Dave woke slowly. On the other side of the bedroom door…Al—his husband was making breakfast. It was always the same. His husband, his…Allen? No. Albert?
“Albert.” He tasted it on his tongue. Yes, several years ago he married Albert.
“Dave? Are you up?” The door opened and there he was, Albert. “I’m Adam, and—“
“I know…love.” The relief he saw in Adam’s eyes was painful to watch. Damn, why couldn’t he remember that fucking name? Adam—it didn’t even feel right.
He beamed. “I’m so glad you remembered.”
Dave felt like shit, but who could remember a name?
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