Family Ties

Chapter 4

Ugh. Everything hurts. Feels like I got a gun to the…oh wait, I did. Slowly sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes and adjust to the pain in my body. It hurts, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. Slowly sitting up, my head ringing, I climb out of bed on unsteady feet. Managing to stabilize myself, I walk into my living room.

Immediately, my eyes go to the sleeping man on my couch and the two dogs next to him on the floor. Did Cash spend the night here? Walking around the couch, Saber and Midnight lift up their heads and let out low whines, rousing Cash from his sleep. He slowly picks his head up and finds me standing there.

He quickly sits up. “Jax, are you okay?”

I wince from the noise. “Not so loud,” I whisper. “There are jackhammers in my head right now.”

“Here, sit down. I’m going to make a pot of coffee.”

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he goes to the kitchen while I sit where he once was. Two fuzzy faces rest on my bare feet and a small body jumps onto my lap, quickly curling up and falling back asleep. Animals are amazing, aren’t they? They know when something is wrong and want to try to make everything better.

Easing into my couch cushion, Cash takes a seat right next to me. “How’re you feeling?” he quietly says.

“I’ve been better. I bet my face is a nightmare to look at though.”

“Hey, no matter how bruised you may be, you’re still beautiful to me.”

I can feel a blush pushing through my swollen skin and Cash places a kiss right onto my temple. “What happened by the way?” I ask. “Everything is still pretty cloudy.”

“You were kidnapped by a group of psychopaths. But me and my family took care of it. But um…you were the badass of the day.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jax, what you did yesterday was incredible. Even when you were beaten up, you took down and killed a man without even breaking a sweat.”

Bile starts to rise up in my throat. “I…I killed someone? Oh god…I think I’m going to be sick…”

Cash scoots closer to me and takes one of my hands. “Jax, Jax, calm down. The guy you killed was not a good man. He sold people into slavery, he was the one who ordered you to be kidnapped, he threated to kill my dogs without even the slightest bit of remorse, and he threatened to kill you.

“He deserved a much slower death than the one you gave him. But…Jesus Christ, Jax, you looked like a professional when you took him out. I’ve never seen someone move like that.”

“You’re not helping…”

“I know it isn’t easy killing someone. But sometimes people need to pay for their actions. And in my line of work, death is all too common. I killed for the first time when I was 16, and even now it’s hard. But we need to accept the necessary evils in order to help the greater good.”

“You definitely stole that from a comic book.”

He grins at me. “It helps though, doesn’t it?”

“Barely.” I look down at my hands. I’ve seen too much blood for one person to handle as a doctor. But I’ve never gotten blood on my hands from something like hurting someone. “Cash, I’m supposed to help people get better, help them recover. I just did the exact opposite. Even if he was a cruel man, I killed him by my own will.

“How am I supposed to go on knowing I’ve gone against the oath I was sworn to always serve?”

“I know it’s hard, but with time it’ll get easier. Which brings me to my next point. I know you were really against this before, but I feel that if you were to join the Dragonis group…”

“Cash, no. I already told…”

“Think about it. Those guys from earlier came after you for a reason. And a feeling in my gut is telling me they won’t be the last.” Goddammit. Fucking family history messing up my life. “You need protection, Jax. And my family and I would be able to give it to you.”

“You don’t think I can protect myself?”

“I didn’t say that. Now, while I was thinking of having a few henchmen close by to keep an eye on you, I think training you to protect yourself would be a better option.”

“Cash, that really isn’t necessary. Those guys just got me by surprise. I can look out for myself easily.”

Slowly getting up off the couch, I walk to my bedroom, hearing Cash following behind me. I go to the locked box underneath my nightstand and pull out Agony and Misery. “With my girls I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay.”

“I never really got to see these two up close a few days ago. Would you mind…?” I hand him Misery and he inspects it closely. “Beautiful. Wonderfully made too. If I saw someone carrying one of these I’d be turning and running in the opposite direction.”

“See? I can really be fine on my own.”

Taking Misery back, I set her and Agony back in their box before suddenly feeling a bit heavy. “Hey, you okay?” Cash asks me.

“Probably my body telling me to get more rest. Do you mind?”

“No, not at all. You need to recover from the beating you took. Let me just help tuck you in.”

