During the dawn of the next morning, the occupants of the Johansson house were awaken to a very delicious smell of breakfast being made. It was a usually smell, considering Liottie loved to take care of her family, but when the family met up at the top of the stairs, they realized Liottie wasn't the one cooking. The group stumbled into the kitchen and were surprised to already see Jamie-o up and sitting at the table. The man was reading what seemed to be a text book of some kind and seemed to be enjoying it. The family members stared before they sat down at the already set table. Rowan was currently at the stove, flipping a pancake and chattering happily at Jamie-o, who in spite of reading, was listening to his lover quite happily. The slender teen turned to place the pancake on an already towering stack, when he spotted the family.
"Morning everybody," Rowan said, throwing them a warm smile.
"Mornin,'" Gerald said, and sat next to his brother.
"Good morning Rowan, sleep well?" Arnold asked politely while sitting next to Gerald and Rowan nodded. The rest of the family said good morning and Sam hugged her brother around the waist as a 'morning'.
"So, what's cooking?" Gerald asked, still a little weary about Jamie-o's 'boyfriend'.
"Pancakes mostly, but if you don't want those, I made eggs, bacon, and toast. I you want something else, I can make it. Oh, I'm sorry I used your Kitchen Mrs. Johansson, I'll have it cleaned up after I'm done," Rowan said with a nervous smile. The kitchen was spotless outside the dishes currently being used and the bowl of pancake mix next to the frying pan.
"It's all right, thank you for cooking," Liottie said smiling back. Rowan nodded happily. Rowan scurried over as soon as the last pancake was place on the plate. Rowan automatically filled all of their plates before even touching his own none existent plate. Jamie-o frowned before grabbing an extra plate and putting a small amount of eggs and bacon on the plate. Rowan shot him a loaded look and Jamie-o shot him one right back, silently saying he wasn't skipping out on a meal.
"Why'd you cook anyway?" Gerald asked, his tone rather rude. Arnold hit him in his rib with his elbow and scowled at his best friend. Which Gerald returned promptly after rubbing his ribs.
"Gerald! Don't be rude," Liottie scolded.
"Yes ma'am," Gerald said, looking down at his plate.
"Apologize to your brothers, um what do I call you two dear?" Liottie asked
"Lovers ma, we've heard worse in New York, trust me, that's practically polite there," Jamie-o replied, giving his brother a death glare.
"Well, regardless if your used to it, it's rude hear and I didn't raise barbarians," Liottie said. Gerald bit into one of his pancakes and pretty much melted.
"Sorry Rowan," Gerald said, looking at his plate, enjoying it more then he thought he should have.
"Don't worry, all's forgiven. And to answer your question, I cooked to say thank you, to you and your family for letting me and mine stay and come with you," Rowan replied as he got up to wash his plate and the pan plates. Large head phones were slung around his neck as a CD player was attached to his belt. As he walked across the floor, a familiar click of high heels tapped on the hard wood floors, catching the youngest Johansson's attention.
"You're wearing heels," Timberly said with a giggle. Rowan threw her a playful smile in return.
"That's what drag queen's do honey, wear girls cloths when they're boys. Least I look like a girl, my friend Lana owns a pair of six inch heels for every dress that lady man owns," Rowan said with a laugh. "She's a silly mister sister."
"Oh god, don't remind me of that fake women. Last time we bantered, 'she' threatened to cut off a very important anatomy that I'm very attached to," Jamie-o said with a groan.
"Yeah, Lana's very over protective of any of her little 'ducklings', but hey least it's not Madam Matron with the bitch," Rowan said with a laugh, not realizing he swore until it was too late.
"Language Jubes, you have to watch it in front of my younger siblings, and my parents," Jamie-o said with a slight shudder as he felt parent rage well up in his father.
"What does bitch mean?" Timberly asked innocently, shocking her parents and older brothers. Arnold sat there with his mouth agape.
"Technically, it refers to a female dog. But, you shouldn't be saying, it's improper for ladies to swear, not that men are better then women, it's just I'm sure yer mama raised a lady and they don't use those words," Rowan said without missing a beat, trying to correct the damage that he made. As soon as he turned to face Robert and Liottie, he received a fierce glare. Rowan smiled sheepishly, shame creeping into his face.
