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  The Rest of Our Lives

  Mitch & Cian #5

  Helena Stone

  Synopsis

  A year after their first kiss, Mitch and Cian have settled into their relationship and life in Dublin. There’ve been ups and downs and one or two unexpected turns in the road, but through it all they’ve gone from strength to strength.

  Going home to Castleforest for Christmas means having to stay with their own families. Neither Mitch nor Cian enjoys being apart, but the sting of separation fades in the wake of a surprise from Mitch’s mother, and reconnecting with old and very dear friends lifts their spirits further.

  Back in the city for New Year’s Eve, they throw a party for their friends and at last acknowledge the depth of their feelings for each other and the ties that will bind them for the rest of their lives.

  This last instalment in the Mitch & Cian series comes with delightful surprises, fabulous parties, and declarations that will make your heart sing.

  Copyright

  The Rest of Our Lives (Mitch & Cian #5)

  First edition: December 2019

  Copyright @ 2019 by Helena Stone

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.

  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Copyright Notice

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Thank You for Reading

  About the Author

  Also By Helena Stone

  Acknowledgements

  The longer I write the more I realize how fortunate I am to have so many people in my life who are willing and able to help me make my stories the best they can possibly be.

  K. Evan Coles, Paul Wright, and Sherry Mahnken were invaluable beta readers. Tanja Ongkiehong once again used her proof reading powers to make me look better than I actually am.

  As always, any and all remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to young love and the dream of equality.

  May the dream become reality sooner rather than later.

  Chapter One

  “This is going to be weird.” Mitch looked out of the bus window. It was after five in the afternoon, and night had fallen. The bus’s headlights lit up a road sign, and Mitch knew they were less than half an hour from Castleforest.

  “Not being together for a week, you mean?” Cian sounded about as enthusiastic about the idea as Mitch felt.

  “Yeah,” Mitch concurred. “Do you think our families will ever get so comfortable with us being a couple that they’ll allow us to share a room while visiting?”

  The reflection of Cian’s gaze caught Mitch’s in the dark glass, and for a moment, they kept each other captive there.

  “I don’t think it’s us being a couple they’re having an issue with,” Cian eventually said. “The idea of us actually sleeping together, never mind having sex, is probably easier to deal with on a ‘what I can’t see doesn’t exist’ sorta level.”

  “Do you reckon it would be the same if one of us was a girl?”

  “Probably not.” Cian frowned. “Having said that, we’re together less than a year, and they probably still see us as children rather than adults, so who knows?”

  It wasn’t the end of the world of course. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d spend time apart since they’d moved in together, four months earlier. On more than one occasion, Mitch had gone back to Castleforest on his own for a weekend when Cian had had a match, just as Cian sometimes went home without Mitch to make up for the times he couldn’t make it. This felt different, though. Being alone because they were in different parts of the country was unavoidable. A separation due to parental overprotectiveness or prejudice—Mitch wasn’t sure what to call it—stung.

  “Oh, well,” Mitch said, deciding to keep things in perspective and not ruin their week home before it even started. “It’s only for a week, and it’s not as if we won’t see each other during the day. It could be worse. Imagine if your family lived in Cork. We’d be half the country away from each other.”

  Cian’s fingers brushed across Mitch’s hand, which rested on his thigh. Mitch relished the intimacy of the gesture, no matter how fleeting. At the same time, he resented that they couldn’t just hold hands for the duration of the journey. Surely one day they would be able to be as affectionate in public as heterosexual couples without the fear of offending people? He had to believe that; anything else would be too frustrating.

  “Have you any idea what plans your mother has made?” Cian asked. “Because my parents have been rather vague, apart from telling me that we’ll be celebrating Christmas day as we’ve always done in the past.”

  Mitch thought back to his last conversation with his mother. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but now that Cian mentioned it, he remembered she’d been rather circumspect when it came to details.

  “She asked me what I wanted to eat for Christmas and made some vague references to surprises.” He chuckled. “Maybe I should remind her I’m legally an adult. She hasn’t teased me with secrecy since I stopped believing in Santa.” He turned to Cian, fully expecting him to laugh along or at least smile. Instead, he encountered a thoughtful expression.

  “I wonder what they’re up to?” Cian mused.

  “Up to?”

  “It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise.” Cian focused on Mitch, his eyes gleaming. “My mother used almost the exact same words with me, last time we spoke.”

  For a moment Mitch turned into the boy he’d been when he was seven and still firmly believed in the magic of Christmas, reindeer, and Santa Claus. Excitement rushed through him as he tried to figure out what their parents might be planning.

  Something bright illuminated the darkness as they drove into town.

