Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2021 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 58 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 58


Mrs. Grimble came just after eight in the morning. Rick was barely awake,
having had very little sleep. Charlie had several nightmares that night,
and Rick had hoped that he could've slept in, since it was his day off.
The Child Protective Services casework was a severe looking, older woman.
She never said a lot, as her disapproving glare spoke volumes for her.


"Good morning, Mr. Barton," she said, as Rick came out of his room.
There was nothing pleasant about her tone.


"Morning," he managed to get out. "Coffee?"


"No, thank you," Mrs. Grimble replied. Rick wondered if she ever had
any kind of stimulant in her life.


"Do you mind if I have some?"


"It's your house."


Rick ignored her tone and started the coffee pot. "You're here at a
rather odd time," Rick called from the kitchen.


"How so?"


"You're here before nine and on a Saturday. I thought government
employees stuck to weekdays from nine to five."


"CPS is permitted to do surprise inspections, Mr. Barton, which means I
can show up whenever I feel it is necessary."


"Is today necessary?" Rick couldn't hide the annoyance from his voice.


"Is there a problem, Mr. Barton?" Mrs. Grimble asked. She raised her
eyebrows, as if indicating her readiness to accept his challenge.


"No. I'm sorry. It was just a rough night, and I didn't get much
sleep," Rick said, coming out of the kitchen.


"I see," she said, flatly.


"I'm not sure you're aware, but my youngest has been having night
terrors. He was a witness to what happened to Ry."

"I did not know that. I'm sorry he had seen such brutality."


"Yeah, well, he can't sleep alone now, so I'm having to take care of
him, which means losing sleep."


"As you should, being his father."


"Yes, I am his father, and I don't appreciate being judged for being a
single father."


"I assure you, I am not judging you."


"Aren't you, though?" Rick said, re-entering the living room.  He had
seen a small chink in her stern armor and pounced.  When Mrs. Grimble
didn't reply, Rick pressed on. "I get that this isn't the most typical
or ideal situation for anyone; however, because I'm a man, it doesn't
mean that I'm incapable of taking care of children. I've been a single
father of two boys since October. I get that may not seem long to you,
but there are plenty of single mothers who aren't doing so well with one
child, let alone two, while also maintaining a full-time job."


"That's all well and good, Mr. Barton," Mrs. Grimble said dismissively.
"However, that may be fine with your current situation, you're wanting
to introduce a child, whom you are not related to, with special needs,
into your home. You have no living relatives nearby, who can help."


"You don't think I don't know that? I had Ry living here for over a
month before his mother came for him. Before then, he was living in
squalor, and that was with his birth parents, who had two of their
previous children taken from them. Which makes me wonder where the
almighty CPS was while Ry was being neglected, beaten and abused? From
what I can tell, you weren't anywhere, which is where I came in. I
clothed him, I fed him, I supported him, I took him to school, made sure
he did his homework, and most importantly, I gave him the life and love
he needed, while you and your agency sat back doing nothing."


"We weren't aware of any abuse until he was hospitalized," Mrs. Grimble
said, overly defensive.


"The typical, governmental cop-out. You were aware of past abuses and
neglect, yet you couldn't be bothered to conduct random check-ins, even
on weekend mornings? However, you show up at my door first thing Saturday
morning, judging my ability to care for a little boy I've come to love
and care for as my own flesh and blood. You stand here, in my living
room, being pious and sanctimonious, casting judgment on me, while
ignoring your own failings. If Ry had died, would you have even given a
flying fuck?"


At those last words, Mrs. Grimble flinched, as if struck in the face. She
averted her gaze from Rick's and gave a quick appraisal of the house. "I
thought not," Rick continued. "I'm tired of being made to feel that I
can't take care of my kids--Ry included--because I'm a man. As you have
noticed every single time you've come, my house is in perfect order. My
kids are healthy, happy and well taken care of. Their needs are covered,
and most importantly, they are loved. So, unless you have anything else
to check or to productively add to this conversation, you know where the
door is, and don't let it hit your ass on your way out."


Mrs. Grimble walked to the door. Her expression was difficult to read;
however, Rick was certain that he made his point known. "Oh, one last
thing," Rick said for good measure. "You need to start making
arrangements with my lawyer before your next visit. I'm supposed to be
looked at as Ry's adopted parent, and not to be investigated for abusing
him, so you're done with these drop in visits." Rick's tone indicated
that Mrs. Grimble wasn't being given the option.


"You shouldn't have talked to the CPS worker like that," Rebecca
chastised. "They don't like being bullied."


"How was I bullying her? If anyone is being bullied, it's me. I'm tired
of being treated like I'm the one who beat Ry. First the judge and now
her. I'm tired of being treated differently because I'm a man."


