Forever My Love
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A collective sigh of relief echoed throughout the living room as Vivian told us the news that Kyle was going to be alright.
"Dad, I want to go see him," I said.
"What for, Son?" he asked.
"I know Gary. I know what he's done, and I want to go see Kyle to show him he's not alone and to try and cheer him up a little."
"That's very sweet of you, honey," my mother said. "I think that's a really good idea. What do you think Vivian? Do you think we'd be able to go see him?"
"Well," Vivian said thoughtfully, "It's really up to the hospital to decide who's permitted to visit patients, but I'm sure something could be worked out. Yes, definitely. I think I could get you in to see him Jason, and you too, Paul."
"What about Jon?" I asked.
"That might be a bit of a stretch," Vivian replied. "But I'll see what I can do. In the mean time, I think that our dinner is ready, if what I am smelling is any indication." Indeed, we could all smell the wonderful food that our mothers had made for us.
As usual, the food that was put in front of us looked absolutely delicious. There was a large pot roast already sliced and placed on a serving dish in the middle of the table. In separate large bowls were various vegetables including some cauliflower with melted cheddar cheese spread over the top of it, broccoli, carrots, green peas, and a large bowl of Caesar salad. Also, there was a large bowl that was filled with mashed potatoes and a smaller bowl that had, what looked to be, thick dark mushroom gravy.
For the next hour we sat at the dining room table, talking and eating, until we could eat no more. Of course, my mother had to do the unthinkable and ask if anyone wanted to have some ice cream and apple pie for dessert. Despite how full I felt, I knew I just had to have some and said so. Not surprisingly, so did Jon and Paul. The adults watched us in open eyed wonder as we consumed a full serving of dessert, despite having just finished two large servings of dinner each.
Finally, able to fill my stomach no more, I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my stomach. Jon was sitting, like me, obviously full, and almost ready to burst. Paul on the other hand looked like he wanted more, but our parents said that we'd had enough and needed to let the food digest in our stomachs for a while. Stuffing yourself until you get sick is not very fun. I should know, I've done it before.
After all that food, I just wanted to go lay down. Looking at Jon, who nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, I knew he had the similar idea.
"Excuse me, please," I said, pushing my chair back and standing up, with Jon doing the same. We gathered up our dishes, and started to make our way towards the kitchen.
"Make sure you clean off those plates into the garbage before putting them into the dishwasher," Sarah called after us as we walked into the kitchen.
"We will, Mom," Jon answered back.
As it turned out, neither Jon, nor I needed to empty much from our plate at all. I don't like fat on my meat, and I always cut it off. Jon is the same as me. After scraping the fat from our plates, we put the dishes in the dishwasher and went up stairs, leaving Paul, our parents, and Vivian in the dining room.
Closing the door Jon turns around and looks at me. "I love you, Jay. I always will," he said, making his way towards me.
I soon found my self with his loving arms around me, and his lips pressing up against mine. Standing there in each other's arms, kissing each other; our kiss, which had begun so gently, became more urgent as the passion between us grew. I could feel his body responding, his cock growing hard, rubbing against my already stiff member through our pants. We slowly made our way to the bed, and upon reaching the edge of the bed, I sat down, letting Jon lay me onto my back.
Leaning over the top of me, Jon continued to grind his cock into mine, slowly rocking back and forth, his tongue probing the inside of my mouth and rubbing against mine. My cock was throbbing, and I could feel a wetness begin to form around my cock as my juices soaked into my underwear.
Not wanting this time alone to end so soon, he rolled off me, and sat up on the bed. Reaching over, I help him take off his shirt as Jon is holding his arms out in front of him. His nipples were hard and pointing out. Jon shivered slightly as my fingers began to rub gently around them, his breathing getting heavier. A soft moan escaped his lips when I took one of his nipples between my fingers and began to squeeze it lightly. Reaching over, he began to slide my shirt up. Lifting my arms up, he slid the rest of the shirt off of me.
His hands made their way slowly from my stomach, to my chest, running his fingers so gently across my skin, and causing shivers to run up my spine, my moans now joining with his as we rubbed and caressed each other's bodies. Finding my nipples, he took each one between his fingers and gently squeezed them as I had been doing with his. Before I had met Jon, I never knew my nipples were this sensitive. The pleasure I felt from his magical touch seemed to flow down my body to my hard cock, making it twitch and release more of its juices. Then Jon lowered his face to my chest, beginning to lick and nibble on my nipples, causing me to moan even louder. If he didn't stop soon, I knew I was going to explode.
