- Harry AnderS -
'Born to be a King 1'
An inspirational fantasy
A retired psychotherapist meets a severely burnt little Gypsy boy, and takes him into his house. The boy turns out to be the Heir to the Throne.
Chapter 23 ended with:
"I hope you are not too mad at us... but... you see... we've made quite a mess of our sheets. We tried to be careful, but..."
He looked at me with some fear in his eyes.
"Boys, you NEVER have to be afraid of me. Do you understand? Never! And why should I be mad at you for something I'm doing myself from time to time?"
"You mean... you and HARRY? Or, you and John? Really?"
"Well... First, that would be none of your business! And second, I was talking about me and my right hand..."
Carl grinned and looked relieved; and now Jason blushed and looked at his feet...
"Please, put your stained sheets into the hamper, and get yourself clean ones from the hallway closet."
"Thank you, Pop, and you are the best. Come on, Carl; let's join the shower before they've used all the hot water..."
Chapter 24. Private talk, BJ wants to survive, and I am pampering my boy.
Little Harry and John cooked a healthy breakfast, and again we enjoyed a delicious meal.
Little Harry and John went into our backyard, to have another look at the huge pile of wood.
The boys decided to do some work on their tree house in advance:
"Do you have a tape measure, Dad, and a new piece of paper? We want to make a new provisional design."
"Have a look for paper and pencils in the upper left drawer of my desk; and a tape measure is in the garage."
Davey showed up in our backyard, ran up to me, and jumped up to let me catch him:
"I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. I was afraid you wouldn't be at home..."
He offered me a quick hug and a kiss, and enthusiastically joined little Harry and John.
Thomas showed up, being already clad in his swimming trunks; but he left us again:
"I came here for a swim, and not to build stupid tree houses. I think I'll go to a real swimming pool..."
Thomas sauntered home; and the boys shrugged and hasted inside to get a couple of sheets of paper.
I went to the kitchen, and brewed myself a cup of coffee.
Now and then, one of the boys showed up; to ask me a question, or just for a quick hug.
At noon, three hungry boys entered our living room:
"What are we going to eat, Dad? We are starved... and now we have made a really good design! We can't wait until Jason and Carl are back. What are they doing for so long?"
I prepared healthy sandwiches, of course helped by little Harry... or was it vice versa?
"Dad, will you help me with my mask? I want to collect Jason, Carl, and Nicky; or maybe rescue them from doing more chores."
I laughed, and helped him with his mask.
Half an hour later, my three boys rushed back to our house.
"Dad, we've helped Jason's Dad to clean up his garage and put all the garbage away. He wanted to sell his house, but Harry convinced him to wait until Jason is eighteen years old. Now, Jason is going to live in the house after his father dies, together with Carl and maybe Nicky; and his father wants to talk to you about it!"
The doorbell rang, and John rushed to the door.
"May I have a private talk with you, please?"
"Then, let's go to the living room. Boys, could you leave us alone for a moment?"
"Of course, Dad. We are going outside, to show Jason and Carl our new design. Oops, sorry... I forgot to include our best sketcher, Nicky."
Nicky beamed, and punched John's arm:
"I'm not THAT good at sketching. You are exaggerating..."
We left the boys alone, went to the living room, and took two opposite easy chairs.
"At first, I wanted to sell my house and set up a fund for Jason and Nicky, so that they were provided after I died. That way, Nicky could live with you, and Jason and Carl would be able to rent a room.
BJ took a sip of his coffee, and stared into space...
"I promised him to think about it; but I am sure he is right! Why should I sell our house, while there might be a cure for my cancer?
He sniffled, and wiped his eyes with his handkerchief:
"I will go to that hospital as soon as possible, to undergo their treatment. Without any treatment, I will die within a few months; but now I want to do everything I can for my boys. I want to see them growing up, and I will see Jason and Carl being happy with each other...
Of course, I knew a good lawyer, and BJ looked relieved:
"May I consider you my friend? You've done so much to help me and my boys..."
Now, it was my turn to sniffle and wipe my eyes.
"I've never had a real friend. I was always the big bully... Nobody ever liked me... Now it's almost too late..."
"It's never too late for a change, BJ. And, you DID change! I'm happy to have you as my friend."
We sat down again, and talked about how we should go on from here.
The boys were in a heavy discussion about their new tree house and about two trees being too far apart...
After a while, BJ coughed and asked for attention:
"Boys, can I have your attention for a moment? I want to talk about a couple of things Big Harry and I have spoken about...
For twenty very long seconds, the room was dead silent...
"Yes! Yes, sir! I want you to be my new Dad! I've always wanted to have a new Daddy... I love you, Daddy; and, yes, I want to be your son!"
Everybody started to cheer and congratulate Carl and BJ.
Suddenly, Carl looked at me with a hint of fear in his eyes, and stuttered:
"Sorry, Pop... I know that YOU wanted to adopt me, but..."
"Don't be sorry, Carl, because I only wanted to help you out of that prison. You will always be my special friend, and I will always try to help you; but now you have found yourself a real Daddy. I am sure that BJ will be a wonderful Dad to you, and be assured that you are having my absolute blessings!"
