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There was a strange sort of tranquility that washed over Mark as he laid on the couch, his back propped up against Falcon's side as his hand rested absentmindedly on his swollen stomach. The sun peaking through the dingy slats of the window blinds, illuminating dust that had escaped from the clutches of the swiffer Falcon had run across them earlier.
In such an instance there was no reason to question anything. He was here. In Falcon's arms. He was living in a small but adequate studio apartment with him. Their own nest. A safe haven compared to the barbed wire he traipsed over while living with his mother. Here, with the love of his life, he was free.
Free of guilt and regret and those nagging memories of his past. To uphold the family honor, to be someone he wasn’t. To live a lie all so that his mother wouldn’t be embarrassed by the very thought of being in public with Mark.
But now? There was no doubt in his mind anymore. This was real. And it would be for the rest of their lives together.