Disclaimer: I don't own Your Song or know the boys/their families.

Note: So for the life of me I can't remember Emmett's fiancé's name, so I've made one up for the time being. Sorry so long! I'm trying to compensate for less chapters by having longer chapters. Please keep reviewing.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

"Damian? Mum called and told me what happened. Are you okay?"

"Yes, Emmett," Damian smiled as he talked to his brother the next morning.

"God, I'm so sorry. I knew Dad was hot-headed, but still…" Emmett let out a low whistle. "I never thought he'd disown you."

"You…are you…okay with my…you know," Damian blushed, kicking his feet against the end of the bed, unsure of how his brother would react to his homosexuality.

"I was shocked, to be perfectly honest, but you're my baby brother, so yes, I'm okay with it. I mean, I'm okay with it in general, but you know, you're my brother, so it's even more okay. Know what I mean?" Emmett sighed. "Look, as long as you're happy, I don't care who you're with. So that's why I'm offering you a place in Jane and my apartment."

Damian's face lit up. "Really?" He gripped the phone excitedly. "You mean that?"

"I talked to Jane about it. Her uncle is gay, so she's fine with it, and she feels so bad about what happened with Dad. Alright, listen up. Jane will come by around one o'clock to bring you here. I've already let Mum know that you'll be with us. I'm going to call Gemma and let her know, too. She was worried about you."

Damian choked back a sob. "Thanks so much, Emmett. You're the best brother ever."

He rushed around and got ready to go, quickly sending Cameron a Facebook message saying where he was going and that things were looking up a little bit. Promptly at one o'clock, he saw Jane pull into the hotel's driveway, and he ran up to her.

"Hullo, Damian," she greeted him with a warm hug. "I'm sorry to hear about what happened with your father. But please do know that we're happy to have you around, if you don't mind the apartment being strewn with wedding plans!"

"Not at all," Damian smiled. "I can help you, if you want."

"That would be great, actually," she helped him put his suitcase in the back of her car, opening the door for him. "Oh, right, we're still looking for a singer or a band. Do you know of anyone who would be good?"

Damian broke into an ear-to-ear grin. "My boyfriend," he said proudly. "He's a music therapist, and he's studying music in school. He's really quite good. I have some songs of his on a disc that I could play for you. He'd be glad to do it, and for free at that."

"Fantastic!" Jane pulled out of the driveway and headed for her apartment. "Emmett and I will have a listen and let you know. So, tell me about this boyfriend of yours. No need to worry; my uncle is gay and my family still remains close to him and his partner."

"His name is Cameron," Damian said. "Blonde messy hair, blue eyes. He wears glasses and he's fairly tall and lean. He can play guitar, and he writes his own songs. He has two sisters, both older, and is a Christian. We've been dating for six months. He's the most wonderful person I have ever met."

"Do his parents know about the two of you?" Jane glanced over at Damian, and she couldn't help but to smile at his grin and dreamy look.

"Yes," Damian said. "They're fine with it, which was to be expected."

"Well, once you get settled in, you're free to call him or whatever," Jane said. "I have a dress fitting with my bridesmaids, so I'll be taking off for the rest of the afternoon. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Damian said. "I'll leave Cameron's CD out for you to take a listen."

"That would be great," she turned into the parking lot of their apartment complex. "Well, here we are. It's not much, but until we get enough money to get an actual house…"

"As long as I have a roof over my head and a place to sleep at night, I'm fine," Damian hopped out of the car, grabbing his suitcase out of the back.

"Yes, about that," she started walking towards the building. "See, we only have one bedroom, so I'm afraid you'll be camping out on the futon in the living room."

"Okay," he nodded, lugging his bag to the elevator. "At least you have a lift in this building," he heaved a sigh of relief. "What floor are we on?"

"Fifth," she pressed the button. "Emmett ran out to buy food and make you a key, but he'll be back in an hour or so. Oh, and your mum called; please call her back."

"Got it," Damian followed her down the hall to the apartment. "It's nice," he surveyed the living room area. "So is this my bed?" He pointed towards the blue futon.

"Yes," she went into the kitchen and wrote something down on a notepad. "Alright. Here's my cell phone number. Call me if you need anything. I'll be back in time for supper," she hustled back out the door for her appointment. Damian sighed and slid his suitcase into a corner of the room. He explored the apartment, noting where the bathroom was and peering into Emmett and Jane's bedroom, which was smaller than he'd thought. He picked up the phone and dialed his home number, hoping his father wouldn't answer.

