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Author's Note:
I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.
I had a quiet, comfortable life living in a large house surrounded by 18 acres of trees. I'd bought the property and built the house 12 years ago, after the success of my first book. It's my oasis from the rest of the world and I loved the home's location. I'm about 3 miles from a small town that has a couple of restaurants, a gas station and a Dollar General and 12 miles west of the state capitol of Springfield. I just couldn't imagine living anywhere else with neighbors ten feet away. The solitude of living in the middle of 18 acres of trees also allowed me the freedom to live a nudist lifestyle. I rarely wore clothes at home and enjoyed the comfort, both indoors and out. I had created several trails through the trees and enjoyed regular walks as a form of exercise and relaxation. About the only time I ever wore clothes of any kind was when I had to leave the property or on those rare occasions I had guests to the house. After considerable success with four books, I am now essentially retired and am living off my investments and residual income from the books. I may write again in the future, but only time will tell.
And I was alone. The 4500-square foot house contained 4 bedrooms for the rare guests and the family I had originally planned to have one day. Those days were rapidly fading away and the family was no closer to being a reality than it was when I built the house. I realized shortly after moving in that I had to come to terms with myself before I could even consider marriage and children. And that meant less writing in the future so I would have more time available for the family I wanted. Despite the success of my first book, I decided I should write a few more before taking a break to work on the family thing and to allow my current comfort to continue.
As I worked on the next three books, I also spent a lot of time analyzing my feelings, needs and desires. A lot of time was spent lounging by the in-ground pool, my brain swirling with thoughts of what I wanted out of life and what I needed to do to achieve those goals. By the time the fourth book had been released to the bookstores, I had finally accepted the fact I was gay and the hopes of having any kind of family were dwindling rapidly. In reality, I always knew the truth, I had just refused to accept it. There were inklings of being different from other boys earlier in my life, and those inklings became undeniable forces during my early teens, but I had buried them deep inside in some vague hope they could be squashed like a bug and I could live a `normal' life.
Now, at 34, the feelings of my true self could no longer be denied and I was glad that I had never decided to marry. I could not envision the hell life would have been when any possible spouse discovered who I truly was. Everyone involved would be miserable in that situation, especially any kids, and I was glad that I was only one miserable now. I fought depression because I couldn't just delete the thoughts of having a family from my brain. I desperately wanted someone else in my life who could enjoy what I had to offer.
After much thought and introspection, I came to a decision one cold January afternoon while blindly staring at the sun glaring off the snow outside the sunroom. I finally decided to investigate the possibility of adopting to help give some meaning to my otherwise sad and lonely existence. I contacted my attorney, James Cantrell, and asked for a meeting to discuss some personal business, telling him to allow a couple of hours for the meeting. Since I was one of James' more prominent clients, we set an appointment for early the next week.
I was so excited to be doing something positive for once, I arrived for the meeting 30 minutes early. James' receptionist, Rose, asked me to have a seat and James would be with me shortly. I waited impatiently on the edge of my seat for the appointed time and at 10:00, James escorted his previous client out of his office and motioned me to come in. Once the office door was closed and we both were seated, James looked at me and said, "Good morning, Max. How's my favorite literary hack doing these days? Still pumping out the cheesy romances stories, I assume. I hope you've been well."
"I'm not doing too badly, you old horse thief, how about yourself?"
"Well, when I'm not busy stealing any horses, I manage to keep busy with divorces, trials, wills and such. You know, the life-blood of a being a lawyer."
"Glad to hear it, James."
"You were pretty cryptic on the phone last week. What possible personal business do you have to discuss that requires my services?"
I steeled myself and said, "James, I'm lonely and bored and I need to make some changes to in my life."
"Well, why don't you get the hell out of that shack you call a home occasionally and find yourself a nice lady with whom you can share your good fortunes?"
"That might work for most guys, James, but it won't work for me. I'm so glad this conversation is happening as attorney and client so you can't repeat this to another living soul without my permission. I haven't told anyone else yet, but since it will, I'm sure, have some bearing on our discussion, you need to know that I am gay." Despite knowing and working with Max for many years, this was certainly news to James and the surprise showed on his face. "I know you weren't expecting to hear that particular tidbit of news today, but it's important to our discussion," I continued.
"Well, I'm glad you feel you could tell me and trust me to keep this confidential. I'm sorry for the `deer-in-the-headlights' look, but you caught me off-guard Max. I've known you for years, since before your first book was released, and I never would have suspected you were gay. That was the absolute last thing I expected to hear when you said you wanted to meet about some `personal business'."
