Date: Fri, 19 May 2017 08:15:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: Change of Heart chapter twenty-three

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Jim Ford

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This story is fiction.

The characters are adults in adult situations.

Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is
yourself. Trust no one; use condoms.

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Author's Note: Finally! Christmas is history with the end of this
chapter. 23 chapters to span roughly one week. Must be some kind of
record... Where's the Guinness? People.... in the fridge, of course.

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Chapter twenty-three

Paul was really impressed with the horsehair mattress. He had expected it
to be itchy and lumpy. Instead, it was firm and comfortable. Idly he
wondered if they could get a sheepskin comforter to fit this half acre
bed. For a moment he got lost trying to decide which side of that comforter
would be exposed and which would caress his skin. Maybe he could get it
silk lined. Then he decided he would simply sometimes put the rug on the
bed and forego the comforter altogether.

It was a strange sensation to realize he was no longer asleep. He couldn't
really pinpoint the moment of transition... He had somehow surfaced from a
deep, contented sleep, into being wide awake and aware. Aside from Jeff's
warm breath on his neck, the strongest sensation was the pressure from his
bladder. Gently he tried to slither and wiggle free from his lover's
embrace, without awakening him.

Jeff's response was simply to pull him closer. "You know". He whispered
into Paul's hair, "That first time I followed you into Uncle Joe's house,
all I could think about, aside from your amazing ass, was how much I wanted
to kiss this spot." Jeff indicated the aforementioned spot with a series of
kisses and nibbles just below Paul's hairline. "It might be the last spot
on your body to be kissed by me. If I have missed any others, you have to
point them out to me. I hate to play favorites. Every spot of your body
deserves my attention. It's early yet, now would be a good time to kiss
those spots that I might not yet have addressed."

Paul shivered and his cock throbbed at the sensations crawling up and down
his spine due to Jeff's physical and verbal attention. Pissing was no
longer urgent, but the pressure was still there. He carefully turned to
face his lover. "It's not so much about missed spots as it is some spots
just really need more attention than others. I could point them out to you
if you really want me to."

"My lips await your command, my liege." Paul, using his right index finger,
feinted toward his lips, but rested the finger on his now closed right
eyelid. Jeff used his teeth to pull the finger away, then ever so gently
touched his lips to Paul's eyelid. Thus began a game that avoided all the
spots Jeff had come to know and enjoy on Paul's body. Instead he was
directed from eyelids to cheeks to Adam's apple. Then to biceps, elbows and
fingertips, all ten. By that time both men were straining not to be the
first to laugh. Though some spots seem to hold erogenous qualities. Jeff
made a mental note to revisit those.

Jeff was the first to break. Not to laugh, rather to express an urgent need
to piss. Paul chuckled, "I feel like I held it so long, I'm not sure if I
remember how to release it."

"Let's get in the shower. The warm water will help."

Once in the shower, Jeff was the first to release a stream. He pissed on
Paul's leg, on purpose. Paul wasn't far behind and soon it was a full out
battle. Each warrior tried to decimate his opponent by covering as much of
his body as possible with the supposedly deadly effluvient. Neither avoided
being attacked, rather, each focused on covering the maximum area of his
opponent with his own flow. Neither claimed victory nor admitted defeat. It
was just that their ammunition, petered out.

The rest of the shower would have passed without incident except Jeff
insisted on kissing a few off his favorite spots on Paul's body. To Paul it
was a long drawn out process that had him near the edge numerous times. It
wasn't until he took Jeff's mouth forcefully that he was able to reach a
supernova type finish. When he expressed his willingness to reciprocate
Jeff was only to happy to point out the cum dripping down his chest and
Paul's right leg. Positive proof that they shared massive and nearly
simultaneous ejaculations. Paul made a mental note to torture Jeff with
edging in the very near future.

They were getting dressed when they heard a light knock on the door. Since
they were both decent Paul called out, "Who is it?"

"It's me Daddy and it's Christmas. Rosarita says it's up to you and Daddy
Jeff if we open presents before or after breakfast. She said I had to
mention breakfast is almost ready. But, I really don't mind cold bacon and
eggs. Sides I'm not really hungry anyway."

"Just a minute, Honey." Paul offered.

Jeff and Paul quietly compared traditions and agreed, presents after
breakfast, in an orderly fashion. A system that tortured, but might instill
some appreciation for delayed gratification... not really. It was pure
torture for a five, almost, six year old.