"Hullo? Damian, is that you?"

He breathed in relief. "Yes, Mum. It's me. I just got to Emmett's."

"Oh, good," she sounded relieved. "I'm so glad they took you in. Have you told Cameron what's happened, or do you not want to worry him?"

Damian cleared his throat. "I told him last night. He was worried, but I assured him that I would have a home to stay in. He wanted to come out here, but I told him not until things calm down a little."

"It sounds as if he really cares about you."

"He does," Damian smiled. "Jane told me they're still looking for a singer for the wedding. I suggested Cameron to them. She said they'd have a listen. I hope they say yes. I'd love for him to come over here and see Ireland, and to meet you guys."

"I'd like to meet him, yes," Joanne said. "He sounds like a lovely person."

"He is," Damian said. He yawned. "I'm rather tired. I might take a nap before Emmett comes back and I help him with supper. I'll talk to you soon, Mum."

"I love you," she said.

"Love you, too." He hung up and grabbed his laptop from his bag, plugging it in and logging into Facebook, where Cameron had posted half a dozen good-luck wishes and loving thoughts. He wasn't online, so Damian sent him a message saying that he'd arrived okay, and that he'd talk to him later. He remembered the CD, so he took it out of where he'd thrown it into his suitcase as he was packing and put it on the coffee table. He dozed for a while before being awakened to Emmett coming in.

"Damo," he smiled, putting the groceries on the counter quickly before hugging his younger brother. "Hey."

"Emmett," Damian murmured; it had been some time since he'd seen him.

"Let me look at you," Emmett stepped back. "Looking more like me every day."

"Oh, you," Damian laughed. "Let me help you put this stuff away."

"So, tell me about the boyfriend," Emmett opened the fridge and put the cold items away.

"His name is Cameron," Damian licked his lips as he saw that Emmett had gotten his favorite brand of cookie. "He's a year older than me, so he's in his first year of University right now. He's blonde and has blue eyes, but his are lighter than mine."

"Hmm," Emmett nodded as he leaned against the counter. "Any talents?"

"He's a fantastic singer," Damian said proudly. "And Jane said you guys were looking for a wedding singer…mind if you…you know…checked him out?"

"Sure, anything for my little brother. On one condition though: you make your famous beef stew tomorrow night."

"Deal," Damian shook on it. "Oh, is this mine?" He pointed to the key on the counter.

"Yeah, go ahead, take it," Emmett gestured. Damian pocketed it. "I really hate that Dad kicked you out," he said. "It was just uncalled for. Sure, we weren't expecting you to say that to us, but it's still no excuse."

"He said 'I only have one son, and his name is Emmett'," Damian said sadly. "So basically, I'm dead or nonexistent in his eyes."

"What?" Emmett stood up straight. "He actually said that to you? That-" He let out a string of curses in Gaelic, and Damian flinched. "I'm sorry, Damo. But that man has no respect if he throws his own son out into the street and disowns him just because he doesn't like the lifestyle that his son lives."

"At least Mummy still loves me," Damian's eyes darkened.

"And me, and Jane, and Gemma," Emmett said. "And Cameron," he added. They chatted for a couple more hours until Jane came home.

"Supper will be ready soon," Emmett told her. "Why don't we have a listen to this boyfriend of Damian's while we wait for it to finish?"

"Sure," she put her coat and purse down. "Why don't you put it in the stereo, Damian?"

"Of course," he leapt up and did so, closing his eyes and letting Cameron's voice wash over him, immediately putting on his favorite song.

"Not bad," Emmett said approvingly. "Not bad at all."

"Not bad?" Jane swatted him. "He's great! And he writes his own songs, you said?"

"Yep," Damian looked proud of his boyfriend.

"We'd love to hire him, wouldn't we?" She looked over at Emmett.

"Hmmm," Emmett stroked his chin.

"Oh please?" Damian clasped his hands. "Please?"

"Oh all right," Emmett laughed. "Tell Cameron that he's hired. We'll pay for his airfare, and he can stay here with us, on the condition that you two don't have sex in this house."

"We're saving that for if we ever get married," Damian told him. "So you don't have to worry about that. But thank you so much! I'll Skype him after supper." Damian scarfed down the meal and then excused himself to his pseudo-room, where he logged onto Skype and called Cameron. "Cameron!"

"Damian! I got your messages. How is it at Emmett's?"