"It took me a long time to come to terms with that fact, James, and it wasn't easy to say to anyone else since I only settled that battle in my own mind recently. But, that's not the big news. I'm sure the fact that I am gay will influence the main subject of this meeting."
"Well, now you have certainly piqued my interest, Max. What could you possibly want to discuss that your sexuality will have any bearing."
I took a deep breath and blurted, "I want to adopt a kid."
"What!?" asked James as he stuck a finger in his ear as if to clear some blockage that was messing with his hearing.
I inhaled and slowly repeated, "I want to adopt a child. I have always wanted a family and since I won't scam any woman into a farce of a marriage to accomplish that goal, I want to adopt. Now, can you see how being gay will have some bearing on how best to make that dream a reality?"
"Most certainly, James. It's rare that a single male is allowed to adopt, and even rarer for a single gay male. In fact, it's practically unheard of, not in this state, anyway. I'm sure you realize that's the case or you wouldn't be here. But, I'll be glad to help in any way I possibly can. I guess the first question I have to ask you is what age child were you thinking about?"
"That's the first question you have?? I figured you would be asking if I wanted to adopt a boy or girl. Isn't that what everyone else will be asking?"
"You're probably right about that, but I think the age is more important."
"Well, I hadn't really thought that much about it, James, but now that asked, give me a moment." I looked out the window and pondered the question for a few minutes, then brought my focus back to James and said, "Okay, after some quick thought, I think maybe a child in the six to ten-year old range."
"Why that age, Max? Most folks who adopt prefer to adopt babies."
"Well, to be quite honest, while I have always wanted to have a family, I was never that thrilled about the whole diaper-changing, middle-of-the-night feeding, toddler aspect of having a kid. And if I can skip over that period of life, it would be perfect."
"Okay, that's one important question down. Now to the second important question. Would you prefer to adopt a boy, girl, or does it matter?"
"Now this one, I have thought about. A lot. And despite how it sounds, I think I would prefer to adopt a boy. I may not be the manliest man, but I'm definitely not a girly-man either. I could offer a lot to either a boy or a girl and will accept either as my child, but I think I would deal better with a boy. I just don't think I could deal with all the girl stuff of puberty and beyond."
"That's a good honest answer, Max, and it will definitely be important as we proceed. My next question is how soon would you like this happen? This is January, and adoptions under normal circumstances can take a year or more. And we really aren't dealing with what you would call `normal' circumstances, now, are we?"
"No, we're not, James and that's why I wanted you involved from the very beginning. I had hoped that we could accomplish this by June so we would have the summer to get settled in and get a routine established before we have to deal with starting school and all that."
"So, June, next year, right?" James asked.
"Oh, no, June this year," I replied. "Now that I've made this decision, I don't want to put it off any longer than I have to. I'm not getting any younger, you know."
"Well, that's certainly pushing the time frame, but let me make some inquiries and see what I can do. Now, I'll need to provide some pretty detailed personal information about you to whoever I talk to, things like income, debt, health, etc. Do I have your permission to do so?"
"Since you're my attorney, you have all that info available and you are free to share anything and everything necessary to help the process."
"Including the fact about you being gay?" James asked.
"Everything," I replied. "I don't want to hide anything. I fear if we hide that and it comes out later, then folks will get the wrong idea and I'll be unjustly persecuted for being a sick pervert. I don't want that happening. The only request I have is that you hold that particular detail until after things look promising."
"Max, if we don't disclose your sexuality up front, then it will most assuredly look like you are trying to do something sneaky. How about we disclose all the important information, including your sexuality, first and withhold just your name until we can meet with someone?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "That should work, James. Me being gay will eventually come out and be news for while, but I'll deal with it as needed. Since I'm still working on that acceptance process myself, I don't want to have to deal with the media hype and bullshit at the same time. I should have a firm handle on the situation by the time it becomes public and I'll be in a better frame of mind to cope with it."
"That sound like a fair plan to me, Max. I don't think there's anything else I need from you at this time, so why don't you go home and start thinking about what you need to do to prepare your home for a life as a parent. I obviously can't promise quick results, but I will do my best."
"I know you can't make any promises, but get started, James. Now that I've made this realization and decision, I'm anxious to get started with the rest of my life. I finally have something to look forward to."