And so this is Christmas.
"Did you enjoy your first Christmas?" he hears himself asking, breaking their peaceful silence.
Lights twinkle from a small, artfully decorated tree. Wrapping paper, gathered up from where it had been strewn by a very enthusiastic god, burned in the fireplace.
Music played softly from a corner stereo, not disturbing the sleeping child resting in Gil's arms.
Jack does not answer him this time with words. The unadulterated joy on his face spoke louder than anything he could have hoped to convey.
"I love you," he whispers then, brushing a kiss on top of Georgia's head before doing the same to his husband.
A hand covers the one resting gently on the child's back. "And I love you," Jack says quietly, snuggling close.
Lights twinkle from a small, artfully decorated tree. Wrapping paper, gathered up from where it had been strewn by a very enthusiastic god, burned in the fireplace.
Music played softly from a corner stereo, not disturbing the sleeping child resting in Gil's arms.
Jack does not answer him this time with words. The unadulterated joy on his face spoke louder than anything he could have hoped to convey.
"I love you," he whispers then, brushing a kiss on top of Georgia's head before doing the same to his husband.
A hand covers the one resting gently on the child's back. "And I love you," Jack says quietly, snuggling close.