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Chapter 42 – Life Rolls On

 

Friday morning arrived bright and early, as usual. After smacking the shit out of that damned alarm clock to shut it up, I made my regular morning trip to the other side of the house to get boys moving in the right direction. After waking the first three, I asked, "How you feelin' this morning, T.J.?"

 

"Sore as heck, but okay."

 

"Good, I'm glad you're feeling better. Let me see your chest. I want to see what it looks like." He pushed the covers down to his waist and I could see a definite bruise starting to surface. "Doc was right on the money, young man, you've got a pretty good sized bruise showing up. It's just yellowish-green right now, but I bet it'll be a lot darker tonight."

 

"Cool, I gotta' see this," he exclaimed, then tossed the covers over Mike and Andy before running to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Again, the resilience of youth rears its ugly head. "C'mon, you two, let's get moving," I added, looking to Mike and Andy. They slowly crawled out of bed and moseyed to join T.J. in the bathroom while I moved on to roll the twins out of bed. I found them in their normal pretzel this morning. How anybody could sleep when contorted in this manner boggles the mind, but they somehow accomplish it most every night.

 

"C'mon, you two, let's get it in gear. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood and you need to enjoy it."

 

"Can we stay home today, dad?" Joey asked.

 

"Yeah, we were up late last night and we're real tired," Alex added.

 

"Not my problem, boys. You did it to yourselves."

 

"No, we didn't!" Joey protested.

 

"Yeah, it was you and pops did it to us," Alex snickered.

 

"Whatever, you came through a closed door without knocking and inserted yourselves in the middle of something you shouldn't have."

 

"Hey, the door was not closed, so we thought we were invited," Alex replied.

 

"And I didn't hear either of you complain about our insertions last night. Looked to me like you enjoyed them," Joey added helpfully.

 

"We'll discuss that in more detail later. Until then, keep your mouths shut. Your brothers do not need to know what happened. Got it?"

 

"Yeah, dad, we got it," they answered together.

 

"Good, now get your skinny butts out of bed or you're going to miss your bus," I called as I left their room and headed back to ours to get Tom moving in the right direction. We had to go to his old apartment to meet Vinnie and his guys after getting the boys on the bus.

 

I walked back across the house to wake Tom and when his eyes finally opened, I asked him, "You want to know somethin', bubba?"

 

"Probably not, but if I know you, you're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?"

 

"Dang right, I am. Since we're `in this together', I think it's high time you start getting your ass up at the crack of dawn to get everyone moving. Next week is all yours, big guy," I smiled.

 

"Gee, thanks, that's just what I always wanted. How can I ever repay your kind generosity?" he cracked.

 

"By being the one to answer the alarm in the morning for the next week. Seems fair to me. Your head is pretty much healed up except for ripping out the stiches so there's no more excuses."

 

"Aye, aye, cap'n. It shall be done."

 

"Good, now get up and get dressed, we have to meet Vinnie and his guys at your apartment in an hour and a half. Let's get crackin'."

 

"Hey, didn't we talk about this damn bein' too chipper in the morning crap?" Tom asked.

 

"We did, but as I recall that particular chat, I didn't agree to change anything, did I?"

 

"No, I guess not," he moaned. Tom crawled out of bed and started to get dressed. "Hey, I gotta' ask you somethin'."

 

"Ask away," I responded.

 

"Was I having a wild dream last night or did Joey and Alex really climb in our bed and fuck our faces?"

 

"That was most definitely not a dream, big guy. That was as real as real gets. How do you feel about what happened?"

 

"That was the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever had the pleasure to be involved in. Well, besides stuffin' my cock up your ass. I've waited almost fourteen years to be able to do that again and I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a guy's asshole wrapped tightly around me. I'm happy you were willing to let it happen. I know it had to hurt, but was it real bad?"

 

"Honestly? It hurt like hell when the head slipped inside. I've never felt quite that much pain back there before, but after I got used to it a little bit, it just felt so natural. I can say, without a doubt, that was the most pleasurable feeling I've ever had. And I can't wait for it to happen again."

 

"I'm glad, Max. I was worried I'd hurt you so bad, you'd never let it happen again."

 

I walked to Tom, wrapped him in a hug, and responded, "You can have me any time you want, lover. Now, let's go feed the fab five and get the hell out of here. We've got a long day ahead of us."

 

"Lead on, MacDuff." We headed to the kitchen and I scrambled eggs for our breakfast this morning, Tom pulled out the toaster and all that goes with having toast while the boys got the table set and took care of drinks. Andy followed through on his promise to take T.J.'s part of getting ready to eat, not that I doubted him for a moment. I was really beginning to hope that Andy would be staying with us long after school was out for the summer. I'm not sure how I'd react if that changed. In short order, we were ready to sit and enjoy the meal.

 

"How do you feel this morning, T.J.," Tom asked.

 

"my chest still hurts, pops, but not too bad. Good thing I'll have some help with my backpack. I don't think I could get it on or off right now."

 

"We got ya' covered, dude," Alex responded.

 

"Yeah, Alex's got mornings and I get afternoons," Joey added.

 

"Any problems getting dressed this morning?" I asked.

 

"Nah, Mike and Andy were great. Even got my shirt on without hurtin' me."

 

"That's great, you guys. I'm proud of you all for helping T.J. out."

 

"That's what brothers are for, dad," Joey answered, rolling his eyes like I should already know that.

 

"Glad to hear it. And you guys are great brothers to each other. And even better sons to me and Tom. I'm so glad we all found each other."

 

"We are, too dad," Alex grinned mischievously. I gave him a stern look to keep him from following up that thought.

 

As we wrapped up our meal, the boys started cleaning the table and stacking the dishes in the sink. "Tonight, boys, you are getting a lesson in loading the dishwasher. You're doing ninety percent of the job already, you might as well get the last 10 percent."

 

"No problem, dad," T.J. said. "Especially since Andy's doing my part right now," he giggled.

 

The phone picked that moment to interrupt our conversation and I stepped into the kitchen to answer it. "Good morning?" I asked.

 

"Morning, son, how are you this bright and beautiful day?"

 

"I'm great, mom, how are you getting along with Bill and Estelle?" I motioned to Tom to listen in as I switched the phone to speaker. The boys quit working on the dishes so it would be quieter, also.

 

"Hi, mama, it's Joey. Hope you have fun on your visit."

 

"Hey, mama Rose, Alex here. Tell grandma and grampa we said hi."

 

"Hi boys. I'll be sure to pass that on to them. You guys have a good day at school, okay?"

