Chapter 18Greg was up at his usual time on Tuesday morning. He made the coffee, decided to make French toast for breakfast and threw last night’s sheets and towels into the wash. He packed Cisco some leftover pork chops to heat up for lunch along with applesauce and potatoes.
Greg couldn’t wait to discuss the details with Jim and Brian. He put in a batch of blueberry muffins, some for Cisco to take to work, the rest to feed his friends.
He was still blissed out from yesterday’s play. Cisco had smiled, called him baby and acted like a man in deep like, if not love. At precisely two minutes to seven, Greg was at the door of the master suite with coffee in hand.
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The aroma of fresh coffee woke Cisco up. He saw his boy standing in the door of the bedroom and smiled. Last night, when