"Nice," Damian said truthfully. "He and Jane just went for a walk to pick something up at the store. But hey! I have some very exciting news for you!"

"Well, don't you look happy! Go on, tell me."

"So Jane told me today that they have nearly everything they need for the wedding, except a singer, and she asked if I knew anyone good, so naturally I suggested you."

"Oh, you," Cameron blushed. "What did she say?"

"So I gave her your CD to listen to, and she and Emmett did just a little while ago, and they said they'd love to hire you to sing at their wedding this winter!"

"What?" Cameron nearly fell off his bed. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!" Damian bounced on the sofa. "Emmett said you can stay here! They'll pay for your airfare and everything!"

"Wow, I…" Cameron ran his hands through his hair. "My first real gig?"

"Yep!" Damian giggled. "Oh, how they want to meet you! You wouldn't get paid much, but you'd get to see me, and you'd get free lodgings, at that. All you need to do is say yes!" He looked at Cameron hopefully, pulling out the puppy dog eyes for good measure. "It's on December 27, so you'll be on break. Oh please, please, please?"

"Well…I…yes!" Cameron sputtered. "I'd love to!"

"You're wonderful, you know that?" Damian gazed in wonder at his man. "You're a godsend, I swear. They'll be so happy! Oh, wait, I think they're coming home. Thank you so much! I love you!"

"Love you, too," Cameron smiled, logging off.

"Cameron said he'd love to be your wedding singer," Damian broke into a grin. "What's that?" He tried to look around Emmett, who was holding something behind his back.

"We felt so bad about what happened with Dad, so we got you this," Emmett presented him with a small round cake that said "We love you, Damian" on it.

"Ohh," Damian took it appreciatively. "This is so nice of you guys. And it's vanilla, my favorite. Cameron likes red velvet cake…" he said fondly.

"So he said he'd do it?" Jane smiled. "That's wonderful! I can't wait to meet him."
"Me, either," Emmett said. "Well, why don't we cut into this cake?" Damian couldn't help but to break into a wide grin as his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law chatted in a lively manner, sharing cake and watching a television program together before going to bed. Damian settled himself on the futon, hugging his teddy bear to his chest and trying to recall Cameron's scent, anxiously waiting for the day that he'd see him again.

December 26

Damian bounced on his toes, waiting for Cameron to arrive. He was waiting in the baggage claim area, at the bottom of the escalator, nervously looking around for that flash of blonde hair. Cameron had texted him five minutes ago saying he'd just landed and would be downstairs as soon as he could. Finally, he spotted him. "Cameron!"

Cameron searched the crowd for a moment. "Damian!" He hurried down the last few steps of the escalator, running over to his boyfriend and immediately planting a kiss on his lips in full view of everyone. "God, I've missed you."

"Missed you too," Damian mumbled against Cameron's neck, breathing in the scent that he'd long missed; a bit earthy and musty, but comforting nonetheless.

"I'm assuming you're Cameron," Jane laughed, having given the boys their space. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Jane."

"Hey," Cameron shook her hand.

"Emmett's got the car waiting, so we'll just grab your bags and head to the apartment, eh? You're probably exhausted," Jane said as they walked towards the baggage claim.

"Quite tired," Cameron stifled a yawn. "But I managed to sleep a little on the plane." He slipped his hand into Damian's, and Damian instantly relaxed; it was as warm and comforting and familiar as he'd remembered. "There's my bag," he pointed to it as it came around the conveyor belt. "And my guitar," he plucked it up as Damian wrestled his suitcase off the belt and to the ground.

"Let's go!" Jane chirped and led them to where Emmett was waiting.

"Ah, so this is the famed Cameron that my little brother won't shut the bloody hell up about," Emmett laughed. "Hullo, I'm Emmett."

"Hey," Cameron waved as he slid into the backseat of the car. "I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate you letting me sing at your wedding. This is my first real gig, and I'm so thrilled to be doing it abroad. Let me know if you have anything in particular you want me to play tomorrow, anything at all. I mean, you sent me your first dance song ahead of time, but if there's anything else…"

"He's so polite," Jane smiled at Damian. "And he's very handsome."

"Just one of the many reasons why I love him," Damian allowed Cameron to put his arm around him. He rested his head on Cameron's shoulder, loving the way Cameron's chest rose and fell against him and how Cameron's breath tickled his forehead.

"Wow, Ireland is beautiful," Cameron said as he looked out the window. "Yeah, I definitely wouldn't mind living here one day, or touring here."

