Aunque Mi Vida Me Cuesta…
Chapter One – Introductions
Disclaimer: I own the OCs, nothing more.
Summary: Styleboys meet the twins.
Author's Notes: Wow to the response to the prologue…and, nine days later, here's Chapter One. It'll be Stan's POV.
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June 9, 2009
South Park, CO
10:20 A.M.
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"Come ooooooooooonnnnnnnn!!!" I whine, leaning into him as he shrugs me off and sullenly turns a page in his magazine. I don't know what's so interesting about Martha Stewart Living that's preventing Kyle from paying me any attention on a beautiful summer Monday, but never the less that's what he's doing.
"Stan, I know what you're going to ask me," he says without looking up, which floors me. "We've been over this something close to a dozen times over the past month. I know we can afford it, and that it's the right time, but I don't think I'm ready for kids yet. I want you to myself for a while longer."
Well, that makes perfect sense, when you think about it. After five years without me, it's quite reasonable that Kyle's not satisfied with only two as a married couple, and a little over three together again. But I've got a kicker that I haven't used yet, and this is the perfect time to drag it out.
"Remember the little group of friends we had when we were little? You and me, Fatass and Kenny?" I ask. A small nod is my response. "Our kid, or kids, can have that too." Kyle now marks his place in the magazine and sets it aside.
"OK, I'm listening. What are you thinking?" I chuckle. Kyle hasn't been keeping up with our friends as well as me. But, to give him some credit, he actually TEACHES a class. He works a lot more than me, so I have time to get together with the guys from time to time.
"Kenny and Butters both just had kids," I say with a half-grin. As surprising as it had been to both of us, Kenny had finally settled down last year with Bebe Stevens. It wasn't too surprising when I found out that he'd gotten her pregnant. Apparently the poor-people genes still flow through him, even if he is doing pretty decently now.
"BUTTERS had a kid?" he asks, non-plussed by the news about Kenny and Bebe. "He's gay; who the hell did he have a kid with?"
"Well, believe it or not, our sweet, innocent and overly naïve friend got plastered at Raisins a year back and, with Lexus' new haircut, somehow managed to hallucinate her as a guy," I say. "Nine months later, boom, here comes little Daniel. Lexus just left him with Butters as soon as she left the hospital. Poor guy says he hasn't slept well since."
"Wow, maybe I should start taking you up on your offers to head down to the bar one of these nights," Kyle says, pulling his legs up on the couch and spinning to face me, hugging them to his chest.
"You're damn right you should," I reply, pulling up one leg and turning to face him better.
"Anything else I should know about?" Kyle asks.
"Clyde and Red had a son a couple weeks ago," I offer with a shrug.
"How badly do you really want kids?" he asks. We're only twenty-six, but…I want to be able to do things with my kids for as long as I can. If we get kids now, we'll only be forty-four when they go off to college. Hell, my knees may even still be intact.
"Almost as much as I love you," I answer, truthfully. It comes close…family should be more than just the adult couple.
Kyle sighs. "If you feel that strongly about it…" he says, and I lean forward with anticipation. "Let me finish my magazine, and we'll go to Denver." He picks it up and turns back to his page. I am flabbergasted, and remain frozen in my position on the couch for several minutes. Kyle chuckles, and I don't think it's because he caught a typo in the magazine.
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An hour later, we're on the road. Because of the length of the trip and the gas prices, we take Kyle's new hybrid. He drives, and I fiddle with the satellite radio trying to find the Rockies game.
"How many do we want?" he asks, shocking me out of my reverie. The radio is still spitting static, and Kyle turns it off.
"What?" I ask, confused as to the point of the question.
"How many children, and of what gender, do we want?" Kyle asks again, emphasizing each segment of the conversation.
I'm dumbstruck. I fumble around for an answer while Kyle stares at the road, and I finally manage to answer, lamely, "Well, I know I would prefer a son, but that's just me."
"We'll make a decision when we get there, I guess. But we both want an infant, right?" Kyle asks.
"Oh yeah, definitely," I reply. "Partly grown children would be nothing but trouble, and it would interrupt their dynamic they're gonna have with Kenny's daughter and Butters' son."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mister," Kyle says with a slight chuckle as we see a sign that reads
DENVER45 miles
Banging my head against the window, I resume my search for the baseball game. Hell, I'll take pop music right now, anything to pass the time.
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After an excruciating hour (the station we finally settled on DID have a Rockies game, in the top of the seventh inning with Colorado up 13-5 and going to the bullpen. Suffice to say, they lost…20-13. Sometimes I hate Coors' Field,) we finally made it to the adoption agency.
"Alright," I say, as I get out of the car and stretch, "let's do this." We walk in and are greeted by the overly-nice lady at the desk.
"Hi," Kyle says, assuming his nice, smart, good-boy role. "My husband and I are looking to adopt," he says.
"OK, we can do that. Have a seat, sirs, and let's see what we can find for you." As we sat, she had pulled out a clipboard with some forms on top.
"Just fill out your names, address, and phone number," she says kindly, handing Kyle a pen. He manages it in just under a minute, and she spends another three inputting it into the computer before returning her attention to us.
