thirteen +

Calum had his left hand on the top of the steering wheel as his right laid on his lap. He looked up into his rearview mirror, looking at the setting sun behind him as he flew down the highway.

His dark eyes trailed down to Caleb sitting in his carseat, the small boy playing with a toy car. He spun the wheels around and around, trailing it up the car door and over the door handle and flying over his lap.

"Are you excited to see Daddy?" Calum asked as he looked over back towards the road.

Caleb nodded, letting out a quiet, "Yepp."

"I know he's excited to see you. Can you believe it's been so long? You're so big now!" Calum never spoke in a baby-voice to his son. He worried that his kid would start actually speaking like that. He didn't quite speak to him as an adult, but it was somewhere in between.

Caleb shrugged his shoulder. He put his toy car down on the seat next to him with the rest of his toys. He lined them up perfectly so that all the cars were in size order, facing the same direction, directly in the middle of the seat.

Calum veered off of the highway and onto the exit ramp. He was beyond excited to see his husband. Even the bumper to bumper traffic couldn't ruin his mood.

"Are you going to tell Daddy all about school?" Calum asked, hoping his son would.

The 30-year-old knew that if Caleb didn't say more than a few words to George when he got back that his husband would be beyond heartbroken.

"Maybe."

Parts of George feel guilty for doing what he loves. He doesn't get to see his son grow up, he doesn't get to be with him family. He knows it's hard on Calum and he tries not to think about that.

Calum parked in the underground garage, going around the car to help Caleb out. He grabbed his son's hand, swinging their entwined fingers back and forth. He wasn't able to stop his smile as they waited outside baggage claim.

"How long is Daddy home?" Caleb asked. He leant into Calum's legs, wrapping his hands around Calum's waist. He looked up, his chin digging into Calum's hips.

Cal rested his hand on his son's back. "Six weeks!" He responded. He wished it was longer but he'll take what he gets.

He remembers college when their six-week winter vacation away from each other felt like eternity. Now, Calum was wishing he could have six weeks together.

Calum met George in college. George was very serious about his schooling, he was a ROTC student so he had to be. He took great notes in their Psychology class and Calum did not.

What started as studying for their midterm turned into much more.

When Calum first looked at George, he's pretty sure his heart stopped. It was more than just physical attraction, it was something about him that made Calum unable to take a breath. He was breathtaking inside and out.

Calum felt that same way when he saw his lover walking down the hallway with a few other men in uniform behind him.

They all kind of look the same—buzzed heads, in uniform, tall, broad. Calum was able to spot George in less than a second. Their hearts yearned for one another.

He waited months and months for this moment. The few seconds it took for George to get to Caleb and Calum felt like he had to do all the months all over again.

George spotted his two favorite boys just as quick. He kept up his pace, trying not to push over the old couple in front of him.

He threw his bag on the ground as he crouched down, picking up his son and pulling him up. Caleb began giggling as he was brought up to George's 6'5" frame. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck as George kissed his son's cheeks and nose and forehead and every spot he could find on his baby fat face.

"Look at you! You're towering over me!" George joked as he raised his son into the air.

Calum smiled as he listened to Caleb's giggle. Calum was smiling from one ear to the other, almost literally.

George placed Caleb on his hip as he wrapped his arm around Calum, leaning in to press a kiss to his husband's cheeks. He knew they'd have plenty of time to catch up once their son is asleep.

George squeezed his two boys together, hugging them in a group. "I have waited so long for this," he said, smiling himself.

Calum wrapped his hands around Caleb and George, "We have too, Darling, we have too."

It took five minutes for the to take a step back from their hug. George didn't want to let go of his family. He wanted to stay holding them for the rest of his life, he wanted to pretend he wasn't on the verge of tears every time he had to let go of them.

It was time to go home, though, it was time to finish the day and start another.

They picked up fast food on the way home because that's something George has missed as he was stationed overseas. Who knew that $0.99 burritos from Taco Bell could make a man weep?

They got home, finishing off their dinner. Caleb sat in George's lap but didn't say a single word. He sat there, looking twenty times smaller compared to his father. He leant into George's toned chest, silently eating his soft taco and watching the quiet news playing on the television.

Calum always had the news running in fear that one day George's troop would be on.

George looked up as Calum walked into the room once more. They made eye contact, George looking down at Caleb then back at Calum.

Cal shrugged, he knew Caleb wasn't going to say much.

He plopped down next to his family, leaning into his husband's shoulder and curling up within his own space. He liked it like this, he liked being a complete family.

Even though George nor Caleb were talking, the house still didn't feel silent. Nothing felt silent when George was around.

They got Caleb to bed, Calum letting George do it by himself. George had been up for over 36 hours but he'll stay up 36 more if it meant he'd be with his family.

Calum laid in their bed, his knees curled up to his chest. He contently waited and waited, not wanting to take away Caleb's time with his father.

George finally made it back to the other side of the hall, closing the door behind him softly, careful not to wake the sleeping 5-year-old not too far away.

Calum smiled at him and he smiled at Calum. "Why, hello there." He crawled up their bed, his body getting closer and closer to the small 30-year-old until they could feel each other's breath. "I missed you."

"Yeah?" Cal asked. He rested his feet out, letting George move closer to him. He reached up his hands, feeling over George's freshly shaved face. "I missed your body more than you."

George let out the softest of a giggle, "Sounds fake." He moved closer to his husband, closer and closer and closer until their lips met. It was that moment that the two have been dreaming up, it felt like their first kiss being played over and over again.

Calum's hands moved back, crawling down George's shoulders and pulling at the seam of his tee-shirt. He lifted up the material, their lips parting to throw the shirt far away. Calum's hands felt the toned back of his lover and everything felt so good, everything felt so alright.

Calum never thought a human being could make him feel alive, but then he met George. He met George and everything changed for the good and he doesn't think it'll ever be less than perfect.

George lowers his body between Calum's legs, his lips falling from Cal's mouth to his chin then down to his jaw. The younger (by two months) man tilts his head back, letting out the most shallow sigh of pleasure he ever has.

George's lips are quick to fall to Calum's neck then down to his collarbones. His fingers are exploring his husband's body, their skin to skin meaning more than just sex.

It's their first time all over again. Shaky hands, sucked in breaths. Less messy, more bliss.

Calum knows George and George knows Calum. And, everything is perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything is perfect, they are so in love.