The billionaire's bodyguard (MxM)

part 18

In the quiet comfort of their home, Davis and Ethan sat across from each other, the soft glow of lamplight casting a warm ambiance around them. Their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and affection, as they shared stories and dreams.

As they talked, Ethan's phone chimed, breaking the tranquility of the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting as he saw the caller ID.

"It's my mom," Ethan murmured, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Davis reached out, squeezing Ethan's hand in reassurance. "You should take it," he said gently. "It sounds important."

Ethan nodded, his heart heavy with apprehension as he answered the call. A hushed conversation ensued, the cadence of Ethan's voice betraying his mixed emotions.

After he hung up, Ethan turned to Davis, his eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions. "My mom wants me to come over. She says she wants to catch up and start being a better mother."

Davis listened, his heart going out to Ethan in empathy. He reached out, pulling him into a comforting embrace.

"It's okay, Ethan," Davis whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "Maybe this is the beginning of something good. A chance to heal old wounds and forge new connections."

Ethan leaned into Davis's embrace, finding solace in his unwavering support. "You think so?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Davis nodded, his gaze filled with conviction. "I do. And I'll be here for you every step of the way. Whatever happens, you're not alone."

With Davis by his side, Ethan felt a newfound sense of courage stirring within him. As he prepared to embark on the journey of reconciliation with his family, he knew that with Davis's love and support, he could face whatever lay ahead.

As Ethan prepared to visit his childhood home, Davis stood by his side, offering unwavering support every step of the way. Together, they navigated the familiar streets, their conversation filled with anticipation and nervous energy.

As they approached the front door, Ethan's hand trembled slightly as he reached for the handle. Davis squeezed his hand reassuringly, silently offering strength and encouragement.

Inside, Mrs. Allen greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes shining with emotion as she welcomed them into her home. As they settled in the living room, conversation flowed freely, filled with laughter and reminiscence.

In a moment of quiet lull, Mrs. Allen turned to Davis, her curiosity piqued. "So, Davis, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, her tone gentle yet inquisitive.

Davis hesitated for a moment, exchanging a glance with Ethan before speaking. "Actually, Mrs. Allen, I'm only into guys," he admitted, his voice steady despite the weight of his revelation.

There was a moment of silence as Mrs. Allen processed his words, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with acceptance and understanding. "Well, Davis, everyone has their own preferences, and that's perfectly okay. Love is love, no matter who it's between."

Ethan felt a surge of gratitude towards his mother for her open-mindedness, her words a balm to his anxious heart. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Davis, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I'm in love with  Davis," Ethan confessed, his words hanging in the air.

Davis's eyes widened in surprise, his heart swelling with emotion. "Ethan," he murmured, reaching out to take his hand. "I thought you wanted to keep a secret he asked"

"I don't you to be my dirty little secret,I love you too much for that"

Mrs. Allen smiled, her heart overflowing with love for her son and his partner. "It's okay, Ethan," she said gently. "You can love anyone you want to love, and I'll accept anyone you choose to love. Both of you are staying over tonight, and I'll make your favorite for dinner."

In that moment, surrounded by love and acceptance, Ethan felt a sense of peace wash over him. With Davis by his side and his mother's unconditional support, he knew that he could embrace his love without fear or shame, his heart finally free to love openly and unapologetically.

As Ethan led Davis to his childhood room, memories both fond and painful flooded his mind. The room was a time capsule of his past, filled with reminders of a life shaped by love, loss, and longing.

They sat side by side on the bed, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. After a moment of silence, Ethan's voice broke through the tension, his tone filled with vulnerability.

"I remember when we had an argument after my brother Alex visited me," Ethan began, his words tinged with a mixture of sadness and remorse. "I was only five when he was adopted by my parents. We were admitted into the same school, and Alex excelled in everything he did. He was the best in his class, good at sports, and he always made our parents proud."

Ethan paused, his gaze fixed on a faded photograph of him and Alex, their smiles frozen in time. "But me, I was different," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I struggled in school, always bringing home bad grades and trouble. I resented him for stealing the spotlight, for taking up space in everything."

Davis listened attentively, his heart aching for the pain Ethan had carried for so long. He reached out, gently squeezing Ethan's hand in silent solidarity.

"I'm sorry, Ethan," Davis said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "It must have been difficult feeling overshadowed like that, but you're not defined by your past. You're a remarkable person, and I'm grateful to know you."

Ethan's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he leaned into Davis's comforting embrace. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of his past, he felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him, a newfound sense of acceptance and healing.

With Davis by his side, Ethan realized that he no longer had to carry the weight of his past alone. Together, they would navigate the complexities of life, embracing each other's flaws and strengths, bound by a love that transcended time and space.

After the heartfelt conversation, Davis gently broke the tender silence with a soft smile. "Why don't we let  have go and have our bath before dinner?" he suggested, his voice warm and reassuring.

Ethan nodded, grateful for the opportunity to wash away the weight of the past and prepare for the warmth of a shared meal with his family. With Davis's support, he felt ready to embrace the present and look towards the future with renewed optimism.

As they made their way out of the room, Ethan cast one last glance at the faded photograph on the wall, a silent reminder of the journey they had embarked on together. With Davis by his side, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, bound by a love that transcended the trials of the past.