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TRIPOD -- Chapter 40
I woke up on New Year's Day with Darius sleeping next to
me, curled up in the fetal position, his back up against mine. Grabbing my phone,
I checked the time: 11:12. Temperature: -2º (-19C). Forecast: Sunny. Bitterly
cold. Blowing and drifting snow. Total overnight accumulation: From 20 inches
(50cm) along the lake to 10 inches (25cm) inland. Evanston sits right on the
shores of Lake Michigan. Ah, good, old lake-effect snow. I guess the wind had
shifted overnight and brought in tons of unexpected accumulation. No one was
going anywhere for a while.
My grandpa David once told me the story of the Chicago
blizzard of 1979. I guess the city was caught off guard after a huge snowfall
and it took almost two weeks to dig everyone out. The mayor lost his job in the
mayoral election that followed a few months later because of it. Ever since
then, Chicago has among the best snow removal in the country. Even after the
worst storms, the main streets are usually clear within twenty-four hours. Nothing
like the fear of losing your job to get politicians motivated to do something. Unfortunately,
we weren't in Chicago but Evanston, an independent city with its own timeline
for snow removal.
I slipped quietly out of bed and peeked out from behind the
window shade. The sun was shining brightly but Sho's car was barely visible under
a huge blanket of snow. The street, or rather where I thought the street was, was
deserted. Tyler's house is on a side street. It could be days before city crews
came by to remove the snow.
Might as well get breakfast going. As I slid on a pair of
sweatpants and a t-shirt, Tyler poked his head into the room and yelled, "Snow day, bitches!" startling a previously-snoozing Darius enough
to make him scream.
"It's New Year's Day, Ty. There's no school anyway," I
responded.
Tyler walked into the room, pushed me down onto the bed,
then hopped on it himself. He leaned in to give both of us a kiss on the lips.
"Ready for round five?" he asked.
Darius just moaned. I'd fucked Darius in round three, and in
round four, Brandon, switching rolls from earlier in the evening, had given
Darius a fucking he wouldn't soon forget, pounding his ass mercilessly for at
least fifteen minutes before bringing him to a scream-filled, hands-free, earth-shattering
orgasm.
"I don't think I can walk," Darius moaned. "Brandon is a
fucking sex machine. There's no top that can match him...and now he's a hungry bottom,
too. Went from virgin to taking Jaime balls-deep in one night. Amazing."
"Wanna blow job, Jaime," Tyler grinned, "so the new year
can get off to a happy start? `Get off,' get it?"
"I think the snake is going into hibernation, ready to shed
its skin. I'm gonna need a little more downtime," I moaned. "Besides, I'm a lot
more hungry than horny right now."
"Yeah, that's what Eddie said, too. You dudes are no fun. Wanna
go check on Brandon and Sho?"
"Sure," I replied, "I think Darius is gonna pass though,
right babe?"
Darius just let out a low moan and rolled over.
Tyler and I quietly walked down the two flights of stairs. We
found Brandon and Sho already awake, cuddled up on the couch together under a
blanket watching the Rose Parade on TV.
"It got kinda cold down here,"
Sho said. "Brandon invited me under the blanket to stay warm."
"You two look like some old, married couple watching the
gayest thing on TV," I said. "How'd you sleep?"
"Uff, like a dead guy from 4:00
to 10:00," said Brandon. "What's for breakfast? Sex sure helps you work up an
appetite."
Sho nodded and looked adoringly at Brandon. A shit-eating
grin appeared on his face.
"I'm about to get started on it. Let me see what Tyler's
got in the fridge."
Tyler stayed behind and snuggled up on the couch. Eddie was
heading down the stairs as I headed up to the kitchen. I gave him a quick kiss
as he passed me.
The fridge and pantry proved to be not quite as bleak as I'd
expected: onions, peppers, some decent Italian ham, eggs, a sharp cheese; I'd
make a frittata. But first, some coffee. I filled the coffeemaker to capacity
and got that going. As the coffee started dripping, Darius walked slowly down
the stairs. He had a half-smile, half I'm-still-asleep look that made him look
even hotter than normal.
