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Family Recipe

Justin O'Dwyer is 19. Four days ago, his mother died of a drug overdose, and now Justin is back in Enterprise, Oregon, trying to figure out how to raise the younger siblings he's afraid of losing to the foster system. Justin is completely out of his depth. Harper is six, and hates him. Wyatt is four and doesn't remember him. And baby Scarlett, at fourteen months, has never even met her big brother before. When Scarlett gets sick and won't stop screaming, and when Harper runs off in the middle of the night, Justin is at the end of his tether. In desperation, he knocks on a neighbor's door begging for help.<br><br>Del Abbot is 38, and living in his grandparents' old place in Enterprise after his marriage broke down and he lost his restaurant in the divorce. He's a chef, even had his own show on cable for a while, but now he's looking for a new start, if he could just figure out what exactly that entails. When the O'Dwyer family barrels into his life one night, Del can't refuse to help. What begins as a trip to the hospital becomes a regular child-minding gig while Justin struggles to find his feet. And the more time Del spends with Justin, the more they both want more than friendship. But small town life comes with its own bigotry, and, in Justin's case, that bigotry has always been close to home.<br><br>When an act of violence threatens to destroy the small family they've built, both Justin and Del need to put aside their pasts and reach for their future together.

Tia Fielding · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
79 Chs

Chapter 15

He groaned loudly. “Go eat some toenail clippings, Bernice.”

She shrieked. “I wasn’t eatingthem!”

Bernie tried to grab the tablet, but Mom held it out of her reach. “Stop it, you’re both too old for this kind of behavior.” Before either of them could say a word, she continued, “You’re still young enough to be sent to your rooms, though!”

Mom’s eyes were twinkling, and they all burst into laughter. Yeah. Del loved his family.

“Talk to you later, Mom.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She made a shushing movement with her hand, the tablet rocked, and the connection closed as she swiped the screen.

“Be me…?” Del whispered into the silence of his big, empty house.

It was good, solid advice. There was just this one tiny problem: Del didn’t know who he was anymore.

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