Chapter 0289


    “Fay,” he says quietly. “What do you think you know about how my dad loved my mom?”This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    “| think she was his first and only love,” | say promptly, straightening my shoulders and staring at his face, wanting to see his


    reaction.


    But Daniel just nces back down at his sandwich and takes another bite, as cryptic as his dad.


    “What?” | ask, suddenly desperate to know. “Is that — is that not true?”


    Daniel just shrugs, looking at me evenly. “I think...you should ask Kent,” he says. “I don’t think it''s my story to tell.”


    And as | sit in silence, working through my feelings at this weird non-news, Daniel nods towards the clothes bag. “Should we put


    those on?” he asks, easily changing the subject as he so frequently does. “Or should we hang out in our pajamas, since we''re


    not allowed to go down until noon?”


    “Well,” | say, stretching my armsnguidly above my head. “considering that my pajamas are on the floor, and that I’m naked


    under this robe,” | say, nodding to where my warm nnel PJ''s areying in a heap where Kent tossed them, “I think I’m going to


    get changed...”


    “Oh, gross, Fay!” Daniel groans, spinning away from the sight of the pajamas and striding towards the bathroom. “I’m going in


    here for five minutes! And when |e out, | want all evidence of your evening cleaned up, and | never want to speak of it


    again!”


    And then he ms the bathroom door shut and |ugh, standing up and working to straighten up the room to better protect


    Daniel''s delicate sensibilities.


    Kent hears Fay and Daniele down the stairs just after noon and smiles a little, moving to the door, wanting to intercept them


    before they can go into the kitchen.


    He leans against the doorframe and watches the two of them as theye down the stairs, lightly holding hands. Kent smirks at


    this, thinking that he’s happy as hell that his son is gay, because if anyone else held her hand like that...


    Well. Thoughts for another day. Today is a celebration.


    “Hey, dad,” Daniel says with a smile, seeing Kent first. Fay looks up in surprise and then beams too when she sees him standing


    there, sending a little thrill through Kent’s stomach that he doesn’t let show on his face.


    “Hello,” Kent replies, standing up and nodding towards his office. “Would you twoe in here?”


    “Why?” Daniel asks, frowning as he stops at the bottom of the stairs.


    “Do you need an exnation?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow at his son that makes Fayugh a little. “Or can a father not


    request that his son join him in his study?”


    Daniel holds a hand up in a semi-sarcastic apology and the two of them follow Kent into the room. Kent leads them over to his


    desk, where a little tray is waiting with three chilled sses of champagne.


    “What''s this?” Fay asks, looking at him curiously.


    “A celebration,” Kent answers,


    handing each of them a flute and


    picking thest one u imsetfTheh,


    r ises hi so dn olds it out so


    tht Fay and Daniel can clink theirs


    against it. They oblige him, but still


    look curiously at him, which Kent


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    “And,” Daniel says, after taking a sip. “What are we celebrating?”


    “The fact,” Kent replies, looking between them, “that we’re alone.”


    “What?” Fay asks, tilting her head to


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    “What are you talking about, Dad?” Daniel asks, looking around. “Everyone’s...here.”


    “No,” Kent says, giving a little sigh of


    relief before takin anatiagr sipofhis


    chgenpaane "Wt eryone, because


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