Part 75

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I woke at three in the recliner and debated going upstairs. I hadn't made up my mind fully when the door opened and Brian walked in. He looked like death warmed over and I wondered where he'd been all night. My mind slipped back to other nights of him coming in all disheveled and reeking of alcohol and I instantly thought of his tricking.

But tonight something was different. Brian was different. His eyes were puffy and red and I would've sworn he'd been crying. But Brian didn't cry, crying is for lesbians. He stepped into the room and looked at me with such fear in his eyes and I knew. I just knew.

He crossed the room so slowly that I wondered if he was really moving or if I was hallucinating. He sank to the floor at my feet and buried his head in my lap. I could hear the soft sobs that escaped him and I clung to him for everything I was worth.

I loved this man so much in that moment. His sobs consumed him and for some reason that soothed my tortured soul. It was like I wasn't going through this all alone anymore. He felt what I felt and I wasn't alone.

I let him cry until there was nothing left and I held him. He looked up at me and I smiled sadly down at him. Before either of us knew it we were locked in an embrace. Our bodies and souls melding together again. It had been so long since we'd been intimate and I found myself craving his touch.

His lips found mine and he pressed for entrance with his tongue. God the feel of his arms around me once more was intoxicating. I clung to him. I ripped at his shirt and tore it off. I needed to feel him. I needed his skin on mine.

I ran my hands up and down his back feeling the muscles and my cock grew harder. There was something about Brian that made me feel more alive than I ever have before. He pulled me down to the floor and I slid under him wrapping my legs around his so that our hips touched and I could feel the hardness of him.

Even at his advanced age, Brian was still the most handsome man I've ever known. I've never wanted anyone as much as him in my life.

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Justin beneath me was like heaven. His skin soft and silky; his body and cock hard. God I got off on his desire for me. He knew just what to do to bring me over the edge.

I held him close, closer than most nights. I needed to feel connected to him again. I needed to feel alive. When he wrapped his legs around me and ground his hips into mine I thought I'd fucking cum right then.

I stared down into his beautiful baby blues and saw love behind the sadness. Leaning in I kissed him softly as I entered him. He moaned into the kiss and that was it, I was lost. I was lost in the feel of his body beneath mine, moving to meet my every thrust. I was lost in his moans and the way he held onto me as if afraid I would disappear if he let go.

His eyes held mine and our fingers interlaced just like old times. It felt so good to be home. We rode wave after wave of pleasure together and hit our peak together.

"I love you, Justin. I love you."

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I heard them and I knew that dad had found his way back. He always did somehow. It was as if Daddy were a guiding light or something. They always found their way back to one another. I was so happy for that.

I waited until I knew they were asleep and tiptoed down the stairs. I stood just outside of the doorway and smiled at them curled up on the floor under a blanket.

Daddy's head was on Dad's chest and Dad's arms wrapped tightly around him. The way they were meant to be. I silently thanked God for an answered prayer and headed back up to my room. I slid back in next to Dylan and he pulled me close.

"Where'd you go?" he whispered.

"I just had to make sure of something."

"Your dads?"

"Yeah, looks like they found their way back to one another."

"I know you've been worried about them, now you can just rest and relax."

"Rest? Are you kidding me? We're getting married in three days, I can't relax now."

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We walked our daughter down the aisle and handed her over to Dylan. I wasn't ready to let her go, but Brian made it easier. Still he had to basically pry her hand out of mine. I sat in that front row and watched as she pledged her love to this young man who'd been through hell with her and I was so proud of her.

I thought about my wedding to Brian and how happy I'd been that day and I could only wish her as much happiness as Brian has brought into my life. I thought about the night we reconnected.

He'd come into the house looking so sad and instinct took over and we made love. It was if our bodies needed to rediscover one another in order for our hearts to heal.

The last few months had been really hard on me, my heart was broken, my emotions raw. What I didn't realize, so was Brian's. I could only feel my pain and I lashed out at him. It never even occured to me that he could be hurting just as badly.

The morning after we'd made love, we woke in each other's arms and it felt good again. After breakfast we just sat and talked. For the first time since that day in the doctor's office I understood that Brian was losing his daughter as well and that my not letting him in nearly destroyed us.

I'd never thought of my partner as the type of man to let himself be destroyed by life. He'd always been the strongest person I've known. He'd never let anything take over his life like Sascha's illness. And I blamed him.

I blamed him and not the cancer. I lost sight of what we shared. Listening to him talk about what he had been feeling those few months was excruciating. I had no idea the kind of hurt he'd kept bottled up inside because he thought I needed him to be strong for me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the applause and I looked up to see my daughter kiss her new husband. Brian squeezed my hand and I smiled up at him, thankful that he was by my side once again.

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I watched our daughter float around that dance floor in her husband's arms and knew that she'd found what she'd been searching for all her life. What she had with Dylan was real and the last few months of her life would be lived out in joy and happiness and I was grateful for that.

They were so in love and it reminded me of another couple many years ago. I thought about Justin on our wedding day and I smiled. He looked so beautiful in his suit, standing under that damn streetlight. My train of thought was broken by the familiar strains of "Save the Last Dance" and Justin's hand reaching for mine.

During that dance I thought about what it had taken for us to even get to this place in our lives. I knew he blamed me for Sascha's illness and the short amount of time she had left. Frankly I blamed myself. We'd gone weeks, months even without speaking and time was running out.

The night that Emmett found me at Babylon had been the turning point. I'd realized that I loved Justin and that I needed his support more than ever. I couldn't lose my daughter and my partner all at the same time.

We made love, I mean really made love. He held me and caressed me and I loved him. And then we woke and talked things over.

He didn't know how I was feeling, or that I longed to be there for him but was afraid he hated me. And he did. Well as much as he could anyway. I mean I'm not easy to hate. But for the first time in years we just told each other how we felt and we held nothing back.

Then it was Sascha's big day and we wanted to make it as special as possible. Our dance ended too soon and it was almost time for our little girl to leave for her honeymoon. But not without a toast from dear old Dad.

"Can I have everyone's attention please. As you all know, another of our daughters has found someone who meets our standards and Justin and I have allowed him to marry her. To be honest when Sascha first brought up the fact that she loved Dylan, I didn't approve. Not because I didn't like Dylan, but because no one is good enough for our Sascha. Needless to say, he grew on me. This is a marriage I know will survive. I know this because all the times that Life has thrown you two another hurdle, you've faced it with grace, dignity and a vast amount of love."

"Dylan, you've been there through the good times and the bad and you haven't let her down yet. Welcome to the family. Sascha, Justin and I are so proud of you. You are the bravest person we know and you've made our lives so much brighter. We love you and wish you only happiness and joy."

I could see her tears and feel my own threatening to fall so I quickly finished. "We wanted to do something special for the both of you so we talked it over and decided on a honeymoon trip to Barbados. Tonight you have the bridal suite at The Sheraton here in town and tomorrow a private plane will fly you both to your very own beach hut where you will spend twelve glorious days in paradise. Go and enjoy your life together. We love you both."

Within the hour Justin and I were standing, hand in hand, his head resting against my chest, watching our daughter drive away. With one final turn she waved goodbye to us. Little did we know it was going to be one of the last times we would see her so full of life.

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