Aaron's Story (Part 4)

The next few months, Aaron was all that I was able to talk about. He talked to Andrea at work and all they talked about was me. I had fallen so very hard for this boy and I didn't care who knew. Hell, I told everybody. Everything was falling into place for me. Work was on track at the time, my love life had gotten a much needed upgrade from no "husband" to the "husband" of my dreams. He was so incredibly attentive and devoted to me as I was to him. He continued to be my every waking thought and focus. After about 6 months of dating, we decided that we could live together. He moved his stuff into my apartment and shortly thereafter, my roommate moved out. For my sake with my family, since they didn't know about my sexuality, we kept the two bedrooms and made one look like it had been used the whole time he was there.
My mother and sisters, who came over every once in a while, always made it a point to comment on how clean that room was and never looked slept in. I would always tell them that was Aaron's room and that he was a complete neat freak. I always thought they bought it hook, line and sinker, but mom always looked at me with this look that can only be described as "who the hell do you think you are trying to kid?" But she always verbally accepted the explanation. I think she always knew deep down, just didn't want to confirm her suspicions. Yep mom, your baby boy is a big ol' "MO" (short for Homo).