"The Best of Both Worlds" Epilogue by Lisa Michelle
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction.
Category: Kris/Adam AU, romance, angst
Rating: R
Summary: Adam, a young man harboring a secret, struggles with responsibilities and an overbearing mother. By chance he meets a man one evening that interests him, but will Adam’s secret destroy their budding relationship or bring them closer together?
“The Best of Both Worlds” - Epilogue
By Lisa Michelle
“I’m nervous,” Adam said. “I shouldn’t be. I knew this day was coming.” He paced nervously around the bedroom.
“Of course you are. Anyone would be.” Kris walked over and stood in front of him, forcing him to stop the nervous pacing. “But I know you’ll be fine.” He straightened Adam’s tie.
“Are the streaks of purple in my hair too much?” he asked. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“It matches your tie,” Kris commented. “You look amazing.”
“You always say that,” Adam told him.
“Because it’s true,” Kris said. “Just focus on the coronation. You get to sing.”
“I think I’m more nervous about the singing than becoming king,” Adam admitted.
“Well, it’s probably unusual to have someone sing at their own coronation,” Kris said. “Royalty and singing isn’t something that goes hand in hand.”
“Now you sound like my mother.” Adam plopped down on the bed.
“Sorry, but she’ll just have to deal with it, okay?” Kris said. “I’ll try and placate her if she starts in on one of her tirades, okay?”
“It only took years, but she finally likes you,” Adam said.
“That’s because I tend to her flowers,” Kris said. “Not because I married her son.”
“We have landscapers for that,” Adam commented.
“But how can I resist when she says: ‘Kristopher, darling, my roses are looking a little wilted, would you be a dear and look at them for me?’”
Adam laughed. “I love that impression. It’s so dead on,” he admitted. “Just don’t do anything extra for her.”
“Then I don’t get an apple pie,” he said.
“That she has the chef bake for you.”
Kris shrugged. “Dessert is my weakness.” He put his arm around his husband. “Besides, how long have I been doing landscaping?”
“A long time, but you don’t have to work if you don’t want to -“
“I told you before we got married; I still wanted to work even though I didn’t have to and became a prince. Which is still weird after all this time, but being royalty does manage to get me some nice referrals.”
Adam smiled. “And being an arborist.”
“True,” Kris admitted. “Besides, I’m only doing stuff part-time now. My guys handle most of the day to day work. I’m more of a consultant slash arborist.”
“That you love telling people all the time,” Adam joked.
“Not as much as your mother does,” Kris admitted.
“So true.”
“Dad.” A young lady bounded into the room and both Adam and Kris looked up. “Grandma says five minutes.”
“Wait a minute, Alanna.” Adam got up and walked over to his daughter. She was wearing a purple ball gown the same color as his tie. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled off her face and secured at the back of her head with a matching clip. She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders and her face. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she said.
Kris came over to his daughter. “You do look beautiful and so grown up.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“Thanks, Papa. I gotta go. My friends are waiting for me,” she said. “And you know how grandma gets.”
“No iPads at the coronation,” Adam called out just as she hurried out of the room.
“I think she’s ignoring you,” Kris said.
“No, she’s still working on her book,” Adam said. “Fifteen years old and she’ll be a published author soon.”
“Now what’s the title again?” Kris asked. “She keeps changing it.”
“Either The Prince and the Gardener or The Prince’s Husband,” Adam said.
“Gardener?” Kris said.
“Well, it is a children’s book and I don’t think they’d know what a landscaper does,” Adam commented. “Same-sex fairy tale books are all the rage now. It’ll be kind of weird to read one about us, though.”
“I know,” Kris agreed.
Adam paced around the room. “I guess we should get going,” he said. “Maybe I can buy us a few more minutes.”
Kris came over to him. “Stop worrying, okay? We’re raising a teenage daughter. Being a king can’t be any harder than that, can it?”
Adam smiled. “I hope not. She’s only fifteen. We’ve got a long way to go.”
“But she seems so grown up already,” Kris said. “The reading she does to sick children at the hospitals. Now she’s got a book coming out. Maybe she wants to be a writer.”
“Has she said that to you?” Adam asked.
“A teenage girl talking to her fathers about her thoughts and feelings? We’ll be the last to know,” Kris mentioned. “If we’re lucky.”
“Time’s up, sweetheart,” Kris said. “We’ve got to go.” He reached for two boutonnieres on the night table. “Wait a minute.”
Kris pinned the purple flower on his husband’s suit jacket. “Oh, that’s pretty. What is it?” Adam asked.
“Seriously?” Kris said. “You still haven’t learned my favorite flowers by now? I’m going to give you a test. With paper and pencil.”
“Sorry, baby, I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Adam pinned the flower on Kris’s jacket.
“It’s purple passion,” he whispered.
“Perfect,” Adam said. He offered his arm. “Ready?”
