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"4-year-old male, managed to get himself wedged into the playground equipment. Father attempted removal but the leg is still trapped," Captain Hyatt relayed to his firefighters as they climbed out of the truck.

Tommy yawned, hoping this would be quick. The shift had been brutal and he was running on fumes. He really wasn't cut out for ground crew anymore.

"Firefighters! What number are you?" the little boy called out. He didn't seem too stressed about his predicament.

"Hey buddy, we're here to help," Tommy said, kneeling down to assess the situation.

"I know that. But what number are you? I'm collecting stations." The kid's eyes lit up. "I have the 122, 126, 118..."

Tommy's chest tightened at the mention of the 118.

"Uh, the 217," Tommy said. "What's your name, buddy?"

"Theodore, but everybody calls me Theo and I'm four years old. I just moved into a new house because my mom and dad died in a car crash, so I live with my dad. But he's not my old dad, he's my new dad. My old dad died with my mom. So now I have a different dad and I live in a new house and I have my own room with trucks on the wall."

Tommy's throat went tight. "That's...that's a lot of change, Theo."

"Yeah. It makes me really sad sometimes. I used to call my new dad Mr. Poop, but now I call him Buck."

Tommy froze. "Uh...Buck?" His voice came out strangled. "Theo, what's your new dad's job?"

"He's a firefighter. At the 118! That's why I know that one." Theo beamed proudly. "Do you know my dad?"

Tommy couldn't breathe. Evan had a son. And Tommy had missed all of it.

"I just turned around for a second and he was stuck...I don't know how he manages to do this stuff. He's such a good kid but he's always getting himself into these crazy situations and..." Buck rambled to Captain Hyatt before turning back to Theo. "Hey kiddo, I'm sure these firefighters will have you out in a jiffy."

Then he looked up and froze.

"T-Tommy?"

Their eyes met, and Tommy saw everything flash across Buck's face: shock, hurt, longing, hope. Then Buck seemed to remember how to breathe.

"Evan... you're a dad. This is, uh, wow. How?"

"It's kind of a long story." Buck's voice was soft, uncertain. "Wow, Tommy. I..."

"Hey, is anyone gonna get me out?" Theo interrupted.

"Yep, you got it, kiddo. Why don't you squeeze Buck's hand nice and tight while I use this big saw? Make sure you stay really still," Tommy said, not quite meeting Buck's eyes.

"Okay. I'm very brave," Theo announced.

Buck knelt down beside his son, offering his hand. "The bravest."

Tommy lifted Theo out of the equipment and handed him to Buck. "Why don't you head over to that ambulance and my friend will get your leg all checked out?"

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. 217," Theo said, settling into Buck's arms. "Let's go, Buck!"

Buck adjusted his hold on Theo but didn't move yet. "Tommy, would you...I mean, I know you have to get back to Harbor and I've got all this dad stuff to take care of, but..." He took a breath. "Can I call you? I can explain everything. Maybe we could talk? Actually talk for once?"

Tommy's heart was pounding. Evan was a father. Evan wanted to talk. Evan was standing right there with hope in his eyes and a four-year-old in his arms.

"Yeah," Tommy said quietly. "Yeah, you can call me."

"Okay... okay, yeah, great," Buck said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Tommy's head snapped up. He wasn't expecting anyone.

Bang bang bang.

He crossed to the door, pulled it open and then froze. A very pissed off Evan Buckley stood on his doorstep. Before Tommy could say a word, Buck pushed past him and strode into the house.

"Hello, Evan. Would you like to come in?" Tommy asked sarcastically.

"You didn't come." Buck spun to face him, voice tight with anger. "I needed you and you didn't come. That's our thing, Tommy. You're always there when I need you, and I know it's not fair but fuck—" His voice broke, dropping to a whisper. "I needed you."

Tommy took in Buck's red-rimmed eyes, the dress blues he was still wearing. His heart sank.

"Evan...I..." Tommy began.

"I felt so alone, Tommy." Buck's voice cracked. "I just stood there as they dedicated the station and I felt numb. Empty. Hollow. The Robert Wade Nash Memorial Station." His hands clenched into fists. "I hate it. I hate it almost as much as the stupid baby name Maddie and Chim chose, and I'm sad and I'm angry and you weren't there."