"You think they've got some tea?" he asked.
"Let me check. Well, they've got some bags that look like
they came with a Chinese takeout order. Not sure how old they are," I said.
"Jasmine or oolong?"
"Uh, generic. Take it or leave it."
"There's a shit ton of snow on the ground. I'm not heading out
to get anything better. It'll be fine. What's for breakfast, my pint-sized chef
with the gallon-sized dick?"
"Frittata. Wanna cut up some fruit for me?"
"That's getting to be my specialty," Darius grinned, pulling
stuff from the fridge. "Where's Tyler?"
"Everyone's downstairs watching the flower-covered floats
on TV," I replied.
Darius just rolled his eyes and got to work making the
fruit salad.
At noon, I called downstairs for everyone to come up to
eat.
"They're just getting to the good floats," Eddie called out.
"And the best marching bands," Sho added.
"Bring it all downstairs," Tyler ordered.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I mumbled. "Do I look like a
full-service restaurant?"
"No, but you make a super-hot waiter," Darius responded. "I'll
help."
We grabbed some plates and forks and dished out food for
everyone then carried it downstairs. The guys were all cuddled up together on
one sofa, transfixed by the parade. Darius and I sat down in front of them on
the floor. Sho reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. Eddie reached
down and rubbed Darius's shoulders. I have to admit that I could get used to
this.
"Well, the technology behind these floats and just the
amount of work that goes into getting all the flowers on them is pretty amazing,"
I admitted.
"He's hooked," Brandon laughed. "Everything's delicious,
Jaime. Thanks."
"You know, guys, I think we're gonna have a problem. The
roads are still covered with snow, so we can't really drive anywhere. There's
not much food left in the house unless you consider those frozen pizza puffs and
sugary cereal to be food. Tyler, you hear from the rents?" I asked.
"Just got a call from Mom. The hotel extended the promo
rate for another night `cause of how many people got stuck
there from the snow. They're just gonna hang downtown tonight. The L is running
but they don't want to leave the car and can't walk all the way from the L stop
to our house anyway. Mom asked if we were OK. I told them about Sho. They said
how nice it was to offer to help the kid out. I didn't send them a picture so
they could see how hot he is or let them know that he'd fucked Brandon into a
new year."
Sho blushed. The rest of us laughed.
"Well, I think we're gonna have to walk to the supermarket.
It's like a mile in deep snow. Do we have any money?" I asked.
"I've got a bit left," Brandon said.
"I can ask my folks for some money on my debit card,"
Darius volunteered.
Everyone else agreed to do the same.
"Jaime, Tyler only lives a few blocks away. You can walk
home," Dad said when I called to ask for the money.
"I know, but nobody else can really cook. There's hardly
any food left here. Darius, Eddie, and Brandon live too far away to walk home.
And Sho can't drive anywhere with all the snow," I said, pleading my case.
"Who's Sho?" Dad asked.
I told him Sho's story about delivering sushi and getting
stuck in the snow. I left out the part about Sho being a PreacherKidXXXL
superfan.
"And is Sho good-looking and into guys?"
"Well, kinda."
Dad couldn't stop laughing.
Once he'd finally caught his breath he said, "The hot,
pizza delivery boy meme straight from a porn video titled `Fifty Shades of Gay.'
If the walls could talk."
"Well, they can't. Which is probably a good thing," I laughed.
"That reminds me, we've got some sheets that need washing."
"Ugh, I bet. TMI. I'll put $50 on the card."
"Thanks, Dad. Have you talked to Asher?"
"He's still at Eddie's house. Had a blast. Said he's never
had so much fun. Eddie's mom called this morning to say that they'd stocked up
before the storm and that the kids were all safe and sound. Asher will probably
spend another night there."
"Good for him...and good for you and Mom. You've got the
whole place to yourselves again. Don't let Mom beat you at video games," I kidded.
"Have fun. Be safe. Say hi to your friends. Love you, Jaime."