 

"We will, mama," Mike answered, "You have a good day, too."

 

"Boys, go get your packs, coats and shoes. We'll be with you in just a minute." I returned to the call and asked, "You three must be having fun together, you didn't call last night."

 

"Well, we made a few stops besides supper on the way down yesterday and by the time we got here, it was pretty late. Knowing you have to get up early in the mornings, now, we decided to call this morning."

 

"We're glad you did," Tom replied. "I was worried about why you hadn't called."

 

"I'm sorry boys, but, really, you shouldn't worry so much. We're all grownups, you know."

 

"We know, mom. Hey, before we head out to meet the bus with the kids, we need to tell you something. Are Bill and Estelle close by?"

 

"Right here at the kitchen table with me."

 

"Good. After you left yesterday, Tom and I talked about it and after looking at the calendar, we've decided to have our wedding on May 17th."

 

"WHAT!?!? That's great, hang on a second." Mom covered the phone, but we could still hear her telling Bill and Estelle the news. We also heard the rather loud and positive reaction from both of them. "They're thrilled, too, boys."

 

"Now you have something else to work on while you're there, mom. You and Estelle put your heads together and figure out everything we need to deal with before then, would you? Bill, too, if he has any ideas. Since we're both guys, we're pretty clueless about what's involved or needed."

 

"Don't you worry son, by the time I come back home, we'll have everything settled."

 

"Great, mom. Thanks. Look, we gotta' boogie, we'll talk to you later, okay."

 

"Hang on son. I have one more thing I need to tell you."

 

"What, mom?"

 

"I just thought you should know I'm pissed at you."

 

"What'd I do now?"

 

"For once in your life, it's what you didn't do, young man. You didn't tell me you were selling Tom's parents a corner of your property for them to build on."

 

"Oops. I blame Tom, it's all his fault," I laughed.

 

"Oops? That's all you got, oops? Not near good enough, son. And don't you dare try to blame Tom. This is all on your head. I'm glad Bill and Estelle told me about it on the way down. It'll be nice to have them closer. Too bad they have to sell their house down here to make it happen, though. Their place is almost as nice as yours."

 

"I'll see what we can do to help out, mom. Look, we really gotta scoot or the boys will miss the bus."

 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get off the dang phone," she laughed.

 

"Yes, mom. Love you all and have fun."

 

"Bye boys. Have a good day."

 

We ended the call and headed to the garage, finding the boys in the car and buckled for the trip to the end of the drive. Our timing was perfect this morning as we arrived at the same moment as Carl, and the boys hopped out and charged the bus to get their seats. They waved from the windows as the bus continued on up the road to the next stop and we waved back. With the boys on the way to school for the day, Tom and I headed to Springfield to meet Vinnie and crew at his old apartment. I'd just turned onto the Old Jacksonville Road when I slapped myself in the forehead and cried, "DOH!"

 

"Hey," Tom said, "you shouldn't do that to yourself, that's my job," and then he slapped me on the back of the head and laughed. "Now, why the heck are we slapping you in the head? What'd you forget?"

 

"I forgot to call Lee and Carl before we left home. I'm gonna' do it now, before I forget again." I punched the button to activate my phone and placed the call.

 

"Nichols home. Who's there?" Carl answered.

 

"Morning, Carl, Max and Tom here. Is Lee still there or has she left for work already?"

 

"Nah, you just caught her. Better be quick, though, she's about to scoot outta' here for the day."

 

"Great, put the phone on speaker so you both can hear the news at the same time."

 

"Hang on, Max." Carl activated the speaker and called out, "Lee, get your sweet ass in here, Max has some news he needs to tell us." Tom and I chuckled at the `sweet ass' comment.

 

"Hey, Max, be quick, I'm late for a meeting," Lee spit out.

 

"We just told mom and Tom's parents and I didn't want to get in trouble with you for having to hear it from them. May 17, mark it on your calendar, you two will busy that day."

 

"What are you talking about? There's nothing happening then."

 

"You hear that, Tom? My sister says our getting married is nothing."

 

"That shit ain't right, Lee," Tom laughed, "I thought you liked me."

 

"WHAT!?!? You've set a date? That's great guys. Carl, mark that on the calendar. Like Max said, we're busy that day."

 

"Better do what she says, Carl, or you'll be sleeping in the doghouse."

 

"We don't have a doghouse, Max, but I get your drift. Thanks for letting us know."

 

"How'd you tell mom and Tom's parents at the same time, Max? What's going on with that?"

 

"Mom decided she needed to get away from dad for a while and we arranged for her to spend some time with Bill and Estelle. They took her to their home in Grafton last night. I'll talk to you later and fill in the details. We just wanted to let you know the date so you can start planning now."

 

"This is wonderful, you two. I'll spread the word at work. You'll probably have a few there who know you, Max, and want to come out, if it's okay with you?"

 

"That'd be fine, Lee. We'll make sure we send an invitation to your office, also. Now, get out of there, you're gonna' be late for your meeting. Talk to you later."

 

"Bye, Max, bye, Tom. Talk to you later." I ended the call and drove on, but a few minutes later, another thought popped into my brain.

 

"Um, before we get there, Tom, is there anything you've left you don't want Vinnie seeing? You know, personal things? If so, we should have time to get it boxed and in the car before they show up."

 

"I can't think of anything, Max. I think I got all that stuff already and it's safely stashed at home."

 

"Just checking. I could just imagine the shit they'd dump on you if they found a stash of magazines or something else."

 

"Nope, nothin' like that floatin' around. I was always real careful with shit like that since I never knew when Harry might need to come in the place."

 

We arrived about a half-hour before we expected Vinnie to arrive and after Tom unlocked the door, he went off in search of Harry while I made myself comfortable in the apartment. While I waited, I took a closer look at what would be moved today and decided that there was going to be some rearranging of things at home to make some room for Tom's things. When I came in with the boys last weekend and picked up the items on Tom's list, I didn't take the time to appreciate what he'd done with the place. While fairly basic and single-guy friendly, the furniture and artwork were good quality and I wanted to use as much of it in our home as possible.

 

 

I found Harry in the office, as usual, and walked in saying, "Mornin', Harry, how ya' doin'?" in greeting.

 

"Tom, good to see you up and about, man!" he called out as we met and shook hands. "How's your head doin'?"

 

"Not too bad, according to Max, anyway. I can't really get a good look at it, so I have to take his word that it's healing well."

