Part of him was still confused about his past and everything he was missing, but another part of him didn’t care. What good would it do for him to focus on the past? Wouldn’t it be better to think of the future?
And Keylon was Winter’s future. Winter was sure of that.
Keylon’s lips felt like perfection against Winter’s. He wondered if he could drag Keylon back to his room and how angry his family would be if he did, but Jarvis cleared his throat, interrupting them before they could get too far. When Keylon stepped back, his cheeks were flushed, and he carefully looked away from Jarvis, even though Jarvis was smiling.
“Welcome to the family,” he told Winter.
Winter grinned. “I can’t believe that I went from not having anyone to having two families.”
“Well, you do. Your first family is waiting for you, though, so maybe you should go before they decide to send Samuel back.”
Winter took Keylon’s hand and pulled him toward the portal. Keylon went without arguing, but when Winter turned to look at him, he could see he was once again nervous.
“They’ll love you,” he promised.
“And if they don’t?”
“It doesn’t matter because they’re not the people who decide who I’m with. I do, and I want to be withyou.”
Keylon nodded and squared his shoulders. He looked a bit like he was going to war, and Winter hoped that he’d relax soon. That wouldn’t happen until they saw his family, though, so he dragged Keylon through the portal and straight into their arms.
When they arrived, it was to find Samuel talking with his parents. Samuel’s siblings were there, too, but thankfully, the extended family wasn’t. That would have been way too overwhelming for Keylon.
Everyone turned to look at them almost as one.
Keylon cringed, but Winter pulled him forward. He wrapped an arm around Keylon’s waist and beamed at his family. “Keylon, this is Samuel’s parents, George and Julianne.” He pointed at Samuel’s sister and at his brother “This is Sally and Nicholas. They’re Samuel’s siblings.”
Keylon nodded at them, looking out of his depth. Winter didn’t let him go. Instead, he beamed at the people who’d welcomed him into their lives so many decades ago and had become his family. “Everyone, this is my Keylon.”