Paul almost yielded to the disappointment clearly etched on his favorite
face. He had invited her into their bedroom so she could see that they
stood united in their resolve and there would be no appeal, once he
rendered her Daddies' decision. He stood firm in his conviction, knowing
that Maria would get to torture her own children on some far distant
Christmas morning. She too could then blame that age old nemesis of
childhood joy... tradition.

Reluctantly accepting breakfast as a prerequisite to gifts, she tried to
"subtlety" hurry the process along. "Daddy Jeff, you' got some lotion on
your chin you forget to rub in. And you don't have to put your boots on,
breakfast is getting cold." Jeff's face glowed red enough to melt the
"lotion", as he hurried into the bathroom to check his face in the mirror.

Turning to Paul, she directed, "Daddy, you don't have to brush your
hair. It's so short, you can hardly tell you have bed hair. Did you back
into something you have a bruise on the back of your neck. It looks red and
irrigated. It must have hurt something awful." Paul suddenly felt it
necessary to wear a long sleeved shirt, with a collar, over his tee
shirt. He silently prayed to god and Santa Claus that Maria wouldn't ask
Nurse Rosarita to treat his owie.

Rather than to hurry her Dads along Maria unknowingly hindered their exit
from the bedroom. Taking each by the hand, she finally all but insisted on
a double quick step.

Everyone else was at the kitchen table having coffee, while Rosarita was up
slicing strawberries. While `Merry Christmas' echoed throughout the kitchen
like a goodnight on Walton's Mountain, Rosarita presented platters of
crispy bacon, sizzling sausages and waffles along with bowls of
strawberries and whipped cream.

Paul glanced at his lover then addressed Rosarita, "Rosarita, we know you
were scheduled to be off today, so this extra special breakfast is all that
much more special. This, I think deserves a round of applause." He then
stood and began applauding.

At first, Rosarita was sure the other shoe was about to drop in the form of
some snide comment regarding the fact that she was here because she had
spent the night with Fred and wanted to make him a special
breakfast. Instead, everyone at the table rose as one and clapped,
whistled, stomped their feet and yelled, "Bravo"!

Her almost snarl merged seamlessly into an almost shy blush. Paul spread
his hands in a calming motion and once everyone was seated and quiet, he
again addressed Rosarita, "It would be especially nice if you could stay
with the rest of our family while we exchange gifts. Jeff and I have
something for you to show our gratitude for treating us like members of
your family."

Rosarita was definitely intrigued. She was sure that the cash Jeff had
given her after decorating the house was an all encompassing
bonus. Considering the way she had trash talked Paul, just like she did her
little brother, she wouldn't be expecting more than a gag gift. At least
with Maria in the room it wouldn't be overtly sexual... Surely not.

Everyone helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then collectively,
most with fresh coffee in hand, they adjourned to the family room. Jeff
asked Paul to hand out the presents. Paul demurred, insisting Jeff play
host for the family. The gifts had obviously been staged so that everyone
got one on the first round. After that, it seemed that most everything
under the tree was for the Princess.

Along with what Paul had saved from the burning house, Maria was inundated
with toys, dolls, and stuffed animals. The security guys had gone in
together and had bought "Frozen" themed gifts. That came along with plush
toys, tee shirts, bracelets, a locket, and a tiara and of course the
video. All packed inside a pull handle, rolling piece of "Frozen"
luggage. Separately, but keeping with the "Frozen" theme, Rosarita gave her
the stuffed moose and two nighties. Maria was overwhelmed, but not so much
she couldn't remember to express her thanks to Rosarita and the guys with
an exuberant hug and a kiss on the cheek. Jeff's gift was a kid friendly
iPad loaded with games, some of them were educational. He also gave her two
gift cards one for iTunes and one Visa. If Paul knew the amounts on either
he would've slapped Jeff upside the head. Jeff made sure she understood
whenever she wanted to shop online she was to go to him for help and not
bother her Father.

Jeff gave each of the three guards a gift certificate for a pair of custom
made boots from one of the premier custom boot makers in Texas. Along with
Rosarita they also received a Visa gift card. They would only learn the
amount when they went to activate them. They would be pleasantly surprised.

Paul handed a book shaped gift to Rosarita. Jeff stepped to her side as she
unwrapped a new iPad. He helped her open it and unlock it to reveal a
screen showing a cartoon Santa pulling presents from his bag. Santa turned,
faced her and said, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Rosarita! Your student
loans have been in full and your tuition, books, room and board will be
paid for so you can graduate debt free. Merry Christmas Rosarita! From
Maria, Paul, Jeff and the rest of the Adams family." The screen folded into
a scene of late night snow falling on an alpine village.