 

"Glad to hear it, man. When he told me you'd been hurt, my heart skipped a couple beats, but it smoothed back out after he said you'd be okay. I shoulda' known you couldn't hurt that hard head of yours too bad. We're gonna' miss you around here, Tom."

 

"I'm gonna' miss it, too, Harry, but, while I liked it here, I've got a new life to live and I have to take the chance. Max is a great guy and the boys are great, too. New challenges await."

 

"I wish you guys the best of luck. When I talked to Max, he seemed like a nice enough guy. I saw the boys in the car, but didn't get the chance to meet them. Guess Max was being a little protective since he didn't know who I was."

 

"No doubt about it, Harry. Hey, we've set the date for our wedding, May 17th, you want to come and join the celebration?

 

"I wouldn't miss it. Can I bring the boss with me?"

 

"You better, Harry, or we're all gonna' be in deep shit. When we send invitations, I'll make sure her name is there, too. Hey, we're here to meet the movers to empty my old place. I know Max called to let you know we'd being taking care of that today, but I wanted to pop in real quick, say hi and let you know in person."

 

"I appreciate that, Tom. You'll stop back by to return your keys before you scoot on out, though, right?"

 

"Of course. And, hey, I want to say thanks for being so good about me breakin' my lease. Most folks out there would screw me over on that."

 

"Tom, you were a great renter. I liked havin' a cop in the complex, I always felt we were a bit more secure with you here. And, it was a nice little selling point I could use with new renters. You wouldn't, by any chance, know of another cop lookin' for a good place to live, do ya'?"

 

"Not off the top of my head, but I can sure ask around."

 

"If you find one for me, I'll give them the same rent break I gave you."

 

"That's good to hear, Harry, I'll let that be known." I saw a moving truck pull in with the name `Dipalo Movers' emblazoned on the side and added, "Well, there's my movers, I better get back so I can give directions. We'll stop by, again, when we leave, Harry. Thanks for everything."

 

"See you in a bit, Tom."

 

I left the office on my way back to the place I'd called home the last five years, feeling a little sad at the idea of ending this chapter of my life. But then I flashed to all the good things that were happening to me, to us, to all the wonderful things to come and that sadness was replaced with joy as I practically skipped my way across the parking lot. I hope nobody was watching. I slowly climbed the stairs to my old home, thinking about this being my last trip up these, but knowing I wasn't going to miss them, either. I hated these damn stairs, sometimes five or six times a day, but no more.

 

 

I let Vinnie, Frankie, Paulie, Benny, Willy and Junior into the apartment and after greeting them, had them start working in the bedroom. Might as well start at the point furthest from the door and work our way out, I figured. Tom returned and took over directing the guys while I headed to the small kitchen and started emptying the cabinets into boxes, figuring this small stuff would go into the car. As the crew moved the furniture from the bedroom, Tom was putting the clothes he'd left here into boxes for the move and by the time loading of the bedroom furniture was completed, he'd finished packing the clothes and those boxes were loaded onto the truck, also.

 

After I finished with the few kitchen cabinets, I made the big mistake of opening the refrigerator and almost lost my breakfast as the smell of rotting food assaulted my nasal passages. I quickly closed the door and said, "Uh, Tom, I think you forgot something."

 

"What?"

 

I stepped out of the kitchen area and while trying to not gag, I pointed over my shoulder and said, "That fridge is all yours, bucko. I don't even want to be in here the next time that door is opened."

 

"Oh, shit. I didn't think about that. How bad is it?"

 

"Bad. You might want to check with Harry really quick. If it were me, I'd strap that fucker shut and replace it `cause you'll never get that stench out of it."

 

"So much for getting any money back. Oh well, easy come, easy go."

 

"I'll gladly pay whatever it takes just so we don't have to screw with it." Tom pulled out his cell phone and called Harry. When he hung up and had stowed the phone back in his pocket, he said, "Harry says no big deal. It happens once or twice a year and he has a special source for these fridges since they're an odd size."

 

"Well, have him send me the bill for the new one and whatever it costs to get rid of the old one. Hey, Vinnie, you got a roll of duct tape I can borrow?"

 

"Sure thing, Maxie. What d'ya need taped?"

 

"I'm pulling the fridge away from the wall and taping it shut. Tom didn't empty it when he moved out and it's pretty nasty."

 

"You're not gonna' clean it up?"

 

"I'm sure not, but if you want to, knock yourself out. After I'm gone, though, or you'll have an even bigger mess to take care of."

 

"Here's the tape, Maxie, go ahead and seal it. We'll load it up and take it with us. I'll have Junior clean it out this afternoon when we're done unloading. He's got a mask at home just for dealing with shit like that."

 

"Good, `cause he's gonna' need it." Work continued in the apartment for another hour before everything had been boxed up and loaded on the truck, even the nasty refrigerator. I gave Vinnie a spare key and alarm code for the storage building and sent them on their way to unload while Tom and I headed to the office.

 

Neither Harry nor his wife were visible, so Tom called out, "Harry! Joyce! Anybody home!?" Joyce stuck her head through the door separating the office from the living quarters for the manager of the complex.

 

"Tom! How you doing, young man? Harry told me you'd been hurt."

 

"I'm just fine, Joyce, thanks for asking. We're just stopping by on the way out to drop off my keys for the apartment. Everything's out and on the way to our home."

 

"So, this must be the Max Harry told me about. Nice to meet ya'," she greeted as she extended her hand, which I shook. "You sure we can't talk you two into moving into a two or three-bedroom unit?"

 

"Thanks for that kind offer, Joyce," I answered, "but with five boys and the two of us, there just wouldn't be enough room."

 

"Whoa! Five boys, Harry didn't say nothing about them."

 

"He didn't get a chance to meet them Sunday when we dropped by. They were already in the car when he came over to find out who I was."

 

"You're gonna' have your hands full, Tom. The training from your old job will probably come in handy."

 

"Well, I hope it won't come to that, Joyce. They're all good kids."

 

"Either way, we're going to miss you around here. Good tenants are hard to find."

 

"I'm gonna' see if I can help with that, Joyce. We're headed to the county building next and I'll spread the word."

 

"That'll be great, Tom. Thanks. Well, I guess this is goodbye, you take care of each other and those boys. And no more of this getting shot crap, you hear me?"

 

"I hear ya' Joyce. We'll send you and Harry an invite to our wedding once we have invitations. We hope you can be there."

 

"You bet we will, Tom," she replied as a tear dripped from the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek. She then stepped out from behind the counter and gave both of us a serious hug before returning to her apartment, wiping her cheeks dry.

