A Lavender Yuletide

to come check out our tree farm, is all," Noel said, playing with the fork between his fingers, idly shifting the carro

r successful son, with the head of the extended family, Noel's grandfather, Sir Jon Miles sitting at - of course - the head of the table. Bay had never been to a family dinner as big as this,

et a girlfriend, dad," Noel replied. "You do not know how much time my work takes me. That is exactly why I haven't been home for Chr

o come visit his colleague's tree farm? "Does Apple usually let its workers leave their jobs to visit other people's families?" a teenage brunette asked. "And Brittany, does it seem right for you to intrude when adults are conversing?" Bethany hit back at her. "I'm 17, Beth," she replied. Oops, a rude girl, pro

then noticed that his boyfriend had been silent the whole time. Immediately, every sound in the background began to seem like a blur. "Noel? Noel?" he called, tapping him on his arm. "Huh?" Noel looked at him, then soon realized he

Brett and your father?" she asked. "Not yet, but I'm sure they are on their way home," he replied. "What if the car got stuck in snow?" she worried. "Excuse me," Seth said, standing up. "I will check up on them now. Give me a sec," he c

agile man. "Then you must have a good eye for military officers, boy," Mr. Jon Miles replied. "My sons have always been scared of being victims of stray bullets. Especially this o

in snow, Gracie," he replied, while his left hand was wrapped around the guy's shoulders. "Brett had to push the car while I struggled to turn on the ignition." Oh, 'the guy's name is Brett,' Bay realized. "And the worst thing is the car's battery was down, a

they all chuckled. "That won't happen, father," Beth's dad replied with a smirk on his face. "Just saying," Jon shrugged. "I never knew you could have the strength to push a car," Seth teased Brett. "I would do anything for my father-in-law," he replied, feeling prouder than

able to shake hands with him. "Hey, James." "You shouldn't have come back though," Brittany spoke up, having all eyes on her. What did she mean? "Brittany!" Beth yelled, but Binyamin placed his pa

e a family gathering. Bay had earlier thought this was a cool household, like his, but it turned out he was wrong. No family is perfect, but Bay's family was near that record. "Gregory," Mrs. Gracie begged her husband. "She'

extreme on her for being ignorant about spectrums." Brett stood still, while Seth's worried hands held him. "I think we need to go upstairs," the latter excused them as he led them out, shooting a glare at his obnoxi

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m, but the conservative version of her. "Mom, don't bother," Noel interrupted. "He will sleep with me." No, that sounded crazy, so at the moment Bay was about to smirk, Noel corrected himself. "We'll share the same room

their workers, what they do there, the kinda software you and I work on, and how I usually gift my family members products that have not yet been released for public use," Bay

and its wooden floors were well polished and so smooth you could fall while gliding across them. Catching sight of the artificial Christmas tree that stood neglected beside the room's large bookshelf, Noel strode over to check it out. "Aww,

ow. "You have always been this cute, baby," Bay continued. "Aww, look at this," he pointed at a pic of a kid looking age seven being held on his shoulders by his mom, as they posed near what looked like an iced lake from the Disney Production's Frozen, as the wind blew hard. It was the biggest picture frame in the boo

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hanges coming, I really like your family," Bay replied, trying to lift his boyfriend's spirit. "We could just go back home," Noel suggested. "This is your home, babe," Bay responded with a slight f

bedlam has been on for a long time, then imagine how topsy-turvy it would be when we both come out. My parents would be quite shocked, and my grandfather... I really don't wanna be the cause of further disharmony in this family." He w

e Noel escaped Borealis. Intensifying by the minute, the passion from the previous day crept in. Pulling off his sweater, Bay advanced to pulling off his pants, and then his t-shirt flew away next, followed by his undershirt, l