"Evan, I couldn't." Tommy's voice was barely above a whisper. "I couldn't face any of you when it's my fault."

"Were you hiding another vial of the antidote somewhere?" Buck demanded.

"Well, no—"

"You're the reason Chimney lived, Tommy. Bobby didn't die because of you." Buck's voice broke. "Bobby died because the world is cruel and..." He sucked in a shaky breath, tears streaming down his face. "I miss him, Tommy. I miss him so much and everything hurts all the time and you weren't there."

"Sweetheart," Tommy whispered, barely stopping himself from pulling Buck into a hug.

"I had you and my life was so fucking good. Even the shitty stuff like Gerard was okay because I had you. And then you broke up with me and the world started to crumble." Buck's voice grew raw. "Maddie was kidnapped and Eddie left and then Bobby. It's been hell, Tommy. And it's been so much worse because I haven't had you."

"I'm a coward, Evan," Tommy said quietly.

"I just don't understand why." Buck shook his head. "You left me, Tommy. I wanted forever. And you just left me alone in my kitchen."

"Ev..." Tommy tried, but Buck wasn't finished.

"And then you did it again." Buck's eyes were red and angry and heartbroken all at once. "I know I said stupid things both times, but Tommy, I do that. I say stupid things. I'm wired like that. I speak before I think things through." His voice cracked. "But you didn't even give me a chance to explain."

"I did it because I was scared, Evan. You are so bright and sparkly and you brought so much sunshine into my life. Everything was different and so much better, and I knew it was just a matter of time." Tommy's voice broke. "I don't get to keep nice things. I never have. So I ran before you saw the cracks and realized I wasn't enough."

"Tommy, what does that even mean? Enough?" Buck's hands trembled. "You were enough for me. You were everything. I felt like myself for the first time in years because of you. And not because you're a man, Tommy. My bisexuality has nothing to do with it. It was because of you. You and your stupid cleft and your terrible taste in coffee. Your questionable Star Wars opinions and the fact that you eat your steak well done." His voice cracked again. "I love you and you took that away from me."

"I thought I was doing the right thing," Tommy said quietly.

"Right for who? Because it sure as hell wasn't right for me."

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Tommy said.

"Why are we still doing this?" Buck asked, his voice breaking.

"Doing what?" Tommy asked carefully.

"Tommy, I am so mad at you. I am so sad and angry, but all I want right now is for you to hold me." Buck's shoulders slumped. "Because you make things better. You have my heart, you idiot. Just stop trying to fight it."

Tommy stood frozen for a moment, then closed the distance between them and pulled Buck into his arms.

"Stop leaving," Buck whispered. "I can't do this alone. I can't do life alone. We can be scared together, Tommy. Don't break my heart to protect yours."

Tommy's arms tightened around him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Evan."

"I am too, but I meant what I said before, Tommy. I love you and I need you." Buck's voice was muffled against Tommy's chest. "Please let me keep you."

"Oh baby..." Tommy pressed his lips to Buck's hair. "I love you too."

He didn't tell anyone right away. He knew they would just try to stop him, and he wasn't going to be swayed. There was one person he did feel like telling, though.

****

"I understand, Evan."

"Do you really, Tommy? I mean, I don't even know where I'm going to go. Where am I gonna go?"

"It doesn't matter. The point is to go as far away as you can and...be happy."

Buck's breath caught. "Maddie said that to me when I was nineteen and left on my adventure."

"It's the truth," Tommy replied softly.

"Are you happy, Tommy?" Buck asked, his voice quiet.

"Am I..." Tommy paused, considering. "I mean, sure, I guess. What does it really mean to be happy anyway?"

"I was happy," Buck said, the words barely audible. "When we were together, I was so happy."

Tommy's breath hitched. "Evan—"

"Come with me, Tommy. Please?" Buck's voice was full of hope. "Will you come with me? We can start over, just the two of us. Just you and me against the world."

"I, uh—"

"What's keeping you here, Tommy? Truly?" Buck asked, stepping closer.

Tommy didn't answer.

"I want to try again. The two of us learning about each other. About who we are as people. Who we are as a couple," Buck said, his voice growing stronger with each word.

"Take the leap with me, Tommy."

"Okay," Tommy whispered.

"Okay? You mean it? You'll come with me? We'll try again?"

