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Liam and Reagan had talked about taking vacations before, but they never followed through. Liam's work was demanding, and Reagan was content to stay close to him. He didn't want to go off on a vacation all on his own, and his art kept him busy enough. Plus he got to travel quite a bit sometimes, too, when he had showings scheduled across the country. So when they'd followed through with this vacation, he was a little surprised, but very excited. The idea of getting to go away somewhere with his husband was exhilerating, and exactly what he needed.

He was still having trouble sleeping, but he was doing better. He was coping the best way he knew how, and Liam was always there for him. Reagan was astounded at just how patient his husband was. They still hadn't had sex yet, but Liam seemed fine with it.

Hawaii was beautiful. The moment they landed Reagan was taken aback by the beauty, it was stunning. After they'd settled in, they had something to eat and then they'd taken a nap together. It was close to evening time when they wokeup and headed out to the beach. The sun was still out, but would be setting soon, and it was still hot outside. Reagan had on a pair of cargo shorts - he really wasn't the type to wear silly swimming trunks, a thin white v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose as he lay sprawled out on the towel next to Liam. They'd both put on copius amounts of sunscreen, especially Reagan since he was apt to burn so easily. He was sketching in a sketchpad, drawing a picture of the scenery that surrounded them.