YEEEEESSSSSS
“M’thinkin’ of a nice cottage somewhere far from here. Someplace with tons o’ flowers. Maybe even a few fields nearby.”
He knows this conversation. They’ve had it almost every day this summer. And Fyodor will say. “Take me there someday.”
And Nikolai will smile that dimpled, boyish smile and press his plump lips to Fyodor’s forehead. “‘Course I will.”
Summer is theirs.