 

As Tom and I left the office, I could see his eyes were about to start dripping also and asked, "You okay, big guy?"

 

"I will be. Change is hard for me and as much I hated those damn stairs, I'm gonna' miss living here."

 

"Onward and upward, Tom."

 

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

 

We drove halfway across town to the county building so we could let David know we'd set a date for the wedding. Jack was manning the metal detector, again, today. After passing us through, we chatted for a few minutes and Tom told him about his old apartment becoming available and if a cop took it over, they'd get a break on the rent. Jack promised to pass the word along, and Tom swore the entire building would know it before the end of the day. We ambled on down the hall and took the elevator up to the third floor. When we reached courtroom C, Tom stuck his head in the door to see what was happening before we just walked on in.

 

When he pulled his head back out, he looked at me and said, "David saw me and gave me the sign for about five minutes. We might as well have a seat." As we waited, Dylan passed by, obviously lost in thought. Tom called his name and Dylan turned around, surprised to see us sitting there.

 

"Hey, what's going on Tom, Max?"

 

"We just came by to talk to Judge Corgan for a few minutes. After our appearance yesterday, he asked to officiate our wedding and since we've picked a date, now, we want to let him know when it is so he can make sure he's available."

 

"Gotcha'. Thanks for calling last night and telling me, Tom. I wouldn't miss it. I'd imagine the entire courthouse knows the date by now. By the way, how's T.J. doing? Everything okay?"

 

"He's got a hairline fracture in a rib. I guess a knee to the chest can do that. The doctor said he'll be just fine once the fracture heals."

 

"That's good news. Hate to see any kid get hurt, but it's gonna' happen, no matter what you do."

 

"Hey, Dylan," Tom started, "If you know of any of the guys looking for a nice apartment, my former place is now available and the manager told me this morning that if another cop rents it, he'd give them the same break in rent that I got just to have one of us in the complex. He thought they were always more secure with me being there and they'd like to get another cop in the place if they can."

 

"That sounds good, Tom, I'll spread the word."

 

"So, Dylan, what's on your mind?" I asked. "You appeared to be lost in thought as you passed by."

 

"Just thinkin' about Malcom and where he is these days. I hadn't thought about him much lately until I told you guys about him the night I was at your house. Now, it seems, he's all I can think about. I wish I knew where he is these days and how he's doing."

 

"C'mon, Sarge, you're a cop. Why don't you use some of those resources you have available to track him down?" Tom asked innocently.

 

"Tom, you know using department resources for personal means is against the rules. I could hardly enforce that rule if I go breaking it myself, now could I?"

 

"No, guess not. Guess you'll have to find some other way to locate him." It took every ounce of willpower I had inside me to keep my mouth shut about us having already found and talked to Malcom.

 

At that moment, the doors to courtroom opened and people started filing out signaling it should be time for us to talk to David. A moment later, Gary, the bailiff, poked his head out and said, "Mr. Wright, Mr. Sanders, the judge has a few minutes before his next case begins. Come on in, please." We stood and shook hands with Dylan saying goodbye. He then turned and strolled away lost in thought. As we entered the courtroom, Gary added, "He's in his chambers and said for you to go on in."

 

"Thanks, Gary," Tom replied. Tom gave a light rap on the door to David's chambers and after a muted, "Enter", we passed through. After shaking David's hand, we took the same seats we'd occupied the previous day. "Afternoon, your honor. How are you today," Tom said in greeting.

 

"Afternoon, yourself, Tom, Max. And it's David, remember. No robe, none of that `your honor' junk, okay?"

 

"Okay, David."

 

"So, what can I do for you two today?"

 

Tom hesitated just a moment, so I waded in with, "Well, David, you asked yesterday to officiate our wedding and since we set the date last night, we thought you should know so you can plan for it. May 17, probably sometime in the early afternoon."

 

"That's should be perfect, boys. I told Margie about it last night and she can't wait. She's loves a good wedding. And we checked our calendar last night, also, and discovered I have a law school reunion of sorts the weekend before, but the 17th is wide open."

 

"That sounds great, David, we'll look forward to having both of you there. As we get closer, we'll get more information to you about times and such," Tom said.

 

"Yeah, my mom and his parents are starting the planning for us since we don't have a clue," I added.

 

"What about your dad, Max, is he not involved?"

 

"We're not talking at the moment, David."

 

"I'm sorry to hear that."

 

"Yeah, me too, but it's his choice, not mine."

 

"Well, I hope you can work things out before the big event. I'd hate for him to miss the celebration. I'm sure, eventually, he'd regret not being there."

 

"I would, too, but until he figures out there's nothing wrong with being gay, it is what it is."

 

"I wish you luck, Max." David stood and started walking towards the door to the courtroom, "I don't want you think I'm rushing you out of here, but my next case starts in a few minutes and I need to get ready. Thanks for dropping by and giving me the date, though. I'll let Margie know tonight." We stood and followed David, shaking hands as we left his chambers.

 

"We'll keep you updated with new developments," I said. "Thanks for taking the time to see us today and have a great afternoon, David."

 

"I will, you do the same." He turned to his bailiff and said, "Gary, round `em up and let's get this show on the road."

 

Tom and I continued into the hall, down the elevator and exited the building into a blinding sun. As we walked across the street to retrieve the car I asked, "You want to grab lunch before we head for the hills?"

 

"I could use some grub, that breakfast we had is about to wear out. Where you thinkin'?"

 

"Something simple, maybe Chili's? Sound good to you?"

 

"Let's do it."

 

After our lunch, we headed for home. As we pulled up to the garage, we saw Vinnie's truck heading towards us from the storage building. He stopped and walked in our direction as I pulled the car in to the garage.

 

"'Bout time y'all got here, Maxie" Vinnie hollered as he walked up the drive. "You missed all the fun unloading the truck."

 

"Just as I planned it, Vinnie. Any problems?"

 

"Nope, not a one. Got everything but the fridge unloaded into the building, alarm reset and locked up. I was just stopping to drop the key off as we left. Glad you showed up since I wouldn't want to just leave it layin' `round out here."

 

"You want paid now or are you going to send a bill?"

 

"If you got it, you can just pay me now and save us both wastin' money on the post office."

 

"What's the damages, Vinnie? I'll see if I've got it."

 

"I figure $500 should cover it. Anybody else, I'd stick `em for a grand."

 

"Perfect, come on in and I'll get you some cash. You are good with cash, aren't you?"

