They’re older now, greyer around the temples and deeper lines at the eyes, but they’re themselves again. And it’s OK.
"ROBERT," Aaron bellowed from the bedroom. "have you got the wrapper from the lollipop the doctor gave Seb after he had his jabs earlier?!"
Robert paused folding the laundry and glanced nonplussed up the stairs.
"Why on earth would I have kept that? Why on earth would you even want that?!" he shouted up to his husband.
"Scrapbook." Liv mumbled from the sofa, eyes trained on FIFA 20.
"SCRAPBOOK". Aaron yelled in reply.
“I’ve got a family, I can’t go to prison…”
That moment before they kiss when they just take each other in, fingers laced.
For my birthday I want to imagine the boys giggling over their wedding album together in their silly husband socks.