Tommy nodded. "Let's do this.

"Let's do this," Buck said, pulling Tommy in for a kiss.

This wasn't like when Buck left home at nineteen. There was planning involved now. He couldn't just float on the wind. He needed a destination in mind. So he and Tommy started searching for jobs together. They weren't picky about location. They didn't care where they ended up. Los Angeles was unique in having air ops integrated with the fire department, and they weren't likely to find that exact setup anywhere else. Tommy still wanted to fly, but he was open to exploring other ways of doing that.

Turns out there were a lot of places looking for an air ambulance helicopter pilot.

"Boston?" Buck said, looking at the job listing.

"Well, the suburbs of Boston," Tommy clarified.

"Moving to the 'burbs," Buck said thoughtfully.

"Do you not want that?" Tommy said. "I can keep looking."

"No, it sounds perfect. A good place to raise kids," Buck said with an almost wistful tone to his voice.

"K-kids?" Tommy stammered.

"You do want kids, right?" Buck asked, suddenly realizing they'd never discussed this.

"I do...I mean, I think I do. I've never really—" Tommy babbled, his words tumbling over each other.

"Hey, take a deep breath," Buck said gently. "I'm not saying we adopt a baby tomorrow, but I do want to be a dad, and I want that with you."

Tommy exhaled slowly. "Okay...not today, but someday. Husbands and dads," he said, testing out the words.

"I-I like the sound of that," Tommy whispered.

"Me too," Buck said softly. "So, Massachusetts?"

"Massachusetts," Tommy replied with a smile.

---------

"It's fine, Maddie," Buck said, watching Tommy give Chimney a playful shove across the backyard.

"It's just that Chim said without Tommy, he wouldn't be alive, let alone Captain," she said, following Buck's gaze.

"Yeah, Tommy's pretty amazing," Buck said quietly.

Maddie wasn't sure what to make of the small, wistful smile on her brother's face.

"Wait, are you sleeping with him?" she hissed, lowering her voice.

"Little bit," he replied with a shrug.

"Oh my God, Buck! It took you months to get over him, and now what—you're friends with benefits?" she said, glancing around to make sure no one could hear.

"First of all, I never got over him, and second of all, it's not like that, Maddie," Buck said, his voice soft but firm.

"Then what is it like?" Maddie pressed, studying her brother's face carefully.

"Promise you won't freak out," Buck asked.

"No," Maddie replied, and Buck rolled his eyes.

"Maddie," he warned.

"I'll try my best," she said with a weary look.

"So, uh, we kind of live together," Buck said casually.

"What??" Maddie yelped, then quickly lowered her voice when several people turned to look.

"Well, people tend to do that when they're married," Buck said, unable to hide his grin at his sister's shocked expression.

Maddie's mouth fell open. "Married? Buck, what are you talking about? When? How? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd react exactly like this," Buck said, gesturing at her wide-eyed, shocked response.

"This is a perfectly reasonable reaction!" Maddie protested, then realized she was literally waving her hands around. "Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But Buck, married? To Tommy? Your ex-boyfriend Tommy?"

"Yes, Maddie. We've been married for a few months now," Buck said.

"Months?" she said, her voice again rising slightly. "You've been keeping this a secret for months?"

"Everyone's been busy doing their own thing," Buck said defensively. "You have the baby, and Chimney's becoming captain, and Eddie's been working on his paramedic certification. It just never seemed like the right time to bring it up."

"The right time?" Maddie stared at him in disbelief. "Buck, you got married! There's never a wrong time to mention to your sister that you got married!"

"I know, I know," Buck said, running a hand through his hair. "But after Bobby died, everything was so chaotic. Tommy helped me work through some of my grief, and we realized we didn't want to live life without each other. It all happened pretty fast."

"Does anyone else know?" Maddie asked, her voice softening slightly.

Buck shifted uncomfortably. "Hen figured it out. But we've been keeping it quiet because everything's been so overwhelming since we lost Bobby."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," Maddie said, though her tone was gentler now, understanding the weight of what Buck had been carrying.

"I wasn't trying to hide it from you. I just didn't want to add stress, and I know how you feel about Tommy," Buck said.

Maddie sighed. "I don't dislike Tommy, Buck. I just don't want to see you get hurt again."

