“I want to start a garden.”

“Oh.” That is pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

“A vegetable garden. We can grow our own food.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, apprehensively, as he thinks back to every plant he’s ever killed in his life. “You know I have a black thumb right? I don’t know how much I’d be able to help with this.”

Christopher rolls his eyes. Eddie still can’t get used to that, and has absolutely no idea where he gets that from, no matter what his family says. “You’re not allowed to do any of it. Buck’s going to help.”

Buck and Christopher start a garden. Eddie is in love. (Words: 8,053)