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The blue yarn that Harry had gotten from the store was exactly the shade of Louis’ eyes. A soft, bright blue that wasn’t easy to come by. Harry searched a few different stores before he was able to find it. Now, he was finally knitting the scarf he’d been meaning to for the other man. The weather was going to get colder soon and Harry wanted Louis to be warm. He looked up and saw the aforementioned man completely engrossed in the daily newspaper. They were both sitting out on the front porch since it was nice out, the sun shining and birds chirping. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky and the breeze was just right.
Harry and Louis ended up moving to Harry’s mom’s place with their kids, a boy named Declan and a girl named Melody. They didn’t change much, but the porch got a paint job, the rickety stairs were a lot steadier, the bluebells in the front garden were joined by some tulips and daffodils, and the curtains were upgraded because Harry didn’t like the old shade of yellow as much as his mom did. Louis’ family still lived across the street and they met almost everyday. Everything had turned out exactly as Harry pictured it when he was younger. He got to spend his life with Louis and growing old with him was just as special and wonderful.
Louis let out a sigh, rubbing at his eyes. “What’s wrong, babe?” Harry asked, frowning in concern.
“My eyesight is going. I can’t read this paper for shit,” he grumbled.
“I’ve told you so many times to get glasses,” Harry tutted. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you need them.”
Louis pouted, putting the paper down and checking his watch. “When are the kids arriving? The game’s going to start soon. Packers better win, otherwise Declan might lose it.”
“I know,” Harry nodded. “Last time they all came for the game, he was so tense every time the other team scored. I think they’re due to arrive in a bit, though.”
It was tradition for Harry and Louis’ kids to bring their families over during Packers games. Declan got married a few years back and had three children with his wife, Ira. Melody was bringing her husband, George, and their baby boy as well. Harry was glad they kept this tradition alive. After all, they raised Declan and Melody in this house, rocking them on this very front porch. The kids also used to often run across the street to Louis’ family’s house, where they played in that same treehouse that they never had the heart to take down.
Every corner of this neighborhood held a memory. Harry couldn’t look anywhere without feeling nostalgia. For example, sitting where he was, his mind drifted back to a game he and Louis watched almost seventy years ago. The other boys had come as well and afterward, Louis and Harry snuck away to the porch where they’d shared a kiss. The kiss that really solidified that they wanted their love to blossom. Smiling, Harry glanced up at his husband, watching as he stood up and walked to the railing, looking out into the street, so eager for their kids and grandchildren to come. Harry followed, beaming as Louis reached for him with his hand. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Louis’ cheek, holding him in a hug.
When Harry looked at him and their gazes met, Louis’ eyes were bright, shining like pretty lights, and Harry was still so in love.