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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.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/moments
After just a few moments, the office door opened and in walked four boys. They filed into the room with a minimum of pushing and prodding and sat together on the couch while James and I moved to separate chairs at each end of the couch.
Anna began the conversation with, "Boys, this is Mr. Maxwill Sanders and he is hoping to adopt a child. We thought you four might be interested in meeting him and we can see what happens."
I gave the boys a little wave with a sheepish look on my face. The boys' faces lit up with anticipation and hope at the news that they were being considered for adoption.
Anna continued, "Now before you all get wild ideas and dreams going on in your heads, there are a few things you need to know. Mr. Sanders is not married so he will be a single parent. While he is not the type of person we regularly consider as being an adoptive parent since he is single, we feel that whichever one of you he decides to adopt will be very well taken care of. He lives alone in a large house that sits in the middle a large copse of trees. He built the house some years ago in the hopes of marrying and having children, but those plans have not worked out for him. He is now trying to adopt. Out of all the children in our system, you four, we felt, were the most likely candidates to become Mr. Sanders' son. The gentleman with Mr. Sanders is his attorney, Mr. Cantrell. Now, I'll turn the rest of this meeting over to Mr. Sanders. If you need anything, I'll be at my desk right over there working on some paperwork, okay?"
Anna received affirmative nods from all six of us and moved off to her desk.
I looked at the four boys and started the conversation. "Hi guys, it's great to meet you. As Anna said, my name is Maxwill Sanders, but you can call me Max. Everybody else does. As Anna told you, I'm a single guy and I have always wanted to have a family. I'm 34 and life has kept me very busy to this point and I feel now is a good time to get started on that dream. Anna thinks one of you four might like to become my son. I'd like to talk to you a bit, find out a little bit about each of you, and see how you would feel about being adopted. Anna and I have told you a bit about me, why don't you each tell me a little bit about yourselves?"
The four boys looked at each other with a look in their eyes that said, "I'm not going first, you do it." All four looked back at me, mute. I decided I was going to have to give a little prod to get things going here. I looked at Alexander and asked, "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Alexander?"
He stammered, "I don't know what to say. I've given up on being adopted. Since my brother and I are twins, we've been here a long time `cause nobody wants to take two kids and I won't go anywhere without my brother. He won't go anywhere without me, either."
"Well, I'll be honest with you. I had planned on adopting only one child at this time, but if things work out and it seems like we'd be a good fit, I wouldn't have a problem taking both of you into my home."
Alexander and Joseph looked at each other with relief in their eyes as they took in the news that this just might work out for them. Joseph looked back at me and asked, "Really? You'd be willing to adopt both of us? Wow, that'd be great."
"I sure would," I replied. "Now, can either or both of you tell me a little bit more about you?"
Alexander started, "Well, our parents died when we were four. They were in a bad car wreck and they were killed while we were at home with a babysitter. We've been here ever since."
Joseph added, "Me and Alexander do everything together and always have. That's why we won't leave the other one here. We couldn't stand being separated."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that, boys. Like I said, I would be willing to adopt both of you."
"Would we get our own bedrooms?" Alexander asked. "We've never had separate rooms and the foster family we've lived with thinks that since we're twins, we should always be in the same room together."
"Well, I have three unused bedrooms in my home, so, yeah, I don't see why you each couldn't have your own if you wanted."
"Cool," said Joseph.
"What about you, Michael? Would you like to come live with me and have me as your dad?"
"I guess," he said meekly. "I never really thought about it much. I just figured I'd live with my foster parents until I got out of school."
I looked at Thomas next and he started talking before I could open my mouth.
"Why ain't you married? Are you one of them fags? I ain't gonna' to live with no damn fag! Is that other guy queer, too?" he demanded.
I was stunned at the question from the youngster and I looked over at Anna to see how she reacted. Anna gave me a slight nod that I took to mean it's a valid question and one that deserves an answer.
I looked Thomas straight in the eyes and replied, "While I didn't expect that question today and the way you worded it was quite rude, I'll give you an honest answer. The word fag is not one I like and I don't want to hear it again. Now, to answer your question, yes, I am gay." I caught a quick, knowing look pass between Joseph and Alexander, but they remained silent. "I prefer the company of another man. Since I just recently settled that question myself, I have been alone as I dealt with my feelings all these years. It would not have been fair to marry some nice lady while I was figuring things out for myself. Now that I realize the truth about myself, I can move on with the rest of my life. As to James, I'm pretty sure he is not gay since he's been married 25 years and has three kids. Heck, he didn't even know I was until I told him just last week. James is my attorney and he is here to help me work through this process. Does that answer your question?"
"Yeah, I guess. I still don't think I want to live with you."
"Let me tell you all something. While I may be gay, I have no interest in boys. You would all be perfectly safe. If you become my son or sons, I will protect you with every fiber of my being and do my best to make sure no one hurts you ever again. Does that sound okay to you?"
I received nods from all four boys, though Thomas still seemed a bit reluctant to accept what I said.
