A Sweet Thanksgiving, Part Three, the Conclusion

Danny woke up with a crick in his neck. He straightened and sat up. Jason had rolled over and now had his back to Danny. Soft snores came from his lover. For the first time since returning to Sutter’s Bay, Jason had told him he loved him. Finally...progress.

He stretched and sniffed. A burnt smell, but what? He inhaled…crust.

Oh shit.

He shook Jason. “Jas, the pies.”

“Unh.”

He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on and ran out to the kitchen without waiting for Jason. Thankfully, no smoke billowed out from the oven. He scooped up a potholder and opened the oven. The apple pie was black on the top and the crust all along the outside of the pumpkin had also turned black.

“Ah, crap,” Jason said coming in behind him. He laughed and looked down at the apple

Danny groaned and looked at the clock. “The big grocery store is still open.”

Jason shook his head and grinned. “Um, well maybe we can eat the middle of the pies.”

He stifled a laugh. “Yeah, that might work. Are you sure you don’t just want to go back to the store?”

Jason winced. “Definitely not. I think we have plenty to eat even without the pies, don’t you?”

“Turkey, potatoes, yams, broccoli, and cranberry sauce. Yeah, that’s probably enough. Unless we burn those, too.”

“We won’t.” Jason embraced him. “I may not be the greatest cook but I can manage to make food without burning it.” He eyed the pies. “Most of the time. In my defense, someone distracted me.”

Danny threw his arms around Jason’s neck and drew his face down for a kiss. “I think maybe it was worth it.”

“Hmm. I have something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

Danny looked into his eyes. “What?”
“You think, maybe, we ought to just…” Jason shifted, looked away, his cheeks turning pink.

“Hey.” Danny kissed his jaw. “What?”

“Want to live here?” Jason blurted out.

Danny’s heart leaped. “You mean it?”

“Yeah. I know I love you. It makes sense for us to live together. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, I think. We’re practically together every night anyway.”

Jason smiled. “Good. Then, you can maybe sell your house. I’d kind of like to live here. My mom’s garden is here and I like the idea of continuing it. Is that okay?”

Danny figured his house was just a house. He didn’t care where he lived as long as Jason was with him. That’s where home was. “It’s more than okay. I love you, Jas.”

“I love you, too.” His face lit up. “Wow, it seems to get easier to say that every time.”

“That’s good to hear because I’m going to want to hear it often.” He yawned, feeling suddenly very tired. “God, I’m exhausted. And we’ve got some cooking to do in the morning.”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, let’s go to bed. Happy Thanksgiving by the way.”

Danny hugged him tight. “I have a lot to be thankful for.”