"Bram... Bram no!"

I ran after him, huffing as he ran as fast as he could towards the water. I could hear his giggle. If I catch him, he's going to go in the naughty corner for a long long time. I burst through the trees and found Bram standing really close to the water, his feet digging into the sand.

The naught boy didn't put shoes on before leaving the house.

"Bram..." I said, my tone dripping with warning. Bram looked at me with big eyes, acting all innocent while he took one step to the side, closer to the water.

"Bram, do not go in the water." I warned. The curly haired boy looked right at me before taking another step towards the water, smiling widely when the water wraps around his ankle. "Bra-"

He let out a loud scream before running full on into the water, laughing so loud. As soon as he got into the water, I face palmed. I kick into action after that, also running into the water. This little was going to be the end of me. Bram was still laughing and splashing about. My baby bunny was going to get cold once he steps out of the water.

I moved closer to him and grabbed him by the waist. Bram let out a huge squeal and splashed me with water. My grip on his waist momentarily loosened but that was all the chance he needed. He slips out and tried to swim away. I don't think I have ever seen or heard him laugh this much.

"Come play with me daddy." Bram said, splashing more water at me. "Come on...."

Somehow I got tricked into splash fight, swimming and just plain played with my favourite little. My only little. After a while, I grabbed Bram again by the waist and lifted him out of the water. I placed him back down on the sand and just like I knew he was going to be.

Bram says. "I'm cold, daddy."

"I know, little one." I replied.

Bram's hair was a wet and curly mess. Clothes sticking to him and he was shaking, his feet was digging into the sand. I took off my sliders and got on my knees so I could help Bram slip his feet into them. I looked up at Bram, smiling back at him.

Once I was standing again, Bram moved closer and slipped his hand in mine. We quickly made our way back to the house. I led Bram up to the en-suite and drew him a bath, tossing in one of his many Lush bath-bombs.

He was slowly blinking and trying to fight back a yawn while in the bath. He looked so adorable, honestly. I love him so much. So so much. A couple minutes later, he had on his big boy pajamas, plaid pajama bottoms with matching top, I had gently brushed his hair and packed it in a bun, before tucking him into bed. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and cooed at the small smile he had on his face.

-

While Bram napped, I took care of a couple business and began making a little snack for myself and Bram when he wakes. And I also made sure there was enough for Ryan and J because they were just hours away. Hopefully, they would be here before Bram wakes up.

He had kept texting Ryan through out the week, sending him pictures and exchanging voice notes with his friend. Snacks consisted of diced fruits with lots of Kiwi because that was Bram's new thing, some chicken nuggets, king prawns and some sweet potato wedges. For desert, there was some cake in the fridge. I'd cut it up and pour some double cream on it.

Everything for my boy.

-

"Piero, I don't do business with stupid people." I said into the phone. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over and chuckled as Bram walked to the kitchen, he had a blanket draped over his shoulder.

"Are you laughing at me, Lupo?"

"Piero. Sell the White Dust at hundred per kilo. The others with a fifty percent increase as we sell here or I will take my business elsewhere." I said, leaning forward even though he couldn't see me. "Either that or I make your territory mine. All it would take is one phone-call and your dead body." I end the call after that.

Bram walked back in holding the bowl of fruit salad and a can of whipped cream. I take the blanket off him as he sits beside me, close enough for him to press a kiss to my cheek. I looked at him and grinned.

"How was your nap, kitten?" I asked.

"Good. I dreamt of you." he said as he sprayed whipped cream all over the fruit. One could say my boyfriend was a bit of a sweet tooth. I took the bowl from him and fed him fruit after fruit with his fork.

"What kind of dream?"

"We went to an amusement park." he said. "You got scared at the haunted house and you held my hand." Bram said and I chuckled.

"Sweetie, are you it wasn't the other way around?" I asked, stealing a piece of fruit from the bowl.

"No. It was you, you screamed and you held my hand and I think you cried a little." Bram said, turning so he could fully look at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't cry."

Bram huffed out a laugh. "Remember yesterday when I stubbed my toe against the couch and I cried and you cried because I was crying. Was I dreaming that too?" Bram asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I should really spank that out of him.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." I said and he laughed and laughed, shaking his head at me in what looked so fond. Bram moved closer to me until his nose was lightly touching mine.

Bram and I talked for so long. The tv wasn't on and it was just quiet, the soothing sounds of the waves was like the background music to our talks. I held onto Bram, watched the way he talked, the smile on his face when he says something really witty, the way he'd throw his head back and laugh, how he laughs at me when I finally tune in to what he was saying, the fond look on his face when I pull him even closer and press a kiss to his forehead. He is my everything.

