The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 26 💖

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Saint and Perth had moved from Hubert back to Albert, and Perth was threatening to throw the baby name book out and get a new one by the time Mew and Alexander came down the stairs together.

Gulf stared at how much taller Alexander was than Mew. The man was pale, too, and that intimidated Gulf just a little bit. He was a supermodel and Gulf was just a beach bum with artistic aspirations. Gulf stood up and walked out of the room, just needing to stay away from Mew and Alexander together as a couple, just for a minute.

Mew watched him leave with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He reminded himself about his promise, and how that promise had gotten him as far as he had gotten. He felt a hand rubbing the back of his neck, and he smiled up at Alexander, who seemed to know how he was feeling. He pulled that hand off his neck and held it as they sat down on a couch perpendicular to the one that Perth and Saint were sitting on.

"Have you come up with a name yet?" Mew asked. He was glad that Saint was there to name the child because Mew felt slightly panicked at the thought.

"No, Saint isn't going to be allowed to name our child," Perth said darkly.

"You don't think that Tine is a good name?" Saint looked up at him, bathing his eyelashes up at him, bringing his face in close so that he could make kissy faces at him.

Perth planted the flat of his hand in Saint's face and pushed him gently away. "Anyway, you and Gulf have a job today. You're flying out in about forty-five minutes, and you're still not ready. Does Gulf know?"

"I'll text him," Saint said, pulling out his cell phone.

Mew looked up, confused. "I don't remember a job...."

Perth shrugged. "It's a new one with MS13 again. They just called about two hours ago and they wanted to know if you could talk to them a little more. They said that they were willing to give up territory in Houston and Dallas for an extra forty cases."

"How much territory?" Mew asked, interested.

"They said thirty blocks in total. Are you interested?"

"Let me call the Texas Rangers and the local police departments," Mew said. "Send me maps of the disputed territories and the proposed boundary changes." Mew stood up and thought some more. "Tell Gulf that he needs to look good."

Saint started texting again, and Mew walked up to his room so that he could put his suits on.

"How are you holding up?" Perth asked Alexander.

Saint got very still and looked up, and he wished he knew more about Mew's relationship with Perth's step-brother for Gulf's sake. He had watched Gulf living in misery without Mew for six months, and he hated that Gulf's reunion with his lover was not as joyful as his own.

Mew dressed with trembling hands. He was going to have to touch Gulf on this job, and he wondered what the other man would do with the information that his touch would give him. Would he find out how much he desperately wanted him? Would he use that information to hurt him? How in the world was he going to handle this situation? Why wasn't this easier?

Alexander leaned up against Mew's closet door while the man put the gray pin-striped suit on with the light blue tie that he had jokingly picked out to match Alexander's eyes. "Before you go," Alexander said, sad resignation in his eyes, "I need you to know something."

Mew looked up at Alexander, started by the other man's presence. "What's going on baby?"

"I love you," Alexander said. "I need you to know that I love you, and I want the best thing for you."