Within the past two months living together, Tyler noticed something about Josh that he never knew before:

He liked walking around the house in his boxers.

As soon as he got home from work, he took his pants off. And on the weekends, it was rare pants were ever put on in the first place.

"Put your pants on, Joshua," Tyler giggled as his boyfriend stood at the door with just a shirt and boxers on.

"Oh," Josh said, looking down. "I thought I was wearing pants. Hm. K I'll go put some on."

Tyler smiled at how goofy his boyfriend was.

Josh returned with pants on, pushing Tyler's chair to the car and helping him get in.

Over time, Tyler had found it kind of romantic when Josh pushed him. He didn't ask, he just did. It was their way of walking while holding hands.

In the middle of dinner, Tyler got a text. "My sister is asking if my niece can stay with us on Saturday. Is that okay?"

"Yeah!" Josh said. "How old is she??"

"Twenty three months," Tyler replied.

"How many years is that?"

"Joshua!" Tyler exclaimed as he laughed. "You should be able to calculate that."

"I don't understand why baby ages are so complicated," Josh grumbled.

"She's almost two," Tyler giggled. "She'll be two in a month."

"See?! That's much simpler."

Tyler laughed as he shook his head.

"Let's spoil her," Josh said. "Let's be the stereotypical gay uncles that spoil her."

Tyler giggled and nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Joshua."