Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.
"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.
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Iden cleared his throat and walked over to his brother, still holding Michael's hand. "Michael, this is my brother, Ollie. Ollie, this is my boyfriend, Michael," Iden said rather stiffly.
Oliver stood up and offered his hand. "My brother consistently forgets that I prefer Oliver. It's nice to meet you, Michael. Mum tells me you work in a library," Oliver said, making polite conversation but not actually acknowledging Iden.
"Excuse me," Iden said and headed for the kitchen. "Mum, what in Merlin's name is going on? Why is he here?" he whispered to her.
"He is here because it's Christmas, and it's a time for family."
"But, Mum-"
"Iden, hush. The only way he'll get over all this rubbish is to see how lovely Michael is and how happy you both are."
Iden sighed, thinking this was a terrible idea, as his mum ladled cocoa into the last mug on the tray and passed it to him. "Go give them cocoa, Iden."
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