Hutch glanced around the table, settling his gaze on his partner.
Starsky’s love of Christmas had rubbed off on Hutch, gradually, over many years.
Although, despite the many things to be thankful for; good friends, Kiko, Molly, Lisa. There was sadness about the ones that were lost, or who got away.
He didn’t mean the criminals that’d evaded the consequences of their actions, either by flight or the system failing to follow through after their arrests.
He was thinking about Gillian, Terri, Abby, even Van; mourned them for a short time.
Then turned his attention back to his husband, Starsky.
Starsky noticed Hutch watching him intently.
The furrow on Hutch’s brow deepened. That was a sure indication that his lover was thinking far darker thoughts than was acceptable on Christmas.
Starsky knew exactly what those thoughts were. He had the same ones. Fleeting visions of loves lost. Pinging at his heart strings, as they obviously did at Hutch’s. Every so often, on special days, the ‘what ifs’ were stronger. What if they hadn’t died, been cops, managed to stay in relationships, have kids.
Then reality hit, they wouldn’t have found a love that was more than they had ever imagined.
Very nice, WF. I think you’ve captured an incredibly real moment, with real thoughts – difficult thoughts we all have this time of year. Thanks for the nice story.
Thank you, DG. Glad you like it.
Beautifuly done, sweetie!!!
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Thank you, sweetie.
Very touching, Sharon! I love your older guys. It’s sad to admit that despite missing some loved ones in the present life, it’s often from these losses that come more important and vital relationships.
Thank you, sweetie. Glad you liked it. Exactly. Even when you know things would be different if life hadn’t dealt certain hands, there is a sadness about the bad things that happened.
You’re welcome, Sharon.
Anyway, I read your latest comment on “Fury” but that page doesn’t allow me to reply. Well yes, a tied up Hutch is a quite alluring image to be honest, even better if he’s gagged, too! 😉
I’ve so many ideas in mind and so little time, but never say never….
Now you’ve done it, Sonia. Adding the gag is so not fair. Talk about tipping a gal over the edge, *g*
I would fear to be Hutch in your hands…tied up, gagged, tortured…at least it’ll be delivered by a certain curly haired boy (so, in the end, blondie will even like it 😉 )
Very sweet and heartwarming! and the picture is perfect! 🙂
Thank you, Sammy. 🙂
How sweet! It’s a really heartwarming story. Thank you! I needed it. 🙂
You’re welcome. Glad you liked it, sweetie. Thank you.
That was a very real moment you captured. Sometimes heartbreak is actually a stepping stone to something else. Beautifully written.
See below comment. Used the wrong bit-lol.
Thank you, sweetie. Life is a series of stepping stones. Some take us back the way we came, and others lead us forward, to better things. 🙂
It’s only natural to think about the what-ifs, but ultimately their relationship is what endures, their love the bond that lasted through the years. Beautiful sentiment, WF.
Thank you, Baby. This is the one time of year when people really do think about loved one, loves lost and what ifs. Even someone who’s very happy with their lot. They knew that, at the end of the day, it always came down to Me and Thee. True love was inevitable
That was a wonderful little piece, showing the love between our older boys. Thank you!
Thanks, Kat. Glad you liked it. 🙂
This feels very right. They would wonder, from time to time, about the “what ifs”, or grow nostalgic without actually anting to change anything. It’s the nature of aging, isn’t it? But, oh, I do like seeing them there, together, understanding one another so well, having lived and aged well. Thank you!
Thank you. Glad you liked it. What ifs are always creeping into our lives. Our past, for most of us, is a minefield of relationship what ifs. Mine is, especially at this time of year. Then I remember that if things had been different, I might not have my wonderful son, and I wouldn’t swap him for a world of riches, men, or anything else that slipped through my fingers.
I’ve learnt to fight the thought of the many whatifs when they come to my mind because I know what i have and I am so lucky with it, so I really loved the ending! Thank you!
Thank you, sweetie. Happy that you like it. We can’t help but think about what if, doesn’t mean we want to change what we’ve got. Like you say, if we’re happy, what if doesn’t matter anymore. 🙂
Lovely taste of a finely aged life together…the picture at the end is perfect.
Thank you, Elaine. Glad you liked it. They’ve had a fine life together. 🙂