 

"Always, Maxie. And if I should accidentally forget to claim it as income next year, who's gonna' know, right?"

 

"That's between you and the IRS, Vinnie." I left Tom and Vinnie in the living room while I headed to the safe in the bedroom to get the cash. When I handed the money to Vinnie, I said, "There's a couple hundred extra there for a job well done on short notice. We appreciate it. Take your families out and have a good dinner on us."

 

"Thanks, Maxie, pleasure doin' business with ya'. You need anything else moved, anytime, anywhere, you let me know."

 

"I'll do that, Vinnie. Thanks for your help this week and I hope you all have a great weekend."

 

"Now that I got some cash, you can be sure I'll do just that," he responded as he shook my hand. He then turned to Tom, pulled him into a bear hug said, "Thanks for everything, Tom. You're a great guy and I owe you my life. You need anything, you let me know, I owe you, big time, man." With that, Vinnie headed down the hall and out of the house.

 

As his truck pulled away, I commented, "I like him, Tom. Glad you and Dylan helped him straighten his life out."

 

"I am, too. Even gladder that he's keeping it straightened out. Well, I don't know `bout you, but I'm gettin' tired of being dressed, hope you don't mind if I go get comfy."

 

"Hope you don't mind if I join you?"

 

"Be disappointed if you didn't." We headed to the bedroom, hand in hand, and as soon we entered the bedroom, we started getting undressed. "Got any plans for the rest of the day?" Tom asked with this back to me.

 

"Nothing that can't wait for a while. Why, you got any bright ideas to help kill some time?"

 

"I've got a few," he answered as he turned around and let me see he was sporting a serious erection.

 

"Um, let me guess, you want to wash some windows?" I asked as he moved closer. "No, wait, maybe mop the floors?"

 

"Actually," he whispered as he spun me half-way around, wrapped me in his arms from behind and nestled his hardness between my legs and under my balls, "since we have some acreage here, I thought maybe I'd plow somebody's field."

 

"That sounds like fun, lover, but you better get to work now, we only have about an hour before the boys get off the bus."

 

Tom wasted no more time or words as he led me to the bed and proceeded to do exactly as he'd promised. He had me lie down on my back and I lifted my legs to my chest to allow access to my backside. He retrieved the oil and toy from the nightstand drawer and began to loosen my tight sphincter muscle for what was to follow. The entire time he was stimulating and stretching by ass wider, his mouth was busy paying attention to my hard cock and balls. Only after driving me to the edge of orgasm several times did he decide I was ready to accept his cock in my ass again.

 

He knelt between my feet that I was holding above my ass and slowly guided his mushroom to my rear opening. When the head made contact with my pucker, he lifted his eyebrows in question and after receiving a nod from me, he pressed the issue and his body subtly moved forward, forcing the head inside my body. I gasped and winced as pain shot throughout my body at the extra stretch necessary to accommodate the width of his cock and he stopped moving.

 

"You okay, babe?" Tom asked.

 

"I will be, just don't move for a minute." I forced my body to relax completely and once the initial shock had worn off, I slowly nodded my head for him to continue. He moved slowly and lovingly as he impaled me with his hardness and didn't stop his progress until I felt his unruly bush of pubic hair tickling my ass, causing me to giggle in delight. "Oh, god, you feel wonderful," I moaned in delight.

 

"If it feels that good, why the hell you giggling?"

 

"Your hair is tickling my balls," I grinned. "I haven't had hair for so long, I'd forgotten how it feels."

 

"Well, let me tickle `em a bit more," he answered as he pulled back out about half an inch and then wiggled his hips to rake his hair across my sack. I let go of my knees, wrapped my feet around behind his ass, and pulled him all the way back into me. After a minute of holding him still, I was ready for him to get started with his plowing. Tom did not disappoint me as he started a gentle fucking motion and slowly increased the tempo. I lifted my ass to meet him on every stroke and we were soon sweating like hogs in a rut.

 

I was in no hurry whatsoever for this coupling to end and after about ten minutes, I stopped him and rolled us over so I was seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt, again. I began a slow rocking motion and built up speed until I began using my legs to lift myself and then settle back down on my lover's hips, each time taking as much of him inside me as I could. Neither Tom nor I had touched my cock yet and it was dripping copiously, filling his navel and spreading slowly over his furry belly. When I could take no more, I settled myself again, grabbed his hands and placed them on my cock.

 

He needed no more hints and began stroking me with one hand while his other hand wiggled its way under by bag and began fondling my balls. In minutes, I had reached the point of no return and the cum started pumping, flowing freely over his chest and gut. The contractions of my sphincter from my ongoing orgasm tipped Tom over the edge and I could feel his cock twitching in my ass as he flooded my insides with his own offering. Our carnal lust sated, I laid down on Tom, spreading my cum between us as I kissed him and whispered in his ear, "I love you."

 

"I love you more," he responded.

 

"Maybe. I think it's time to run through a shower and get cleaned up before one of us has to pick up the boys."

 

"What? You don't think they should see us like this?" he laughed.

 

"Wouldn't be my first choice, no." We crawled out of the bed and hopped in the shower for quick rinse. By the time we were dried off, it was time to meet the bus. I'll be glad when it warms up a bit and the boys can get some exercise walking the half mile to the house instead of having to pick them up. I pulled on some clothes and made my way to the garage. On the way through the house, I noticed the message light on the phone blinking so I paused long enough to see who had called.

 

"Hey, Tom, looks like Malcom called us today, come listen to his message!" I called out. He moseyed into the kitchen and I punched the button to play the message.

 

"Tom or Max, whoever hears this, this is Malcom White, you know, Dylan's old friend. I've been thinkin' about your call the other day and I think I want to go ahead and get together with you guys and Dylan sometime. I've kinda wanted to see him again, but was too scared of what I'd find to follow through. After talkin' to you, though, I think it's a chance I should take. Call me back at my home number this evening after seven and let's see what we can work out. Thanks. I'll look forward to talkin' with y'all tonight."

 

"That sounds promising," I commented, "and after what Dylan told us today, I think this is gonna' work out great."

 

"Yeah, I do, too. I can't wait to call him back."

 

"Gotta' run. Back in a few with the boys." True to my word, I retuned in five minutes and after parking in the garage, five nude boys and I strolled into the house. I don't know why they think they have to undress in the car, but that's not a battle I'm going to fight. As they dropped their clothes in their rooms, I started peeling off my artificial armor as I continued through the house. It felt good to get comfortable after the day out and about. I deposited my clothes in our bedroom, then on the way back to the kitchen, I stopped in the study to grab the two notebooks I'd promised to have for Alex and Joey to use for their extra work in the fourth-grade math text. As I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by the fab five, three of which had already started on their homework for the night. I also found Tom busy getting a snack and milk ready for the boys.

