“I suppose that will work,” Watts decided, leaning down for a quick kiss. “For the journey,” he explained. Yes, the incredibly long journey from the living room couch to the dining room.

He eased himself up off of the couch and over to the dining room table, where he picked up the parcel wrapped in plain brown paper.

Coming back into the living room, he settled himself once more on Steven’s lap and grinned down at him.

“Miss me?” he asked, grinning.