Rosarita was speechless. Her jaw dropped open and she stared blankly
ahead. Paul gently nudged her jaw closed. "Might want to floss a little
more often, I can see you've been eating spinach again."

Rosarita came to her senses. Grabbing Paul by the shoulders, quietly she
quipped, "Better something green than hairy. God knows we've seen your maw
gape enough to deduce that Jeff is either neatly trimmed or else shaves
regularly, otherwise, heaven knows you'd have hairy gums." Then she
surprised the shit out of Paul by kissing him on the mouth. "Thank you! I
know I come off as being a bitch at times, but you don't know what this
means to me." Turning to Jeff, "Thank you Jeff. I know Your love for Paul
and our Princess must have inspired this tremendous act of generosity
toward an almost complete stranger. Miss Julie told me that I would make
some new friends and meet someone important for my future, if I took this
job. At first, I thought she meant you... Then, well..." She glanced coyly
at Fred, who blushed and smiled warmly. "I guess I need to learn to broaden
my perspective."

Paul had a problem shopping for Jeff, until he talked to Raymond. As a
result, Jeff would receive a 90 amp home charging station, with a 24 foot
cable for his Tesla, not a cheap gift, by Paul's estimation. Jeff insisted
Paul had solved a problem before he had even realized one existed. From
Maria, Jeff received a tee shirt which read "Maria's Daddy" Jeff made a
fuss over both gifts. He assured Maria this was now his most favorite tee
shirt ever. He insisted he would wear it to his Uncle Joe's for
Christmas. Maria thought that was "awesome" and she wanted to wear one of
her new nighties under one of her new tee shirts. Paul stepped in and
insisted Christmas dinner called for something a little more formal than
tee shirts and nighties, no matter how awesome. Both relented, but Paul had
to agree that Jeff could wear his tee shirt under his button down and Maria
could take her wheeled luggage and change into one of her nighties should
they stay past her bedtime.

When it came to Paul, Jeff had to restrain himself. For the first time,
since he was a kid, he was excited about what his money could buy. He
wanted to spoil his lover and his lovely new daughter. He handed Paul his
first gift, a fifteen inch Macbook Pro. Thanks to Tink it was already
loaded with professional software used by T.R. and David, his new work
associates. They had also provided the name of a medical supply firm they
used, along with a list of equipment, Paul most likely didn't already
have. Said equipment was to be delivered before the first of the year. The
last gift for Paul was a wrist watch. Paul first thought was that, `it
doesn't look new'. Jeff explained that it had been given to his Father, by
his grandfather, upon graduation from the Air Force Academy in 1984.

Paul made to hand it back. Jeff wrapped his hands around Paul's right hand
holding the watch. "Paul, it's not worth a lot. It might make a down
payment on a fancy new Rolex, but that's about all. It's only stainless
steel. This one doesn't even have a date function. It was made to be worn
and used everyday. My Dad wore it most everyday. He and Mom gave me mine
when I graduated from high school. Paul, Babe, I know he would be pleased
to see it was being used and appreciated by someone I love. Just like when
the time comes, Maria will use and appreciate her grandmother's
jewelry. Please accept this gift as my token for becoming part of my family
and for me becoming part of yours." Jeff knew that if he had tried this in
their bedroom there would have, most likely, been outright refusal. Here in
front of everyone Paul had to at least pretend to consider accepting the
gift.

Paul searched Jeff's face, trying to find some chink in the sincerity with
which the gift was proffered. `Damn it'! He thought to himself. `He wants
me to wear it to honor his father and as a tie to his family. It's almost
like an heirloom engagement ring. How can I refuse without disappointing
him and looking like a jerk'?

Paul drew a heavy breath. "Jeff, I don't feel comfortable accepting
expensive gifts. I've never had to worry about that before now. I know this
watch is worth a couple of those MacBook Pros. I also know refusing to
accept this particular gift would be rejecting you and your family, and I
could never do that. But!  Be warned, I don't want to see you trying to
spoil me and Maria, just because you can. No more gifts for me or Maria
unless you talk to me first. I will accept this precious family heirloom,
only if you agree to no more gifts without discussing it with me first."

Jeff, like any good attorney, saw a loophole as big as the Grand Canyon, he
solemnly agreed. Both men smiled and shared a kiss. Each thinking they had
won a major concession, concerning serious issue.

Jeff pulled his lover in close and whispered, "Don't be surprised when you
see more of those handed out today."