"It's different now, Maddie. I promise. We've worked through our issues, and we're working every day to strengthen our relationship. He's it for me, Mads," Buck said earnestly.

"Well, then I guess congratulations are in order," Maddie said with a growing smile. "Do you have any wedding pictures?" She paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And don't think you're getting out of me throwing you guys a reception."

Buck groaned. "Maddie, no. We specifically avoided all that wedding stuff for a reason."

"Too bad," she said cheerfully. "I'm your sister, and I missed my brother's wedding. You're getting a party whether you like it or not. Pictures. Now."

So when Chim approached him about mentoring the new probie, Greg, Buck jumped at the chance. This was his opportunity to do it right, to be the kind of mentor he wished he'd been before.

"Make Bobby proud," Chim had said, clapping Buck on the shoulder. And Buck intended to do exactly that.

Greg was eager, reminded Buck a little of himself in those early days—all enthusiasm and raw potential, just needing someone to channel it in the right direction. Buck was determined not to let a promising firefighter slip through the cracks on his watch.

Greg was impulsive, but he had good instincts and made it clear that he really respected Buck and valued his guidance. Greg practically lit up when, after work one night, Buck asked if he'd like to go out for a drink.

Buck took him to a badge and ladder bar a few miles from the station. Greg started asking him all kinds of questions about Buck's time at the academy and some of the more outrageous stories he'd heard about him.

"Is it true that you have a Medal of Valor?" Greg asked, leaning forward with interest.

"Uh, yeah. We, uh—well, my ex-boyfriend kind of stole a helicopter and landed it on a capsized cruise ship," Buck said, taking a sip of his beer.

"B-boyfriend?" Greg asked, his eyes widening.

Huh. That was not usually the part of that story that people found particularly interesting.

"Oh yeah, I'm bi," Buck said casually. "You cool with that?" He raised his eyebrows, studying Greg's reaction.

****

Love and Anethesia

"How does someone make it to forty with all four of their wisdom teeth?" Eddie asked, leaning against the waiting room wall with his arms crossed. The fluorescent lights made the dental office feel somehow both too sterile and too intimate.

"He said his parents weren't really 'dentist people'—whatever that means," Buck said, fidgeting with his keys. "Anyway, thanks for coming with me. The dentist said he's going to be super loopy, and I can't really drive and take care of him at the same time."

Before Eddie could answer, the quiet hum of the office was interrupted by the squeak of wheelchair wheels. Tommy was being guided out to the lobby by a nurse, his cheeks comically swollen with gauze.

"Hey sweetheart," Buck said softly, moving to Tommy's side. "How you feeling?"

Tommy's eyes were glazed and wandering, but they lit up at the sound of Buck's voice. "It's my boyfriend, Eleven!" His words were slurred around the gauze. He squinted, looking confused. "No, that's not right—he's a deer, but only not to me." His unfocused gaze drifted to Eddie, and his face broke into a dopey grin. "And this guy! But he doesn't have a mustache anymore and that makes me sad. Poor little guy." He reached out as if to pat Eddie's now-bare upper lip, but his hand missed by several inches.

Buck bit his lip to keep from laughing, while Eddie's eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"Ok, big guy," the nurse said with a practiced smile. "These guys are going to take you home."

"But what about my surgery?" Tommy asked, his brow furrowing in genuine concern beneath the haze of anesthesia.

"Babe, you just had your surgery," Buck said gently, exchanging an amused look with Eddie.

Tommy blinked slowly, processing this information. "Well then get me out of here," he declared with sudden urgency, attempting to stand up from the wheelchair and nearly tipping forward before Buck steadied him.

Somehow they managed to get Tommy strapped into Buck's Jeep, a process that involved Eddie guiding his wobbly legs while Buck supported his weight. Once Tommy was secure, Buck crawled in next to him in the backseat.

"You're sitting next to me?" Tommy asked, his head lolling against the headrest. His eyes widened with sudden realization. "Why am I in the backseat?" He started fumbling with his seatbelt. "It's ok, I can drive."

"Whoa, no you can't," Buck said quickly, catching Tommy's hands before he could unclip the belt. He threaded their fingers together instead, a practiced move to keep his boyfriend contained.

"You're pretty," Tommy said dreamily to Buck. "Do you like boys?" His eyes fixed on the birthmark above Buck's eye with intense fascination. "I want to kiss your face and your red eye splotch."

