When he opened the front door, the restaurant name on the bag the deliveryman held was instantly recognizable.
"I am so sorry, my dear lad, there must be a mistake. We didn't order sushi tonight."
Anthony strolled up beside him, an arm sliding familiarly around his waist. "Could it be them again already? Were there any special instructions?"
"Oh, right, forgot about that," the young man replied. "But it was kind of odd. They just said, Leave it by the snow globe in the back garden. Doesn't make sense."
"It does to me." Asa took the bag. "Thank you very much. Have a lovely night."
As they walked out to their garden, Anthony sighed. "You do know I am a scientist who doesn't believe in the supernatural, remember?"
"I do remember, my dear. Just as you know that I enjoy a bit of whimsy and magical thinking at times, such as wishing on a star. And you've learned to live with me all the same."
"I've loved you all the same, every single thing about you, even our differences."
When they came to the snow globe in their garden, Asa gazed down on it in wonder. There was no denying the evidence of their own eyes, really. "They must be feeling peckish again. I hope they enjoy this."
"Wait." Anthony took a pen from his jacket. "I'm going to try something new." He took the bag and wrote on it. Asa smiled at the message. Find a way to tell us who you are.
"Very nice, but a bit demanding." He took the pen and added Please to the start of the note. "There. That's better. Then he set the bag down beside the globe.
He took his beloved husband's hand, and as they stood there watching, the snow globe suddenly brightened, temporarily blinding them, just as it always did when this peculiar magic happened in their garden, the magic which Professor Anthony Crowley tried to deny rather unsuccessfully. When their vision returned, the bag had vanished. Just as it always did.
"Huh." Anthony shook his head. "Still think there must be a rational explanation. We simply haven't got that far in our science yet."
"Of course, my dear. Shall we go sit and look at the stars for a while?"
But as they turned to head off, Anthony gasped. "Angel! Look at our apple tree!"
Asa smiled at his husband's favorite endearment, and followed his gaze. The tree trunk was glowing. They walked closer, and when the strange light faded away, there, seared into the bark quite clearly, were the letters A + C, with a heart surrounding them.
"Oh, my...but...but those are...I mean, that could be A for Asa...and C for Crowley."
"Or A for Angel...and C for...uh...I don't know...just a bizarre coincidence, or...um...er...ngk."
"Admit it, my love. You cannot explain that away easily."
"Well, have a good look at your stars, then, and think happy scientific astronomical thoughts to get over it. Shall I make us cocoa?"
"You know, I'm feeling more like drinking an extraordinary amount of alcohol at the moment. Have we still got some of that Chateauneuf-du-Pape?"
"We do. I'll go fetch it. I shall happily get squiffy with you tonight." He leaned in to give Anthony's cheek a quick kiss. "I love you, my dear."
As he strolled back towards their cottage, Asa paused by the snow globe. Inside it stood a building which was an old bookshop, and an antique car. It had been in the garden when they bought this home, and no one seemed to know where it had come from. He often saw a lovely golden-yellow light coming from inside the bookshop, and he saw it now, and for some reason, this always made him feel joyful.
He knelt down closer to it, and said, "Thank you, A and C. I still don't understand who or what you are, but I do feel blessed to have you here. May you be joyful in your own love, forever."
As he straightened, Asa swore the golden light flickered more brightly before quieting down once more, and he went on to the cottage with a lightness in his step, and a soft smile on his lips.
The End...which is only a beginning...