 

"Alex, Joey, here're the new notebooks for you," I said as I laid them on the counter. "Use them well."

 

"Thanks, dad, we can get started on those new books tonight," Alex responded.

 

"Too bad we didn't have them last night, we coulda' had the first three or four chapters done already," Joey added. "Better late than never, I guess," he cracked.

 

"Are ever happy, young man?" I asked.

 

"Most of the time, yeah. I figure it's better to be happy than sad."

 

"That's a good attitude to have, Joey." I turned to T.J. while Tom set snacks on the counter and asked the obligatory question, "How you feelin', T.J.?"

 

"Not too bad. It still hurts pretty bad when I try to take a deep breath, but I can deal with it."

 

"That's why the doctor said no running or jumping. Exercise will make you need to take deep breaths and he knows that would hurt."

 

"Yeah, thanks, dad, but I already figured that out."

 

"What, is everyone going to be a smart-aleck today? What about you Mike and Andy?"

 

They looked at each other and grinned, then looked back to me and Mike answered, "Oh, no, dad, we'll try to be good."

 

"Glad to hear it. By the way, you two never seem to have any homework. What's up with that?" I asked.

 

"Just lucky, I guess, dad," Andy answered.

 

"Well, I'm just gonna' have to talk to your teacher and see if we can get some for you. Doesn't seem fair for these three to deal with it every night and you two get off scot-free, does it?"

 

"Don't you dare!" Mike yelled.

 

"Yeah, we like not havin' homework," Andy added.

 

"I'm just kiddin', guys, but enjoy it while it lasts. Looks like having free nights ends next year."

 

"I hate to interrupt this scintillating homework conversation," Tom interjected, "but I'm starting to get hungry. Any idea what we're having for supper?"

 

"How does breaded pork chops and mashed potatoes sound to everybody?" After receiving positive agreements from all, I pulled some chops from the freezer and laid them out over a sink of hot water so they could start thawing out. After that was done, I pulled out the biggest pot I had, filled it with water and set it on the stove over a high flame. I handed Tom the peeler and a sack of potatoes so he could start peeling and cutting them to boil. "Andy, Mike, since you two don't have anything else to do at the moment, why don't you get started on setting the table? I know it's early, but you might as well be doing something constructive."

 

"Sure thing, dad," Mike answered. They slid off their stools and I pulled plates from the cabinet to hand to Mike. Andy got busy setting out the silverware and napkins for everybody. I chanced a glance at Alex and Joey and noticed they were furiously scribbling in their new notebooks. I hadn't noticed when they'd switched books, but was glad they were taking this new task seriously. T.J. finished with his work, closed his book, then slid off the stool to put his things into his backpack so he'd have it in the morning. When he came back I asked, "Did Alex and Joey help you with your backpack like they were supposed to, today?"

 

"Sure, they did. Alex followed me to my class with it and Joey had me wait in the classroom until he could get there to pick it up. Mike and Andy even carried my tray at lunch. I told `em I could do it, but they wouldn't let me try. It's not like a tray of that glop they call food weighs a bunch, but n-o-o-o-o. I felt like a two-year old."

 

"Now, T.J., they're just trying to help out."

 

"I know, but I still looked like an idiot, havin' them carry my food for me."

 

"Well, don't get too used to it. They'll be tired of helping you in no time and it'll be all back to you."

 

"Can't happen soon enough, dad," he retorted as he climbed back up on his stool.

 

"Hey, Max, this enough potatoes?" Tom asked.

 

I looked in the pot, saw it was half full and answered, "That should be plenty, Tom, thanks."

 

"No sweat, nice to know I'm good for something around here."

 

"You're good for plenty more than peeling potatoes, big guy," I grinned.

 

"Sounds like you two had some fun this afternoon," Joey commented through a twisted smile.

 

"More fun than we had anyway," Alex added with a knowing look on his face.

 

"Well, now that you mention it, boys," Tom started before I elbowed him in the ribs, "we, uh, had some very nice quiet time, um, reading by the fireplace, yeah, that's it, we read by the fireplace all afternoon. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

 

"Yeah, right," Joey responded sarcastically. "I don't believe a word of it," he snickered.

 

I lightly popped Joey on the top of his head and said, "You're too smart for your own good, you know that, right?"

 

"Yep," he answered proudly. T.J., Andy and Mike got the Uno cards and played quietly in the living room while Joey and Alex continued working on the fourth-grade math book. Tom had returned to reading by the fireplace, perhaps trying to reinforce the lie he told the twins a minute ago. While everyone else was otherwise engaged, I took advantage of the situation by retrieving the guest list for the twins' birthday party to start looking up parents' names and phone numbers. With a little help from Joey and Alex providing some names, I soon had all sixteen potential guests ready to contact. Dialing the first name on the list, Jesse Jackson, I waited patiently while the phone rang.

 

"Hello?" a young lady answered.

 

"Hi, my name is Max Sanders. Is this Jesse Jackson's mother?"

 

"It is. My name's Darla, what can I do for you? Is Jesse in trouble?"

 

"Not at all. Jesse is in school with my sons, Joey and Alex Allison. Their birthday is next Thursday and we're having a swimming and movie party for them next Saturday afternoon starting about one. The boys would like Jesse to come and be a part of the celebration. Does that sound like something you'd allow?"

 

"Well, the movie part sounds okay, but I'm not too sure about the swimming part. Jesse's not a great swimmer. Besides, it seems a bit early in the year for that, doesn't it?"

 

"Normally, I'd agree, but we have a covered and heated pool so we can use it year-round. And I've also arranged to have a lifeguard from the Y in Springfield to help us keep an eye on everything and everyone. It'd be great if Jesse could be here. We'll make sure everybody is safe."

 

"Well, I suppose it would be okay. Will I have to bring him over or can you come get him?"

 

"I'd be happy to pick him up. I'm sure I'll have some other guests who will need a ride, so I'll make sure we include Jesse in that list. Oh, and no gifts are necessary."

 

"This sounds great, Max. Jesse doesn't have many friends and doesn't go many places. I'm sure he'll have fun and maybe he can pick up a few new friends out of it. Thanks. I'll make sure he's ready to go when you get here to pick him up."