Buck caught Tommy's wandering hand, his expression a mix of amusement and tenderness. Eddie's quiet laugh from the driver's seat wasn't helping him keep a straight face.

"Yeah sweetheart, I like boys," Buck said softly, still holding Tommy's hand. His smile grew wider as Tommy stared at him in wonder, like he was discovering this information for the first time.

"That's so good," Tommy slurred, looking absolutely delighted. "That's so good because I like boys too. Well, just you. You're my favorite boy." He leaned heavily against Buck's shoulder, then jerked back up. "Wait, does that mean we can date?"

From the driver's seat, Eddie couldn't hold back his snort of laughter.

Tommy started to fall asleep, his head drooping onto Buck's shoulder. "I'm gonna hug you and kiss you and marry you," he mumbled, words growing softer as he drifted off. "And make little smudge-eyed babies."

"Not stupid at all. You look sexy, Professor Kinard," Evan said, appearing in the doorway with an appreciative smile.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Not a professor, just an instructor."

"Still hot," Evan said with a wink.

"Daddy! Papa!" a little voice yelled from across the house.

They both headed toward the sound of the voice, finding their five-year-old daughter in the living room looking frantic.

"Stella Bella, you know we don't yell across the house to get people's attention," Buck scolded gently, though there was no real heat behind it.

"Sorry, Daddy, but I can't find my pink sneakers, and they're my lucky sneakers, and I can't start kindergarten without them!" she said, her voice rising with panic.

Tommy crouched down to her level. "Hey, sweetheart, take a deep breath. We'll find them."

"But what if we don't?" Stella asked, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. "What if I have bad luck on my first day?"

"We'll find them," Evan assured her, already mentally cataloging where to search. "Have you checked under your bed?"

"Yes, and in my closet. I've checked everywhere!" she cried, her voice getting more distressed.

"Dadadada," another voice rang out from upstairs.

"I'll go get her," Tommy said, heading toward the stairs.

Buck tried to comfort Stella, rubbing her back and whispering soothing words. "Hey, it's okay, baby girl. We're going to find them."

Tommy returned moments later with Sasha balanced on his hip and the pink Converse All Stars dangling from his other hand. "Look what I found in the crib," he said with a triumphant smile.

"My shoes!" Stella squealed, jumping up and down. "Thank you, Papa! You saved my first day!"

"How did they get in Sasha's room?" Buck asked, taking the sneakers and helping Stella sit down to put them on.

"I have a theory," Tommy said, looking at their younger daughter, who was babbling happily and clapping her hands. "Someone might have been playing with them."

Sasha giggled and reached toward the shoes, confirming Tommy's suspicion.

"Mystery solved," Buck said, tying Stella's laces. "Now, are you ready for kindergarten, lucky shoes and all?"

"Ready!" Stella announced, beaming.

"Okay, but first we need to fix those pigtails because they're a little lopsided, and then I need first day of school pictures of you and Papa," Buck said, already reaching to adjust Stella's hair.

"Evan," Tommy groaned, shifting Sasha to his other hip.

"Humor me, babe," Buck said with a pleading smile. "It's her first day of kindergarten. This is a milestone."

"Pictures!" Stella cheered, clearly loving the attention.

"See? She wants pictures too," Buck said, gently redoing one of her pigtails. "And you look so handsome. We need to document this moment."

Tommy sighed but he was smiling. "Fine, but make it quick. I don't want to be late on my first day either." He set Sasha down in the playpen, where she immediately grabbed her favorite stuffed monkey.

"Five minutes, I promise," Buck said, smoothing down Stella's hair. "There, perfect. Now you and Papa go stand by the window where the light is good."

"This is why we should have left earlier," Tommy muttered, but he was already moving toward the window with Stella following excitedly behind.

"I heard that," Buck called, grabbing his phone for pictures.

Buck snapped about a million pictures before suddenly snapping his fingers. "I almost forgot! Your signs!" He rushed over to the kitchen counter and grabbed two small chalkboards, handing them out. "Here you go."

Stella's chalkboard read: "First Day of Kindergarten! Name: Stella Kinard, Age: 5, When I grow up I want to be: A firefighter like Daddy or a princess!"

