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“You’ve been seeing a therapist?”
“The job can be stressful.”
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“He really said that to you, huh.” Eddie can’t help but scoff and roll his eyes, bringing his beer to his mouth to swig while he leans back on the counter behind him.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen the look on Maddie’s face.” Buck adds, doing the same with his beer as he also leans on Eddie’s island top in his kitchen late one night.
“And you just took it, without any smart remarks or nothing?”
“Pretty good at taking shit from my parents, I guess.” He shrugs.
“God if I was there....your dad would likely be in the hospital tonight.” Eddie chuckles, making Buck laugh under his breath. He sets down his beer next to him, walking over to Eddie and lays a kiss on his lips.
“Wish you were there.” Buck whispers, warm exhale hitting Eddie’s lips and the smell of beer warming his nose. “Not so you can injure my dad but to be by my side, have my back.” He smirks as Eddie sets his beer down as well, wrapping his hands and arms locked around Buck’s back.
“When can I meet your parents?” He asks.
Buck’s eyebrows furrow and then raise, a smile gleaming slightly, stepping back from Eddie’s body a slight inch that makes Eddie adjust his hands to graze Buck’s elbows. “You really want to meet them? The Philip and Margaret Buckley?”
“Yeah I’d like to....probably gonna regret it if I do but still.”
“I mean, you’re welcome to but it might not be the best idea.”
Eddie bows his head down, nodding slightly. “You haven’t told them about us.”
A nervous chuckle escapes Buck before he really even realizes. “Yeah, right. Like I’d tell my conservative real men don’t cry and need therapy bullshit parents I’m bi, and dating a man with a son. Plus they’re homophobic, so...”
Eddie rolls his eyes once more, not at Buck but the idea of his parents. “God, Buck.” He says under his breath.
“Yeah, it’s swell here in the Buckley family.” Sarcasm, of course. Things haven’t been “swell” in his family since he was a baby- meaning, he didn’t understand anything going on around him. Honestly, he doesn’t know of a time when his family wasn’t wrapped in drama or fights amongst themselves. Buck scoots back into Eddie, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder that Eddie presses a kiss to instantly. “Can I be a Diaz?” He sweetly asks, muffled by Eddie’s neck.
Smiling, Eddie glances down at Buck’s bright eyes staring up at him. “Is that a marriage proposal, Buckley?”
“Whatever it takes to not be a Buckley. It’s a sweet last name but man do I hate the people associated with it.”
“Us Diazes have our own issues, believe me.” He chuckles. “But I’d love to add another member.”
Buck locks his arms around Eddie’s torso, exhaling again on his neck as Eddie tilts his head down so it rests on top of Buck’s gently. Eddie takes his right arm and drapes it along Buck’s back, using his fingertips to softly rub his T-shirt fabric above his skin. His left hand plays with the curls that have become unmanageably crazy as his hair grows longer, twirling each of them with his fingers.
Eddie watches Buck’s eyes slowly close, breaths slow and steady on Eddie’s collarbone as they stand together.
“Evan Diaz.” Eddie whispers to himself and can’t help from smiling.