It was nice to watch television with Aaron after the boys went to bed. It would have been even nicer if we were groping each other on the couch, but I’d take what I could get. At the moment, what I could get was a cup of cocoa, a Will Ferrell movie, and the welcome sound of Aaron’s chuckles. Above us, the boys were finally quiet, having worn themselves out playing X-Men, a game that involved nothing more than racing back and forth until Aaron finally hollered at them to calm down.
I could live like this. The knowledge didn’t come quickly like an epiphany. It was more of a slow understanding, a realization that I literally didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Even knowing that I wouldn’t be following Aaron up to his bedroom, I was perfectly happy.
I was just starting to doze when