Cash pulls up the covers of my bed and I climb in. “You’re such a softie,” I joke.

He grins. “Only with people I really like.” He bends down and kisses my forehead, making me blush. “I think I’m going to head out. The coffee will be in the pot when you wake back up. Please, call if you need anything, no matter the time.”

“I will.”

He gives me a peck on the lips before turning and slowly closing the door behind him. Nuzzling into my pillow, I ease into a peaceful sleep.

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Walking into the kitchen, I find Susan packing her purse. “Morning,” I say, adjusting my tie.

I get no response from her. Things have been like this the past few weeks, ever since what happened with Jackson. “Is there coffee?” I ask.

“Make it yourself.”

She closes her purse and makes a quick go around the kitchen, making sure everything is in working order before heading for the front door. “So when will you stop giving me the cold shoulder?”

He stops dead in her tracks and gives me a look that could even make a dead man bristle. “I don’t know. When will you get your fat head out of your ass and apologize to Jackson for being so horrible to him?”

This shit again… “Now Susan, listen…”

“No, you listen, Morgan.” She storms up to me, making me feel like I’m the shorter one between us. “You and I both know what you did and said to Jackson was unforgivable. I wouldn’t be surprised if he so much as never talked to you again, not that you would even let him get close to you without pulling your gun out of fear of getting HIV, some STD, catching the gay or some bullshit like that.

“That boy has given his life to you because you’re his father, even though he hated every waking minute of what he did. But he did it regardless of how he felt, just so he thought he could be included as a member of this family. But when he tells you he likes men rather than women, you disown him? That, Morgan, is the epitome of low.”

My hands slowly curl into fists. “I’m not letting a faggot in my house, Susan. He’d do nothing but disgrace the family name. And what would he do around Jacob?”

“Jackson spent plenty of time around Jacob even before you knew he was gay! He loves that boy to death! And you’re denying a child the love of his uncle simply because of who he loves.”

Susan secures her purse before turning for the front door. “And where are you going?” I call after her.

“Out! And you can cook your own damn dinner tonight!”

She walks out the front door and slams it behind her. Fucking shit. Now she’s pissed at me. Walking back into the kitchen, I see Jacob out in the backyard surrounded by his toys with Hillary watching closely from a distance. Opening the door, I walk over to Jacob and look down at him. “Hey, little man.”

He glances up at me before looking down at his toys. “Hi, Grandpa.”

Hmmm. I’ve noticed that Jacob has started to become quieter and quieter over the last few weeks. “Hey, Morgan?” Looking up, I find Hillary walking to me. “I need to call my boss. Could you watch Jacob for a few minutes?”

“Absolutely. Take your time.”

Nodding her thanks, she walks inside with her phone to her ear. I look back down at Jacob and see he’s not making his usual car noises with his toys. “Not in the mood for cars, little man?” I ask. He doesn’t even look my way. “Um…have you had breakfast?”

“I had cereal. But Uncle Jax always makes me smiley pancakes on Fridays.” He looks up at me, his big eyes full of innocence. “Grandpa, where’s Uncle Jax?”

I sigh to myself and lower myself onto my knee to get closer to Jacob. “Jacob, Uncle Jax isn’t going to come here anymore.”

Jacob goes completely still, he eyes getting wider. “Did I make him mad?” he quietly says.

“No! No, little man, you didn’t do anything wrong…”

“Does Uncle Jax not love me anymore…?”

A lump that I’ve come to know quite well quickly forms in my throat. “N-No, Jacob it’s…”

I try to find an answer, but I can’t find one. Tears fall out of the corners of Jacob’s eyes and sobs escape his throat. “I want Uncle Jax…!” he wails.

I quickly grab Jacob and pull him into my chest before standing up. “Morgan, what happened?!”

Hillary comes running out and quickly takes the crying Jacob from my arms. “He…he just got upset…”

She rubs Jacob’s back in an effort to soothe him. “It’s about Jackson,” she says. “He’s been asking for him every day and it’s really taking a toll on him. He just misses him.”

“Maybe Pierce can help calm him down…”

Hillary shakes her head. “Pierce has been pretty distant for a little while now. Burying himself in his work and coming home late nearly every night. I know he isn’t cheating. I can smell a lie on my husband from a mile away. I don’t know what’s going on with him, but it doesn’t seem good.”

