The sun was actually shining over the estate as their car pulled up, the 23rd of December it was. Troye already told Jacob not to bring up his age tomorrow, he hated getting older and having a 19 year old congratulate him on aging yet another year away from him wasn't what he wanted.
"I miss the snow."
Troye smiled leaning back stretching against the leather of the car.
"I miss my bed."
Jacob smiled opening the car door. He noticed the faces of the security men at the front door and he sighed leaning back into the car at Troye who was zipping his jacket.
"My grandmother is here."
"A day early?"
"A day early."
He offered a hand that Troye took and he wrapped his arm around Troye's waist like always.
"How shall I break the news to her?"
Troye leaned into him. Thinking about how he would break the news that he was dating a prostitute.
"I'd start off with the Logan thing."
Jacob nodded as they walked into the living room, his grandmother's eyes wandered between them, the necklaces were hidden under layers of clothes.
"Hello Jacob, Troye."
They said hello back and started undressing, giving their coats to a maid whose smile and outstretched hands seemed much more pleasing than his grandmother's scowl.
They walked back over and say on the couch, their knees touching and their spines straight as they looked at the delicate but hard minded women in front of them.
"I have some good news."
Her eyebrows perked up and her eyes moved away from Troye and towards Jacob. Her smile grew.
"Business news I hope."
Jacob nodded and took a piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolded it and reached across the table to place it in his grandmother's lap.
She skimmed it and a smile grew across her face.
"How did you obtain half of the Logan industry? I've been begging that devil of a man to hand even 10% of his company."
"He offered it to me. Simple as that."
She leaned forward now interested. Jacob smiled at that, he had her hooked and he was about to crash her right down.
"He said his son was going to ruin the company so he offered me half."
"When?"
She pulled out a pen and paper, probably documenting this for the Bixenman files. Something she'd rush to the bank and figure out how much they would make off of them per second.
"The day after I asked Troye to be my boyfriend."
She dropped her pen and looked at them from over the bridge of her glasses. Troye looked at Jacob like he had a million heads and Jacob just shrugged.
"As in, official boyfriend."
Jacob nodded leaning back into the soft cushions of his sofa. A sigh of relief washing over him as Troye stood rigid and concerned.
"You know how I felt about that."
Jacob sighed already bored of the obvious tension there would be at the dinner table the next two days.
"Thank you grandma and you know how I felt about it."
She nodded and scribbled another thing down on the paper before she stood up.
