“I am so, so nervous.” Percival raked his fingers through his short, dark blond hair. “Do I look all right? Are you sure your sister’s going to like me? Maybe she won’t, Gwaine. Maybe we should put this off and I should visit some other time, a non-holiday, less-stressful time.”

Gwaine gazed at Percival with affection and tried not to laugh, but a loud burst of laughter escaped his lips anyway. Gwaine couldn’t help it! His 6’4” tall boyfriend – the fit and gorgeous-as-anything Percival – was so cute when he was anxious.

“Perc” – Gwaine took Percival by the shoulders – “please calm down. Freya, my brother-in-law, and the kids are all going to love you.”

“They might not. They might think I’m… I don’t know! Not right for you. Or that were