"Love you, too."
Reassembled downstairs after making all of our calls, we
decided that Darius and I would trudge through the snow to the grocery store
while the other guys shoveled the driveway and cleared off Sho's car.
I guess that made sense, but given that there were twenty
inches (50cm) of snow on the ground and I'm only sixty-four inches (163cm) tall...
"This should be fun," I said rolling my eyes.
"Come on, Jaime," Brandon began, "You're the only one who
can walk through a supermarket and pull together everything you need to make
decent meals. The rest of us would either wind up with a bunch of stuff we like
on its own but that wouldn't go together or frozen shit we could nuke."
We all decided that Brandon and Tyler didn't need to kick
in any more money because they'd covered dinner the night before.
Eddie transferred the money his folks had deposited from
his account to mine. Darius did the same. Then, Sho handed me $50.
"No, that's your tip from last night," I said.
"It's the least I can do. This has been an amazing
experience. I hope we all stay in touch once we can get out of here," Sho said,
addressing the whole group, but with his eyes fixed on Brandon.
Darius and I bundled up and grabbed a bunch of reusable
grocery bags from Tyler. It took us nearly an hour to trudge the mile (1.6km) to
the grocery store. We stopped every few minutes to catch our breaths. Walking
in snow up to your thighs is really tough going, even more so in frigid
temperatures with a biting wind in your face.
"I can't feel my face," Darius said when we'd reached about
the halfway mark.
"I'll feel it for you later if we make it," I laughed.
Luckily, the supermarket was open. They'd cleared their
parking lot, having moved the snow into huge piles at the far end of the lot. The
street in front of the supermarket still had snow on it, but it looked as
though the city had at least tried to keep it clear overnight. It wasn't in
great shape, but a four-by-four could get through. Unfortunately, that couldn't
be said of the route we had to take back to Tyler's place, which was all side
streets.
Darius and I walked through the store gathering up food that
we could carry back with us without collapsing under the weight. We'd have to drink
water back at Tyler's because carrying heavy liquids just didn't make sense. I
did get a small container of milk for coffee and to make pancakes the following
morning.
We stopped for a second to sneak a kiss in the ethnic foods
aisle, then made it to the checkout line.
The wind had started to ease up and was at our backs as we
walked home to Tyler's but the added weight of the groceries made us sink in even
deeper than before.
It was now after 3:00 PM. It would be dark in an hour. As
we rounded the corner onto Tyler's street, exhausted and
frozen, we could see that his driveway was clear and Sho's car had been freed
from its snowy tomb. Sitting on the lawn with their backs to the street were
six snowmen of various heights. Unlike the usual large, round snowball, the torsos
of those snowmen were distinctly different. Each had broad shoulders that
tapered to a narrow waist. As we moved past Sho's car and up the path to Tyler's
front door, the fronts of the snowmen came into view.
Darius and I took one look, glanced at each other, dropped
our groceries, and fell over laughing. Let's just say that each of the snowmen
was "anatomically correct." Each had huge pecs, washboard abs, and a huge penis.
The shortest snowman's frosty penis hung right to the ground with two
baseball-sized testicles plastered beneath it.
Once we'd regained our composure and picked up the bags, we
glanced up to see our four friends through the window doubled over laughing.
"Very funny," I said as we walked through the door. "Now
shut up and grab these groceries and help us get undressed. We're frozen stiff."
"Really?" Tyler said, walking over, unzipping my jacket,
and grabbing my crotch, "Mmm. Not quite stiff enough.
I know how I can help."
Before I could even kick off my boots, Tyler dropped to his
knees, slid my jeans down to my ankles, and slipped my cold and shriveled dick
out of my underwear.
"Oh my God, Jaime, look how it's shrunk up to almost nothing,"
he said sarcastically, grabbing onto about 7" (18cm) of soft cock.
Eddie took hold of Darius and did the same. Sho and Brandon
walked over to give us warm hugs and lock lips with us while Eddie and Tyler
worked their magic on our cocks.