Tommy's read: "First Day Teaching! Flight Instructor Tommy Kinard.

"Evan, you made signs for both of us?" Tommy asked, looking touched despite his earlier protests.

"Of course I did," Buck said, adjusting his phone camera. "This is a big day for two of my favorite people. Now hold them up and smile!"

Stella giggled and held up her sign proudly, while Tommy shook his head with fond exasperation but complied.

"Perfect!" Buck said, snapping more photos. "Okay, one more with all four of us."

He quickly scooped Sasha out of the playpen and they all gathered together for a family photo, first-day signs and all.

"Okay, let's give Papa hugs and kisses before he heads off to work," Buck said.

"Bye, Papa," Stella said, wrapping her arms around Tommy's legs. "I'm proud of you!"

"Aww, I'm proud of you too, peanut. I can't wait to hear all about your first day at dinner time," Tommy said, crouching down to give her a proper hug and kiss on the forehead.

They walked out to the driveway together, Buck buckling both girls into their car seats in his Jeep before pulling his husband in for one more kiss.

"You'll be amazing, babe," Buck said softly, straightening Tommy's tie one last time. "Those students are lucky to have you."

"Thanks," Tommy said, his nervousness from earlier replaced with warmth. "Take care of our girls."

"Always do," Buck replied with a smile. "Now go show your students what an incredible instructor you are."

Tommy got into his truck with a wave, and Buck watched him back out of the driveway before climbing into his Jeep. "Ready for your big day, kindergartner?"

"Ready!" Stella announced from her car seat.

A kiss on a scar for you Anon!

****

Buck knocked gently on the hospital room door, disappointed but a bit relieved when he saw Tommy was sleeping. The nurse smiled at him and gestured for him to come inside.

"You wouldn't happen to be Evan, by any chance?" she asked quietly.

Buck smiled. "I am, but I actually go by Buck."

"Well, all I've heard for the past two hours is 'My Evan is so handsome, my Evan is so smart, my Evan is so strong,'" she said with an amused grin.

"Ahh, you've got him on the good stuff, huh?" Buck chuckled.

"I mean, we definitely do, but that man is absolutely gone on you," she whispered conspiratorially.

Buck felt his cheeks flush. He knew what she was saying was true, but hearing it from an outsider still gave him butterflies.

Tommy began to stir, and his eyes fluttered open. "Hey, it's my Evan," Tommy said, a little too loudly.

"Shh, yeah, baby, it's me," Buck said softly, taking Tommy's hand.

"I told you he was handsome. Look how handsome," Tommy said to the nurse.

"He's very handsome," she agreed with a warm smile.

"His eyes are so blue, and he's got his cute little birth spot. And he's sexy too—his body is so tight and..." Tommy continued enthusiastically.

"Whoa, sweetheart, I'm gonna stop you there. We're veering into TMI," Buck interjected gently, fighting back a laugh.

"Oh, you're right. It's private," Tommy nodded solemnly, then pointed at the nurse with exaggerated secrecy. "Don't tell anyone."

"Scout's honor," she said.

"Pinky promise?" he asked, holding out his pinky with childlike seriousness.

She laughed but hooked their pinkies together. "Pinky promise."

"I'll leave you two alone, but I'll be back to check on you shortly, Tommy, so no funny business."

"Fine," Tommy pouted with an over the top groan, his disappointment making Buck stifle a laugh.

"My appendix tried to kill me, Evan," Tommy said very seriously once the two were alone.

"I know, and I'm very mad at it. How dare it try to kill my boyfriend," Buck replied.

"Dick move," Tommy agreed with a solemn nod. "Wanna see the scar?"

"Not particularly, sweetheart. We need to let it heal," Buck said, brushing Tommy's hair back from his forehead.

"But it needs your kisses to feel better," Tommy insisted, his eyes wide and pleading.

Buck looked at his drug-addled boyfriend, knowing that it would be impossible for him to tell Tommy no.

"One quick kiss on the bandage," he conceded. "Although I think kissing you on the lips would work just as well."

"Fine," Tommy said, "but once it's healed, you're giving it all the kisses. Because that's what husbands do."

Buck pulled Tommy in for a kiss that was both passionate and tender. "Husband, huh?"

"Mmm," Tommy hummed, his eyes full of certainty. "I've got plans."