Jon seemed to sense this, and began to make his way down my chest to my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Before long, he reached my pants, and with a gentleness that only Jon had, began to remove my jeans, starting with the button and zipper. Once he had them undone, he placed his hands on either side of my pants, carefully and slowly working them down off my hips. Sliding off of me and the bed, he grabbed a hold of the bottom of each of my pant legs, and pulled my pants off. Reaching back up to my underwear, he began to slide those down too, until they had joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. Jon then took off his pants and underwear, slowly climbing back onto the bed, stopping only when his head was above my cock.
Lowering his face, Jon began to run his tongue along the length of my shaft from the base to the head, concentrating a great deal on licking up all the juices I had released. Low moans escaped from my lips as the pleasure I felt began to increase. Never before had Jon done it like this with me, and I was in heaven. I never wanted this to end, but knew that only too soon it would.
Suddenly without warning, he stopped, lifting his head from my cock. "What's wrong babe?" I asked.
"Nothing. I want to do something."
"I want you to take my virginity." he said softly.
"Are you sure my love?" I asked him.
"Yes," he answered. "I've never been so sure of anything else in my life. I am in love with you, and I want it to be you who I give my virginity to."
He crawled up my body until he was almost sitting on my cock, then leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. Then slowly, he began to lower himself onto my cock, my hand holding it in place to allow him to concentrate on the feeling of me entering him for the first time. The head of my cock was against his hole, and I began to feel it start to slide into him, my pre-cum and his saliva making for ample lube, allowing it to enter his tight hole. Suddenly he stopped, and held himself in place as he tried to get used to having my cock inside him. After a short time, I felt the head of my cock slip past his sphincter muscle, and I heard him gasp. I knew it had to be hurting him.
"Babe, take it out. Don't hurt yourself," I told him.
"No, I want this," he said, a fierce look of determination on his face, and began to slowly lower himself onto my cock. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared inside him until the cheeks of his ass rested on my pubes.
"Oh God, babe!" he exclaimed. "You have no idea how awesome this feels!" He began to slide my cock in and out of his ass, raising and lowering his body. The feelings this caused were indescribable. His ass was hot, and tight, and it felt so good. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't last long like this.
"Jon, my love! This is incredible, but I'm not going to last babe!" I moaned, feeling my balls tighten against my body and my cock begin to throb even more. This only seemed to make Jon want more, raising his ass off my cock, and lowering it back down faster and faster. Grabbing a hold of his hips, I began to meet his thrusts with my own until I couldn't hold back any longer, pushing my cock inside him as far as it would go. Pulse after pulse of hot semen shot from my cock as I held him tight against my pelvis.
"Oh God, Jay! I can feel you shooting inside me, I'm going to cum, love!" And cum he did, his cock releasing long ropes of cum, spraying his warm seed all over my chest and stomach. It was the most intense orgasm either of us had ever had together. Jon collapsed on top of me and I held him close, feeling his cum between us.
We lay there recovering, our bodies covered in sweat. Finally he gathered enough strength to lift off of me, just enough to look me in the eyes. "I love you, babe," he said to me, and lowered his lips to mine.
"I love you too, babe," I replied, smiling up at him.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment. "Hey guys?" Paul's voice called out. "If you two love birds are through in there, Vivian was wondering if the two of you would like to go with us to the hospital to see Kyle."
"We'll be right there!" Jon called back. "Well babe, let's get going," he said to me, giving me one final kiss before getting off the bed.
"Yeah dude, but we need to take a shower first," I said. "We stink."
"You're right about that," he laughed. Together the two of us left his room, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. We didn't waste any time, quickly soaping each other up and rinsing off the sweat and cum that covered our bodies. Jon paid a little extra time washing my cock, and I returned the favor, slowly stroking his cock with my hand, feeling it begin to fill with blood and stiffen once more.
"Oh God, babe," he said, his eyes closed. "That feels so good, but we don't have time."
"I know," I said, reluctantly letting his cock go. "I love you, Jon."
"I love you too, Jay," he said, leaning forward and giving me a kiss.
Jon turned off the water, and we got out of the shower. We quickly dried each other off then went back into the bedroom where we put on clean clothes. We picked up the clothes we had left on the floor, and put them into the hamper.
Downstairs, everyone was waiting for us. My father had just walked back into the house after starting the cars when we came down. "Glad you two could join us," he said with a knowing smile, causing Jon and I to blush.
