Friday: May 12, 2028
3:31 AM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, FOYER
Bo pulled one of Jensen’s shirts over his head as he walked into the foyer. Unlocking the door, he tugged it open. His blue eyes quickly swept over the woman on his front steps before he crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Yeah, I know. It’s early. But we need to talk.”
“About what, Kathy? What could you possibly want?”
Kathy Silver let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve gotten off my high horse and spoken to Dallas again.”
“He won’t sleep in bed with me until after I’ve apologized to you.”
“Oh, please. Don’t come over here and apologize just so Dallas will have sex with you. My husband is worth much more than that. If you’re here to apologize because you know you were wrong, that’s fine. That’s great. If you’re here for any other reason, you can leave,” Bo said. He watched Kathy turn around before he cleared his throat. “I’m curious.”
She stopped. “About?”
“Everyone’s entitled to an opinion, and I understand that. But what on earth do you have against same-sex marriages?”
Kathy scoffed as she turned back to the blonde. “I have nothing against same-sex relationships.”
“Ah. So just mine, then?”
“Yeah, Bo, just yours.”
“You’re incapable of love,” Kathy hissed. “You can pretend that he makes you normal, but he doesn’t. Hidden under layers of well-practiced emotions and gestures, you’re the same old Bo Austen you’ve always been. You don’t have the capacity to love another human being the way he deserves to be loved, Bo.”
Bo stared at Kathy for a moment before shaking his head. “Look who’s talking, Kathy. Ninety percent of the time, and I’m being generous with the number there, you’re incapable of love. You hate Jamal, even though he helped you run away from New York, even though he raised you and gave you everything you ever wanted. You barely speak to Dallas, and when you are on speaking terms, you still act like he’s not your husband, like he’s nothing but a show.
“I’m in capable of love, Kathy? Look in a goddamn mirror before you start pointing fingers.”
“Are you done?”
“No. I have four kids with that man, and I love each and every one of them with everything I have, and even then, I still love Jensen more. He’s my life. He’s the reason I’m alive, the reason I’m sober, the reason I own two beautiful houses filled with four beautiful children.” Bo cleared his throat, uncomfortably shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I love Bridget. You’re right. I love her. I’ve been in love with Jensen for five years, and I still love Bridget. He’s aware of that. If I was marrying him to get over Bridget, I would’ve divorced him as soon as it didn’t work.
“He’s everything to me, Kathy. He’s the father of my kids, adopted or otherwise. He’s the thing that holds me together. I love him with everything I have, and for you to stand here and tell me I’m incapable of that? For you to degrade our relationship because it isn’t like your spite-filled marriage to Dallas or your affair-filled marriage to Max? That’s wrong.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“I’d rather not,” Bo said simply. “When you ignore Dallas and treat him like shit? I’m the one he comes to for advice. He’s married to Miss Relationship Expert and he comes to Mister Incapable of Love for advice. There are… exactly three reasons you and Dallas are still married, Kathy. One is because he loves you. Two is because you have children together. Three is because I told him to wait it out just a little bit longer, because he’ll sadly never find another person he cares for as much as he cares for you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’ve been ignoring Dallas and showing him how much you despise him for the past two years, Kathy. I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Bo said. “You don’t have to accept Jensen and I. I don’t have a problem continuing to cut you out of my life. If nothing else, your husband deserves better. Hate me or Jensen all you want, but at least let it go so Dallas can have the woman he loves back.”
Kathy stared at the blonde for a moment before shaking her head. “Jensen. I wanna talk to him.”
“Jens?” Bo questioned, his voice just a bit louder than before. The younger man walked out of the hallway and into the foyer. Standing behind Bo, he wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso. “There you go. Feel free to talk.”
“Alone,” Kathy said.
“That’s not happening,” Jensen whispered.
“I never meant to hurt you, Jensen. I was warning you,” Kathy said.
“We’ve been married two years. We’ve got four fucking kids together. What the hell does he have to do to show you that he loves me?” Jensen asked.
“There’s nothing he can do, Jensen. It’s an opinion.”
“It’s an ignorant bias, is what it is,” Jensen said. He squeezed Bo tightly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You should go to bed. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Are you sure?” Bo questioned, turning to face the taller man. Jensen only nodded. Bo leaned up and kissed him. “Call if you need anything. I’m not far.”
One corner of Jensen’s mouth lifted. “I know, babe.” He squeezed Bo’s arm as he walked. Past. Jensen nodded toward the door. “You can either leave, or we can discuss whatever issue you have like adults. Either way, I won’t stand by while you call Bo a freak. He doesn’t need that shit in his life again.”
Kathy nodded slightly. “Let’s talk then.”
“Great,” Jensen muttered. He stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He gestured to the stairs before sitting down on them. Kathy sat down beside him. “Where do you want to start?”
“Let’s just start with a nice, long talk about your husband.”
5:40 AM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM
Bo’s gaze shifted to the door as Jensen walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?”
Jensen nodded. “I’m fine.” He crossed the room, climbing over Bo to get to his side of the bed. Bo smiled faintly, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “She apologized. I mean… there was a lot of heated conversing, but she apologized.”
Bo turned to face his husband. “Does that… make you feel better?” he questioned, reaching up to brush Jensen’s hair away from his forehead.
“I don’t know. I think I’m too damn tired to decide that right now.”
“Mmhmm.” Gently, Jensen pushed Bo onto his back and snuggled up to his side, his head coming to a rest on the blonde’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for how she talked to you, Eli.”
“That’s not your fault, Jens. You can’t control her,” Bo said, combing his fingers through Jensen’s hair.
“I know. But… but I love you the way you are.”
“I know, love,” Bo murmured. He pressed a kiss to the top of Jensen’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jensen whispered.
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