"Just a quick BJ, guys. We've got work to do in the
kitchen," I chided.
Tyler pulled off my cock for a second, "This isn't Florida,
dude. We're not serving dinner at 4:30. Relax."
Over the course of about twenty minutes, the boys played
tag-team on Darius's and my dicks, switching off every few minutes, moving from
cock to kiss and back, while stroking their own.
For a guy who said he wasn't all that experienced, Sho had
some pretty impressive oral skills. He managed to get more than half of my dick
down his throat, only resting to grab it with both hands and admire its size. I
guess he'd been practicing on Brandon the night before.
Darius came first, delivering a nice load into Brandon's open
mouth. Seeing my boyfriend's head roll back and his body quiver in ecstasy pushed
me over the edge. I gave Sho a cum facial, shooting seven jets of jizz onto
him. Not quite as impressive as the night before, but your body needs time to
recover, right? Brandon, Tyler, and Eddie stood up and took aim at Sho, each
blasting their load over the eager Boococky, who by then
was so turned on that he blasted jets of hot, white jizz all over the entryway
tile floor.
Eddie grabbed a towel for Sho, while the rest of us just
stood there huddled together.
"What's for dinner?" Brandon asked. "Sex makes me hungry."
"Really? I'd never have known. I'm making Lasagna. Nothing fancy.
But let me get the meat sauce going. It needs to simmer for a while. Then I can
take a nap. I'm wiped. Who's gonna help me cook?"
"I will," Sho volunteered. "I know my way around a kitchen."
"While we're cooking, maybe the rest of you can do a little
cleaning up. Those sheets from last night...with all the cum on them, they can
probably stand up on their own by now," I said.
"You guys have anything you need washed?" Tyler asked. "I'm
guessing you didn't bring enough clothes."
Everyone nodded and ran to get their dirty laundry.
"Throw it into the washer," Tyler instructed. "I don't need
to touch your dirty undies."
"Oh, puhlease," I moaned. "You've
sucked all of our cocks and licked all of our butts and now you're freaking out
over some underwear?"
Everyone nodded and snickered.
"Guess you've got a point," Tyler conceded, then laughed at
his own silliness.
"Anyone wanna watch a bowl game? We've
got some chips and salsa. We can munch on that until dinner's ready," Eddie
said.
Eddie, Tyler, Brandon, and Darius headed downstairs while
Sho and I walked into the kitchen.
"You know, you seem to be the guy everyone looks up to,"
Sho said.
"So to speak," I laughed.
"I need some advice," Sho began. "You know how you read
stories about celebrities who seem so nice on screen or in interviews, then you
hear horror stories from servers or their former personal assistants?"
I nodded.
"Well, when I saw Brandon standing in the hallway last
night, I expected him to be kind of an asshole. I mean, he's so hot and so
hung. I figured he'd just been acting nice for his fan page. But he really is that
nice. He's sweet and smart, and easy to talk to. Do you think he'd ever, like,
want to date me?"
"Before I give you a `yes' or `no,' let me give you some
background. Brandon's had a very tough life. He was abused by his father in a
lot of ways. His little brother was, too. His dad's out of the picture now, but
it's gonna take time for Brandon and his family to heal. He's so much better
now than he was a few months ago and last night kind of proved that. You were
the first to do something with Brandon that I never thought he'd feel comfortable
doing. He trusted you and you were very careful and concerned. He has a very
kind heart and he's a very loving person but I'm not sure he's ready for a relationship
yet. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him. The only way
you'll know is to ask him if he wants to stay in touch, then if he says `yes,'
ask for his phone number. After you've chatted for a while, feel him out and
see if he'd like to go on a date. Just remember something, the other four of us
are part of the deal. We're very protective of each other but especially of
Brandon. If he decides to date you, expect to see a lot of us, too. OK?"
Sho gave me a big hug. "Thanks, Jaime. I can see how much
you guys love each other and I wouldn't want to change that. I'm not the
jealous type and could definitely handle seeing you guys again. So much fun! So,
how can I help with dinner?"