She looks down at her son and kisses the top of his head. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turns and walks into the house and I’m left standing alone in the backyard with the same lump in my throat. Composing myself, I walk back into the house and gather my things before leaving for work.

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Walking into my office, I take a seat at my desk and look at the work laid out in front of me. A good amount. At least I’ll have something to distract me. Picking up my pen, I quickly get to work filling out forms. “Trent, could you please get me a cup of coffee?”

I get no response. Looking over at Trent’s desk, I’m surprised to see he isn’t there. Trent is usually here on time, if not here an hour early to get a head start on work. He’s never been late once. I press the button on my intercom. “Missy, have you seen Trent around?”

“No, sir,” my secretary replies. “Haven’t seen him all morning. Not even a call from him.”

Strange. Is he okay? I try to get back to my work, chalking it up to the subway breaking down and him not being able to call with a lack of cell service. A little less than an hour later, my intercom buzzes. “Trent just stepped into the elevator,” Missy tells me.

“Thank you, Missy.”

And only two hours late. I try to make myself look casual before my office door opens and Trent walks in. “Well it’s about…” I start to say.

But glancing up, I find my words dying in my mouth. Trent looks like absolute hell. Hair all out of place, his vest and tie a mess, sweat on his forehead, and he looks like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in days. “Jesus, Trent,” I say standing up. “What the hell happened?”

He coughs to himself. “N-Nothing, sir. Just missed my train.”

He steps over to his desk and carefully takes a seat before violently erupting into a fit of coughs. Quickly walking over to him, I help him calm down, only to find his skin incredibly hot. “Trent, you’re burning up.”

“I’m okay, sir. Just a small cold is all. Nothing I can’t handle…”

He slowly situates himself at his desk and attempts to turn on his computer before suddenly turning a few shades lighter. He quickly grabs his trash bin before sticking his head in it and projectile vomiting, making me jump. “Trent, this is serious. You need to go home.”

“I-I’m really fine, Mr. Coleman. I think I just ate something that didn’t agree with me…”

“The hell you did. You’re going home and getting into bed and that’s final.”

Feeling the conversation done, I start to walk back to my desk. “N-No, sir…”

Stopping, I turn and find Trent glaring at me. “Excuse me?”

“Sir, I am not going home. I am going to stay here and get my work done. I can’t afford to miss a single day…”

His eyes look like they’ve glassed over. The door to my office opens and I see Thorn walking in. “Hey, Dad. I got those files you…” He stops when he sees Trent. “Jesus, kid. You look like something the dog dragged in and forgot about.”

“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today, Thorn,” Trent growls out.

Excuse me? Trent has never so much as said a word back to Thorn. Thorn stiffens and immediately glares at Trent. “What was that?”

Surprisingly, Trent doesn’t even back down. “I’m just here to get my work done, you dick. And even if I feel like I’m on the verge of passing out, I’ll do more work then you or your bigoted brother.”

Thorn rushes at Trent and forces him back into the wall. “I fucking dare you to say that again, fuckwad!”

“Enough!” Both of them look at me. “Thorn, let him go. Trent, calm down. Right now.”

It takes him a second, but Thorn slowly releases Trent, his gaze still hard. “I need a few moments alone with Trent, son. I’ll review those file with you in a little while.”

Thorn fumes for a second before turning and walking out. As soon as the door closes, Trent faces me. “I…I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what came over me and…”

“Trent, go home. That’s an order.”

Trent shrinks into himself, looking as vulnerable as a small child. “A-Am I fired, sir?”

I step closer to Trent and take a seat on the edge of his desk. “No, Trent. You’re not fired. This is just a verbal reprimand for what just happened. But you’re going to go home and stay there until you’re actually better. Understand?”

He looks to the floor, almost ashamed of himself. “Yes, sir…” he barely whispers out.

He starts to walk to the office door, but I lay a hand on his shoulder. “And while you get better, you’ll be paid for the time you would have worked here.”

Trent stares at me with wide eyes. “Sir? But…I don’t deserve…”

“It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t deserve, Trent. It’s my decision and I’m sticking to it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Got it?”

