[Una had claimed Essek as one of her own the moment Caleb had brought him home for the first time. Caleb's father had as well, even if his manner was slightly less overt with affection than Una's was. Caleb, however, at least where Essek was concerned, took after his mother. Especially since that first kiss on that sun-soaked afternoon in the shade of their favorite tree, well, physical contact was a part of how he communicated affection. So Essek was target of much of that.
The redhead smiled at the assurance that they would share a bed tonight. Good. That was where he wanted to be, curled up together with Essek so that he could feel the gentle rise and fall of each breath.
Caleb took the next package with the same care in unwrapping it, finding himself looking at the book in undisguised awe. It was beautiful, in craftsmanship alone. When he opened it and found that little nameplate though, his heart flipped over itself in his chest before he looked up at Essek once more as the other boy explained.]
I love it. I love everything about it. [He set the book down carefully, reverently, and more or less tackled Essek back to the bed, arms around him.]
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The redhead smiled at the assurance that they would share a bed tonight. Good. That was where he wanted to be, curled up together with Essek so that he could feel the gentle rise and fall of each breath.
Caleb took the next package with the same care in unwrapping it, finding himself looking at the book in undisguised awe. It was beautiful, in craftsmanship alone. When he opened it and found that little nameplate though, his heart flipped over itself in his chest before he looked up at Essek once more as the other boy explained.]
I love it. I love everything about it. [He set the book down carefully, reverently, and more or less tackled Essek back to the bed, arms around him.]