“I want to have a large family with you, with a nice house in the suburbs, a wraparound porch, and a nice yard with two dogs to play in it,” I said smiling.
“Vivian, that sounds lovely, but there is a reality here that I am worried you are not taking into consideration,” Keegan responded holding the bridge of his nose and crinkling his forehead.
“I understand fully. I will be winding up my career, as you are winding yours down. I will be at the height of my career, when you are retired. If we have children in the next five years, you will be in your 60s when they graduate high school, while I will be in my 40s. I will be 65 when you turn 85. I get it,” I said, gently touching his cheek while turning his face towards mine.
“And none of that matters, as long as I am with you,” I continued. “In fact, I see that as a huge benefit to both you, me, and our 10 imaginary kids, two dogs, and our large house.” He started laughing.
“You know I get to trade you in for a newer model if you get fat from pushing out 10 kids,” he said, tensing up his arms in defense of my playful love tap.
“Hey, what about your impending beer belly and grey chest hairs? Do I get to trade you in for those?” I said laughing.
“Nope. It’s a one way street,” he said laughing as we started tickle fighting each other. Our intimate conversation turned into lovemaking, as it always does.
Keegan’s concerns were very valid, and weighed heavily on my mind. It had never occurred to me before that this grim reality of being mismatched for life events could be so lonesome for him during his retirement and for me, if he were to pass away before me. To this day, it makes me well up with tears to think about not having him or causing him to be lonely. All I ever want to do is make him a happy man, through all of his life that I am with him.
As we laid in bed naked and covered in sweat, Keegan turned to me and said, “It’s time for you to meet my family and friends. No more hiding.” I was stunned.
“I’ve been dodging requests from my parents now for two months—they will be the hardest to handle. My cousin Richard is getting married in two weeks and holding a reception that you and I are invited to. Come with me. Meet everyone at once and avoid the awkward one-on-one conversation,” he finished.
“I’ve been down this road before,” I reassured him—this wasn’t the first time I had been with a much older man. “There will always be awkward conversations, ridiculous stares, and people whispering behind our backs. Let’s turn the tables a bit—is that something you can handle?” I asked sternly.
“This isn’t a joke, Vivian. It’s not going to be easy, but I believe it will definitely be worth it. You are a one of a kind woman, you’re my woman and I want them to know it. Plus, I kind of want to rub it in my brother and cousin’s faces that I landed a young hottie after being teased for so long about being gay,” Keegan said laughing.
So, it had been decided. I would meet his family for the first time.