"That may or may not be what I'm telling you," he answers, widening his eyes innocently and batting his lashses before shaking his head with a laugh. "But if decorating the tree with you is the most difficult job I take on as a husband, I suppose I can't complain." Being a husband is easy, really, at least being Joel's husband is. Nothing had really changed between them anyway, other than the fact that they both wear rings on their fingers now and that legally, their ownership of anything material is split in half. Some people worry about that, he knows, worry about their finances and draw up a pre-nup--just as a precaution, they say, in case anything goes wrong--but that particular thought has never crossed Spencer's mind.
Joel doesn't love him for his money. If that's the kind of man Joel was, there are a great number of others he could have set his sights on in this town. It's part of why Spencer has always been so quiet about his moderate wealth, he hadn't ever wanted to have to question anyone's motivations for being kind to him--and the fact that there are so many people who are just that to him now without any ulterior intentions manages to slightly restore Spencer's hope for seeing the good in people. Joel had never made him question much of anything except for his own worth, if only because he'd been so sure at first that Joel couldn't possibly return his feelings because things like relationships and falling in love were never meant to have happened to Spencer.
But his husband is good, of this he can be more sure about than anything. Spencer still isn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve someone like this, someone with a heart as big as Joel's, someone who'd been willing to give all of himself to Spencer, who'd never known what being in love was like before this. Years and years of reading and having to listen to Dane moon over some new girlfriend or another couldn't have prepared him for this. He has a good life now, a happy one, a life that involves smiling on a regular basis and decorating Christmas trees and going to bed every night with the man he'd married--and their baby. God, their baby.
Spencer watches Joel turn the ornament over and feels his chest tighten, thinking of how much more incredible their lives are going to be this time next year with a child just a few months old squirming in their arms as they attempt to do this again. He thinks of when their baby will be a toddler, inevitably breaking an ornament here and there while one of them lectures without much heart behind it and the other sweeps it up with the ghost of a smile. They have so much to live for, so many memories to make, and Spencer can see it so vividly, almost as if he might be able to reach out and touch it. He reaches for his husband instead, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist and gently pulling him closer to let their lips meet for a soft kiss.
"Every year," he murmurs, their lips still brushing and his nose nudging against Joel's as he nods, "for the rest of our lives. You and I will be here, together. That's how we were always meant to be."
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Joel doesn't love him for his money. If that's the kind of man Joel was, there are a great number of others he could have set his sights on in this town. It's part of why Spencer has always been so quiet about his moderate wealth, he hadn't ever wanted to have to question anyone's motivations for being kind to him--and the fact that there are so many people who are just that to him now without any ulterior intentions manages to slightly restore Spencer's hope for seeing the good in people. Joel had never made him question much of anything except for his own worth, if only because he'd been so sure at first that Joel couldn't possibly return his feelings because things like relationships and falling in love were never meant to have happened to Spencer.
But his husband is good, of this he can be more sure about than anything. Spencer still isn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve someone like this, someone with a heart as big as Joel's, someone who'd been willing to give all of himself to Spencer, who'd never known what being in love was like before this. Years and years of reading and having to listen to Dane moon over some new girlfriend or another couldn't have prepared him for this. He has a good life now, a happy one, a life that involves smiling on a regular basis and decorating Christmas trees and going to bed every night with the man he'd married--and their baby. God, their baby.
Spencer watches Joel turn the ornament over and feels his chest tighten, thinking of how much more incredible their lives are going to be this time next year with a child just a few months old squirming in their arms as they attempt to do this again. He thinks of when their baby will be a toddler, inevitably breaking an ornament here and there while one of them lectures without much heart behind it and the other sweeps it up with the ghost of a smile. They have so much to live for, so many memories to make, and Spencer can see it so vividly, almost as if he might be able to reach out and touch it. He reaches for his husband instead, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist and gently pulling him closer to let their lips meet for a soft kiss.
"Every year," he murmurs, their lips still brushing and his nose nudging against Joel's as he nods, "for the rest of our lives. You and I will be here, together. That's how we were always meant to be."