All four boys looked at me like I was a demon come to steal their souls. Joseph asked the next question, "Are you talking to only boys are you going to talk to girls also?"
Again, I glanced at Anna and received a nod to continue. "Well, over the years, I've thought a lot about the type of family I would like to have and I really don't have a preference as to whether I adopt a boy or a girl. But to tell you truth, I just don't think I would do very well dealing with some of the issues girls deal with as they get older. I think I would be much more comfortable and helpful dealing with boys as they grow up. I'm much more familiar with their issues."
All four looked at each other again and seemed to accept this. The questions returned to your more normal questions from six to eight-year-old kids and we chatted about a bit of everything for the next hour. At the end of our time, Anna excused the boys and asked them to wait with her receptionist for a bit while we talked a bit more. Each boy came to shake my hand and thank me for talking to them. Thomas was last and added in a small whisper, "Sorry for being rude. I think I might like to live with you after all. If I didn't make you mad and you'll let me."
"Thanks, Thomas, I appreciate and accept your apology. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened." Thomas wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a quick hug. I hugged him back to show there were no hard feelings and patted him on the back letting him know he needed to catch up to the others.
The boys left the office and Anna rejoined James and myself. "Well, Max, what did you think of the boys?"
"I think they're all great. Thomas seems to be a bit rough around the edges, and his first question really surprised me, but I still think he's a great kid."
"I must say his question shocked me quite a bit, also. But then again, Thomas has always been quite outspoken and not afraid to share his thoughts. You handled your response very well, though, and I appreciated your honesty and candor. I think that really helped put an end to that line of questions in a very tactful way."
"Well, I didn't know what else to say so I figured the truth was the best way to go. I know they're just kids, but kids today seem to know so much more than we give them credit for."
"Too true," replied Anna. "Now that you've met the boys, what are your thoughts?" asked Anna.
"My first thoughts are that, like I said, they are all great boys. I could see myself adopting any of them. It's really kind of hard to form a real opinion based on such a short conversation with the four of them together. But I really liked the way they treated each other. They all seemed pretty comfortable together," I said.
"That's true Max, but this was meant to be just a quick meeting to see how things went. If you have particular interest in any of the boys, we will schedule a couple more meetings and perhaps and outing or two so you can get better acquainted with all four boys individually. Plus, we must do inspections of your home to make sure we approve of the living conditions and other things before we could proceed any further."
"That sounds great Anna, but I have another idea for you to consider."
"And what would that be, Max?"
"As you know from the information sent over by James, here, I have a large house just waiting for someone to help me finally make it a home. What would you think of all four boys coming out and spending a weekend at the house with me? That would give us a better chance to get to know each other. They could see where they would be living, do some swimming, walk through the woods on some of the trails I've created and get a few days away to have some fun. One of your staff would be welcome to come along. With three empty bedrooms, Alexander and Joseph could use one, Thomas and Michael could use one and your staff member could use the third one. That would give me a good chance to see how the boys react to life in the woods and give you and your staff someone onsite to see how things go. That would kill two birds with one stone."
"Well, now, I hadn't thought about that, but it could possibly work. Let me talk to my staff about it I'll get back to you in a few days and let you know."
"Don't hesitate to contact me if you need. You have my phone numbers and if you can't get in touch with me, you are welcome to contact James. I can't imagine not being available for anything, but just in case. Feel free to work with James as you do your investigation and background checks and whatever else you need to do."
"I'll do that, Max. It was a pleasure to meet with you two again today and I'll be in touch as soon as possible."
"Come on, James, let's get out of here so Anna can get to work."
We left Anna's office and as we passed the boys sitting in the lobby, they each came up again to say goodbye. I told them all that I hoped to see them again soon and James and I headed out for the car ride back to his office. It was a quiet ride as my brain swirled with thoughts of suddenly becoming a father after the last 12 years of living alone. I was anxious and scared all at the same time. James tried to start a conversation several times, but I was lost in my own mind.
When we arrived as James' office, he invited me in to chat a bit. I accepted and we headed to his office. Once seated, James asked, "So, what thoughts are percolating through that gray matter you laughingly call a brain, Max?"
"Everything, man. Am I sure about this? Am I doing the right thing? Can I really provide a good home to any of those kids? Am I in too deep? What the hell am I doing?!?"
James came back with, "Yes, yes, yes, damn right and losing your mind."
I shook my head to clear my mind and asked, "Huh? What sort of gibberish is that?"
James smiled and said, "I was just answering your questions. Yes, you're sure about this or we wouldn't be here, having this discussion. Yes, you are doing the right thing. Yes, you can give a good home to any of those boys and will be happy doing so. Damn right you are in too deep, but you can swim back to the surface any time. As to what the hell you're doing, that is losing your mind, but in a very good way, Max."
"God, I hope so. This is happening so fast, I keep having to pinch myself to make sure it's not a dream. After our first meeting, did you really think we'd be making this kind of progress already?"