"I'm so nervous about tomorrow," Damian mumbled. "Not because I'm the Best Man, but because I have to face my father for the first time since June, and you're my date and all…oh God," he moaned.

"Hey," Cameron stroked Damian's cheek tenderly. "Hey, it'll be okay." He leaned down and kissed Damian's temple.

"Damo? I'm not sure if Dad's coming after all," Emmett admitted. "He knows that you're my Best Man, and he's not happy about it, nor is he happy that we hired your boyfriend to be the singer. He said it would be an icy day in Hell before he watched, and I quote here, 'those two faggots be together in public and spread their perversions among children and upon a sacred event such as a wedding.' I didn't want to upset you…"

Damian closed his eyes and began to cry softly. "Don't cry, baby," Cameron held him tight. "You're better than him, okay? You don't need him. You just need us. Me, and Emmett, and Jane, and your sister Gemma, and your Mom, and my family, too."

"I just want him to love me again," Damian sniffled. Cameron didn't know what to say; after all, his family had been perfectly accepting of him. He couldn't imagine what Damian must've been feeling and holding back inside for these past six months, and how a father could possibly consider his own son to be dead—and at will. He just rubbed Damian's back in slow circles, trying to comfort him as best he possibly could.

That night, Damian and Cameron lay on the futon, Cameron's arms circling the smaller boy, bringing him close. "Words are escaping me right now," Cameron whispered. "I have no idea what to say to make you feel better. And yet…I have all the words in my heart to express how much I love and care about you." He stroked Damian's arm. "You know," he kissed Damian's shoulder, "our one-year anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I'll be here for it." Damian remained silent, eyes shining with tears. "It's okay; you don't want to talk. Just get some sleep, okay? You have a big day tomorrow." He leaned over to kiss Damian's lips. "Sweet dreams," he murmured.

Hours later, Cameron awoke to the sounds of Emmett making coffee. "Good morning," he said softly, as Damian was still asleep. Cameron smiled and looked down. Damian was snuggled against him, his face nearly in Cameron's chest. Cameron had seen Damian sleeping once or twice when they'd watched a movie and Damian had nodded off, but something about this was just so pure and innocent and beautiful, and Cameron wished he could wake up to see this sight every morning for as long as he lived. "Wake up, darling," he nudged the brunette gently. "You've got to go get ready."

"Mmm," Damian mumbled. His blue-green eyes fluttered open. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Cameron kissed him on the forehead. "Why don't you go shower before me, okay? I need coffee."

"Okay," Damian slid to the end of the makeshift bed and stretched before getting up and shuffling off to the bathroom.

"Did you sleep alright?" Emmett asked Cameron as the blonde fumbled for his glasses.

"Yes, just fine, thank you," Cameron joined up in the kitchen. "Oh God, I need coffee."

"I know how that is," Emmett laughed. "Although I probably shouldn't today. I'm so jumpy as it is!"

"Relax, you'll be fine," Cameron poured himself a cup, adding one packet of cream and one packet of sugar. "Yeah, I can really see the family resemblance between you and Damian."

"Mmhmm," Emmett sipped his coffee. "Damian really loves you, you know. I've never heard him talk about anyone the way he talks about you. His whole face just lights up and he becomes so animated, sometimes I swear he's a Disney character!"

Cameron chuckled. "He's an amazing person. I love him so much."

"Good, because if you hurt him, I'd be inclined to go to Texas and deck you," Emmett threatened loosely. "He's my little brother, and I'm very protective of him."

"That he is," Damian laughed, coming out of the bathroom in his robe, his hair still wet.

"I'm just going to eat a quick bite before I get dressed, because Lord knows I'll just get crumbs all over my tux and Jane will have a fit."

"Where is she, anyway?" Cameron looked around.

"She went to go get ready with her bridesmaids and her mum," Emmett explained. "It's bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day, anyway. Eat quickly, brother. We have to get to the church by eleven."

"I'll just head to the shower," Cameron hopped off the kitchen stool and went to the bathroom to get ready.

"I like this boy," Emmett told Damian as Damian shoved a piece of toast with peanut butter on it in his mouth. "I don't think he has the capacity to break a heart."

"Unlike me," Damian mumbled around his toast.

"Hey, that was different," Emmett said sharply. "Jenna was a right bitch."