"Here's the one good knife they have in this house. Would
you mind chopping onions, celery, and carrots so I can start on the sauce?"
"Sure. No problem."
"I'll get the ground beef browning and chop up the canned
tomatoes," I said, "And Sho, for what it's worth, I think you and Brandon would
make a really handsome couple and you seem like a great guy."
Once the sauce had been assembled and was slowly simmering
on the stove, I called downstairs to see if Darius wanted to take a little nap.
Apparently, he'd already started to doze off cuddled up with the other guys, so
we headed upstairs for a little lie-down. I set the timer for an hour. Before
we drifted off, spooning on the guest room bed, I asked Darius, "Do you think
Sho and Brandon should date?"
"If you'd asked me a month or so ago, I would have said
that Brandon wasn't ready but honestly, I think that having a special guy, and
one who thinks Brandon is all that, would be good for him."
"Yeah, I kind of feel the same way."
Refreshed from the nap, but sore from our trek to the supermarket,
Darius and I headed back downstairs to finish up dinner. He helped with a salad
while I assembled the lasagna and got it into the oven. By 7:30 PM, dinner was
ready and we all gathered around the table.
"Imagine it's ten years from now," Eddie began, "and this
was real life. All of us living together like a family. All grown up, with
careers but still together. I think that would be pretty sweet."
We all held hands, thinking dreamily about a future that
would probably never happen.
"And Jaime could be the mommy," Tyler laughed. "He'd slap
you with that ten-foot pole if you acted up."
"Mommy, I've been really, really bad," Darius said, doing
everything he could to keep from laughing.
Everyone else laughed. I just smiled. "I think we should
take a selfie and post it. I want to remember this New Year forever. Sho, are
you OK being in the shot?"
"Sure, no problem," he replied. "Jaime, this lasagna is amazing."
Everyone agreed with Sho and once we'd all eaten our fill,
the others formed a circle around me, gave me a group hug, and we snapped the
selfie.
"Down to the sex pit for some more action?" Tyler asked.
We all looked at one another.
"How about we just pick a show and hang out tonight?" Darius
asked.
Everyone nodded, with the other guys almost as tired from
shoveling all the snow and building the snowmen as Darius and I were from our
supermarket ordeal.
By 11:00 PM, we were all dozing off, so we headed to our beds.
Darius and I were sleeping within minutes, way too tired for
another round.
At 7:00 AM, I poked my head out from behind the shade again
to discover that the street had been plowed overnight but the plow had pushed
snow up into Tyler's driveway, blocking Sho's exit.
I left Darius in the room, telling him to take a quick
shower and get dressed. Then I knocked on Tyler's door and told him to go
shovel so that Sho could get out. I headed downstairs to alert Brandon and Sho.
They were already awake and cuddled up together on the sofa.
"Good morning, guys. The street's been plowed. Time to head
home."
Sho looked a touch sad but then he said, "Brandon and I are
going to go to the movies together on Saturday afternoon."
"Awesome! Now get dressed and help dig us out of the
driveway while I make breakfast."
With the driveway clear and breakfast served, we all ate
quietly, sad at the realization that our magical New Year celebration of sex,
love, and friendships both new and old, was over. School was back in session
the next day and it was time to go.
I could walk the few blocks home. Sho offered rides to the
others. The six of us huddled together in a tight group hug, knowing that we'd
just made a memory we'd never forget.
***
The usual lunch group was sitting around the cafeteria
table with nothing much to talk about one day in mid-January a few weeks later.
"Let's play `You're So Gay," Tyler said.
"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked.
"It's kinda like a `Yo mama so ugly' joke... Here's one: Jaime, you're so gay
your favorite vitamin is Vitamin D."
"In huge doses," Eddie smirked.
"No, it's not! My favorite is Lycopene," I replied.
"Wait, lycopene isn't even a vitamin," Seán stated totally confused.
"'Vitamin D' as in `dick.' `Lycopene,' `Like a peen.' Get
it Seán?" I asked.
