“I love you. I want to hold your hand in the rain and get caught in a snowstorm so we can make love in front of a fire. I want to bring you flowers on Friday nights to celebrate another week together. I want to have lazy Saturday mornings in bed and family Sunday bagels. I want to grow old with you. I want to love you forever.” “That’s beautiful,” he choked out, Remi’s emotional confession overwhelming him. “Loving you doesn’t mean I need to know everything about you. But I do know the most important things. You’re loving, kind, and sweet. A wonderful son. A devoted grandson.” He turned Remi’s
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