  “Are those new?” Cian nodded in the direction of the lights that stretched in rows running across the main street at regular intervals, creating an illusion of ice and snow.

  “I think so.” Mitch hadn’t paid much attention to Castleforest’s Christmas decorations in the past. They were there for a few weeks before disappearing again for a year, in the same way leaves came and went on trees.

  Two minutes later, as the bus drove on without them, Mitch stared down the street and reconsidered. “It does look better. More festive, I guess.” He focused on Cian, reluctant to take the next step on his journey home.

  “What are we like?” Cian grinned ruefully. “Our families aren’t so bad that we have to worry about going to different homes.”

  Mitch smiled, unable to deny that they were being silly. “Where do you want to meet tomorrow?”

  “At the library?” Cian suggested. “For old times’ sake?”

  “Works for me,” Mitch said calmly while pushing down a burst of excitement because Cian had picked the place where they’d first met, almost exactly a year earlier.

  He looked up and down the street, finding it mostly deserted. Given that it was dinner time on a Sunday in December, that was hardly surprising, but it served his purpose perfectly. He leaned forward, angled his head, a
nd pressed his lips against Cian’s. If anybody did see the kiss, tough. In a town as small as Castleforest, their relationship had to be common knowledge. He wasn’t inclined to force public displays of intimacy on unsuspecting passers-by, but he refused to hide who he was or, more importantly, who he was with any longer.

  Cian returned the far too short kiss, smirking when he pulled back. “What a difference a year makes.” He fixed the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and took a step. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Ten-ish?

  “See you then.”

  Watching Cian walk away toward the estate where he lived, Mitch wondered if he’d ever get tired of looking at his boyfriend. He’d been attracted to Cian long before they’d exchanged their first words, and far from lessening, the feeling had only strengthened over time. Cian’s training regime since he’d taken up rugby again helped to make an always tantalizing physique even more irresistible too.

  Only after Cian turned a corner and disappeared from sight did Mitch set off in the opposite direction. He resisted the temptation to walk by the old community center on his way home. He’d meet Cian there tomorrow, and it would be the long way around. He had no doubt his mother was eagerly awaiting his arrival, and if he were honest, he looked forward to seeing her too.

  The front door to the house he’d grown up in opened before Mitch had a chance to put his key in the lock. His mother’s beaming face welcomed him home, and his answering smile was almost certainly just as delighted. Yes, Mitch would miss Cian, especially at night, when he’d have to settle for sleeping on his own, without a warm body to wrap himself around. However, he couldn’t deny that his mother’s joy whenever he visited made him feel warm and loved.

  “There you are.” His mother pulled him into a tight hug before scrutinizing his face. “You look well.” She released him and walked into the house. “Do you want to eat now or later?”

  “I have a choice?” Mitch snickered. This was new. His whole life his mother had told him what time dinner would be ready, and it had been up to him to make sure he was present at the appointed hour.

  “Sure.” She grinned at him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

  She probably does.

  “I’m having takeaway delivered. I was thinking fish and chips?”

  Mitch’s mouth watered, but he was surprised. “Delivered? I’m impressed. Castleforest is moving up in the world.”

  “Oh, stop it. We’re not that much of a backwater.” But his mother smiled at him, taking the sting out of her words.

  “I’ll just put my stuff away,” Mitch said. “Then I’m good with whatever you want to do.”

  An hour later Mitch settled on the couch in the living room with a full belly. “That was great.”

  “Good. Does it make up for having to share a living space with your old ma for a few days?”

  Mitch didn’t need mind-reading powers to recognize the question wasn’t only meant as a joke. He sighed.

  “Living with you has never been hard,” he said honestly. “It isn’t difficult now either. It’s just…” Mitch didn’t want to upset his mother so soon after arriving, but he didn’t want to lie to her either.

  “What?”

  He shrugged. “It’s a bit frustrating that nobody minds that Cian and I live together in Dublin, but at the same time won’t allow us to sleep in the same house when we’re here.”

  His mother gave him a look he knew all too well. This stare indicated that, in her opinion, he hadn’t thought hard enough before opening his mouth. Unfortunately, recognizing her expression didn’t mean he knew the reason behind it.

  “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Cian’s parents would like to have him to themselves for a few days to catch up? Or that I might like spending some time with my son without having to share his attention?”

  Mitch gaped at his mother, disinclined to tell her that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

  She sighed. “We’re not stupid. We know you two are all grown up and living your own life together. But it feels like only yesterday you came running to me because you’d fallen off your bike and hurt yourself. Give an old woman a chance to adjust to the fact that you’re no longer a child.”

