Moritz ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found his father talking on the phone to his grandparents. He reached up and tapped his dad on the shoulder, who glanced down at him and rolled his eyes, before motioning for him to hurry up and talk.

"Can I invite Melchior over for Christmas dinner tonight?" he asked hopefully. Moritz's father thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Yeah sure, just call him and let him know to be here by nine."

Moritz grinned and turned to run back up the stairs to grab his phone. When he got to his room, the brunette grabbed his phone from where it was charging on the bed and called Melchior.

He answered after a few rings. "Hey sweetheart," Melchior said kindly when he answered. Moritz held the phone a little closer to his ear and said, "Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight? My dad is in a good mood today."

Melchior was silent for a few seconds. "Yeah sure. What time?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Perfect, see you then," his boyfriend said before he hung up. Moritz smiled happily to himself before he set his phone back down on the bed.

About an hour later and there was a knock on the door. Moritz through the house towards the front door and opened it to find his boyfriend standing there on the steps.

He was about to give him a hug when his father walked up behind him. Melchior smiled at his dad and reached past Moritz to shake his hand.

"It's nice to see you again Melchior," his father greeted him, letting go of his hand after a moment. "How's school?"

Melchior shrugged. "It's pretty good."

Moritz was starting to feel a bit awkward, so he grabbed Melchior's arm and told his dad they were going up to his room until his grandfather arrived.

When they finally got to Moritz's room, Melchior shut and locked the door, before gently pushing Moritz over to the bed. They both sat down and Melchior pressed a hand to Moritz's cheek, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

When Moritz pulled away, Melchior grinned at him. "Merry Christmas baby."

Moritz smiled back. He leaned forward and pushed a strand of hair behind his boyfriend's ear and whispered, "Merry Christmas Melchi," back.

They both shuffled over to the back of the bed and laid down with their heads against the pillows, and Melchior's arms around Moritz. "I'm so glad you could come," Moritz muttered, as Melchior hugged him.

"I missed you," Melchior replied, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I missed you too," Moritz said, grabbing onto his arm and kissing the top of his hand.

The two lovers laid there in comfortable silence for about five minutes until Moritz's father knocked on the door. Moritz and Melchior quickly moved away from each other, but relaxed when they remembered that Melchior had locked the door.

Moritz hopped up and hurried over to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door to see his dad standing there with his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

"Your grandfather is downstairs waiting, so bring your friend down," he told Moritz, before walking back downstairs. Melchior got up from the bed and walked over to the door.

"Ready to go?" Moritz asked. Melchior nodded and they both hurried down the stairs and into the dining room where they were going to be eating.

An older man, who Melchior guessed was Moritz's grandfather, was already sitting at the table, doing something on his phone. He looked up, however, when Moritz and Melchior sat down across from him, leaving the chair at the head of the table for Moritz's father.

"How are you Moritz?" the older man asked politely, sliding his phone into his pocket to pay attention to his grandson.

Moritz smiled at him. "I'm good," he replied.

"Why don't you introduce me to your friend?" his grandfather said. Moritz nodded and reached over to fix the tablecloth in front of him as he answered.

"This is my friend Melchior Gabor," he replied, as Melchior gave him a little wave.

Moritz's father finally brought the food in and set it on the table, before sitting down at the head of the table. He said the blessing, and they all began eating.

Everyone ate in silence for a few minutes before Moritz's grandfather spoke up. "Isn't it something that same-sex marriage was just made legal?"

Moritz and Melchior immediately stiffened and focused extra hard on their food. Moritz's father nodded in agreement and reached forward to grab another roll.

Moritz's grandfather leaned to the side and muttered into his son's ear, "I hope you're raising Moritz right. I would hate for him to end up like that."

Melchior glanced up at his boyfriend and saw that Moritz's face was pale, so he reached over under the table and started rubbing his back soothingly.

Moritz's father whispered back, "Don't worry. I'd disown him if he was. No son of mine is going to be a homosexual."

All of a sudden, Moritz pushed his chair back from the table, held a hand over his stomach, and announced, "I feel a bit sick," then ran out of the room.

Both of the other men looked confused at Moritz's sudden outburst. Melchior slowly stood up and awkwardly stated, "I'm going to go check on him."

The teenager hurried down the hallway and up the stairs to Moritz's room. He slowly pushed the door open and found Moritz sitting on his bed, with his head in his hands.

Melchior hurried over to where his boyfriend was sitting and sat down next to him, rubbing his back.

"Moritz?"

The brunette looked up at him with tears in his eyes and Melchior gave him a worried look. Moritz groaned and put his head back in his hands.

"He's bound to find out about us Melchior!" he exclaimed. "And then I'll get disowned," he said more quietly.

Melchior didn't know what to say, so he just reached over and pulled his boyfriend into his arms and gently started rocking them back and forth.

"I'll always be here for you though, you know that right? No matter what happens," he told him. "Hopefully your dad will be reasonable about this and decide what matters more to him: his beliefs or his son."

Moritz nodded as he started to calm back down. He sighed as he shuffled over into Melchior's lap, so they were face to face. Moritz pressed his face into Melchior's shoulder and smiled a little as he felt the other teenager begin playing with his hair.

"You know I love you, right baby?" Melchior muttered gently. He felt Moritz nod and heard him whisper, "I love you too."

A few minutes passed before Moritz pushed back Melchior so he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. "We should probably head back down there," he said quietly.

Melchior wasn't entirely convinced. "Are you sure you feel better?"

Moritz nodded and said, "Yeah, I think so." Melchior gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed his hand.

"Just try not to let your dad get you, alright?" Moritz smiled weakly.

"I'll try."