"Vivian, are we really going to see Kyle?" I asked her.
"Yes, we are," she said. "I received a call while the two of you were upstairs that Ryan, Kyle's foster father, is letting us see him."
"Cool!" Jon exclaimed. We started to get our shoes and jackets on while the adults were waiting.
"So how was it?" Paul asked Jon quietly, coming up beside him.
"How was what?" Jon asked.
"You know, giving up your virginity," he replied.
Jon turned red with embarrassment. "You heard?" he asked.
"Well yeah, kinda hard not to when I was just outside your door. So, how was it?" he asked again, this time with a wide grin on his face.
"It was awesome!" Jon exclaimed.
"I can't wait until I find someone to do that with," Paul said, a little solemnly.
Jon noticed the change in Paul, and put his arm around him. "Don't worry bro, you'll find someone soon," he said.
Paul smiled again. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Alright everyone, lets get to the hospital," my father called out. My dad and Vivian went in one car with Paul, while Jon and I went in the other car with my mother and his. I started thinking that if anyone else joined the family, we'd need another car just to fit everyone.
The drive to the hospital was as it always had been; short and uneventful. After paying to park the cars in the visitors lot, we all got out and made our way to the emergency entrance, Vivian and my father ahead of everyone else. I could see them talking amongst themselves, and holding hands. It made me smile as I knew my father needed this. While he still loved my mother, I could tell that he was really starting to fall in love with Vivian. She was a very nice woman, and what I didn't tell anyone yet was that I was beginning to see her as my third mother. If it should happen that my father and Vivian started dating, I hoped that one day they would get married and we would all be able to live together.
Upon entering the emergency entrance, we were met by a rather old security guard. I didn't much like him, the look on his face reminding me of a teacher I once had during elementary school. That teacher never smiled, and it appeared to me that his face had a permanent frown etched into it. The security guard had that same look on his face. It was no surprise to me that he had a rather rude demeanor, questioning us immediately on our purpose for coming to the hospital. Ignoring his rudeness, Vivian told him that we were here to see Kyle.
"Look, I don't care who you're here to see, visiting hours are over, and unless you are a relative of a patient, I would advise you to leave now," the guard said.
"Excuse me?" Vivian exclaimed. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded.
"I'm the person who's going to call the police in a second if you all don't leave. Now!" the guard said, refusing to back down.
"Very well, you can forget calling the police," Vivian said, reaching into her front pocket, and pulling out her wallet. "The police are already here." She had flipped open her wallet, revealing her police badge attached inside. "Now you had better step aside, or I am going to place you under arrest for interfering with a police officer. Do I make myself understood?" she asked, glaring at the security guard, who by this time, was looking more than just a little flustered.
Just then a man in a business suit came into the hallway. "Jack, what the hell are you doing?" he said, addressing the security officer. "This is the second time you've stopped people from coming into the hospital."
"But sir, visitors hours are over, and they don't have any relatives here that are patients," he said, still refusing to back down, but now looking very worried.
"And maybe if you had checked in with my office, you would have known that these people were invited to be here by Ryan Adams, and approved to visit Kyle by Doctor Iseman. Instead, as before, you're taking it upon yourself to determine who can stay and who should leave."
"But sir," the security guard started.
"Not another word. Hand me your badge, you're suspended effective immediately. I'll have Noel come take your place." Grudgingly the security guard removed his badge from his shirt pocket, and placed it in the man's hand then stormed out of the hospital. "I'm sorry about that," the man said to us. "My name's Doctor Erik Hastings. I'm the head of emergency services at this hospital."
"Nice to meet you Doctor," Vivian said, shaking his hand. Doctor Hastings shook each of our hands in turn before leading us into the emergency treatment area. How he knew his way around in that maze of hallways, I will never know, but eventually we ended up in the ICU ward. In one of the rooms, I immediately recognized the man that was with Kyle on TV before Kyle got shot. The man heard us walking into the room, and his attention turned away from the bed he was sitting beside, to us.
"Mr. Adams, this is Jason, Jon, and Paul," Doctor Hastings said, pointing to each of us. "They are the ones who asked to see Kyle."
The man stood up from the chair he was sitting in, and walked over to us. "It's really nice to meet you all," he said, shaking each of our hands. "I seriously wouldn't have agreed to let you in here except for something I was told by a friend of mine. Vivian," he said, looking up and nodding to her.