“For you? Always.”
****
END Epilogue
Category: Kris/Adam AU, romance, angst
Rating: R
Summary: Adam, a young man harboring a secret, struggles with responsibilities and an overbearing mother. By chance he meets a man one evening that interests him, but will Adam’s secret destroy their budding relationship or bring them closer together?
“The Best of Both Worlds” - Epilogue
By Lisa Michelle
“I’m nervous,” Adam said. “I shouldn’t be. I knew this day was coming.” He paced nervously around the bedroom.
“Of course you are. Anyone would be.” Kris walked over and stood in front of him, forcing him to stop the nervous pacing. “But I know you’ll be fine.” He straightened Adam’s tie.
“Are the streaks of purple in my hair too much?” he asked. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“It matches your tie,” Kris commented. “You look amazing.”
“You always say that,” Adam told him.
“Because it’s true,” Kris said. “Just focus on the coronation. You get to sing.”
“I think I’m more nervous about the singing than becoming king,” Adam admitted.
“Well, it’s probably unusual to have someone sing at their own coronation,” Kris said. “Royalty and singing isn’t something that goes hand in hand.”
“Now you sound like my mother.” Adam plopped down on the bed.
“Sorry, but she’ll just have to deal with it, okay?” Kris said. “I’ll try and placate her if she starts in on one of her tirades, okay?”
“It only took years, but she finally likes you,” Adam said.
“That’s because I tend to her flowers,” Kris said. “Not because I married her son.”
“We have landscapers for that,” Adam commented.
“But how can I resist when she says: ‘Kristopher, darling, my roses are looking a little wilted, would you be a dear and look at them for me?’”
Adam laughed. “I love that impression. It’s so dead on,” he admitted. “Just don’t do anything extra for her.”
“Then I don’t get an apple pie,” he said.
“That she has the chef bake for you.”
Kris shrugged. “Dessert is my weakness.” He put his arm around his husband. “Besides, how long have I been doing landscaping?”
“A long time, but you don’t have to work if you don’t want to -“
“I told you before we got married; I still wanted to work even though I didn’t have to and became a prince. Which is still weird after all this time, but being royalty does manage to get me some nice referrals.”
Adam smiled. “And being an arborist.”
“True,” Kris admitted. “Besides, I’m only doing stuff part-time now. My guys handle most of the day to day work. I’m more of a consultant slash arborist.”
“That you love telling people all the time,” Adam joked.
“Not as much as your mother does,” Kris admitted.
“So true.”
“Dad.” A young lady bounded into the room and both Adam and Kris looked up. “Grandma says five minutes.”
“Wait a minute, Alanna.” Adam got up and walked over to his daughter. She was wearing a purple ball gown the same color as his tie. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled off her face and secured at the back of her head with a matching clip. She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders and her face. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she said.
Kris came over to his daughter. “You do look beautiful and so grown up.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“Thanks, Papa. I gotta go. My friends are waiting for me,” she said. “And you know how grandma gets.”
“No iPads at the coronation,” Adam called out just as she hurried out of the room.
“I think she’s ignoring you,” Kris said.
“No, she’s still working on her book,” Adam said. “Fifteen years old and she’ll be a published author soon.”
“Now what’s the title again?” Kris asked. “She keeps changing it.”
“Either The Prince and the Gardener or The Prince’s Husband,” Adam said.
“Gardener?” Kris said.
“Well, it is a children’s book and I don’t think they’d know what a landscaper does,” Adam commented. “Same-sex fairy tale books are all the rage now. It’ll be kind of weird to read one about us, though.”
“I know,” Kris agreed.
Adam paced around the room. “I guess we should get going,” he said. “Maybe I can buy us a few more minutes.”
Kris came over to him. “Stop worrying, okay? We’re raising a teenage daughter. Being a king can’t be any harder than that, can it?”
Adam smiled. “I hope not. She’s only fifteen. We’ve got a long way to go.”
“But she seems so grown up already,” Kris said. “The reading she does to sick children at the hospitals. Now she’s got a book coming out. Maybe she wants to be a writer.”
“Has she said that to you?” Adam asked.
“A teenage girl talking to her fathers about her thoughts and feelings? We’ll be the last to know,” Kris mentioned. “If we’re lucky.”
“Time’s up, sweetheart,” Kris said. “We’ve got to go.” He reached for two boutonnieres on the night table. “Wait a minute.”
Kris pinned the purple flower on his husband’s suit jacket. “Oh, that’s pretty. What is it?” Adam asked.
“Seriously?” Kris said. “You still haven’t learned my favorite flowers by now? I’m going to give you a test. With paper and pencil.”
“Sorry, baby, I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Adam pinned the flower on Kris’s jacket.
“It’s purple passion,” he whispered.
“Perfect,” Adam said. He offered his arm. “Ready?”
“For you? Always.”
****
END Epilogue