]3rd Person’s POV]
“What the hell is that for?” Thorne asked through his greeted teeth. Intimidated as he looked at Randy. He didn’t take the bouquet that Randy offered him. Even if Randy’s arms were wobbling, waiting for him to pick them up.
“F-For you, T-Thorne,” he stuttered in fear and embarrassment. Randy was still hoping that his husband would acknowledge the hard work and effort he put into making this dinner date. Yet, even accepting the bouquet of roses, Thorne didn’t do.
Thorne scoffed. “I ain’t a fag, Randy,” he mocked, calling Randy a slur without remorse. Clenching his jaw, averting his gaze as soon as he saw Randy’s eyes pooled tears. If it wasn’t for their child, staring at them from afar, Thorne would’ve automatically left Randy without hesitation.
As much as Randy d
