Love Is Always Write Volume 4

Wana'ao, you're my mate, and I will fight until my last breath to be by your side again. This I promise. Take care of our home."
    Kekoa smiled with bright eyes, the dry wind of Colvis disheveling his hair. "Darien Muselet, you're my mate, and nothing in this universe could stop us from being together and happy again. This I promise. Your home will wait for you."
    Darien caressed the white hair he had learned to love so much, allowing Kekoa to ruffle his fiery locks one more time. He turned and began walking toward the transport's gate.
    The last words Darien heard from Kekoa's lips were: "Truly, a heart of gold."
    THE END
    ABOUT MY BOYS' NAMES:
    Kekoa is a Hawaiian name meaning the brave one or the soldier. Wana'ao is also Hawaiian, and it means dawn. Darien comes to us from the Greek, and it means gift. Muselet is the wire that holds a champagne cork in place.
    Author bio: Born a Sagittarius in the fabulous year of the Rooster of '69, at the hour when his cat was about to become a complete dragon, Gabbo de la Parra landed on the Caribbean Coast of the outlandish Republic of Panama to start the adventure of life.
    Love and the Internet brought him to Middle Tennessee to embrace the American Dream and his husbandly romance. Writing has been an important part of his life since a very early age, and it's a pleasure to share his stories with others thanks to the wonderful opportunities this land provides. He is author of the Spaniards series, Prince of Atlantis, and other titles available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
    Gabbo cherishes life with a southern gentleman in a townhouse close to a lake, crowded with the spirits of his characters and their pets: black esoteric kitty, Luna; white emo-twink Maltese, Chance and a ten-year-old gold fish named Fishie.
    His new novel Immaterial comes to your e-reading devices Fall 2012.
    You can find Gabbo online at Gabbo De La Perra , at Amazon , or at Barnes and Noble .
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I WON'T LET GO
    by Anna Lee

    Finally our life was perfect. After years of just the two of us, we finally had our little girl. The three of us were now bonded in a way no one could ever break apart. We were a family. We were both exhausted from late nights and 3 a.m. feedings and he was the one who volunteered to run out for more diapers, but he should have been back by now.
    Then the phone rang.
    ~ Cheri

    genre: contemporary
    tags: zookeepers; photographers; fluff; romance; angst; hurt/comfort
    word count: 5,112
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    I WON'T LET GO
    by Anna Lee
    "Honey, we have a problem," Bryce called out.
    "What is it?" Aaron stepped into their daughter Maisy's bedroom. His husband was by the changing table; he was supposed to change her while he made a bottle. Another three a.m. feeding where he felt like a zombie, but it was worth it to have their little girl. He and Bryce had wanted a baby for so long and hadn't given up despite three failed surrogacy attempts. Maisy was their little miracle.
    Bryce buttoned up Maisy's pink onesie. "We're out of diapers."
    "Crap, I knew I should have picked some up after work. Sorry, babe."
    Lifting Maisy up Bryce pressed a kiss to their daughter's temple. "Not your fault. I forgot too." He gently passed their daughter into his arms. "Why don't you feed her and I'll run to CVS. By the time I get back we can change her then maybe get an hours sleep or so."
    "Okay." Aaron leaned over for a quick kiss. "Be careful and don't forget your phone."
    "Yes, Mom." Bryce rolled his eyes.
    "I'm serious." He shot his husband a mock glare. "Do you know the type of people that go out at this time?"
    "Desperate fathers?" Bryce's hazel green eyes were now twinkling with amusement.
    He huffed. "No… party goers trying to get home, drunks –"
    Pressing a finger to his lips, Bryce stopped him. "You worry too much." Bryce brushed the hair that always flopped over his eyes when he had bed-head back. "Feed Maisy, I'll be back before you know it."
    "Alright."
    Maisy clutched his shirt and let out a hungry cry. He cradled her to his chest, tilting his arm up so he could give her the bottle. She drank eagerly as he walked Bryce to the door. Watching his husband slip on his shoes and his favorite Angels sweatshirt he knew he shouldn't worry. It was just a quick diaper run and he didn't know why he was paranoid. Maybe it was because they were so happy, now that they were a family. Oh, it had been perfect before with just the two of them; they had a strong and loving marriage and Bryce