He stares at me a moment before nodding. “Yes, sir. Thank you very much…”

He walks out the door and before it closes, Thorn comes barging back in. “I hope you fired his ass.”

“No, Thorn. I sent him home on paid medical leave until he recovers.”

“What?! That little fucker has no right to talk to me like that!”

“And I reprimanded him for it. He felt terrible about it after the fact and then I sent him home. I would have sent him to our hospital if I felt it were best, but I think he needs some recuperation for a few days.”

Thorn spins around and rams his fist into a picture I have on my wall, shattering the glass and causing it to fall to the floor. “Hey!” I snap.

The room is dead quiet and I see a few drops of blood fall from Thorn’s fist onto my carpet. He lets out a breath he seems to have been holding and quietly walks out of my office, not so much as a glance back at me. I stay rooted to my spot before moving toward the picture.

Carefully picking away the pieces of glass, I take hold of the picture and look down at it. It’s our family picture from our vacation to Cape Cod last summer. God, I remember that day so well. We all spent it on the beach, sand getting damn near everywhere, playing with Jacob in the surf, burying Susan in the sand and putting a crab in front of her face (she put two lobsters in the shower with me and locked the door later).

And Jackson…God he looks so happy. Thorn has him in a headlock while Pierce buries his fingers in Jackson’s hair. And now with all that broken glass, the photo is pretty damaged. I have a digital copy on my computer, but seeing this one nearly destroyed is like a punch to the gut. And I feel like I deserve one right now.

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“What did you think of the movie?” Cash asks me.

“It was fun. Not worthy of any awards, but definitely worth the overpriced ticket and popcorn.” He smiles as we walk out of the theater and start back to his car. “Thanks for a nice date.”

“You’re welcome. Plus it was my turn to choose what we did, especially after you had us go to that tapas bar last week.”

He cringes, but a smile breaks through. “God, that was so embarrassing. I still can’t believe it was a topless bar, not tapas.” He and I share a laugh. “At least the service was good.” We walk up to his car and climb in. “Anywhere else you’d like to go?”

“How about you come over to my place and we can share a glass or two of wine and watch the next episode of Weird Moments?”

“I like the way you think, Dr. Coleman.”

We get to my building and head up to my floor. Walking into the apartment, I suppress a groan at seeing my cat sitting on the counter, chewing my fake plant. He glances over at us for a moment before going right back to chewing it. “Um…should we stop him?” Cash asks me.

“I’ve tried in the past. He just goes at it once my back is turned.”

Cash steps into the kitchen and looks down at Shadow, who looks up at him in return. The two stare at each other for a few moments before Shadow jumps off the counter. “How do you do that?” I ask.

“I had a cat when I was younger. She and I had a lot of stare-offs like that when I was telling her to do something.”

I look down as Shadow goes off to the couch and takes his usual place. “Does a Pinot work for you?”

“Sounds good. Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure thing. I’ll get a bottle open.”

Cash goes off and I grab a bottle. I take a look over at Shadow, who’s watching me from the couch. “Want to go into my bedroom? You can lay on my comfy pillow while Cash and I cuddle and watch TV.”

His ears perk up as he hops off the couch and walks in the direction of my bedroom. Popping open the bottle, I grab two wine glasses and start to fill them. “Um…Jax?”

Turning around, I find Cash standing on the other side of the island. But I also see a man holding a gun to Cash’s head. “Get your fucking hands up,” the man tells me.

I comply and keep my eyes on Cash. “You okay?”

“Physically, yes. But having a guy with a gun at the back of my head is making my blood pressure go up a bit.”

“Shut up, both of you.”

He pushes Cash around the island and shoves him into me. “Where’re your guns?” he whispers to me.

“Bedroom.”

“Stop whispering.”

We both turn and face the man. And now that I have a better look at him, I recognize who he is. “Monty? What the hell are you doing here?”

“You know him?” Cash asks me.

“He used to work for my dad. At least until he was fired for stealing from our business last year.”

“And if you didn’t rat me out to your old man, I’d still have a job.”

“And I only told him what you were doing because you were stealing medicine that other people needed rather than you trying to feed into your drug addiction.”

He takes his gun and fires a single shot into the ceiling, making both me and Cash jump. “Is it wrong I was kind of expecting him to say ‘and I would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids’?” Cash asks.

