Two of a Kind by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-725-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

AP stared at the pecan pie where it sat on the oven rack. “It’s still liquid.”

“So cook it longer.” Trey didn’t seem worried. Why wasn’t he worried?

Ap stared some more. “It’s been in there an hour.”

“We’re high altitude.”

“Yeah, but….”

“Ap, you do this every year. Give it time.” Did Trey just touch his butt?

He blinked, then closed the oven. A few weeks of domestic bliss made the guy bold.

Ap was home at Thanksgiving every year. The first year after the crash had been brutal—Cole and Braden had been heartbroken, Bella had been completely confused, and the two little ones were terrified of him. Trey had been in a panic, trying to recreate something that was close to Thanksgiving.

They’d ended up buying their feast from Walmart a day before, because the turkey had still been frozen and the pumpkin pie had sort of… fallen in on itself like a bad soufflé.

Six years they’d been doing this together. Six years of turkeys and hams, of friends and neighbors stopping by, of tears and laughter and the parade.

This was when Ap really felt as if he had a place here. A home.

“Uncle Ap? Can I help?” Amelia stepped close. “The boys are playing video games, and Bella and Court are playing with the dogs.”

“Sure. I need someone to help put stuff on the relish tray.” They liked to have nibbles, so he pulled out pickles and olives, cheese and veggies.

“Do I get to make it pretty?” She climbed up to the table, all smiles.

“You do. Here’s ranch dip too. Careful, huh?” No one needed to lose a finger.

“I will. I promise.” She started arranging veg, little face so focused.

He chuckled, then went back to chopping onions and celery for dressing. He would sweat them while Trey got the stale bread and cornbread ready.

Every so often he looked over at Trey, admiring the man’s broad shoulders, that tiny butt. For such a big guy, Trey moved with an economy of motion Ap associated with athletes. Like bulldoggers.

“Uncle Daddy? Can me and Court go see the yaks?” Bella was filthy, completely covered in dust.

“Yes. Take the corgis.” Trey went all stern. “Be careful, and don’t spook anyone.”

“I’ll be good. I promise.” Bella looked guilty, all the time.

“I know you will, kiddo. I just have to say it. Wear your boots.”

Ap nodded. No one needed tetanus. “Watch your baby sister too.”

“Oh, very nice,” Trey murmured.

“Come on, Court!” The girls ran off.

Trey stepped to the kitchen doorway. “Can you guys set a timer to check on your sisters in twenty, please?”

“Sure.” Cole didn’t sound put out, so Ap guessed that was a good compromise. The boys would do dishes later.

Amelia was organizing vegetables by color, so carefully. His little chef. She made lines of the veggies on the big turkey tray he’d given her; they had a neighbor who gave them a new turkey platter every year.

“Good job, Ames. I’ll take a picture when you’re done.”

“Will you put it on Instagram?”

“You’ll break the internet.”

Oh, that pleased her, didn’t it? Deep down.

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