Well, who would have guessed that I could get off of my lazy ass and get another chapter posted? I now have my friend Justin looking over my chapters before I submit them, so from now on, the story should be improving! Also, while I'm here, I'd like to thank Rachel (author of 'Escape' and 'Choices') and Clive for all their support and encouragement (subliminal message: Go read their stories). I'd also like to say hey and thanks to my friend Neto who waits in anticipation for these new chapters. Another big thank you goes out to Justin who has been an avid supporter of mine since the beginning and someone who has FREELY volunteered to make my story better (subliminal message: worship the ground that he walks on...or, if the story sucks, blame him and not me. Hehehe!). It feels really good to have a reader and friend like him!
Disclaimer:
Blah, blah, blah...I have no idea whether or not anyone in this story is gay or straight and I personally don't give a damn! This is all from my mind and, as so often shown to me by reality, things rarely turn out the way that I think they will. Enjoy, but don't expect it to be true.
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D-Evolution
Chapter 8: The Trouble Over Breakfast
After the incident, my sleep was peaceful and dreamless. In the morning, I was awakened by Howie's lips as they made their way down my neck to my collarbone. My mouth formed into a huge smile as I opened my eyes and gazed down at the man who meant so much to me. He grinned at me and brought his lips to mine. We kissed for a few minutes until I told him that I had to shower and get ready.
"What are you going to tell the guys about Richie?" he asked while wrapping his arms around my waist.
I sighed, "Well, I plan on telling them, and YOU, everything over breakfast. If everyone is okay with Richie coming for the week, I'll see if his mother is willing to let him go."
At the mention of my son's mother, Howie was seized by fear. I saw this quickly and reassured him that I cared for him and no one else.
"Howie, don't worry about it. Angela and I were never together in the first place. I'll explain everything after I get ready."
He nodded his agreement and gave me another kiss before shoving me into the bathroom and telling me 'to hurry my ass up.' I giggled a bit as I turned the water to warm and then stepped in. When I finished my shower, I quickly shaved and brushed my teeth and then ran and got dressed in the bedroom. Howie had already gone to help with breakfast and as I walked out of my room, I could hear him tell the other guys that I had something important to talk to them about when the food was ready. Knowing what was coming next, I counted down from five, just reaching zero as Michelle came hurtling down the hallway towards me.
"You timing is impeccable as always, Sis. They could schedule covert missions by your timing," I smirked at her as her jaw bounced onto the floor.
"You told him?" she asked me incredulously and I just laughed in her face.
Not to be a dick or anything, but her face looked hilarious.
"I'm sorry, 'Chelle, but that was so damn funny! Yes, I told him. I couldn't go with him and BE with him like this without telling him about Richie. He deserved to know and so did the others."
"Well, he seems to have taken it pretty easily considering that he's in your kitchen grinning like an idiot. What the hell is that all about anyway?"
I smiled as I thought back to his acceptance of my son. That had been one of the greatest moments that I have ever experienced. I basked as I felt myself falling deeply in love with a wonderful man who cared for all of me...everything that I was and that included my child. How in the hell did I manage to get so lucky? Who cares?! I had found someone and had NO plans of letting him slip away from me now. Breaking myself from my thoughts, I grinned at my sister like an idiot and dragged her toward the dining room.
As we came to the end of the hall, I could smell the aroma of eggs and bacon. My stomach growled loudly when I entered the kitchen and the guys all smirked at my reaction to their cooking. My eyes got huge when I saw how much they had cooked.
"Shit guys! Were you expecting an army for breakfast?" I asked them incredulously.
"Hey this is just for us! We're growing boys!" That, of course, had to come from Nick. That boy had to have some workout routine to keep all that shit he eats from turning him into the Blob from Hell. And I wasn't the only one who thought this, but I was the one who kept it confined to my head.
"Yeah, growing horizontally, Twinkie Boy! Are those love handles I'm noticing on you?" Michelle asked with a leer as the other guys and I all snickered at Nick.
As his response, Nick simply lifted up his shirt and patted his defined stomach, "Do you see any fat here hon? Perhaps you'd like to feel for yourself?"
To my amazement, Michelle, not the least bit flustered, walked up to handsome blonde and ran her hand over his stomach. His smile at that, however, turned to a look of shock as she lowered her hand into his shorts and gripped his cock.
"That's not the only thing that there isn't much of!" she told him with a mischievous grin, "And I don't ever do anything with my brother's friends. We're gonna have to find you a woman that likes Vienna Sausages!" When she was finished, we all looked at her in temporary amazement and then, remembering what she was like, we all burst into uncontrollable laughter. I don't think Nick's eyes could have gotten any larger, nor his face any redder, as she removed her hands from his dick. It also didn't help his embarrassment when she grabbed him in a headlock and proceeded to noogie the hell out of him! Damn, one of these days I was going to have to introduce her to that concept called tact. Ehh, it wasn't worth the effort. She was harder to tame than a feral tiger. Why even try?
