I'm really sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy it. It's the last part of the first part of the triology (quite difficult ;-)). I start with the next one right away and hope to have it here on sunday at the latest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise!

Craig Taylor didn't know what to do. A feeling very unusual for him but nevertheless something that always seems to happen in relation to his son.

He was so sure that Justin's stay in New York meant that he broke up with this Kinney guy but they were obviously as happy and strong as ever. The older Taylor noticed that all his assumptions about Kinney seemed to be wrong. He never thought that this guy would really love his son; he'd always seemed to be so arrogant and full of himself. Nevertheless he was still here at his son's side after seven years after their first encounter, their hands tightly clasped together while they were speaking about one of the paintings.

Before Craig Taylor could decide if he should leave or stay he felt a presence next to his. He turned around and looked into the bright blue eyes of his son.

"Hi Dad!" the young Taylor said hesitantly.

"Justin!" Craig exclaimed surprised. "I'm…ahm…congratulations… it's a great success!"

"Thank you! It's nice that you're here."

Both men were rather uncertain what to say. Craig let his eyes wander around the room. The attention was gone again and people were standing around in small groups sipping champagne and were looking at the big canvases. Brian Kinney was standing next to Jennifer, had and arm around Molly and the three of them were laughing about something Jen's companion was telling.

"So…ahm..you're still together with this guy, huh?" Craig asked after the short break.

"Yeah!" Justin laughed, "it seems as if we can't live without each other. Believe me, we tried more than once, but it's not working." He was smiling while looking at his boyfriend.

"Yeah, well… I'm still thinking he isn't the right…" Mr. Taylor started.

Believe me, he is!" Justin interrupted his father. "He is. He's everything I want, everything I'll ever need." He declared.

They were silent for another moment.

"Ahm…how about you…well…say hi?" Justin carefully asked.

"No. No, I don't think that's a good idea. I…I have to go, Justin. It was nice to see you again and congratulations again." Craig nodded one last time and quickly left the gallery.

When he was standing on the other side of the road, he looked back at the brightly lit windows of the art gallery. In the background he could see that Justin was now standing with his mother and the young guy while Brian was standing behind him, his arms tightly wrapped around the younger man's waist and was talking into his ear, both men with big smiles on their faces. And suddenly Craig Taylor realized that for the last seven years he hasn't belonged to his son's family anymore. This bunch of weirdoes in there was his family, because they have always been around, always supported and always loved Justin.

"I'm proud of you!" Craig quietly exclaimed, turned around and disappeared into the dark night, not noticing the watchful brown eyes which had followed every step of his since they had spotted him in the gallery. Brian Kinney tightened his arms around the younger man's waist and hoped that for once Craig Taylor's appearance wouldn't harm Justin again.

~End~