Rosarita agreed to help Maria dress and do her hair and makeup. Both
Daddies heads snapped around to focus death rays upon she who would dare
`tart up' their baby girl with makeup. "Relax guys, it's just a little
foundation." Then with a wink, she added, "You won't be able to tell it's
even there." The wink implied that there wouldn't be any noticeable "make
up" because there really wouldn't be any. Except in Maria's
imagination. Both Daddies relaxed.

Rosarita had invited Fred to her family's home for Christmas dinner. Sam
and Dave ribbed him good naturedly. Paul refrained from saying any of the
half dozen snide remarks that came to mind. His favorite was to remind Fred
to always practice safe sex by strapping a 2X4 across his ass so he
wouldn't fall in. Maybe he should ask Rosarita if she told Fred that the
female of her species, has been known to eat her mate after
copulating. Maybe he should warn Fred that Rosarita had personally
nominated Loreena Bobbit for sainthood. Maybe a timely reminder that his
visiting her family, especially on a holiday, would most likely activate
his life insurance policy's exclusionary clause regarding human
sacrifice. Perhaps he could encourage Fred by pointing out that after
meeting her family, it would be comforting to remember that a lot of
inherited traits can be overcome by plastic surgery and heavy doses of
medication, just look what it's done for Rosarita.

Jeff was agog at Paul's gentlemanly restraint. He could hardly believe it
when Paul simply wished them Merry Christmas and "see y'all later". By the
time the pair was gone, Sam and Dave were looking at Paul as if he had been
hit on the head. After that Maria was busy putting her Christmas loot in
her room and thus out of earshot, Jeff said, "Ok, Paul, out with it! How
did you manage not to pounce on Rosarita and Fred's relationship? Given
your track record with her, you should have been all over that."

"Oh, I was, as you say, all over that, except only in my mind. I didn't
really want to hurt her or Fred so I just thought up some really mean
things to say and then, just didn't say them".

After having sworn the three men to secrecy, Paul related his devastating
barbs. He didn't get the gut busting guffaws he thought they deserved. In
fact Sam and Dave insisted they might have had to restrain Fred from
attacking him. Paul countered by insisting that if Rosarita had said those
things about him, they all would have laughed their asses off. Jeff agreed,
it was probably a matter of perspective.

Before the discussion could degrade further, Maria showed up dressed to the
nines. Apparently Mellie had bought more than one dressup outfit. This one
had a full, red skirt with green trim with white petticoats underneath. The
bodice was a creamy silk with a lace overlay that looked like a series of
large snowflakes knitted together. This was covered with a vest that was
also red, trimmed in green. Paul thought the red slippers and red beret
made her look festive and a little French. The whole outfit was topped off
with a red hooded cape lined in green velvet. With her hair done in
ringlets and rosy cheeks, she looked like a colorized version of Shirley
Temple playing Little Red Riding Hood. Wait a minute! Rosy cheeks? Paul was
going to have a talk with, make up artiste to the Stars, Miss
Rosarita. Still Maria appeared as a rose among thorns, what with all the
men dressed conservatively in slacks and dress shirts. Each man sported
boots and leather blazers. Jeff and Paul's were brown while Sam and Dave's
were black.

With gifts for Joe's branch of the family packed up, they headed out. Once
they were loaded into the Suburban, Paul texted Raymond that they were
enroute.

Paul was pleased to see that Ilya and Tink were celebrating with the Adams
family. Ilya greeted them at the door with a shout of `s
rah-zh-dee-st-VOHM! Which he followed up with the traditional American
season's greeting. He insisted on carrying Maria into the house. The
Princess was delighted. Jeff, Paul, Sam and Dave followed them into the
family room.

Joe and Mellie fussed over the new arrivals like they hadn't seen them in
months. Mellie insisted that Maria show off her outfit, proclaiming her to
be dressed for a red carpet walk. Paul could almost believe she had never
seen Maria's outfit, except he knew she had picked it out AND paid for it.

Paul wasn't sure if the original room was this large or if it was the `two
room' version. It was definitely smaller than the `four room' version used
for the get together. The tree was just as imposing as he
remembered. Beneath and around it lay a very impressive array of wrapped
presents. It wouldn't have looked out of place in a large department
store. Paul knew that unlike the "display" version, these presents weren't
props, these held gifts chosen by individuals for folks they cared
about. This was what family and Christmas was really all about. It was a
time to show your love and caring... it really was the thought that counts.

Tink was more reserved, but repeated Ilya's greeting. Which, by the stilted
pronouncement, he had, obviously, been practicing.