We were still cuddled up on the couch when I heard the familiar sound of a boat. Bram shot out of the chair and ran towards the door. He was just about to open it when I yelled.

"Shoes!"

I chuckled as he hastily stuck his legs into his pair of sliders and then he was out the door. You know, Bram and I talked. He told me about how he met Ryan and about their friendship and in the back of my mind, I had already picked out a car I wanted to get for Ryan and a couple more things. Anything for person who took care of my boy and stood right by his side.

I walked along to path leading up to the little port where I could see J and Ryan. Just like his friend, Ryan literally jumped off the boat, running towards Bram. I could hear J shouting and it made me feel even more fond. By the time I was close enough, J hopped out of the boat. I wondered if they forgot the thing had stairs.

"Long time no see." J said and I pulled a face.

"Never say that again."

"What? Why?" J asked, chuckling afterwards.

"You sound like a 90s gangster." I told him and he laughs. We clapped hands and hugged briefly before looking over at our partners. Ryan and Bram were holding hands and talking so fast, I didn't understand a word of what was being said.

"How was your week here?" J asked.

"Everything I ever dreamt it would be." I said, not looking away from Bram. Right here, underneath the sunlight, he was glowing. His hair blown every which way by the wind, brown skin looking as delectable as always, brown eyes light under the sunlight. The love of my life.

We all walked back to the house. Ryan and Bram ahead of us, their arms linked. They acted every bit like the best friends you'd see in movies. I liked how close they were. While J, Ryan and Bram went to the guestroom, I decided to take out the grill. Some barbecue would be amazing right and I know none of the three upstairs would say no.

By the time they all came down, the grill was hot and I had some chicken on, some kebabs and ribs. I had just pulled the lid close when Bram walked out of the house, he wrapped his arms around me, lifting himself to his tiptoes so he could press a kiss to my cheek.

"I missed you." he whispered.

"Not as much as I missed you." I responded, whispering to him. He giggled and press another kiss to my cheek.

"Whatever you're making smells really good. I can't wait to eat it." he said and I smiled shyly. He always complimented my food. Made it seems like I was the best chef in the world and he was my number one fan. Also my boyfriend was the biggest food and he'd eat anything as long as it tastes okay.

The sun was going down now and everything felt perfect. The silence. Holding on to the love of my life. This. Here. there's nothing more I'd want.

Okay, maybe one thing.

The one thing I have been thinking ever since Bram put my head on his lap, worry and anger clear in his eyes as he told me he wanted to beat up the people who had dared to touch me. Soon after Bram moves away from me. He looked up at the sky, arms spread out as he began to spin around. The sun was setting ever so slowly and it made everything seem like a painting.

It has been months and I still can not stop staring at him. At first he was the man with the quirky mask who had caught my eyes at a party, then he was the man with the gorgeous eyes and even more gorgeous hair that I had kissed at new year and months later, here he is. The owner of my heart, the owner of my life, the man who made me thankful to be alive every day, my everything, my one and only.

The man who loves me just as fiercely as I love him.

My gorgeous boy.

"You keep staring at him." J said as he comes to a stop beside me. I didn't hear him coming but how could I? Look at the beauty I am staring at. How can a I ever focus on someone else? The sun hits his collar just right and it's shining in an array of colors. The right collar for the best boy.

"How can I stop staring at him?"

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion. The sun hitting the water, several yards away from us, the purple-peachy-bluely sky creating the most beautiful background ever. Bram looks over at me, a big smile on his face, his hand raised a little as he waves at me, feet digging into the sand, gorgeous brown skin, gorgeous everything. He took my breath away.

"I am going to marry the fuck out of him."

"Xander."

I smiled back at Bram, waving my hands at him. "I am going to go down on one knee and ask him to marry me, J. He's my soulmate." And there's no one I'd rather be with but him. I rushed over to Bram, lifting him up, loving the little joyful scream he let out.

Bram looks down at me, his arms around my neck, eyes twinkling and sparkling and every other beautiful adjective in the dictionary. He felt right in my arms, warm against me and I felt so complete, so content.

"I love you."

"And I love you, Xan."

Bram leans down and I held onto him tightly as we kissed, lips soft, kiss sweet, like an everlasting promise. I will never let him go. He will never let me go. We are soulmates and believe me when I say, I will marry him. I will marry him so hard. He is everything.

My everything.

Fin