"Absolutely not. I was certain nobody would even talk to us once I informed them of your sexuality. Like I told you during our first meeting, it's extremely rare that a single male, especially a gay one, would be even considered for adoption."
"But you made calls anyway. Why?"
"I'm your attorney, Max, and it's my job to do as you request, no matter the result. Still, I tried several other agencies before finding Anna and her group. They were semi-willing to consider a single parent but once they heard that the person was a single, gay male, they quickly lost all interest. One even said, and I quote, `You've got to be fucking kidding me. Take a hike pervert. I hope you rot in hell.' Even Anna wasn't thrilled at the prospect, but, having met you, I think she's coming around. I must say I'm nicely surprised."
"I'm just surprised as hell. I didn't think this would be easy, but Anna sure does seem willing to help."
"Yes, she does. I think the need for adoptive parents is great and that's why she's considering it for you. We'll just have to wait and see how things go the next few weeks and months before we declare victory."
"That's not a problem, James. I've waited this long, I can wait some more. It won't be easy, but I'll survive it. Well, I better get going and let you take care of some other clients, though you probably won't need them with all the money you're charging me right now. Thanks for all your help, James, and if anything comes up, let me know."
"I'll keep you updated with any new developments, Max. Now, go home and keep working on your lists and getting ready to be a father."
We shook hands and I headed for my car. Once ensconced in the leather seats of the Shelby, I rested my head on the steering wheel for a few minutes before trying to drive. I had to collect my thoughts before I headed out so I wouldn't be hazard to the other folks with whom I'd be sharing the road. Once I pulled myself back together, I headed out of the parking lot and instead of heading directly home, I turned in the direction of the Ford dealer so I could talk to the Herb and check the status of my new Flex.
I arrived at the dealership and asked the receptionist to see Herb, the sales manager. She checked and told me he was in a meeting with a customer and it would be about 15 to 20 minutes before he was available. I wandered the sales floor while I waited. After seeing the other cars Ford was currently offering, I decided that I had made a good decision on the selecting the Flex. It looked like it would have plenty of room and be comfortable for everyone. It wasn't nearly as big as the Excursion, but I really didn't want anything that big. Driving that monstrosity would be like driving a semi after tooling around in the Shelby.
Herb finally freed up about 30 minutes later and called me into his office. After taking seats, Herb asked, "How ya' doing Max? That Shelby still treating you well?"
"It's great, Herb. Best damn car I've ever had. I wanted to stop by and see what's up with the Flex I ordered last week."
"Well, the order's placed with the factory, let me check the production schedule and see what we're looking at for delivery. Give me just a moment." Herb punched some keys on his computer and pulled up the schedule. After a moment and a few more keystrokes, "At this time, the computer's showing the start of production is scheduled for three weeks from yesterday. It usually takes a few days to build and quality check the vehicle, then about two or three weeks for delivery to the dealership."
"That sounds like it should be just perfect, Herb. I can't wait to get it."
"Can I ask a question, Max?"
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"Well, it just seems a bit odd for you to be buying a Flex when you have the Shelby. You're not planning on trading it in, are you?"
"Oh no, I love that car too much to consider doing that. I'm just going to need a bigger vehicle shortly and want to be prepared when the time comes."
"Okay, now my curiosity meter's pinging off the dial. Why would a single guy like you be needing a bigger vehicle?"
"Well, I hate to say anything for fear I'll jinx it, but I'm hoping to adopt and I figured that with a kid and friends and their stuff, the Shelby would be quickly packed to the gills. I want to be ready with a bigger car when the time comes."
"Congratulations, that's great Max, and the Flex will be perfect for that. Plenty of room for you, a couple kids and whatever else you will need to haul."
"I just figured it would make more sense than trying to stuff it all in the `Stang. Now, how do you want to handle payment? I've brought my checkbook so I can give you a deposit on the car."
"Don't worry about that, Max. I know you're good for it. With tax, title, license and other fees, you're looking at about 52 to 53 grand. If you can bring a cashier's check for the final total once the car comes in, I'll even knock a few grand off the price for ya'."
"That sounds fine, Herb. Let me know the total when the time comes, and I'll do just that. But, instead of reducing the price of the vehicle, would you consider donating to a worthy organization in the same amount?"
"That's a great idea, Max. It's not like you need the money yourself, is it?" he chuckled.
I laughed along with him. "No, I don't, but I do know a place that would make good use of a donation."
"Once we have everything settled on the car, we'll make the donation in your name."
"Oh, no, you can't use my name. I want the donation to go to the agency I'm working with on the adoption process and I don't want them thinking I'm trying to buy their decision in any way. You will need to send the money in either your name or the dealership's name. My name can't be involved in any way, shape or form with it."
"Gotcha, Max. No problem. We'll use the dealership, that way I can reduce my tax bill next year."
"Thanks, Herb, I knew you'd understand. Well, I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to selling some cars."
"Happy to help, Max. I'll be in touch as we get closer delivery of the car."
"Sounds good, Herb. Have a great afternoon."