Mellie let them know that a cold buffet was set up, but cautioned that
dinner would be served at 2:00. After that, leftovers would have to
suffice. Looking over the buffet made Paul almost wish he hadn't filled up
on Rosarita's scrumptious waffles... almost. Joe encouraged his family and
guests to help themselves to food and drink.

Everyone soon settled into seats near the tree and mostly watched
Maria. Her brown eyes went wide with wonder as Joe assured her, there were
presents under the tree for her. She looked to her Daddy Jeff for
confirmation, he nodded reassuringly. Maria had believed that Santa and
Christmas... well, the getting gifts part, only really happened at
home. She had accepted that the gifts under this tree, just like at home,
were for those who lived here. As realization dawned, her jaw dropped as
she eyed the tree in renewed wonder and expectation. Her wheeled suitcase
was still in her grip, but the anticipation as to what waited for her under
the tree was fighting for her full attention.

Shortly after Jeff and his team settled in, Raymond and Daniel
arrived. Daniel presented Mellie with a poinsettia and Joe with a bottle of
Bookers Rye. Mellie graciously accepted the flower, but Joe practically
slobbered over the whiskey. Raymond had been right when he assured Daniel
his choices would be well received. Mellie took the flower into the dining
room while Joe cradled his whiskey and led the boys into the family room.

Once he was assured that his family and guests were comfortable, Joe began
to pass out the presents. This is when the `professional' cell phone
photographers pulled out their high quality cell phone/cameras.

The first gift was for Maria. Seated on her Daddy Jeff's lap, she accepted
the gift with a polite, "Thank you Uncle Joe." Even with the gift in hand,
she appeared hesitant. Jeff coached her, "Let's see who this nice gift is
from." He helped her read the tag, which garnered him a reprimanding
glare. "Sorry Princess, I forgot you can read." She tore into the wrapping
to reveal a set of `Matryoshka' or Russian nesting dolls. Tink stepped to
her side and as he revealed each of six dolls, Maria greeted and examined
each one with giggles of delight. Jeff noticed Tink was almost bubbling
with joy at the child's reaction to his gift. Once she had reassembled his
gift, she gifted him with an enthusiastic hug and a kiss on the cheek. And
just like that, the princess had another servant.

The scene was repeated with Ilya's gift of a Teddy Bear dressed as a
Cossack with a Russian flag sewn onto his fur hat. Ilya told her the
Russian Bear would protect her sleep, keeping bad dreams away, just as he
would keep bad people away. The "Frozen" luggage was forgotten as she
hugged the bear and the nesting dolls to her heart. There was a present
from Mr. Tom for Maria. It was a "Frozen" Build a Bear. Maria was so
pleased she had to hug and kiss someone. Daddy Jeff was happy to receive
kisses meant for Tom, but he would not be passing them on to their rightful
owner.

Uncle Joe handed her another gift. The tag said, "from your Aunt Mellie and
Uncle Joe". This one proved to be a photograph. It was of her favorite
horse, Bluebell. Bluebell was in her stall with her head sticking out over
the gate. Hung on the gate was a professionally painted sign that read,
"Maria's Bluebell". Joe and Mellie had given her her favorite horse for
Christmas. Mellie was quick to point out, before Paul or Jeff could object,
that Bluebell would keep on living with her friends and family. She would
be very lonely if she had to move to Maria's home. Maria nodded in serious
agreement. She then proceeded to reward them both with lavish hugs and
kisses.

Raymond had slipped down the hall and brought back a custom made saddle and
tack. The cantle proclaimed in big letters "Maria". It seemed that every
available surface had stalks or individual blossoms of bluebells. She would
still need her special stirrups, but it was a saddle just for her and she
loved it. Paul figured it cost as much as his used Explorer. Her Uncle
Raymond may have stolen the show with his gift. Getting her own horse and
saddle! How could Christmas be any better... if only "Frozen" made saddle
bags.

The gifts for the adults began to appear. Ilya received a three volume set,
first edition copy of "War and Peace", in Russian. Tink got the gamers
equivalent of a bullet proof laptop. Joe emphasized, this was for
recreation not work. Sam, Dave and Fred each received a Chiappa, White
Rhino, 40 caliber, revolver. Each was heavily engraved, including their
names, definitely showpieces. Paul felt a twinge of nausea as he recalled
the shooting. In almost the same instant, Jeff pulled him close in a
comforting embrace as if he could read Paul's mind.