 

"Happy to help, Darla. All he'll need to bring with him will be something to swim in. I'll give you a call next Saturday when I leave home to pick up kids. Sound okay?"

 

"Just perfect. Thanks again and I'll see you Saturday."

 

I ended the call feeling it went well for my first attempt at putting together my first kids party. Only fifteen more calls to make. I took a break from making calls to get the pork chops in the oven and then returned to the guest list and more calls. Fifteen attempts later, I had nine guests who would definitely be attending, four maybes and three no answers I would have to call back. Having done everything I could on that job, I returned to the kitchen to check on our supper. And that's where I found Joey and Alex, still working on the fourth-grade math book. The chops were just about done, so I got busy with whipping the potatoes with butter and a bit of milk.

 

"Why don't you guys take a break and help me finish getting supper on the table?"

 

"Huh, oh, okay, dad," Joey answered.

 

"What do want us to do?" Alex asked.

 

"Why don't you start with getting everybody's drinks?"

 

"I'll find out what everyone wants," Alex said as he headed to the living room.

 

"I'll grab the glasses so we'll be ready to fill `em up," Joey responded to his brother. Alex returned shortly with drink orders and the two worked together to fill the glasses and get them on the table. When that was done, they came back and Joey asked, "What next, dad?"

 

"I think that's it until I get the potatoes whipped. Oh, wait, can you get me a platter for the chops and a bowl for the potatoes, please?" Joey boosted Alex to reach the cabinet and retrieve the items, both of which were promptly dropped to the floor, bringing Tom and the other three boys into the kitchen at a run. Fortunately, both dishes were Corelle, so they didn't break when hitting the floor. "You two okay?" I asked as I spun around to see what happened to find Joey holding Alex around his thighs to lift him up, nose buried deep in his ass.

 

"Sorry, dad," Alex started, "but I was doing fine until Joey licked my ass after lifting me up."

 

"I see. Tom, would you take over with the potatoes for a minute. I think Joey and I need to have a little chat. Come with me, young man," I said as I walked out of the kitchen, Joey following glumly behind me as I led the way to the study. After closing the door, I directed Joey to chair and sat next to him. "You want to tell me what you were thinking?"

 

"Not really," he answered while looking at the floor.

 

"Well, I think you owe me an explanation for what just happened."

 

"I was just thinking about what a cute butt Alex has and I couldn't resist the chance to lick it. I mean, it was right there in my face."

 

While I was giggling internally, I forced myself to maintain a straight and serious look on my face and said, "Do you understand why that wasn't the best action to take at that moment?"

 

"Yeah, those things could've broken and we could've been cut by flying glass."

 

"That's one possibility, yes, and it would have been bad. You could have also dropped your brother and hurt him. You were right next to the stove and it's still hot from the potatoes and the chops are still in the oven. That's the more serious problem, as I see it. While I appreciate your willingness to help, your method wasn't the best. You'd have been better off to pull over a stool and hold it for Alex to climb on."

 

"And then his butt wouldn't have been in my face, so I wouldn't have licked it, which is what made him drop the bowl and platter."

 

"That's exactly the proper thinking. Too bad it didn't happen before you lifted Alex and not after. Understand?"

 

"Yeah, dad. I'm sorry," Joey mumbled.

 

"Well, you owe an apology to Alex, also. And we need some type punishment to reinforce the fact that something like this shouldn't happen again."

 

"Oh, man."

 

"I can't really take away electronics since you don't play the Xbox much or have your own phone or tablet or anything. But it has to be something you really like so it makes an impression on you."

 

"No, you wouldn't dare."

 

"Oh, but I do. And I believe you'll think twice before trying something so dangerous again. This may seem silly to you, but for the rest of the weekend up until it's time to go to school Monday morning, you'll have to wear shorts and a t-shirt, even in bed."

 

"Damn it, that's not fair!"

 

"Keep it up and I'll extend it through all of next week. You need to learn from your mistakes and taking away something you'll truly regret losing is the only way I know to drive the point home. The only thing I can think of that will hurt the most is the privilege of being nude in this house."

 

"That just sucks."

 

"You just extended it to Tuesday morning. Shall we try for Wednesday?"

 

"No! Fine. Tuesday morning, but I ain't gonna' like it," he grumbled.

 

"That's the whole point of a punishment, son. Look, I know you two love each other and like to show that love, but there's a time and place for that. And, it's not in the kitchen next to a hot stove. Now, get some shorts and a shirt on, then, when you come back to the kitchen, you apologize to your brother. GO!" He ran out of the study and I ambled back to the kitchen to check on supper. "Are we close yet?" I asked as I walked in to the kitchen.

 

"I think, so," Tom answered. "Potatoes are in the bowl, chops on the platter, applesauce in another bowl. Let's sit and eat. Wait, where's Joey?"

 

"He'll be back as soon as he puts on his punishment."

 

"What!?"

 

"The only thing I could think of at the moment as a form of punishment is for him wear clothes for the next couple of days. And you four," I started while pointing to Alex, T.J., Mike and Andy, "will not point that out. Joey did something wrong and he needs to learn that his behavior was unacceptable. Got it?" After receiving four nods in understanding, I added, "Good. Let's go eat."

 

As we turned and headed towards the table, I heard T.J. whisper to Alex, "Boy, I hope I never get in trouble like that `cause having to wear clothes around here would really suck."

 

"Yeah, me too," Alex whispered back.

 

We'd just taken our seats when Joey returned, dressed and mumbling under his breath. "What's that son, I couldn't quite hear you."

 

"Nothin', dad. Not that you'd care, anyway."

 

"But I do care, Joey. Um, don't you have something to say to your brother?"

 

"Yeah." He looked to Alex and mumbled, "Sorry."

 

"One more time, please, and at least try to make it sound you really mean it."

 

After rolling his eyes in disgust, he tried again, "Alex, I'm sorry I licked your cute ass. I shouldn't have done that in the kitchen next to a hot stove." He looked back to me and asked, "Better?" The apology was tinged with just a hint of sarcasm, and while not exactly the wording I'd hoped for, I believe Joey got the message loud and clear.

 

"Thank you, Joey, that was much better. Now, let's eat." We dug into our food. Mike and Andy passed their plates to Tom and me so we could cut their pork chops while Alex took care of T.J.'s for him.

 

"Max," Tom started, "Don't forget we need to call Malcom around seven."

 

"That's right, I'm anxious to hear what he says."

 

"Who's Malcom," T.J. asked.

