Kevin in fact did have those—some quite persistent—but none of them mattered when Daddy always made time for him. The past year had been a whirlwind of new experiences, overwhelming after the seclusion of living on Sandro’s island. Kevin did start his cooking Instagram, and posted on there quite often, but between Daddy and art school, there wasn’t much time left to develop his online presence.
“Well, they’re not the ones taking me to Sicily for the summer.” Kevin felt so smug about his upcoming vacation he just had to wiggle his eyebrows.
Brandon whistled. “Look at you! Will you be joining the mile-high club?”
“Maaaybe.”
Since that fateful day on the island when all secrets had been revealed, Kevin’s relationship with Sandro entered a new level. They trusted each other, and Kevin was happy to be Sandro’s peaceful harbor, even if they agreed to not talk about what Sandro did for a living. Kevin hadn’t needed to deal with Roberto’s corpse or ever enter the area of the house that used to be a secret. To give Kevin peace of mind, Sandro had installed a coded lock from the side of the cellar, so that no one could surprise Kevin the way Roberto had.
Kevin’s phone pinged with a text message, and he got to his feet without even checking who it was from. “He’s here!” He turned around to Brandon. “We’re going to see my parents before we leave.”
Brandon whistled. “Serious stuff.”
Kevin flew to the door on the wings of the butterflies in his stomach, and Sandro knocked just as he touched the handle. Seeing his smile after two weeks apart caused an explosion of warmth deep in Kevin’s chest, and he rose to his toes, pressing his face to the front of Sandro’s shirt.
“There’s my baby boy. Are you ready?” Sandro said as soon as he put his arms around Kevin and pulled him into a hug.
“Always, Daddy,” Kevin said, his heart melting like every time Sandro kissed him. Nothing could compare to the elated feeling of being Daddy’s boy.
The end