"Not that funny," said Seán.
Then it was Eddie's turn, "Seán, you're so gay that your
favorite tea is oolong."
"That's Darius's favorite. He's the tea drinker...and the
size queen," I responded. "Tyler, you're so gay your favorite dessert is
spotted dick."
"That's not a dessert. Isn't that some disease?" Tyler
asked.
"Nope. See?" I pulled up a picture of the English steamed pudding.
Then Tyler said, "Brandon you're so gay your favorite
football position is tight end."
Brandon laughed, "Not so tight anymore!"
Then Seán gave it a try, "Jaime, you're so gay your
favorite sport is lickball."
All of us said in unison, "That's not a sport."
"Well, it should be," Seán laughed, then he changed the
subject. "Hey, how's Asher doing? I've seen him walking down the hall a few
times, but didn't have time to stop and chat."
Eddie, Tyler, and Brandon had already heard frequent
reports about Asher, so Brandon pulled out his phone to check for another romantic
text from Sho while Tyler and Eddie checked their social feeds as I filled in
Seán.
"Asher's doing amazing. I can't get the kid to shut up
about how much he loves school. From his very first day, he told us about how
he had people to hang out with, most kids were really nice, and he liked his
classes. And I think what's most important to him is that he has friends to sit
with at lunch. He isn't all alone."
As I looked up, I caught a glimpse of Tyler and Eddie running
out of the cafeteria.
"What's with them?" I asked.
Both Seán and Brandon shrugged. It wasn't like either Tyler
or Eddie to walk off without a hug, let alone without saying a word. Within a
few seconds, my own phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to find a text
from Tyler:
Meet us in the bathroom down the hall. DON'T TELL ANYONE
"Hey, guys, I really gotta pee
and lunch is almost over anyway. I'll catch you later, OK?"
"Later, little buddy," Brandon said, eyeing me
suspiciously.
"See you at practice, Jaime," Seán replied.
A minute later, I was in the bathroom where Tyler was
sitting at the sinks looking like he was going to be sick. Eddie was holding onto
him looking equally grim.
"What's happening? Are you OK? Are your families
OK?"
Tyler handed me his phone. On the screen was a photo of
what looked like one of those home pregnancy tests with "Pregnant" clearly
displayed.
"Who sent you this picture? One of your ex-girlfriends? I
mean it's been like almost four months since you guys broke up, right?"
"No. It's not Megan or Mia," Eddie said.
"Remember the girl I work with at the Multiplex," Tyler
asked, "the one that Eddie and me fooled around with last month?"
"Sure, but you guys used protection, right?"
"Of course, we did, Jaime," Eddie said.
"Let me ask a stupid question. Did you guys bring the
condoms or did she give them to you?"
"She's a nice girl, Jaime. We brought the condoms. It's not
like she poked holes in the condoms and tried to get knocked up. She's freaking
out. She's not sure what she should do."
"What happens if she decides to have the baby?" I asked.
"We haven't gotten that far yet," Tyler replied. "I guess
we should meet up with her face-to-face and try to figure it out. I mean, we're
not assholes. We're not gonna run away and pretend like this isn't happening."
Eddie jumped in, "We're not ready to be dads. Tyler and I
have talked about wanting to be dads someday but not right now, for fuck's sake.
Oh my God, this could fuck up everything. No college. Have to work to support a
kid."
Eddie slumped to the floor and started to cry. Tyler
grabbed him and they sobbed together.
"Only one of you would be the dad," I reminded them.
"No," Tyler replied firmly, "Eddie and I both had sex with
her. It doesn't matter who got her pregnant. It could be either of us. We'll
both take responsibility."
Eddie nodded.
"I think it's too early to do a paternity test anyway. I
can't tell you guys what to do. And we certainly can't force this girl to do
anything. But I do know a few things. If either of you changes his mind and decides
you want to be a father now, you can't force her to have it, if she doesn't
want to. How old is she?"
"She's 17. Same as us," Tyler replied.