Carl looked relieved, left his new Daddy, and offered me a fat kiss.
"Thank you, Pop; for rescuing me from that orphanage and giving me my new Daddy. I will always think of you as being my third Dad. May I come back for a visit now and then?"
"You will always be welcome in my house! That counts for all of you. In some way, we are sort of a big family..."
Of course, the others piled up to us to join our cuddle; and, within a second, I was buried under all my boys.
BJ decided to go home, because he felt too tired and wanted to lie down.
Before leaving, Jason looked at me and hesitated:
"Pop, what about our tree house? What do you think... could we build it now as Carl and I planned it two years ago, in our own backyard?"
Ten minutes later, we loaded the first pile of wood onto the roof of our golden van.
BJ put his enormous arms around his flock, and beamed:
"From now on, everything is as it should be, and thank you again for all your valuable help!"
Jason had some consultation with Carl, nodded, and told us:
"Of course, all of you are still welcome to help us with our tree house!"
Immediately, little Harry fished a piece of paper out of his back pocket, and showed it to them:
"Now we can build your tree house as I originally designed it!"
All of us started to laugh, and Jason and Carl told little Harry that they couldn't think of any better layout...
Finally, we left BJ, Jason, Carl, and Nicky; and drove home in our beautiful golden van.
Our house felt a bit empty, after all the emotions and happenings of the past days.
"From now on, only John and I are living here, Dad... just like it was before."
John nodded, and thought:
"After my Mom is home again, it will be only you and Dad, and maybe now and then me..."
Little Harry looked a bit tired, and yawned:
"Dad? Do I HAVE to cook tonight, or shall we order pizzas? I feel worn out after carrying all that lumber..."
"You poor little cookie! Of course, you will need your rest. What kind of pizza shall we order?"
Davey looked a bit glum, and told us with a sad face:
"Sorry, Pop, but Mom told me to be home before six o'clock. We are going to a birthday party this evening."
We wished him a nice evening, and he told us he would try to be back the next afternoon.
John went to the phone on my desk, and ordered pizzas for the three of us.
"I don't know what's feeling better: a house full of friends, or just us. A full house is a lot of fun, but just the three of us also feels nice..."
Our pizzas were delivered after twenty minutes; and devoured in no time.
At eight o'clock, the telephone rang.
"It's my Mom... She is home now, and she wants to visit us."
"Of course, your Mom is welcome! Tell her the coffee will be ready."
Two minutes later, our doorbell rang, and John opened the front door and welcomed his Mom.
John climbed onto his mother's lap; and little Harry climbed onto my lap.
"Today, I was feeling homesick and lonely, despite of living in my mother's house. That's why I decided to go home early...
"Of course I agree. You are his mother, and John belongs to you and to his own family. Thank you for trusting me, and for allowing your son to be with us so much. I really enjoy his company. He is a wonderful friend, to both me and the other boys!"
We talked some more; and, of course, John had to tell Trudy everything about our big and small adventures, now and then filled in by little Harry.
"I'm feeling tired, and I think it's time to go home. Thank you for everything! Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow?"
"Well, I would really appreciate that! What do you think Harry, shall we accept the invitation?"
Little Harry looked at me with a naughty smile on his face:
"Of course, we accept a free meal! That way, I don't have to cook tomorrow..."
I chuckled, ruffled his hair, and tickled his ribs:
"You poor little cookie! We are really misusing you!"
Everybody laughed, even little Harry himself.
Suddenly, our house felt very empty.
Little Harry stretched out onto our waterbed, looking dreamily:
"Dad, will you pamper me?"
Instinctively, I knew what he meant...
This evening, he was tired, and he WANTED to be that little boy!
"What is it, my little soul mate? What are you crying for?"
"I don't know... I think I'm feeling too happy. My mother always sucked on my toes, after she washed them...
Suddenly, he got a naughty smile on his face:
"Now, you are sucking on them BEFORE you wash them... and that's making you a dirty old man!"
I tickled his feet on purpose, and he squirmed and roared with laughter:
"Let me go, you dirty old man. Rape!"
"What did you say I am?"
"You are my dirty old Dad, and I love you, but please stop tickling my feet."
Dirty old Dad got tears in his eyes, took him into his arms, and held him close...
"I thought you were going to pamper me? Come on, what’s next..."
I smiled, and slowly unbuttoned his trousers.
I looked at him, and I saw the most beautiful creature I had ever seen!
Tenderly, I lifted him off the bed and into my arms.
I sat down next to him, took the soap, and carefully lathered him up from head to toe.
I took him out of the shower stall, and carefully dried him everywhere.
"Thank you, Daddy. That was really nice! I'm happy we are together, and I love your body, your heart, and your soul."
I felt all mushy inside, and had to be careful not to crush him in my arms.
Thank you for reading the next chapter of this story 'Born to be a King 1 - My little Gypsy Prince.
Please, have a look at my children's series, about the same little Gypsy boy growing up in a secluded place in the Rumanian mountains; this time seen from his own point of view.
Just click this link to go there and read the latest and rewritten versions (recommended)!
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I wish you lots of Love in your Life, and Profound Peace in your Heart.