"What was that sir?" Paul asked him.
"Please, call me Ryan, or if you must, Mr. Adams. Calling me 'sir' makes me feel old," he laughed lightly.
Paul blushed. "Okay."
"To answer your question though," Ryan said. "Vivian told me that all three of you have had some experience dealing with Gary, the boy who shot Kyle."
"Yes, Ryan, we have," I told him. "But I think Paul knows him better than any of us."
"Well then, Paul, as soon as I'm able to take Kyle home with me, you and I need to sit down and have a talk."
"Um, okay," Paul said uncertainly.
Ryan saw the look on Paul's face and laughed. "No, don't worry, Paul, I just need to get as much information from you about Gary as I can. The doctors tell me that Kyle will be ready to leave the hospital in a few days. If it is alright with your parents, would you mind coming over to my place sometime during the following weekend?"
"I guess so," Paul said, then looked back at his mother who nodded her head. "Yeah, I'll be there, but I don't know where you live, or how to get there."
"Don't worry about that, I'll get your address from your parents, and I'll pick you up."
"Okay, but I don't have a father," Paul said with a little bit of and edge to his voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ryan apologized.
"Don't be. He's exactly where he deserves to be, in jail."
"It's okay, Paul," Ryan said, putting a hand on Paul's shoulder gently. "I can see in your eyes that you've gone through a lot, much more than any teenager should ever have to. But I also see that you have a wonderful family and some very good friends who care about you, and I hope they can help you be the person you were meant to be.
While Ryan was talking to Paul, I could see tears form in Paul's eyes. I knew that Paul hadn't dealt with his feelings towards his father, or what his father did to him. Maybe Ryan was just the person Paul needed to help him open up a little.
"Thank you," Paul said, suddenly giving Ryan a hug, and sobbing into his chest.
Ryan looked at Sarah, who just stood there smiling. "He's needed to do this for a long time," she said.
"I don't mean to pry, but can you tell me what happened?" Ryan asked.
"Paul's father is in prison right now for both rape and attempted murder. Paul was the one that he attacked."
"Oh my God, no! What is the world coming to when a person's own father can do this to his child?" Ryan cried, holding onto Paul even more tightly than before. Paul allowed himself to be held by Ryan, a feeling of comfort washing over him as the two cried together.
Suddenly a low moan could be heard coming from the bed. "Kyle!" Ryan shouted and he let go of Paul and rushed to the bedside. We followed him there where we saw Kyle laying on the bed, his right arm and upper chest heavily bandaged. He opened his eyes a little bit, and looked up at Ryan who was leaning over him, a smile forming on his face.
"Daddy?" Kyle said weekly.
"Shh, don't try to talk Son, I'm here."
"It hurts," Kyle said.
"I know son, the doctor is here, and he'll make it all better. I promise."
"Daddy, who are these people?" Kyle asked, looking at us as we stood behind Ryan.
"Son, these are some people that go to the same school as Gary, and they're going to help us make sure he can never hurt anyone ever again."
"Hi," Kyle said, trying to raise his voice so he could be heard. But that only caused him to have a coughing fit. Ryan quickly poured a glass of water from a pitcher that was beside Kyle's bed and helped Kyle sit up slightly so he could drink it.
"Try to get some rest now Son, you'll see them again soon. Doc? Kyle's in pain."
"Alright, I'll have to ask everyone to leave. Even you Mr. Adams," he said. "You can come visit him again tomorrow after he's had some time to rest a bit."
"I'd prefer to stay here, Doc," Ryan said.
"I know Mr. Adams, but you're not going to help him any if you're too tired yourself. I suggest you get on home and try to get some sleep. I have your cell phone number in case we need to reach you."
"Alright Doc, but please do everything you can for my son," Ryan said, relenting under the doctor's logic.
"Kyle's in good hands, Ryan," Doctor Hastings said.
"Ryan," my father spoke up. "I'm Jason's father, Don. Why don't you come stay with us for the night, and tomorrow we can all come back to see Kyle first thing in the morning?"
Ryan smiled at my father. "You know what? I think I'd like that very much. I don't know if I'd be able to get any sleep with the house being so empty now. I never noticed it before just how empty it was until Kyle came to live with me."
"And we'd love to hear that story," my mother said. "But I know the boys need to get some sleep, it's late and it's been a long day."