"'m gonna get dressed," Damian shuffled towards Emmett's bedroom, wanting to avoid the topic of Jenna on such a happy day. He quickly put his tux on and slicked his hair with gel (something that drove Cameron nuts, but he couldn't help but to do) and waited for Emmett to approve. Once he got the nod, he sat gingerly on the sofa and waited. His breath hitched when he caught sight of Cameron in his tuxedo. "Cam…"

"What? Oh, you like it?" Cameron spun around.

"You look fantastic," Damian managed to say.

"So do you," Cameron smiled. "But really, the hair gel…"

"Sorry," Damian blushed.

"We ready?" Emmett asked them. They nodded. "Let's go!" Cameron grabbed his guitar and allowed Damian to walk in front of him.

"Damian!" A woman ran up to him as they got to the chapel.

His eyes lit up. "Gemma!" She wrapped him in a big hug. "I've missed you, Gem."

"I've missed you too, brother," she began to cry a bit. "It's been far too long."

"Gemma, this is my boyfriend, Cameron," Damian introduced him.

"Pleased to meet you," Cameron said politely.

"Oh, he is handsome," Gemma said to her brother. "Good choice, dear. Mum's been talking about you nonstop; she's over there." She waved their mother over.

"Damian," she rushed forward. "Oh, my darling," she hugged him tightly. "Oh, I've missed you so much! The house is nothing without you. Your father…" she wiped the tears off her cheeks. "Well, never mind him right now. How are you?"

"Pretty darn good," Damian smiled. "Mum, I want you to meet someone very special."

"Is this him?" She looked at Cameron. Damian nodded. "Oh, Cameron! It's so nice to finally meet you. You're even more handsome than in your picture!"

"I can see where Damian gets his good looks from," he said.

She laughed. "Yes, you two do make a rather cute couple. Now, let's head into the church, shall we? Well, you and I anyway, Cameron. Honestly, Emmett, your tie…" She hurriedly fixed his tie.

"Mum, leave it!" Emmett swatted her away.

"Sorry. It's a mother's intuition," she apologized.

Cameron smirked. "My mom does the same to me all the time."

"I like this boy," Joanne proclaimed. "Yes, well, come with me, Cameron." She showed him into the chapel.

"And now I'm nervous," Emmett fidgeted with his tie.

"It'll be fine," Damian reassured him. "Jane loves you."

"I can't believe how much of a nice young man you've turned out to be," Gemma put an arm around her younger brother. "You've grown up before my eyes, and I couldn't be prouder. Just know that I fully support you and your boyfriend."

"Thanks, Gem," he said appreciatively. He headed inside, taking his place next to Emmett at the altar. He saw Cameron sitting towards the back and broke into a wide grin. He hoped that someday Cameron could be standing up there beside him and they could too be joined in holy matrimony. "I love you," Cameron mouthed to him.

"Love you, too," Damian mouthed back, turning red with pride and happiness. The wedding went off without a hitch and Damian didn't drop the rings as he handed them over. He beamed as his brother kissed his new sister-in-law and walked down the aisle with her, finally married. Before he knew it, he was at the reception hall. He stood in the receiving line, itching to go talk to Cameron. As soon as he'd greeted the last guest, he bolted over to where Cameron was setting up and tuning his guitar. "Hi!"

"Hey baby," Cameron said, plucking the strings to see if they were right. "Got any requests for me?"

"Love Can Wait," Damian said immediately. "It's the first song I fell in love with."

"Got it," Cameron wrote it down in his requests log. "Your family seems so nice. A few of your aunts and family friends asked if I was a friend of the bride or groom, and I said 'I'm the groom's brother's boyfriend'. They didn't seem to mind."

"Whew," Damian let out a sigh of relief. "So Dad's the only one with the issue…"

"Seems like it," Cameron shrugged. "Hey, you want to introduce me?"

"Sure!" Damian bounced a little. "When?"

"After the meal, of course," Cameron rolled his eyes a little. "I'm just getting tuned up right now. I'll let you know when, okay?"

"Okay," Damian went off to talk to some family.

"Is that your boyfriend?" One aunt asked.

"Yes," Damian smiled. "Cameron. He's from Texas."

"He's handsome. I know my brother doesn't want me to, but I support you."

"Thanks, Aunt Christine," Damian nodded.

"We all do," a cousin spoke up. "As long as you're happy, Damian."