"Jeez, I wonder what that's like?" Rebecca said. Rick noted the
dripping sarcasm.


"Sorry," he said.


"Yeah, I get that you're finally experiencing sexism, but that doesn't
mean you get to be an ass, especially to the person who gets a say
whether or not you get to keep Ry."


"You're right. I'll call and apologize on Monday."


"Damn right you will," she said. "And you need to figure out how
you're going to take care of Ry while you're working."


"Will and I talked about a nurse. Kyle offered to help, but we know he's
not capable. I'll look after Ry when the nurse is gone, so that's
covered."


There was a pause, then Rebecca asked, "I want you to be honest with me:
Are you sure you're capable of taking care of Ry along with the other two
boys?"


"Yes," Rick said emphatically. "I can't believe you even asked."


"It's a fair question, and one the judge will be asking at the
hearing," Rebecca said flatly. "You're not getting enough sleep,
because you're taking care of Charlie at night, so how are you going to
take care of Ry when you're too tired to function? How are you also going
to work when you can't function?"


"I'm never going to give up!" Rick barked. "As far as I'm concerned,
Ry is my son as much as Kyle and Charlie are. I'm the only one who wants
him, and the government can fuck themselves if they think they're going
to take him from me. I lost him once because the law said I had to, and
look what happened! He's my kid. Kyle is my kid. Charlie is my kid. And
I'll be damned if anyone tells me different."


"Good," Rebecca said. "That's what you need to tell the judge, except
all the profanity. You don't need another contempt charge."


"Sorry for snapping," Rick said, shame started to flood in where his
rage once lived.


"It's okay," Rebecca said. "You've been going through a lot all by
yourself, so it's perfectly natural to go off, so I'm glad you did it
with me and not in court. When is Ry coming home, by the way?"


"Oh," Rick said, jumping out of his train of thought. "According to
his case manager, Ry should be able to come home in a few weeks. He's
still not walking, but he is able to wheel himself a little in his chair.
The occupational therapist said that Ry still needs a lot of help, but
they can do that at home."


"That's good news."


"Yeah, he's been in the facility for almost two months, but it feels
like forever."


"Isn't Dan's sentencing soon?"


"Next week, I think."


"Are you going?"


Rick thought for a second then said, "Kyle wants to, but I'm not sure
I'm okay with it. The last time they were in the same room, Dan jerked
himself off in front of everyone, and I don't want Kyle going through
that again."


"What does Will think?"


Rick sighed. "Will thinks Kyle should go and get closure."


"That seems fair, don't you?" Rebecca asked.


"I guess," Rick conceded. "But, I think Will has other reasons for
Kyle going. I think Will wants to push Dan for a settlement in the
lawsuit."


"Is that a bad thing?"


"I don't know. Something seems off about it, and I can't put my finger
on it."


"As much as I hate to admit it," Rebecca said, "Will thinks like a
lawyer, so I'm not surprised if that's all he's after."


"Maybe," Rick said, before hanging up his phone.


"Dad," said Kyle. He stood in the doorway to Rick's room, only hearing
his boxers.


"What is it, Buddy?" Rick asked. Kyle could clearly see his exhaustion.
Next to his father, Kyle could see the lump that was Charlie.


"Charlie can start sleeping with me if you want."


Rick gave a weak smile and said, "I appreciate that, but it's okay."


"You need to get some sleep."


"I'm fine, Buddy, really."


Charlie stirred and started to moan. Rick reached over and started
rubbing his baby boy's shoulder, attempting to stifle the oncoming storm.
Charlie cried out and started to scream. Rick flinched but kept up his
soothing. Charlie sat and turned to his dad. Father pulled son into his
arms, and Rick tried to settle Charlie down with words of comfort.


Kyle could see the wear and tear Charlie's nightmares were causing.
"Dad," Kyle said with as much force and authority as he dared muster.
"Seriously, you need to sleep, and you're not getting any with Charlie
sleeping with you."


Rick appreciated his son's efforts. He knew he didn't have the energy to
fight with Kyle and take care of Charlie, so he relented. Kyle entered
the room, and pulled Charlie into his arms. His little brother sobbed and
wrapped his little body around Kyle's. Kyle carried Charlie into his
bedroom and put his brother to bed. Once he was sure Charlie was asleep
again, he quietly crossed the hall and opened Rick's bedroom door. Rick
was sound asleep, with all the lights on. Rick looked like he just fell
back on the bed. He was only wearing his boxers on top of his bedding and
a bare leg hanging off the bed.


Kyle tugged off Rick's underwear knowing that his lover preferred to
sleep naked.  He then situated Rick under the covers and turned off all
the lights. Before leaving, Kyle kissed Rick on the lips. "I love you,"
He said.


"I love you, too," Rick muttered.


Kyle left with a smile on his face.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 59***