The gifts were really too numerous to accurately list. Jeff got free window
tinting, from Raymond, for his Tesla when it got to Texas. A much needed
and appreciated amenity. Daniel gave Raymond a Tesla ball cap. That started
Daniel's exuberant recollection of his first Tesla ride and drive. Raymond
gave Daniel a bronze desk plaque that featured a sculpture of a rearing
stallion having been roped by a cowboy on foot. The engraving across the
base proclaimed, "Sheriff Daniel T. Lovan". Joe and Mellie gave Daniel a
gift card to an exclusive men's shop in Dallas. Daniel suspected this gift
might be of an amount that might raise questions for an elected
official. He'd have to talk to Raymond. Joe and Mellie presented Jeff with
a portrait of him with his parents. It was sourced from a photograph taken
in San Francisco shortly before they were killed. Paul was impressed with
how much Jeff resembled his father. He was also impressed with the way his
man talked about the love he had always felt from his parents as he looked
at the portrait. Jeff also acknowledged the love his Uncle Joe and Aunt
Mellie had always shown him. No one cried, but all four got choked up. Joe
explained that their gift for Paul was too bulky to put under the tree. He
assured him it was in keeping with his professional needs. Paul wanted to
object... he just didn't know to what.

Daniel was amazed when Jeff presented Joe and Mellie with a week long stay
at a Galveston BnB. Seems that Jeff and he had some mutual acquaintances
from other than high school. Idley he wondered if Miss Julie was getting a
booking commission. It didn't matter to him, it really was a good
deal. When he confessed to giving his parents the same gift there was talk
about his and Jeff's folks all vacationing together.

Moving back to the tree, Joe pulled out four identical small boxes. He read
off the names Ilya, Tink, Sam and Dave and asked each man to come
forward. Joe handed them the appropriate box and had them remain standing
together. Joe cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, a few days ago a member of
our family was kidnapped. It was through your efforts, collectively and as
individuals, that he was able to return to us unharmed. While each of you
have received a bonus for your heroic actions on our behalf, we wanted to
give you a reminder of our gratitude for your selfless service in our time
of need. In the box you hold, you will find a watch engraved with your
name, the date of which I speak, followed by the words, `Thank You from the
AFT'. On behalf of the Adams Family..." It was at this point that both Jeff
and Raymond reached to prevent Daniel from snapping his fingers. The effort
had not gone unnoticed. Joe turned with a snarl, "Goddamnit Lovan, how many
times do I have to tell you to knock off that silly tv series theme song
shit. You might have grown up, but not so much that I can't take my belt to
you if I need to."

Daniel looked for the world like the teenager who had inadvertently annoyed
a bigger, more powerful adult male. "But... Uncle Joe, I wasn't gonna do
nothing. If these two yahoos hadn't tried to grab me, for no reason, your
speech would not have been interrupted. It's them that deserve the belt. I
was just sitting here listening to you."

Jeff and Raymond had the decency to look chagrined. Even Joe appeared
humbled by Daniel's expression of innocence. He apologized to the ladies
for his crude language.

Only Paul saw the gleam in Daniel's eyes. His doubts were confirmed when
Daniel noticed his suspicious glare and surreptitiously winked at him. Paul
couldn't help but burst out laughing. Everyone looked at him as if waiting
to be let in on the joke. A couple of the guys offered nervous
chuckles. But Maria just stared at her father as if she would soon be
shopping for a nursing home.

Once Paul settled down, Joe continued, only with a lot less
formality. "Look guys, we just want you to know that when you wear these
watches it will be with the gratitude of the entire Adams family." At which
point Daniel looked at Paul, who nodded slightly in reply, and together
they snapped their fingers in perfect synchronization, "Snap,
snap!... Snap, snap"! Joe was livid. He pointed to Paul, "When you two get
married you're changing your name to Adams!" Then turning to Daniel, "And
that goes for you too, smarta.. smarty pants. Let's see how the two of you
like it." Then for the perfect punctuation he snapped his
fingers. Snap,snap!... Snap, snap!

It was completely anticlimactic, but the four men still standing opened
their gifts to reveal identical Rolex Submariner watches. Paul couldn't
help himself, later as he thanked the men and complimented their watches as
he covertly compared theirs to his and was pleased that while theirs were
nearly identical to his, his had a patina of love and history. He wouldn't
swap it for all of theirs put together. Plus, his had been worn by a
handsome fighter pilot. No way would he swap.

