Ramsey carried the twins inside their cramped apartment a frown creasing his forehead as he caught his husband wiping away tears. He took the kids to their room and put them down for their naps before joining Bruce on the couch.
“Honey what’s wrong?” he asked pulling Bruce into his lap.
Shaking his head Bruce leaned back pulling Ramsey’s arm around his shoulders “nothing” he murmured.
Squeezing his hand Ramsey looked into Bruce’s clear blue eyes “don’t tell me that. I know something is wrong. Tell me. Please. Let me help.”
Looking away towards the waterfall he loved to watch wishing he could hear it’s roar of rushing water. “It’s her anniversary today,” his voice was low as if he was talking to himself.
Her? Who? “Honey look at me” he requested. He hated seeing his husband like this. He’d do anything to protect Bruce from being hurt. It never ceased to amaze him how close he had come to losing him altogether because he couldn’t let go of a fantasy. When Bruce was facing him Ramsey gently held his face between his palms “please tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s been almost twenty years since she’s been gone and I miss her more now than I ever did before,” he said as a tear trickled down his nose.
“Miss who sweetheart?” Ramsey asked gently wiping the tear away.
“My mom” Bruce replied “she died without ever seeing any of her kids grow up. She’ll never get to meet the wonderful man I married or the kids we have.”
Ramsey was silent unsure what he could say or do. It had been so long since he had seen his own mother or father he forgot they were out there somewhere. He couldn’t fathom the pain Bruce must be feeling right now.
“I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!” Bruce cried burying his face in Ramsey’s shoulder.
All Ramsey knew how to do was hold him. Hold him close and let him know he wasn’t alone.