Lechance

( Letter sent to Charles )

Sunday at last. The week had lasted forever, days stretching out, Paul's only full time that which he spent with his patients or his papers. Elspeth and Harry had moved out, and his house sat waiting, as he was waiting, for James to come and fill it with his energy, his music, and his warmth.

The contract had been finalized, signed, and witnessed, and Paul wasn't even trying to hide the pride in his expression as he fastened the slim band around James' wrist, lifting his hand to kiss the place the band rested before offering his own for James to seal the union.