First Paul and then Daniel individually apologized to Joe. He embraced each
man and whispered in each man's ear, "I don't care, you're still changing
your name". Then released them with a warm pat on the back. Paul had seemed
rather pleased at the prospect. Daniel drifted away muttering, "Adams,
Daniel Adams. Sheriff, Daniel Adams." Suddenly it dawned on him, He spun
around and almost shouted, "But, he's not an Adams!" Joe just winked at
him.

The rest of the day went very smoothly. Maria convinced her Uncle Raymond
to take her to visit her new horse and to take her an apple for
Christmas. Daniel went along to help with the saddle and tack. Jeff and
Paul along with Joe and Mellie watched "Christmas in Connecticut".

Dinner was too good and too much. Prime rib two days in a row was a bit
more than Paul expected, but in his mind, it sure beat turkey. The flavor
was excellent, maybe even better than Rosarita's. The Au jus and
horseradish sauce were perfect compliments. Roasted root vegetables,
sautéed green beans and in deference to Maria asparagus with a new
twist for her "gravy", better known as hollandaise sauce. Dessert was
spiced pumpkin pie with bourbon flavored whipped cream. When Daniel asked
about the spices in the pie Mellie told him it was a family secret,
chipotle powder. Maria opted for a hot fudge sundae.

The conversation drifted up and down the table with everyone contributing
comments on the food as well as Christmas memories. Everyone was enthralled
to hear Ilya describe holiday traditions from his homeland. There Christmas
was quietly observed with family, while gifts were exchanged at the
boisterous New Year's celebrations.

During a lull in the conversation, Raymond tapped his spoon against his
glass to get everyone's attention. He scooted his chair back and
stood. "I'm not sure there is a good time to announce something like this,
given the particulars. But, I would like the people closest to me, those I
consider family, to know that our family will increase before the end of
next year. I have contracted with a surrogate and, god willing, I will be a
father, by this time next year. I have discussed this at some length with
Uncle Joe and Aunt Mellie. They have encouraged me and pledged their
continued love and support in this endeavor, just as they have through most
of my life."

Everyone seemed stunned by Raymond's announcement, except Maria. She
enthusiastically asked, before he could even sit down, "Uncle Raymond, does
this mean you found a tempairy mommy?"

Raymond grinned at her obvious delight at his intention of becoming a
Daddy. "Yes Princess, I found a very nice temporary mommy."

Shifting her gaze to Paul she instructed, "Did you hear that? Daddy, Uncle
Raymond found a tempairy mommy. He can help you and Daddy Jeff find one and
I can get my little brother here."

"I am very happy that Uncle Raymond is going to have, uh, get, er, make,
uh... I'm happy that Uncle Raymond is going to become a father. We have
told you that a baby is something that your Daddies have to decide
about. You will be the first to know, but it will be our decision. Besides,
Uncle Raymond's baby will be your cousin and that's almost like a baby
brother or sister."

Jeff chimed in, "Princess, having a baby is not something you decide
overnight. Even after we decide, it takes nine months for it to be born. In
this situation, you're going to have to be patient and trust your Daddies
to make the right choice, at the right time. We promise, as soon as we
decide to have a baby, we will tell you right away. In the meantime, we
know how you feel and that will be considered as we make our decision. You
need to understand, it may be years before we choose to have a baby."

Daniel felt a segue was sorely needed. "Uncle Joe, if I may?" Joe nodded,
and Daniel stood and continued, "I want to propose a toast to the fortunate
boy or girl who will soon be born into this wonderful family and who gets
to call such a fine man, Daddy. Ladies and gentlemen, raise your glass
to... Daddy". Everyone stood and toasted, "To Daddy"! Including Maria, who
copied Ilya and clinked her water glass with all those in reach.

Raymond leaned in and whispered in Daniel's ear, "I thought you refused to
call me Daddy?"

"We're not having sex!" Daniel whispered back.

Raymond chuckled softly, "Oh yes we are. Just, not right now."

Daniel rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Once everyone was again seated, Paul began to shift his focus between
Raymond and Daniel as the former answered questions regarding his impending
fatherhood. He knew the instant Raymond's hand landed in Daniel's
crotch. Raymond seemed engrossed in the discussion about the factors
leading up to his decision regarding surrogacy. Daniel snapped his head
around. With eyes as big as saucers, he glared at the apparently oblivious
Raymond.

Paul could also tell when Daniel reciprocated. Daniel's face took on a
suddenly smug look, while Raymond audibly gulped and began to
stutter. Daniel had him, game, set, match. Paul wanted to cheer.

