"Is it bad to wear a sweatshirt?" Jack asks appearing at the top of the stairs dressed in a deep purple sweater and jeans. "I feel like I'm going ball room dancing," he explains giving a small twirl.  

     Raising his eyebrows Mark smiles. "You look lovely for once,"

     "For once! What's that suppose to mean?" Jack asks forging offense as he walks down the steps and once he reaches the bottom Mark pulls him in for a kiss.

     "Oh don't worry. I'll always love you sweatshirt or not,"

     "That's real reassuring," he laughs walking into the kitchen. "Hey did you grab the pie?"

      "You mean the one we're picking up at the grocery store?"

      He pops his head back out of the kitchen. "I thought I got one already,"

      "Remember?" Mark prods and Jack gives him a blank look. "Last night we got drunk and ate it for dinner. Sound familiar?"

       Jack shrugs. "No but does that sounds like us," then he catches sight of the clock. "Fuck we'll be late for your family's if we don't leave now,"

        So he slips on his coat and they run to the car together, trying to get to the car before they freeze.

        "Fuck it's way to cold for November," Jack says rubbing his hands together and Mark ushers him to start the car.

        "We will be late if you do not start this car," He says, ready to just get it over, and Jack raises his hands in defense before starting it up, and driving away.

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       After the quick trip to pick up another pie they finally reach Marks childhood house that's currently packed with every relative known to man.

      "Jeez I'm actually nervous," Jack says and beside him, Mark rubs his shoulder.   

      "They'll love you,"

      "Yeah but... don't you remember how they reacted when you brought over Ethan?"

      Mark nods, looking at the windows of his house. He couldn't forget that. "They've changed," he says turning back to look at Jack. "Really,"

     Jack smiles. "Okay I believe you. Are you ready?"

     "No, but I guess I have to be don't I?"

     Opening the car doors they take the pie and approach the house. Taking deep breaths all the way up the sidewalk when he finally does reach the front doorstep he feels like slightly okay and only when Jack takes his hand does he feel truly okay.

    Jack knocks on the door and in seconds someone's opened it to meet them.

    "Mark!" His brother, Noah, says. "Didn't think you'd show,"

    "Oh?" Mark breaths. "You didn't?"

    "You must be Jack," Noah says holding out his hand and Jack shakes it.

    "Sure am,"

    "Here come inside," he says ushering them in. "I'm Marks brother, Noah,"

    "Lovely to meet you. It's almost like a second Mark," Jack jokes and Noah laughs, taking the pie.

    "I'll put this in the kitchen for after dinner," then he's off and Mark and Jack simply stand in the door, still hand in hand.

   "He's nice," Jack comments and Mark nods. He is. Always had been but then again he wasn't why Mark was basically sweating just standing in the house.

   "Well I'll be damned," His uncle says coming up from the side, slapping him on the shoulder.

   "Hey Uncle Rye," Mark squeaks.

   "I would've thought you'd be too busy to come tonight,"

   "I get Thanksgiving off," Mark nods and his eyes gleam over to Jack who offers up his hand.  

   "I'm Jack. Marks fiancé,"

  "Oh so this the other fag. No offense," he says and Mark watches Jack quirk up his face.

   "Uh excuse you?"

   "I said no offense," Rye says holding up his hands. "I didn't mean any harm, if you didn't know,"

   "Okay well I'd appreciate if you didn't call me slurs because guess what, it's offense, if you didn't know," Jack fires back, standing tall and Mark puts a hand to his chest.

   "Please no," he whimpers and looking at him he steps down.

   "Excuse us," he says quickly before dragging Mark to the kitchen.

   "Wow looks it's Mark with his little fiancé!" His mom says. "I'm Marsha," she says putting down her spoon and reaching for Jacks hand, which he takes.

   "Jack," he says, smiling again.

   "Okay so I've just got to ask this. Please take no offense. Who's the women in this relationship?" She asks and Mark quickly watches the smile slide off of Jacks face.

   "We're both men," he says. "That's kinda the point,"

   "Oh well don't get your panties in a twist," she says waving him off.

   Wanting to leave this area before Jack burst, Mark says, "Where's Sophie and Jake? Haven't seen them in years and you know how much I love those two,"

   "Diane decided to not come this year once she found out,"

   Mark scrunches up his eyebrows. "Found out what?"

   "That you were coming hun,"

   "What? Why would that stop her?"

   "Well you've gotta understand that she can't have Sophie and Jake around you. They're too young,"

    Mark swallows and shakes his head, trying to blink back tears. He knew why but he's was going to ask anyway. He wanted to hear her say it. "Too young for what? You know they both love me,"

    She turns around. "Honey they can't be around you because you're gay and that rubbing off on them would be just a terrible crime. I mean Jake has such a great future in basketball and being gay would just really ruin that and well Sophie is just too pretty to be a lesbian," she goes back to cooking. "We aren't blaming you for being gay. We blame whatever horrible men rubbed off on you to make you that way. Luckily you weren't too good at sports or anything really. Makes it not such a lose,"

    "What?" Jack mumbles to himself before turning to stare right at his mother. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

   "Please baby," Mark whines and Jack shakes his head, squeezing his hand tighter.

   "No I'm not letting them abuse you like this," at this point a crowd of relatives have drawn near. "Mark was born gay. We were born gay and you not letting him see those kids is a real fucking shame because one day they'll grow up and think that anyone not like them is wrong and that's so horrifyingly sad. You close minded people are just such a fucking disappointment because guess what me and Mark love each other. I love him and we aren't fags and we aren't women. We are men and we love one another. I love him. That's something you can't take away and for your sake I hope one day you look back and realize what you've just lost. You've just lost the love of a son and that's the saddest part of it all," he finishes and the room goes deafly silent.

     "Now we're going to go take this pie, eat the whole thing and go watch Hallmark movies. It was terrible meeting you. I hope I don't see you next Thanksgiving... or ever again for that matter," then he pulls Mark from the room and out of the house where once in the car Mark begins to sob.

       He cries so hard that he's sure his ribcage will shatter.

       "Was that too harsh? Oh fuck I'm sorry Mark," Jack begins to rush out. In response Mark pulls him into a deep kiss.

       "That was the bravest, sexist thing I've ever seen in my life. I think I love you more than I ever have before,"

       "Really?"

       "Really,"

A/N
Happy Thanksgiving!! Hope this story isn't total shit! Love you all! Thanks for reading and keep going
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