Jay said, smoothing down his T-shirt. “Mark and I will be watching.” He crossed the floor the take Michael into his arms. “There’s still time to back out if you don’t want to do this.” Michael flashed a genuine smile, not the “I’m okay, y’all can quit worrying now” smile he normally used, but an honest-to-goodness happy smile. Of course, Jay’d been grinning all morning. “I promised Jase I’d march with him.” Michael glanced down at his T-shirt and jeans. “I wish now I’d let you bring my uniform. Jase is wearing his.” “Really? You mean that?” “Yeah.” Jay punched a few buttons on his phone. One of Michael’s brows rose in question. “Trust me.” He occupied his lover with a kiss until a knock sounded. Jay opened the door to find Gramps, holding a hanger aloft to keep Michael’s uniform off the floor. “Can you believe this old things still fits?”
