“Please tell me you made coffee,” Randy said around a yawn as he stepped into the kitchen. “You already know I love you, but trust me, if you’ve made coffee, I will love you even more. Like…” He held open both arms as wide as they could go. “At least this much more.”
He got a smile for his efforts, but he didn’t get half a mug poured before a very small but boisterous riot broke out in the living room.
Vaughn looked across the kitchen and for a second they did nothing but stare at each other. Then, with a slow drawl and a nod, Vaughn said, “I guess he’s here.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Randy told him.
“Yep.” Vaughn blew a breath and nodded. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Randy stepped across the room and rested his hand on Vaughn’s forearm. “He’s your son. And he’s smart, and funny, and even if