 

"He's an old friend of Dylan's he hasn't seen for a long time. Tom found him and we're trying to arrange for them to see each other again."

 

"Cool," Andy said.

 

"Are ya' gonna' do it here?" Mike asked.

 

"We're going to try. We'll see how things work out."

 

"Joey, Alex, how's it going with the extra math book? How much have you done?" Tom asked.

 

"We've finished the first four chapters," Alex answered.

 

"And about halfway through the fifth one," Joey continued.

 

"Keep going at that rate, you'll have it all done next week," I commented.

 

"That's kinda' our plan, dads. Do ya' think they'd let us have the fifth-grade book when we finish this one?"

 

"I don't know. Mr. Furman wasn't too thrilled with the idea of turning you loose with this one. But I'll sure ask him when you're done with it."

 

"Great! That'll be fun."

 

"By the way, I've called all the parents of the kids on your list and, so far, you have nine that will be here, four maybes and three I have to try again later."

 

"Excellent," Alex responded. "This is gonna' be a great party, isn't it, Joey?"

 

"Yeah, whatever," he grumped.

 

"Oh, c'mon, Joey, cheer up," T.J. said. "If all you're gonna' do is be big old grump the next couple of days, you can just stay away from me."

 

"Hey," Tom interrupted, "We'll have none of that. Y'all need to work together and maybe he won't be so dang grumpy."

 

"Yeah, all right, pops. Sorry, Joey," T.J. answered.

 

"That's all right, T.J. I don't even want to be around myself right now."

 

"Geez, Joey, you're acting like I spanked you."

 

"I wish you would've. I rather have my ass beat than have to wear clothes."

 

"Sorry, but I don't believe inflicting pain teaches you anything. Except, maybe, how to do the same to others and I won't do that."

 

The rest of the meal passed quietly as we filled our bellies. When the boys started cleaning up the dishes, I followed through on my earlier promise and showed them how I like the dishwasher loaded. While I was doing that, Tom was cleaning up the potato pot and pork chop pan in the sink. The boys, being eager to please, had the dishes properly loaded and ready to run in very short order. I wouldn't run it until after the boys had their snack later, but it was nice to have it ready to go.

 

"Ya' know somethin' I hadn't thought about until just now, Tom, but I think it's something we should start doing."

 

"What's that?" he asked.

 

"These guys are old enough to start learning some other responsibilities and earning an allowance. What do you think?"

 

"I think that's a great idea. As long as you're the one paying out the allowances, anyway," he laughed. "Remember, I'm currently unemployed and don't have any income."

 

I punched him in the shoulder and said, "You clown."

 

"Really, we're gonna' get paid to live here?" Mike asked.

 

"Well, not to just live here, but to take care of certain things like keeping your rooms clean, taking out the trash, putting your dirty clothes in the laundry room, stuff like that."

 

"What are we gonna' get paid?" T.J. wanted to know.

 

"I think we'll start at a buck a day and slowly increase it as you get older. How does that sound?"

 

"Sweet!" yelled Alex. "And we can spend it on whatever we want?"

 

"You bet, guys. You'll earn a little spending money and learn some responsibility as you grow up."

 

"Even me?" Andy asked.

 

"Yes, Andy, you, too. For as long as you're with us."

 

"Whoo-hoo!" he hollered.

 

"Look, it's about time for Tom and me to call Malcom. You guys want to watch a movie while we do that?" The simple answer to my question was to suddenly see the fab five turn tail run towards the theater. I followed along behind them, started the movie they'd picked out, then returned to the kitchen to rejoin Tom. "Living room?" I asked.

 

"That should be fine, let's go. When we're done with the call, we can get some popcorn and drinks and join the boys for the rest of the movie." We sat by the fireplace and after putting the phone on speaker, Tom dialed Malcom's number. He finally answered on the fourth ring.

 

"This is Malcom, that you Tom?"

 

"Yep, and I have my partner Max here, also. Thanks for calling us back. How ya' doing?"

 

"Pretty, good, man. I was pretty freaked out when you first called, but the more I think about Dylan and how much we loved each other, I know I gotta' do this. And since you've offered to help, I'm gonna let ya."

 

"That's good news Malcom, especially after what Dylan told us earlier."

 

"What was that?"

 

"We were at the courthouse today to meet with a judge and, while we were waiting, Dylan walked by us, lost in a fog. He told us that since he'd brought your name up to us a couple weeks ago, all he could think about was finding you and seeing you again."

 

"Damn, that's good `cause I done got the same problem. Ever since we talked, he's all I can think about, too. I can't wait to see his ugly mug again."

 

"We're only too happy to help make that happen, Malcom. However, next week we have a meeting Wednesday all day, Thursday is our twins' birthday and Saturday is the party with their friends. We won't have a chance to get this all set up until the next weekend, on the 22nd. Is that going to be a problem with you?"

 

"Nah, man, that's cool. I have weekends off, so that'll be perfect."

 

"Here's what we're thinking, Malcom. We'll invite Dylan out to have supper and go swimming with us that evening. He's done it before and we're pretty sure he'd do it, again. Then, we'd have you come down mid-afternoon so you'll already be here when arrives for supper. You could either drive yourself, or I'll come pick you up and bring you down. Then, after we're settled in to visit a bit before we eat, you can come out of the study and just sit down next to him. I think he'll be surprised, don't you?"

 

"That sounds perfect, man. I can't wait to see him, again. It's been too damn long."

 

"Well, it's gonna' happen, Malcom, so you better be thinking about what you want to get out of this. We'll get everything set up on this end and I'll call you the Wednesday before to finalize plans with you, sound okay to you?"

 

"Excellent, you guys. I appreciate everything you're doing for us. Talk to you later, Tom, Max."

 

We ended the call and headed to the kitchen to get the popcorn popping for the boys. Just as we were splitting it into separate bowls for each, Alex came out to get a drink.

 

"Your timing is right on the money, Alex. Why don't you help us carry the snack and drinks for everyone?"

 

"Happy to, dads."

 

We loaded up and carefully headed back to the theater with everything, trying to make sure we didn't drop any of it. With the bowls and drinks passed out, Tom and I started to sit behind the boys in our usual chairs when I heard the phone ring. I rolled my eyes and said, "Be right back." I hustled back to the kitchen to answer the phone before voicemail kicked in and managed to pick up the phone halfway through the fourth ring.

 

"Hello?" I answered.

 

"Max, honey, it's your mom. We've got a problem, son. Are you sitting down?" I could tell she'd been crying and was trying to compose herself.