"Alright Michelle, that's enough of freaking out the young one. I think you might have to blow him now as an apology. I wouldn't want one of friends to be afraid of you," I just couldn't resist adding in my own two cents. Of course, Nick had to then walk over and slug my shoulder and tell me to shut up, but, hey, I was man enough to admit that I more than deserved it.
"Okay Doug, I'll behave. Now, let's eat before the damn food freezes!" All the guys agree with her, and after sitting down and saying grace, we started to eat. This was my cue to speak.
"Um, guys, I really needed to tell you something. You know that Howie invited me to go with you for this week and I accepted,' they all nodded in agreement, "Well, there is something that you need to know about before I can get on this tour with you." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the picture of me and my son that I had shown Howie last night and slid it across the table to Kevin. Since he was the person in the group who handles most of the group's business, I felt that he should get to see my son first.
I new that if there were problems, aside from Howie, he would be the one who would have to put the most effort into dealing with them. However, unlike Howie, I could see that he understood the situation right away. His look was one of immense shock. He didn't look pissed, which was a good thing, and that destroyed my worry. He passed the picture to the others around the table until it got to Howie.
"I saw it last night and just for the record, this hasn't changed anything for me."
AJ then spoke up in a confused tone, "What the hell are you talking about, D? What hasn't changed? Who is the little boy in the picture with Doug?" Brian and Nick also voiced their confusion. It was time for me to step in and explain.
"Guys, I just want you to know that I will completely understand if you hate me after this. It's happened to me before," I felt Howie grab my hand and squeeze it in support as I dropped the bomb on them, "This is a picture of me and my son Richie."
There was no sound then, absolutely none. It was horrible. Who knew that silence could be so deafening...so frightening?
The silence was short-lived, though, as the questions started to fly...but not all of them in my direction. Howie and Michelle weren't spared in the least. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 9: Meeting Richie
The questions came so quick and so many that no one was able to answer. However, I was finally able to quiet the guys down long enough to explain everything, including the things that I hadn't told Howie yet.
"Guys, listen to me and I'll tell you what's happening. When I was 15, I was really questioning my sexuality. I was coming to realize that I found men much more attractive than women. To see if that was truly how I felt, I wanted to test myself with a woman. I mean, I'd been with a few women before, but that was before I started to develop these feelings for other guys. There was a party for homecoming at my friend's house and I went. Everyone there got pretty blitzed and then they started to drift up to the bedrooms. My friend Angela grabbed me and dragged me upstairs behind her. She told me that she had wanted to fuck me for a really long time and now we had the chance to have some fun. Well, to make a long story short, while we were having sex, the condom broke. We were both too drunk to think anything of it and nothing was said about it until two months later when Angela sat me down and told me that she was carrying my child." I stopped here to take a breath I continued and Howie rubbed my back and told me to go on.
"When she told me that her parents were in the car outside and wanted to talk to me, I was scared shitless. She called them in and before they even sat down they were screaming at me about taking advantage of their daughter.
They were threatening to have me arrested for statutory rape," I was aware of the gasps that escaped when I told them that, but I hadn't gotten to the worst part yet, "They also threatened to have my child given away for adoption." I started crying then. I could still remember the horror I felt knowing that they were threatening to give away my child as revenge and I was too young to know that they couldn't do that without my permission. When I was able to get my emotions under control again, I continued. "We fought for an hour until my mother got home from work and, hearing the yelling, rushed in to see what was wrong. After hearing Angela's parents blame my mother and myself, Mom called my father and he quickly came home from work. He took charge when he got there and asked to hear what had happened from us. When Angela explained that she was the one who dragged me upstairs, her parents suddenly got very quiet. They had never given her the chance to fully explain the situation before they lost it. Apparently, they had driven over right after they found out from their daughter. They actually apologized to me, but said that they weren't going to keep the baby and wanted nothing to do with it. You see, they are EXTREMELY religious people and this went against many things that they believed in. Angela began crying because she didn't want to give up her baby, but her parents silenced her saying that they would not have their daughter see as a whore and sinner. Seeing how much pain she was in, I quickly excused myself and my parents and led them outside and explained my plan to them. After I was finished, I sent them back in and they told Angela that I wanted to speak with her on the front porch. Her parents objected, but mine explained that this would solve everything. They grudgingly agreed and she met me outside.
