Wild Quiet

Twilight hung soft over the Tennessee mountains, the fire’s glow fading to embers as Ethan and Ted crouched by the lake’s edge. Fish sizzled over a makeshift grill, smoke curling thick with pine into the cooling air. Six months in Willow Creek had them moving easy—Ethan speared a trout with a stick, flipping it deftly against the flames, while Ted fed the fire with steady hands. The wilderness hummed gentle around them, lake water lapping soft at the shore.

Ethan smirked. “Fish beats gas station coffee—finally some payoff.”

Ted chuckled low, poking the coals with a twig. “Told ya—out here’s better. Simple fixin’ does it.” His voice rolled steady, rural calm threading through, eyes soft on the fire.

Ethan leaned back on his haunches, stick steady in his grip, watching flames lick the fish. “Back there—coffee shops, late nights—I was a mess. Chasing shadows. Landed here. You’ve been more than solid. Your questions pull me out. Trust comes easy with you. Thanks for that.”

Ted’s gaze lifted, met Ethan’s—soft, steady—a flicker of warmth passing quiet between them. “You’ve held your own. More’n you reckon. Your spark’s a jolt—keeps me laughin’, thinkin’. Companionship I didn’t figure on. Thank you for stayin’.”

Ethan’s smirk softened, voice quieter now. “Didn’t think I’d stick. Figured I’d bolt. Your faith’s got me. Steady’s one thing, but you ground me. Keep me real. Thanks for holding that.”

Ted hummed—Clara’s old hymn faint under his breath, gentle and deep. “Faith’s held me. Mom’s tunes, Elaine’s hand. You comin’ along—your grit’s a fire. Trust grew quick with you—keeps me from settlin’ too still. Means plenty. Thanks for bringin’ that.”

The mountains stretched dark, lake’s shimmer fading to black. Ethan speared another fish and passed it to Ted. Their fingers brushed, light and warm. Ethan’s breath eased. Ted took it with a nod and speared a piece back.

Quiet stretched between them, fire’s glow framing their ease. Six months binding them tighter. Ethan’s city drift softened. Ted’s steady calm a mirror.

Faith hummed gentle in the air.

Ted shifted closer, his arm sliding around Ethan’s shoulders, warm and sure. Ethan held still a beat, then eased in. His arm settled around Ted, comfort sinking deep.

The wilderness cradled them as night fell full by the firelight.

(Chapter from Steady as the Pines in the Ethan & Ted series, contact me if interested in the whole story)