I knew I was in for a rough night. After Kevin dropped the bomb, he went up to bed. I can't believe he told met that way. I am so pissed at him for doing that. I'm fucking tired but there's no way in hell I'm getting into the same bed as him. Letting out a cough, I make my way through the kitchen and to the door right next to the fridge. I can't help but close my eyes as I flip on the light switch in the room. It still looks the same as it did six years ago. The only thing different is that we pushed the boxes to the back of the room and put a few of Gus's toys in it. This was suppose to be Justins art studio. For some reason I can't bring myself to change it. When we first moved in here he got to work right away and started painting things on the wall. Gus, Linds, Melanie, Michael, Ben, Debbie, Jenn, Molly, and myself. I remeber asking him why he would want to surround himself with our faces, our bodies. He just shrugged and smiled but later in bed he admitted we made him feel safe and loved. So they are still there as well as a huge, uncovered window. Some of the boxes still hold his stuff. Old charcoals, a few of his painting t-shirts, story boards for the then next edition of RAGE. Kevin has asked me a few times to throw that stuff away, but a part of me can't. I know I should. I know that it makes him uncomfortable. But for some reason when I go to do it, my arms won't coroporate. Once, I even caught Kevin trying to get rid of the stuff and needless to say I ended up sleeping on the couch for a week. I guess it's just comforting on some inappropriate way. I'm married and that should be enough. Grabbing the blanket off the sofa we put in there for Gus, I shut off the light, close the door and settle in for a restless night. The sound of footsteps pull me out of sleep. When I finally roll over and open my eyes, Kevin is standing in front of me holding out a cup of coffee. "Merry Christmas!" He's all smiles. Groaning, I fight myself and sit up. "Morning." "Deb called about an hour ago. She wanted to remind us to be at her house around 3." He informs me. "Wait." I say after I've had a sip of coffee. "You can't come in here and act like what you told me last night doesn't matter." "Brian I..." I take another sip of coffee. "No Kevin. I don't know how many fucking times I have to tell you, but I love you. You have the fucking ring, don't you? So why do you still feel so threatened by Justin? He's brought up everytime you want to hurt me or piss me off. Why?" He sighs and sits down next to me. "I don't know...maybe because he was as much to you as you were to him a first love. I can never compete with that." "You don't have to." I smile at him and lean in for a kiss. After we pull apart he still looks apprehensive. "What?" I almsot whisper. He wrings his hands together. "We're okay, right?" "Yeah we're okay." Standing up, he holds out his hand. "Good. Let's go grab a shower and get ready to go over Debs. If your nice you might get your present." "And if I'm naughty?" I raise an eyebrow and smirk. "Then you're definately getting it."