Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

fine, I admit it, you’re right. Jonathan and I are back together, and everything is peaches (and strawberries). The truth is, I’ve never been happier. And no, I will not thank you for it. You’re intolerable enough already!
    We’re back in Phoenix now, and we’ll be here for a couple of weeks, at least. We came back for George’s birthday, because I truly believe that nobody should have to spend their birthday alone. I decided to buy him Diamondbacks season tickets. I wanted to get him a clubhouse box, but Jonathan said it was too ostentatious. He said the infield would be sufficient. Well, infield, outfield—what’s the difference really? And I figured George might as well be close enough to actually see those men on the field (even if he doesn’t fully appreciate them) so I bought a third-base box instead. George was so happy, he practically cried. And Jonathan? Honey, he went through the roof! Well how was I supposed to know that all boxes were off-limits? He really should have been more specific, don’t you think? I swear, that man is so aggravating, it’s a wonder I put up with up him at all.
    Well, anyway, it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll apologize, and Jonathan will forgive me. Besides, why shouldn’t I spend my money on George if I want to? I have a family now. A tiny little family, since Jon and I have only the one real parent between us, but a family nonetheless. I absolutely adore George, and the truth is, I think he rather likes me.
    And not just because of the box seats.
    I have to go, Sweets, but before I do, there’s something I’ve been dying to say. I’ve never been able to say it before. I could barely even admit it to myself, because it just seemed so impossible.
    But not anymore.
    I’ll tell Jonathan, of course, when I’m feeling brave. I know he’ll understand. But I’ll say it here first, to you. I want to see how it feels to let the words take form. I want to know what it’s like to allow them to become real and true, and to acknowledge that just maybe, someday, this wish will come true too. The thing is, Jared…
    I’ve always wanted to be a father.

About the Author

    MARIE SEXTON was always good at the technical aspects of writing but never had any ideas for stories. After graduating from Colorado State University, she worked for eleven years at an OB/GYN clinic.
    She quit the clinic at about the same time she started reading M/M romances. At some point in the ensuing months, the static in her head cleared, and her first story was born.
    Marie lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Matt and Jared often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.