"That's fucking rude! Rekker should be allowed candy just like anyone else."

Bjorn kissed Rekker on the lips softly and stroked his ginger hair. Fuck that! Everyone should be allowed to do what they wanted, whatever age they were. The Swede nodded and felt a little better knowing that he'd be able to go out next year with the kids and Rekker. By then---they'd be married.

"This time next year we'll be married, babe."