Not the time, nor the place, Cash. “What do you want, Monty?” I ask.

“I think you know what I want. Money. So you’re going to call daddy and tell him that there’s a gun pointed at your face and the guy holding the gun wants ten million bucks.”

“I don’t know, Monty. You sure that’s enough to feed into your habits?”

The gun goes off again and the wall next to my head splinters. “Don’t fucking make me say it again,” Monty grits through his teeth.

“Well, sorry to tell you, Monty, but my dad and I aren’t in contact anymore. He disowned me about a month ago because he doesn’t like the fact that I like sucking dick. Preferably, this guy’s dick right here.”

“Aw, there are more than just me?” Cash says. “I feel so used…”

A third shot, this time next to Cash’s head. “Do I need to tell you to shut up again?! Next guy who speaks without being spoken to is getting a bullet in them!”

“How about a few dozen rounds of buckshot in the gut?”

Monty spins to the new voice. But not even a second later, what sounds like an explosion fills the apartment and Monty goes flying back and falls to the ground with a fist sized hole in his stomach. He’s dead before he even hits the floor. Once my ears stop ringing, I turn to face Cash. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m okay too if that matters to either of you.”

Spinning to face the man who saved us, I feel my eyes widen. “Poppa?”

My grandfather, my Poppa, shrugs out of his jacket and walks into my living room, not even bothering about the dead man currently getting blood on my hardwood floor. “Um…Poppa? Dead guy on my floor.”

“Boys!”

Two men suddenly rush into the room with a tarp and a few other supplies in hand. They quickly wrap Monty in the tarp and clean up all the blood before hoisting the tarp. “Service elevator,” Poppa says, looking at a magazine. “Down the hall on the left.”

“Yes, Boss!” both men sound off.

They rush out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. “JackJack,” Poppa says. “Could you put on a pot of decaf? You both can enjoy your wine with me.”

Cash and I look at each other before Cash walks into the living room and I quickly get a pot of coffee going. I take a seat next to Cash across from Poppa, who has his SPAS-12 shotgun next to the chair he’s sitting in. “You need new magazines, JackJack,” he says, setting the magazine back down. “More homosexual than a picnic basket.”

Cash stifles a laugh and Poppa looks over at him. “Who’s this? A friend?”

“No, Poppa. This is Cash Davis. He’s my boyfriend.”

Poppa stares daggers at Cash, who I can tell is squirming in his seat. “Glad you finally found someone to date, JackJack,” he finally says after a few moments. “What do you do, son?”

“Um…I’m a lawyer, sir. I work in criminal prosecution with my father’s law firm.”

Poppa continues staring at Cash, who averts his gaze to the floor. “My other grandson is in the same field as you, a defense lawyer. Maybe you two will have some cases together in the future.”

The ding from the coffee pot grabs our attention. “Well don’t just sit there, JackJack,” Poppa says. “Bring me a cup of coffee. Four sugars and lots of cream!”

I hop off the couch and go to get him his coffee. I learned from a very young age that you never want to get on Poppa’s bad side. Look what happened with Monty. And based on the silence coming from the living room, I’m not sure where Cash stands with him quite yet.

Poppa is a very intimidating man, even more so than Dad. Just as tall and broad as my father, with a head full of silver hair, a weathered and hardened face, and a fit body despite his age (shhhh, I want to stay on his good side).

I grab the coffee pot, the rich aroma filling the air and making me want a cup of it myself. I should get Cash some too. Filling three mugs, I grab Poppa’s sugar and cream and pour them into his mug. “Cash, cream or sugar?” I call out to him.

“Splash of cream is fine!”

“Is that some kind of homosexual euphemism?” Poppa asks.

Adding the cream, I bring the three mugs out to the living room, handing them to Poppa and Cash. I take a seat next to Cash while Poppa takes a sip from his coffee. “You always know how I like it, JackJack,” Poppa says, setting the mug down. “My lackeys can barely remember what size my shoe is.”

“Twelve and a half with support around the arch and balls of your feet.” Poppa nods satisfied. “Cash, this is Franklin Coleman. He’s my grandfather.”

“Um…it’s nice to meet you, sir.”

