not even kissed yet.” Harry said holding his hand to his chest.

“Oh please. We all know what tongue piercings are for.” Daniel chuckled.

“That’s disgusting!” Logan squealed at the same time I blushed scarlet and glared at Harry to come to my defense. He laughed; mouth wide and eyes squeezed shut, tongue bobble gleaming perfectly.

“I wouldn’t be opposed if you got one.” Daniel suggested feeding Sasha a spoonful of apple sauce innocently. I made a gagging sound around my forkful of broccoli casserole and Harry laughed even harder, doubling over now and nearly flinging his face into his plateful of food.

“No.” Logan said eyes burning into his chicken with heated embarrassment.

Harry raised his eyebrows twice, contorting his face suggestively and I snorted into my wine glass. He stuck out his tongue as he brought a forkful of chicken up to his mouth, chewing it in the ridiculous way he always did. Our ankles locked together under the table and it was nice to feel his woolen toes rubbing the back of my ankle.

The dinner settled down after that, Harry sticking out his tongue and waggling it around every so often. But besides that it was nice.

The children were babbling happily, and the proud fathers were feeding them with moony eyes. It always shocked me how swimmingly easy our monthly dinners were.

The four of us tried to meet up once a month, but our schedule had been hectic since the new school year was coming round. It was July, but it was scorching hot and the days seemed to be passing quicker and quicker.

“So, you excited for next Saturday?” Daniel asked and I watched as Harry’s entire face lit up.

“Buzzing, yeah.” He agreed and I squeezed his hand over the table. We were both excited for Anne’s wedding, it had been a quick plan, she didn’t want a big fuss, but Harry insisted on treating her better than the Queen and ensuring that everything was perfect for her.

“Gonna be weird to see your ma though, don’t know how well she’ll take to meeting me.” He added taking a drink from his coffee and I frowned.

“Anne’s super accepting, she won’t judge you.” It was preposterous that Anne would reject Daniel and Logan’s relationship, especially when she had known about them for so long.

Daniel, Logan, and Harry exchanged quick glances, one that had Harry’s eyes downcast afterwards and had Logan and Daniel both gulping their glass of wine.