To post or not to post…

“Fathers’ Day” is done, but it’s not Father’s Day…but actually, it takes place the day before Father’s Day…which is tomorrow…

Few Words Wednesday

The last installment from Fathers’ Day:

“What’s all this?” Zach asked, scooting into a sitting position so the tray could be placed over his legs.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Chris answered with a grin, settling the tray and picking up his own coffee.

“That’s Sunday,” Zach responded. “Oh my god, that smells good.”

“Well, Nathan and I decided we wanted to get an early start and party all weekend,” he said with a shrug.

“You did, did you? Have a meeting? Take a vote?”

“Absolutely.” He turned to Nathan, who was sitting on the bed watching Zach break pieces off his muffin. “Nathan?” The baby turned toward him. “Who wants to play with Daddy all weekend?” he asked, raising his hand.

“Dada!” Nathan cried, lifting both arms in the air and then slapping the comforter.

“See? Nathan even votes twice, but I let that slide.”

That awkward author moment…

…when you realize something is probably TOO fluffy, but it’s really too late to fix it.

I finished the first draft of a thing!

And I don’t hate it.

Six Sentence Sunday

A bit more of my new Blearyverse story “Fathers’ Day”

“You must have worn him out. He went down really easily,” Zach said as he returned from settling Nathan for his nap. He crawled back into bed and tugged at Chris until they were face to face. Zach silently traced fingers along Chris’ jaw and temple, over his eyebrows, studying his face. Thinking. “You know how you’re always saying you want Nathan’s eyes to change to brown, so he looks like Mini-Me.”

“Yeah,” Chris answered, a bit more breathlessly that he expected.

“Well, I’m always glad that his eyes are blue, because it’s a physical representation of a deeper reality. He does look like me; it’s clear he’s mine. But his blue eyes make him look like he’s yours, too. And he is.” Zach continued stroking Chris’ face as a new wave of emotion surged through him. “And so am I,” Zach added, leaning in to finally kiss Chris, drawing a groan out of him. Chris scooted closer, needing their physical state to match these words. Chris knew that Zach was his, had heard it before, but it was still always a thrill. And the rest… Chris threaded his fingers through Zach’s hair and kissed him hard.