  Mitch got up and crossed the room. When he reached his ma in her comfortable chair, he leaned forward and hugged her. “You’re not an old woman,” he whispered while relaxing into her embrace. He allowed himself to revisit the younger version of himself she’d described, surprised to find he welcomed the security her arms offered as much now as he always had.

  “I’m sorry.” Mitch murmured the words against her shoulder. He hadn’t meant to upset his mother. “It’s just that I’m so used to being together with Cian it feels a bit weird when we’re not. Especially since for once we’re home at the same time.” He straightened and sat on the armrest of his mother’s chair.

  “It’s okay.” She patted his leg. “I do understand, you know. I used to be young once, a long, long time ago.” She looked up at him with a cheeky glint in her eye. “Did I mention I have a surprise for you?”

  “You did.” The sudden change in subject caught Mitch off guard. “I thought you’d keep me in suspense until Christmas.”

  “That would defeat the purpose.”

  The plot thickened, and Mitch was still none the wiser. “Well then, don’t keep me hanging.”

  “We had a raffle in work,” his mother said, at first glance apropos of nothing. “I won the first prize.”

  “Congratulations?” Mitch had no idea why his mother made such a big deal about having won a box of chocolates or something similar, but he was willing to wait her out.

  “I’ve now got two tickets to see the Symphony Orchestra perform the music from Star Wars. Tomorrow night, actually.”

  “Nice one.” Mitch was delighted for her. His mother was a huge Star Wars fan. In fact, she’d watched the movies so often over the years Mitch knew large chunks of them off by heart. “But what has that got to do with me?” Surely, she hadn’t made him come all the way home today, only to travel back to Dublin tomorrow?

  “I was wondering if you’d let us use your apartment for the night.” Her gaze bored into him as if she was expecting a certain reaction. “Marian is coming with me, and neither of us fancies driving all the way home at midnight. Since your place will be empty...”

  Mitch chuckled. “We have two bedrooms, remember? There’s no reason you can’t stay with us, even when we’re there.” He sobered as he tried to remember what state they’d left the place in before leaving, suppressing a sigh of relief when he recalled they’d done a rather thorough cleanup because they didn’t want to return to chaos. “Of course, you can stay there.” But how is that a surprise for me? He kept that thought to himself.

  “And now you’re wondering how me winning concert tickets constitutes a surprise for you.”

  Mitch blinked at his mother, shocked to discover that four months after he’d moved out, she could still read his mind with ease.

  “I’m disappointed.” The sparkle in his mother’s eyes belied her words. “I thought you would have recognized your opportunity by now.”

  The beginnings of an idea formed in Mitch’s mind. Surely, she doesn’t mean...?

  “How did I manage to raise such an eejit?” The sigh she expelled was obviously exaggerated. “Why don’t you get on your phone and see if Cian wants to spend tomorrow evening and night here?”

  “Really?”

  His mother gave him a blank stare. “Really.” She reached for the remote. “Now, either settle or go and do your own thing. I’m watching The Empire Strikes Back tonight.

  Mitch reached for his mother, hugging her again and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks. That’s the best surprise ever.” He got up. “Enjoy your movie. I’m going up to my room.”

  He was texting Cian before he was halfway up the stairs.

  Chapter Two

  “Let me get this straight.” Cian still couldn’t get his head around it. “You
r mother and her friend are off to Dublin…”

  “They left an hour ago,” Mitch confirmed. “Said they wanted to get some last-minute shopping done before getting ready for their evening out.”

  “And she told you to invite me over for the night?” Cian had reread Mitch’s text three times before responding the night before.

  “I know, right?” Mitch glowed. “That was a few minutes after I’d told her how weird it was that we weren’t allowed to be together while we’re here when we live together in Dublin.”

  “How did she take that?” Cian was curious, since he’d had a similar conversation with his parents.

  “She understood. But she also pointed out that I needed to give her time to get used to the idea that her son is no longer a child.”

  “Mine said pretty much the same,” Cian said. “And they weren’t at all surprised when I told them about your invitation. As if they knew about it.”

  Mitch chuckled. “That wouldn’t surprise me. That’s me ma to a T. She would never tell me to invite you if she wasn’t sure your parents were okay with the idea.”

  “Hmmmm,” Cian grumbled as they slowly walked along the main street in the direction of the community center. “I used to get so angry when I thought they were interfering in my life. I don’t know what to think anymore. This is the second time they got together to arrange something for us behind our backs.”

  Mitch smiled, and Cian knew exactly what was going through his mind. The first time their parents had surprised them was when they’d been offered the apartment in Dublin. His parents and Mitch’s ma had discussed the possibility, agreeing it was probably for the best, before telling Mitch and him about the opportunity.