"I feel so lucky," he told them, "to have the support that I do. I mean, yes, my father disowned me, but it's nice to know that I have your support." He sat down at supper, Cameron sliding in next to him, putting his hand on Damian's knee. After eating, Cameron gently squeezed Damian's hand before heading to the stage. He nodded at Damian, who jumped up and took his cue. "Good evening, everyone," he said. "I'd like to introduce tonight's entertainment. He's studying music theory at a University in Dallas, Texas and wants to become a music therapist. This is his first real job, so please give a warm welcome to my…my boyfriend, Cameron Mitchell." The crowed applauded politely and Cameron took the microphone from Damian.

"Hey," he said. "I'll be taking requests all night, but this first one was requested by the Best Man." He strummed the opening chords of Love Can Wait, and Damian broke into a smile. He walked over to his mum.

"He has a wonderful voice," she said kindly. "And he wrote this song?"

"Yep," Damian said. "He writes all his own songs, but he does some covers, too. This was one of the first songs I heard of his, and it was one of my early favorites."

"I love him so much, Mum," he said suddenly. "I can't describe the feeling inside of me when he's around. I just wish Dad could love me again. I wish he could be here. I feel absolutely horrible, like I caused him not to come to his own son's wedding."

"Don't feel horrible, love," she pulled him close. "It's not your fault at all."

"Our anniversary is coming up," Damian murmured. "Mine and Cameron's. In a couple of weeks, we'll have been together for a year."

"That's wonderful," she kissed the top of his head. "I'm so proud of you for being who you really are and not being afraid to admit that he and you are together."

Jane and Emmett's first dance song ended up being Your Song, and Damian beamed as he looked up at his boyfriend performing onstage, eyes shining. Cameron took a break afterwards and hopped down to talk to Damian. "How am I doing?"

"They love you," Damian said reverently. "Mum absolutely adores you."

"I'm glad," Cameron ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. "Wait 'til you hear another cover I've been working on. I'm dedicating it to you."
Damian flushed a brilliant shade of red. "Really?"

"Really," Cameron pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He climbed back onstage. "Hey, everyone. So this next song goes out to a very special person," he looked directly into Damian's eyes. "My boyfriend. I love you." It took Damian a few moments to place the song, but he realized it as a song from the movie Armageddon, which he and Cameron had watched late one night. "I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure…" Tears of happiness pooled in Damian's eyes, and without realizing it, he was crying in full view of everyone, not caring in the slightest as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. He knew in that moment that Cameron truly did love him, and always would.

January 12

Damian awoke to the smell of chocolate-chip pancakes cooking. His stomach rumbling, he wandered into the kitchen to find Cameron sliding a fresh plate of pancakes in front of him. "Happy Anniversary," he kissed Damian on the cheek. "I made you breakfast."

"It smells delicious," Damian reached for the syrup. "Wow, just for me?"

"Of course," Cameron smiled, making himself a batch of blueberry pancakes. "I wanted to do something special for you. Go on, eat up." Damian took a bite.

"Yum!" He eagerly dug in. "You didn't tell me you could cook!"

"Pancakes are one of the only things I can successfully make," he laughed. "And I know they're one of your favorite breakfast foods, so…"

"You're wonderful," Damian said.

"I try," Cameron smirked. "Well, I have some news for you," he joined Damian at the breakfast counter. "Turns out my great-Aunt Linda died a few weeks ago."

"Oh," Damian put his fork down. "I'm so sorry."

"I didn't know her too well, and I only saw her a few times. But I guess she really liked me, because she left me a lot of money." Damian's jaw dropped when he heard the sum.

"Oh my God! So…so what are you going to do with it?"

Cameron reached across the counter and took Damian's hand in his own. "I want to buy an apartment, for the both of us. I don't care where it is, as long as I'm with you. If you want to live here, that's fine. If you want to go back to Texas with me, I'd love that, too. I just want to be with you, Damian. I want to go to sleep next to you every night and wake up next to you every morning. I want to be able to make you pancakes on every anniversary we spend together. I want to be there when you cry or when you're lonely or afraid. I just want you," he stroked the back of Damian's hand with his thumb. "What do you say?"

"I want all of the above and more," Damian murmured. "Yes. Yes, let's move in together. I…as much as I love it here, I want to go to the States with you. We can…we could…we could marry there, legally…in a few years, that is."

"Yes," Cameron's eyes lit up. "I'll start searching tomorrow! But for right now, today, it's just you and I and nobody else. I love you."

"I love you, too," Damian kissed him. "Forever."

To be continued…