Chapter 8: Personal Issues
Four and a Half Months
“Not tonight.” Henry felt his face heat as he said the words.
“Everything okay?” Sam asked. His eyebrows came together, revealing his concern. He pulled back his roaming hand. Henry missed it as soon as it was gone.
“Yeah, no biggie.”
“Something’s wrong. Tell me, please.”
“Nothing’s wrong!”
“Is it something I did? Something I said?”
“No. You’re fine. I love you.”
Henry stilled as soon as the words were out. He hadn’t meant to drop the L-word in that fashion.
Sam’s body stiffened. “You love me?”
Henry gazed hopefully into Sam’s eyes. “Yes,” he whispered.
A smile inched across Sam’s mouth. “I love you, too, Henry.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So tell me what’s wrong.”
Henry let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. My stomach hurts. I’m constipated, okay? Are you happy now, making me say that?”
“Oh. Sorry you’re not feeling well, hon. Have you taken anything?” Ever the practical scientist, Sam wasn’t going to let something like a discussion on bodily functions during an intimate moment embarrass him.
“Yes. I’ll try not to disturb you in the night.”
“You could never disturb me,” replied Sam. He pulled Henry back into his arms and landed a kiss on his brow. Henry felt better as he rested his head on Sam’s shoulder and snuggled against his lover’s chest.