As she came out, she told me that her parents were sending her to a private school in the next county to live with her aunt so that no one here would know what had happened and about the pregnancy. This actually worked with my plan. You see, I wanted her to have the baby and then my parents would take custody until I was 18, and then, when she was in college and away from her parents they would transfer custody to us. In the meantime, after the child was born, I would take the baby to see her as often as I could, but the last two parts we wouldn't tell her family until it was done.
She was so excited that she was going to get to keep her baby. I can't explain to you the joy in her eyes. We finalized everything and then went in to talk to her parents. They were relieved to hear that we would take the child and take responsibility for it. We agreed that when Angela gave birth, my parents and I would be there to take custody. Finally, everything was settled and they left. I didn't get off easy. My parents tore into me and we fought for weeks. Eventually they were able to deal with it and told me that they were behind me. That was one of the closest moments I have ever had with them and that closeness has stayed." By this time everyone had tears in their eyes, including my sister, and I went on to finish the story.
"After that, my mom and dad started to get excited because they were going to be grandparents (even though they were only 38 at the time) and we got a nursery set up at the house. Eventually, the time came and we all rushed to the hospital for the birth of my child. I was frightened and scared at the same time and my adrenaline was through the roof. On July 27 at 7:16 am, Angela gave birth to our son. I can't tell you how happy we both were. She stayed at the hospital for a week because the birth had adversely affected her blood pressure, but finally, it was time for me to take our son Richie. She cried a lot that day and made me promise that I would take good care of him for her. I promised her that I would and whispered in her ear that she would be seeing a lot of us in the near future. After that, at least three times a week, I would take Richie to where she worked so that she could spend some time with her. I could tell that this was really taking a hard toll on her and reassured her that, when she turned 18 in 14 months and we had both graduated high school, she would get joint custody of him with me. I can still remember the day that that actually happened. We hadn't told her parents so that they couldn't try to stop us. So, with my family backing us, we became the legal custodians of our son and still are. Angela lives here in Stockton as well. Since she had no desire to go to college, but rather wanted to join the work force, she decided that wherever I went to school she would move to. We trade off weeks now so that Richie can sped time with the both of us. I had actually dropped Richie off with his mother the day that I met you guys. He is everything to me and I'm glad to have found a man who didn't leave me when I told him that I have a child. I'd also love it if you would allow me to bring him this week. I think I can convince Angela to let him go with us, that is, if you still want me to go."
I smiled over at Howie when I said that and he positively beamed before giving me a kiss in return for my complement. That was short lived, however, as the guys all grabbed me in a rib-crushing group hug. They were telling me things like 'Of course we still want you to come' and 'Can't wait to get to know your little ankle biter on the trip'. I couldn't believe just how great they were being and it made me tear up. Richie deserved to have a good family to grow up in and I think that it had just gotten larger.
Pulling away from them, I couldn't help but feel happy. " So guys, would you like to go ever to Angela's and meet my son?" Their grins were answer enough for me and so I started to shove them toward their rooms, leaving the breakfast dishes on the table. We all got ready in record time and the headed out the door. Of course, Michelle had to come. She never missed a chance to see her little nephew. We all piled into her van and drove over to Angela's place. Now, some of you night think it cruel to subject a young woman to the orgasm that is the Backstreet Boys, but how could anyone pass up this chance to completely shock the hell out of a friend? That's what I thought! We pulled up and everyone quickly got out of the van. I rang the doorbell when I got to the door and I could soon here the sounds of Angela making her way toward me. I braced myself for her reaction, only to meet the eyes of my son as the door was opened. I swiftly picked him up and hugged him as he giggled and asked about the guys.
"Daddy, who are they?" he asked pointing at them and I chuckled.
"Ummm, you know that musical group the Backstreet Boys that mommy always listens to?" he shook his head yes, "Well, this is them. I want you to say hello to my friends Howie, Nick, Kevin, Brian, and AJ."
"Hi," was his shy response and they all knelt down to say their hellos. When he got to Howie, though, he shocked him a bit.
"Hey there, big guy! My name is Howie. It's good to meet you."
"Hi it's nice to meet you too. Are you my daddy's boyfriend?" Howie, of course, looked at me in askance and I explained to him that Richie always somehow knew whom I was dating. He's a VERY bright boy. Howie nodded his understanding and told my son that we were indeed dating. Having gotten the greetings with Richie out of the way, I took everyone inside and called for Angela. She told me that she was coming and I could hear her coming down the hall. The next thing I heard, though, was a stifled scream and then a thud as she caught sight of the guys. Everyone couldn't prevent themselves from laughing and we went to help Angela out of her boy-band overload. This was going to be fun!
To Be Continued...
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