"What type of child are you looking for?"
"Well, we want a baby, less than a year old if you could," Kyle says. This sends her looking for a three-ring binder, one that's actually rather thick, and presents it to us.
"Look through here, sirs, and tell me if you are interested by any of the children," she instructs us, offering the binder to Kyle.
He cracks it open, and I'm drawn to a pair of pictures near the bottom of the page. That looks…just like…Kyle and me as babies.
"Excuse me," I say, "how current are these photos?" Kyle looks up and nods. Apparently, those pictures caught his eye as well.
"Those children were born in January and just left at the hospital by their mother. She said she felt they were destined to be raised by someone else," she replies.
"Could we see them in person, please?" Kyle asks anxiously. She checks something on her computer.
"I think so, just let me make a couple calls," she replies. "I think they're at a home right here in Denver."
She picks up the phone and Kyle turns to me.
"They look JUST LIKE US!" he says excitedly in a whisper.
"You sure you want to try twins?" I whisper back. He nods excitedly.
"Did you hear her? She said that their mother said they were destined to be raised by someone else," he says.
"And?"
"Stan, I just…feel something here. Trust me on this one. They're six months old; they shouldn't wake us up TOO often. Besides, it's summer. We can sleep as long as we want." He's got his winning grin on. How can I not trust that?
"OK," I say, smiling back as the lady at the desk hangs up her phone and we turn back to her.
"It's all set. You can meet them at five this evening," she says, sliding a piece of paper across the desk. "This is the address; these are the directions from here. Now, I know it's an hour from now, but, if you are really interested in those two, would you mind filling out some more of the initial paperwork?"
"Absolutely we wouldn't mind!" Kyle says, perking up. He seems really enthusiastic about all this.
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Half an hour later
"We ought to get going, Kyle," I say, looking at the directions and checking my watch. It's all the way across the city; we'll be pushing it even if we leave now. Especially with rush-hour traffic.
"I know, I know," Kyle says, finishing another form and handing it over to the lady.
"Will you be available by cell after five?" Kyle asks, "Or will we need to come back in tomorrow if it goes well?"
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning, but we do open at nine, Mr. Broflovski," she replies.
"That's alright, Ky," I say with a grin, tugging him out of his chair. "We can get a hotel." I waggle my eyebrows and he flushes.
"Well, I hope to see you tomorrow morning then!" Kyle says as I drag him towards the door.
"You as well, sir. I hope you enjoy yourself!" she replies as I finally succeed. Getting him out the door, he yanks himself out of my grasp and heads for the car, and has it started before I even reach my door.
"Tell me where to go," he says, putting it in gear.
"Absolutely, my love."
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We arrive with two minutes to spare, but that's merely thanks to Kyle speeding something close to ten miles over the speed limit through yellow lights and the like. Parking the car, we get out and walk up to the door of a non-descript white wood house with a regular door and a year-old Chevy pickup in the driveway.
I ring the doorbell, and we listen to a little bit of crying that adds to the announcement of our arrival before a woman in her late 30s/early 40s with lightening blonde hair answers the door.
"Mr. Broflovski, Mr. Marsh?" she asks. After getting nods from both of us, she motions us inside. "Right this way, first door on your right."
Kyle leads the way, and upon entering the room and seeing the children in person, he starts squealing and shouting in what sounds like…Japanese? I hear my name in there, but otherwise, I'm clueless.
"He's saying 'Oh my God, they're so cuuuuute. Stan, we have to have them,'" the foster mother says.
"You speak Japanese?" I ask. She nods. "Well if that's not damn convenient…" I reply, watching Kyle gush over the twins.
"OK, we'll take them," I say. "Hopefully, by tomorrow this time."
"Shame. Well, not that you're taking them, obviously…your partner seems to be quite enthused about it, but they've been generally very well behaved, and very close," she says. Kyle starts saying something different this time, and I turn to her for a translation.
"He says 'just think about it, Stan, we're gonna be daddies.'"
"Ah," I say.
"I think it's going to be hard to drag him out of here for a while," she says. "You feel like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother," I reply.
"Nah, not at all," she says. "Kitchen's this way." Turning to follow her, I catch one last glimpse of Kyle playing with the two little boys, particularly the one that bears an uncanny resemblance to him.
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That night, after a round of intense sex that only a hotel can cause, Kyle turns to me.
"They're absolutely PERFECT, Stan," he breathes. "I just know they're supposed to be ours. I'm SURE of it."
"Relax, Ky…they will be. Have you called your dad? We're going to need somebody to represent us to a judge before we can get official custody of them."
"I'll do it in the morning before we go finish the paperwork," he says. "I'm tired."
"Well, at least I know I've still got my touch," I say with a chuckle.
"Your touch isn't all you've still got," Kyle says, snuggling up to me.
"Good night, Kyle," I say, reaching over him to turn off the light.
"'Night, Stan," he yawns. Draping a protective arm over him, I allow myself to drift off myself.
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Author's Notes: Alright! Here's Chapter One!! Hope you enjoyed. Perhaps I'll turn this into a weekly update fic, perhaps not, but…either way.
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