"I learned from my Grandma Bernice, the one who runs the
women's health clinic on the South Side, that if she decides to end the pregnancy,
the sooner, the better. Medical abortions are a lot easier and cheaper than
surgical ones, but I think they can only do them up to like seven weeks. When
did you guys have sex with her again?"
Tyler and Eddie stopped to count.
"Six weeks ago," Eddie responded before Tyler could finish
doing the math in his head.
Tyler skipped the gymnastics team workout
that day. I told Coach Melnyk that Tyler's grandma was sick and that they had
to drive down to Tinley Park to see her.
At 6:00 PM, I got a text from Tyler: We're meeting up at
8:00 to talk about what we can do
ME: I'll help in any way I can. Love you guys. You know I
mean it
TYLER: I really want to be a dad. Just not now
At 9:30, Tyler texted me a link for a three-way video chat.
"Are you guys OK?" I asked.
"We're all really freaked. She knows we used condoms. She's
not blaming us," Eddie said.
"Has she decided what she wants to do?" I asked.
"It was a really hard decision. We all want to be parents.
We all love kids. But she knows that there's no way she can have a baby without
taking serious hell from her parents, even if she wanted to give it up for
adoption when it's born. And obviously, none of us can support a kid anyway,"
Tyler said.
"Jaime, you think you could talk to your grandma tonight?"
Eddie asked.
"Sure, guys. Do you think you could drive down to her
clinic tomorrow after school?"
"No problem. Except money," Tyler said.
"Let me talk to Mama Bernice, OK?"
***
"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, Jaime, especially
so late in the evening? Everything OK?"
I recounted my friends' story and asked what they should
do.
"You sure she's just six weeks pregnant?"
"Yes. Early December," I replied.
"OK, the clinic is open until 6:00 PM and I'll be there
personally until then. I'll make sure you guys get on the appointment book. The
good thing is that we just need to give her an ultrasound to prove that she's
not further along, then we dispense the pills to end the pregnancy, which she'll
take when she gets home. They're extremely safe and extremely effective. She'll
need to come in for a follow up later in the week to make sure that everything
went according to plan, OK?"
"Um, how much is this going to cost?"
"Does she have insurance?" Mama Bernice asked.
"She doesn't want her parents to know. She's only
seventeen."
"OK, she's lucky she's in Illinois. No parental notification
necessary. We're getting a big influx of people coming in from Indiana and Wisconsin
now. They're scared and desperate. Without insurance, it's usually about $450.
She'll probably qualify for financial assistance though. Let's see how we net
out. If your friends can pay some and it doesn't cover all the costs, I'll pick
up the rest. Oh, and Jaime, your friends are lucky to have you."
"I'm lucky to have you. Maybe Asher and I can come down to
see you, Grandpa David, and Great Grandma soon? You know how Asher is in love
with Great Grandma."
"We'd love it! What more can grandparents wish for than a
visit from their grandkids, especially once they're old enough that you don't
have to change stinky diapers or worry about them writing on the walls."
"Thanks, Mama Bernice. Love you."
"Love you, too, Jaime."
I called Tyler and Eddie right away and relayed the
details. They both started crying with relief.
"We'll let her know. Just send us the address. What's your
grandma's name?" Eddie asked.
"Dr. Bernice Johnson-Fine. She's the head doctor there."
***
Needless to say, Eddie and Tyler were not their usual
selves over the next few days. Eddie was extremely quiet and Tyler, who was
always ready with a joke, had none. Seán and Brandon noticed but chose not to
pry when Eddie and Tyler kept saying that everything was OK. They just sat
quietly at the table each lunch period, ate their lunches and held hands under
the table.
By Friday of that week, their mood had improved slightly. I
pulled them aside during chemistry class and asked if they had news.
"Everything went fine. Those pills aren't fun, I guess, but
she's feeling better now and your grandma says she's good to go."
I could see that the weight of this decision had been really
painful for my friends; the kid that someday they would have welcomed with open
arms was today not to be. It would be weeks before they were back to normal.
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