After dinner, most either watched Christmas movies and specials or snuck
of, most likely for a nap or something more intimate. Maria was the first
casualty. When Jeff and Paul went to check on her, they found she had
carefully hung up her Christmas clothes, thanks to child level closet
racks, and was now dressed in a "Frozen" nightie and tee shirt. Clutched in
her arms were the nesting dolls and her Russian Teddy Bear. On her
nightstand was her "Frozen" Build a Bear and her picture of Bluebell. On
the floor, almost within reach, was her luggage. Jeff snapped a picture to
show Ilya and Tink.

It was relatively early in the evening when Jeff and Paul took their
leave. Joe was explaining the finer points of good whiskey to Ilya who
steadfastly defended vodka from Mother Russia. Tink was teaching Mellie all
about social media. Jeff and Paul both thanked god and gods they had always
kept their Facebook accounts strictly "G" rated. There would be no
hesitation in accepting Aunt Mellie's friend request.

Raymond and Daniel had left shortly after Maria awakened from her nap. They
appeared in the family room, moving rather hurriedly, saying their goodbyes
and something about taking "Sharon" for a ride, discussing campaign
strategy and getting a better look at Raymond's new property. That last was
a little suspect since it was already well after dark. They were in such
haste they had been talking over each other. Paul assured Jeff it was just
their way of saying they needed to find a bed in which they could be noisy
and nasty without disturbing anyone else.

All the way home Maria kept a tight grip on her new bears. While the rest
of her loot was fine in the back of the Suburban, she insisted on having
her "traveling bag" at her feet. As soon as they pulled out of the drive, a
quiet calm settled around them. Paul watched as Sam rested his hand, palm
up, on the center console. Then Dave, who was driving, laid his hand gently
on top of Sam's.

As they pulled into the drive Paul realized why his present was "too bulky
to put under the tree". There in the drive was a brand new, white, Chevy
Tahoe. It had a big red bow on top and a banner along the side that read,
"Merry Xmas Paul" below that in a smaller font, "Love, your Uncle Joe and
Aunt Mellie". Paul noticed his rusty, old Explorer had disappeared. Jeff
was clearly surprised by the gift. That didn't stop Paul from glaring at
him as if `all this' was his fault. Paul didn't say a word he just freed
himself and Maria from the seatbelts, moved to the back of the Suburban and
waited for the release of the lift gate. He then silently gathered Maria's
presents and with a minimum of words directed her to her room. He glared at
both Fred and Rosarita, convinced that they had colluded with the Adams
family in `all this'. Fortunately, Maria was content to spend her time in
her room arranging each of her acquisitions in it's perfect place.

Minutes later Paul found himself staring at the paintings on either side of
the fireplace in the master bedroom. He wasn't sure how long he had been
there. Minutes maybe. Definitely not an hour. His anger had subsided to the
point that he was no longer shaking. He was certain he could now talk
without fear of destroying his relationships with his vitriol.

Jeff whispered in his ear, "They had their problems too you know. Winston
was a big city lawyer who happened to be a skilled gambler and fast on the
draw and accurate when he shot. John Grant was a cowboy with a checkered
past. Nearly got himself hung in Colorado over a gunfight in which he
killed a mining boss. Seems the boss was fond of beating Chinese immigrants
for no reason. When they got together it was Winston who had won the brand
and the grease pot cattle operation in a high stakes poker match. John had
been working for the fellow with the losing hand. Turns out that waddie had
the cowboy know how Winston needed. Together they made a solid start on
building what the Adams Family Trust is today. They were both tough, hard
headed men. You have to know they were a lot like you and I. We're tough
and sometimes hard headed. If we help each other, we can stand together and
achieve what they had, a life well lived... together.

"How about we let our troubles rest for now. Let me hold you, while you
soak in a nice hot bath. Then when you're so relaxed your bones feel like
jello, I'll tuck you in and wrap you up in my arms and we'll fall asleep,
in our bed, together."

Paul was in an almost fugue state as Jeff helped him undress and then into
the tub. The nearly too hot water did, eventually, relax him
completely. Jeff gently dried him and put him to bed. Then he held him
close through the night.

Paul wasn't `out of it'. It was that Jeff needed to spoil him in a way that
didn't involve money. And Paul needed to know that, even without money,
Jeff loved him deeply and desperately needed his love in return. The next
time, maybe he would bathe Jeff.

This `hot bath' would become a ceremony that was repeated, as needed,
throughout their years together.

Author's Note:I really don't have much to say, except thanks for the
pics. And seriously none of them made me "puke". It is good to put a face
with a name. Let me know what you think.

sojourn1950@yahoo.com