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When I told my parents I was gay, they hugged me and said they love and support me. When I told them I was quitting hockey? Dad barely spoke to me for a month.
“At this point, I think the only way we’re going to get through to them is to lock them in a room and let them have it out.” “You’re joking.” “Nope.” “And what if they kill each other? Because I’ve got to say, it seems likely.” “Then you’ll have two less players to worry about.”
“You want me to make choices for you, Asher? You two can come out when you’re friends.” I catch their confused expressions for a second before I slam the door and quickly lock it with Dad’s keys.
“What about emotionally unavailable guys who treat people like shit? Because I’m that too. Don’t pigeonhole me, dude.”
“You can go out with whoever you want.” As long as their name starts with A and ends in sher.
A whine comes from Hades, and I glance down as he starts to hump Asher’s leg. “Aw, another thing he gets from his daddy,” Asher says, pulling away.
Is a heart-on a thing?
Asher is sweet and kind and hurting. He has big dreams about family even though he could easily resent that whole thought with all the siblings he has to look after. Sure, there are days I could strangle him, but deep down, Asher only wants to be loved.
Merry Christmas, Dad, I’m dating the team brat.
“Nope. He loves me even when I’m an asshole.” I pull Kole closer. “Unfortunately, that’s true.” My boyfriend sighs.