"Yes, it certainly has. Let me say goodbye to Kyle alone, and I'll be right out," Ryan said. We left the room and returned to the waiting area to wait for him. After waiting for a few minutes, he walked into the waiting area. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
"Mom, can I ride with Mr. Adams?" Paul asked.
"It's okay with me honey," she answered, "if it's okay with Mr. Adams."
"Sure, it's not a problem," Ryan said.
Together we left the hospital and got into our cars. Ryan's car was very different from the other cars in the parking lot, looking to me like it belonged in a science fiction movie.
"Whoa! What kind of car is this?" Paul asked when he saw Ryan's car.
"It's an electric," Ryan answered.
"It's awesome!" Paul said, causing Ryan to chuckle.
"Thanks. I like it," Ryan said, opening the door and climbing inside. After we had all climbed into our cars, we left the parking lot and made our way back home, Ryan's car following behind my father and Vivian's.
I never realized how late it was until Jon and I walked tiredly into the house with my mother and Sarah. My mother was right, it had been a long day, and I looked forward to climbing into bed with Jon for a long sleep. Only one thing bothered me, and that was Ryan. There would be no way he could miss the fact that my mother and Sarah were a couple, or that Jon and I were boyfriends. I began to worry about how Ryan would react when he found out.
My mother noticed that I was worried about something. "What's wrong, dear?" She asked me while I sat in the couch in the living room with Jon.
"Um, well," I stammered, looking to see if Ryan had walked into the house yet, and noticing that he hadn't breathed a sigh of relief. "He's going to find out about Jon and I, and you and Jon's mom." I finished.
"You don't worry about that, honey," my mother said reassuringly. "Things will be okay." At that moment, Ryan and Paul walked into the house followed by my father and Vivian. After taking off his jacket and shoes, he entered the living room and saw us sitting there with my mother.
"Jason, I want to be perfectly honest with you, and I want you to know that you have nothing to worry about with me. Paul knows, and so does your father and Vivian. I'm gay. I'm telling you this because I noticed the way you and Jon were with each other at the hospital. I think the two of you make a wonderful couple, and I hope the two of you are very happy together."
I breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing a hold of Jon's hand. "Thank you Mr. Adams," I said. "I was afraid of how you would react."
"Well don't you worry about that," he said, now turning his attention towards my mother and Sarah, who had sat down beside my mother. "And I'm guessing you two are a couple as well."
"Yes we are. We only got together recently," my mother said.
"Well then," he said. "I think I've found myself the gayest family in Burlington." causing all of us to laugh. "I'm very happy for all of you."
"I don't know, dear," my father said to Vivian, still laughing a bit. "We're outnumbered."
"Seems like it," she said smiling, and then planted a kiss on my father's lips, wrapping her arms around him. They stood there for a few minutes, kissing and holding each other with the rest of us looking on and smiling.
"I love you, Vivian," my father said when the kiss was over.
"I love you too, Don."
My father held her hand. "Vivian, it has been a long time since I have dated anyone, but I've found myself very much in love with you. Would you consent to going out with me and being my girlfriend."
"Yes, Don, I would. I love you just as much. Nothing would make me happier right now than to have you as my boyfriend." They held each other once more and kissed, this time as a couple, with everyone clapping and congratulating them.
"All right you two," my mother said. "Our boys need to get some rest."
Jon and I got up from the couch and walked over to give everyone a hug goodnight. We then waited for Paul before heading up stairs to our rooms. While he gave everyone a hug goodnight as well, he seemed to spend a little more time with Ryan, than with our parents and Vivian. Jon and I looked at each other knowingly, and smiled. When Paul had finished with Ryan, the three of us walked up the stairs, but instead of going to our room, Jon and I followed Paul to his. He was a little surprised at this.
"What's up guys?" he asked.
"Actually we just wanted to ask you something," Jon said.
"Oh, okay. But better hurry, I want to have a shower before I get into bed."
"Have you got the hots for Ryan?" Jon asked bluntly.
Obviously Paul was not ready for this question, and seemed to withdraw from us slightly. "Why do you ask?" he stammered.
"Dude, it's us. We know each other more than most other people do. Both Jon and I saw you with Ryan."
"Oh," Paul said. "I guess I haven't been hiding it very well."
"Very well? From what I saw, you were openly flirting with him. You're falling in love with him aren't you?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, guys. I think I am. And I know it's wrong. I mean, I know he's like ten years older than me, but I just can't help myself. He's so caring, and loving, and cute, and not to mention, very sexy."
"Who said anything about it being wrong?" I asked him.
