After filing his company for bankruptcy, Kyle's wife leaves him and his three-year-old son. Now a forty-two-year-old divorcee with no parenting skills or money, Kyle decides to move back to the small home town he grew up in.
He should have lost all...
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"K-Kyle..." Chaska's voice was shaking, and so were his hands. It didn't matter that he has a jacket on now, his whole body was suffering from spasms of shivers as his mind tried to process what was happening. "I l-love y-you," he managed when his mind couldn't come up with anything else.
"Is that a yes?" Kyle asked, and the man nodded, covering his face with his hands.
He wanted Kyle to go for the best. He didn't feel he was the best, but he would let himself be selfish this one time. He wanted to be happy, and Kyle was handing him that happiness on a silver plate. He couldn't refuse.
Kyle got up from his knee before moving to pull Chaska's hands away from his face. The younger man sniffled, watching as Kyle slipped a ring on his finger.
"It's not a lot..." Kyle trailed when Chaska raised his hand to examine the ring under the light coming from the bungalow.
"I love it," Chaska said with a sniffle as he looked at the simple silver band. "When did you get it?"
"I was saving up, so I took a few remote jobs out of town," Kyle said, and Chaska hummed, remembering that.
"Of course, I was saving for the house, but also this," he said, taking hold of Chaska's hand when the young man dropped it from the view of the light. Kyle uses the base of his thumb to rub against the smooth surface.
He smiled, letting out a small sight. "Gosh, you're quite the jealous type," Kyle said. He wasn't being serious. He was just teasing Chaska, and Chaska knew it. The younger man's face grew warm as Kyle brought the dark-haired man's hand to his lips to kiss his fingers.
"I love you so much," Kyle said, letting go of the man's hand. "More than you could ever imagine."
Chaska gulped, feeling his chest flutter again.
"Come on, let's go inside," Kyle said, reaching out to take hold of Chaska's hand before leading him back into the bungalow. Kyle's mother and Anastasia were sitting on the living room sofa. Otis was on his mother's lap, but he waved and grinned when he saw his father and Chaska approach them.
"It's done," Kyle said, surprising Chaska by raising the young man's hand to show off the ring. The women clapped, smiling and they nodded in approval. It seemed the two had both been in on what Kyle has planned to do. It made sense. The man did take a while to come back outside.
"Congratulations," Anastasia said, giving Chaska a big smile.
"Thank you," the man muttered before looking away. Feeling bad for how he had behaved at dinner.
"Daddy's marrying Chaska," the young boy said, getting off his mother's lap before heading to tug at Chaska's hand. "So, you're going to be my mummy too?" the young boy asked, making a common logical error.