Must be Cash’s first time meeting a partner’s family. The couch we’re sitting on is shaking. “You too, boy,” Poppa says. “I just hope you’re good enough for my favorite grandson.”

“Poppa!”

“And I will do my absolute best to be the best boyfriend I can be,” Cash says. “Jax deserves the best.”

I feel my face redden and a smile curling my mouth. “So why the hell were you not at the house the other day?” Poppa asks. “Your brothers wouldn’t give me a straight answer and your dad was in his own little world while your mom looked mighty pissed.”

There’s the elephant in the room. “I was just…a little busy,” I say.

“Now don’t you lie to me, Jackson. I’ve always been truthful with you, and I expect the same in return.”

I never could pull one over on him. “I told everyone I was gay. Dad disowned me and Pierce and Thorn would rather have me dead than be their brother.”

Cash slips a hand around my shoulders while Poppa stays silent for a moment. He slowly stands up and grabs his shotgun. “I need to teach my son and grandkids a couple lessons,” he growls out.

He starts for the door and I quickly jump after him. I yank the shotgun out of his hands and toss it to Cash, who grabs it with ease and removes the remaining shells in it. “You don’t need to do that, Poppa,” I say, holding my hands up as he turns to me. “Frankly, this is something that isn’t even a concern to me.”

He raises an eyebrow at me before I hand him back his shotgun and he casually tucks it under his arm. “You don’t hate them and want to get back at them?” he asks.

I shake my head. “They’re family, Poppa. I could never hate them. I’m more disappointed and hurt than anything. But it’s something they all need to figure out on their own. The only thing that I really miss are the family dinners, being with Mom, and spending time with Jacob.”

Poppa hums to himself. “It pisses me off that someone I raised could do something like that to their own family. But if it’s what you want, I won’t step in, JackJack. Besides, it looks like you kind of have your hands full already with that one over there.”

With the shotgun, Poppa points at Cash, who promptly ducks out of the way. “Things are going well for us, Poppa,” I say, pushing the shotgun down.

It looks like Poppa is about to say something, but decides against it. Instead, he sets the shotgun back where it was and returns to his seat. Grabbing his coffee, he takes a sip and seems to relax some. “You always have the best coffee, JackJack. Better than that shit at those chain coffee shops.”

With the crisis averted, I sit back with Cash, who looks to be a bit more relaxed as well now that Poppa isn’t holding his shotgun. Poppa doesn’t stay much longer, saying he wants to get to bed. He shrugs back into his coat and Cash and I escort him to the door. “It was nice meeting you, sir,” Cash says, holding his hand out.

Poppa takes the offered hand and pumps it a few times. “You too, boy. You better treat my grandson here right. ‘Cause if you don’t-“ Poppa holds up his shotgun and pumps it once. “I’ll find out where you live.”

Cash takes a step away while I roll my eyes. “Poppa, no threatening my boyfriend. That’s my job.”

Poppa flashes me a toothy smile and rests his gun by his side. “I knew you were always my favorite.”

He heads out and I shut my door, turning to face a bewildered Cash, his forehead accentuated by a light sheen of sweat. “He’s terrifying.”

“Only when it comes to his family. But now that he’s gone…” I step up to my boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing my hips to his, eliciting a groan from the depths of his throat. “We have the whole place to ourselves…”

“Meow…”

Looking down between us, Shadow has placed himself right in the middle of our feet. “Well, almost to ourselves,” Cash says with a laugh that lights up his eyes.

“Be sure to lock the bedroom door when we eventually get there, though,” I tell him. “This little bastard knows how to open it.”

Cash gives me his ‘are you serious?’ look, eyebrows up to his hairline and the whites of his eyes even more on display than they normally are. Shadow, meanwhile, innocently looks between us, licking his paw and rubbing it behind his ears.

I lead Cash to the couch and we plop ourselves in with a satisfying thud, the upholstered cushions sagging as we sit. Shadow hops up as well and takes his rightful place on my lap. “Episode four, right?” I ask.

“Cue it up.”

Reaching for the remote, I open up my streaming app on my television and hit play on the Weird Moments episode. As the episode leads, I lean over and rest my head on Cash’s shoulder, smiling to myself as he rests his head on top of mine. This beats sex any day. Well…almost any day.