"Huh? But I thought," Paul started.
"But nothing. You're right; Ryan is everything that you've said about him. I think it's fairly obvious that, except for me, every other guy you've been attracted to has been older than you. Neither Jon, nor I don't think it's wrong to be in love with someone older. Love is never wrong. If you want my opinion, I think he likes you too, and not just as a friend," I told him.
"You think I should ask him out?" Paul asked.
"I think you'll both know if, and when, the time is right for you to make that decision. For now, just enjoy his company and let things happen. You know that Jon and I are here for you if you ever need anything."
"Thanks guys," Paul said, giving each of a hug. "You're the best."
"Fine," Jon said, holding his nose. "But take a shower man, you stink!" We all laughed at that, Paul playfully punching Jon's arm.
"I will if the two of you would get out so I can get undressed," Paul said.
"Okay, okay, we're leaving. Goodnight Paul, see you tomorrow," I said.
"Goodnight guys," Paul said.
Jon and I left Paul's room, and walked in our own. Closing the door I immediately wrapped my arms around Jon and brought my lips to his. We stood there for what seemed like hours but was probably only a couple minutes.
"I love you, babe. I always have, and I always will," I said, looking into his eyes, and seeing them filled with his love for me.
"I love you too, babe, so very much," he said.
"Let's go to bed my love, I'm really tired and I want to lay down with you in my arms tonight," I said.
"I would love that very much, babe," Jon said, already starting to take off his clothes. I followed suit, until both of us stood naked in our room. Taking a hold of Jon's hand, I guided him towards the bed. He climbed in, and I followed him, pulling the blanket over top of us. Jon snuggled up beside me, his head resting on my chest, with an arm and a leg draped over my body.
"Goodnight, my love," I whispered.
"Goodnight, babe," Jon whispered back. I could feel myself starting to doze off, and I gave Jon a final kiss on the top of his head before I fell asleep.
* * *
Jon and I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone banging on the door. "Wake up you two," Paul's voice called out. "Breakfast is ready and we need to get going soon.
"We'll be right there!" I called back. "Well, babe," I said to Jon. "Ready for a new day?"
"Always ready if I can spend it with you, my love," he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of bed.
"I always love the sight of your cute butt when you get up in the morning," I said.
"The view's not too bad from here either, babe," he said looking back at me, and my uncovered body. "Come on, let's get going. I'm starved."
"Right behind you, babe," I said, jumping out of bed, and grabbing my pants from the floor. The two of us quickly got dressed, opting to wear the same clothes we did the night before as they were still clean having only been worn for a few hours.
After taking care of our morning ritual in the bathroom, we went down stairs and into the kitchen. Everyone was already up and digging in. My mother was at the stove and she was cooking up some western omelets. We wasted no time in taking our seats, and digging in like everyone else. By the time breakfast was done, Jon and I had eaten three of the omelets and two glasses of orange juice.
"Alright, the three of you get to the bathroom, and brush your teeth. We'll be leaving for the hospital soon," Sarah said. Jon, Paul, and I took off together, racing up the stairs. We each took turns brushing our teeth, and making ourselves presentable before going back downstairs to wait for everyone else to finish getting ready. I was the first one done, and I waited in the living room.
Jon was the next one finished, and he sat down beside me, holding my hand. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I had a feeling that Jon was up to something today. When everyone was finished and in the living room, Jon got up from the couch. "Mom, before we go. There's something that I want to do before we leave for the hospital, and I want everyone to be here when I do this."
"Okay, honey," Sarah said. Jon sprinted up the stairs. By now I was really curious. I had no idea what Jon was planning, and I was a little hurt that he never told me anything about it. A few minutes later Jon came back down into the living room.
He stood in front of me, looking at me with those lovely eyes of his. "Jay, my love, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I started to look back at the first day we met. I was really nervous about going to school that day because I didn't know anyone, or even know my way around the school. But when I bumped into you, right away, you made me feel so at ease and welcome. I fell in love with you that day, and I didn't know how I was going to tell you, or even if I should. Then you told me that you were gay, and that you had fallen in love with me, and I was able to admit how I felt for you. Since then, you've made me the happiest I've been all my life. All I can say, Jay, is thank you, from the bottom of my heart. But now I have a question I need to ask you."
"Okay, my love," I said.
Jon got down on one knee, and took out a small box from his back pocket, opening it up to reveal two beautiful gold rings inside. "Will you marry me?"
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