"Rowan, can I talk to you in the living room?" Robert asked, standing up. Rowan gave him a slightly puzzled look, but nodded calmly as a feeling of dread filled his stomach.
"Okay," Rowan said, turning off the tap and fallowed the patriarch into the living room. Jamie-o gave his lover a comforting look, that didn't really do much. No one swore in front of Gerald and Timberly in their house, it was a rule. As soon as Robert stopped in the living room, he motioned for Rowan to sit on the couch. Rowan did, making his sitting posture perfect as he crossed his legs. Robert remained standing, making Rowan very nervous. His father would do this to feel superior to his kids and wife.
"Listen Rowan, I understand that you live in New York and that you've had a rough life, so have your siblings. I understand that. I also understand that you love my son very much, and I'm okay with that, really. However, I will not tolerate swearing in front of my children. Especially in front of Gerald and Timberly. Your loose behavior in front of your siblings bothers me as well, what kind of parent swears in front of their kids, it isn't right. You didn't even consider them," Robert said sternly, a scowl on his face. Rowan set his own face in stone and stood up as well, ignoring Robert's look and refusing to be in a submissive position on this.
"Listen Mr. Johansson, I understand that what I said in front of your children wasn't right, and I also understand your concern for my siblings amiable, and I appreciate it, I do. However, I do not appreciate your blatant disregard for the care I have for my siblings. You do not have the right to tell me how to raise them. I may not be the best, but I am better then our parents, who thrust their own ten year old daughter on their fifteen year old son that they had kicked out because of his homosexuality. I may not have wanted to be considered 'daddy' but dammit, that's what I am to those two and I will take care of them," Rowan replied sternly, standing as tall as he could on his small frame.
"What about a mother figure for them? Or even a proper father figure? What are you going to say to them when they ask why your raising them instead of your parents?" Robert asked.
"You mean a strong female role model, and I already gave them that, and I'm their new dad. They already asked why I was raising them and I told them the truth," Rowan shot back, anger cooling almost instantly. The cook had to remind himself that Robert was being a concerned parent.
"What truth was that?" Robert asked, his inner 'mama bear' rearing her head. Rowan sighed loudly before crossing his arms over his slender torso.
"I told them that our parents didn't want us, at all. They only liked the idea of having children, not the actual having children. And don't you dare say a 'perfect' straight couple like my parents are better parents then a faggot like me. Those two fuckers beat me bloody and ignored them to the point where neither of them know the joys of human affection. So excuse me for loving those two so much that I've willingly worked myself raw to feed and house both of them and still managed to spend some time with them." Rowan snapped out before stomping over to the stairs and stalking up them. He stopped half way and turned and looked at Robert.
"You know the irony of it all? All Jamie could talk about was how kind and understanding you two were, that you would give the shirts off your backs for someone else, that all of you, in spite of the fighting, were pretty tight knit. And I'm sure you are and obviously your both pretty protective of your kids, which is great. I just figured, by the way Jamie talked, that you wouldn't have your nose so close to the grind stone of your perfect little world that you would be able to see past all it. I wanted and agreed to date Jamie because he is the kindest most non-judgmental person I've met. I thought it came from both you and wife, but obviously not. It seemed to skip you and Gerald and land on Jamie and Timberly. Now good day sir, I will be leaving before the day is out. And no, I will not stoop so low as to put Jamie in the middle," Rowan said before continuing up the stairs and into Jamie-o's room. Robert had gone ashen from Rowan's statement and slowly turned to face his surprised family.
"You know dad, I never figured you'd be that much of a judgment, homophobic-ish jackass," Jamie-o growled out.
"I didn't say anything like that," Robert almost shouted out.
"You didn't have to. God dad, you just had to ruin this for me didn't you? Come on Sam, Jackson, we're going home. By Timberly, mom, Arnold," Jamie-o snapped before walking past his pale faced father. As soon as Jamie-o got up the stairs with Sam and Jackson, Liottie glared at her husband and then at Gerald.
"What is the matter with you two? What's so wrong with Jamie-o's decision? When we were in the kitchen, he was telling me and the other kids, that he still planned on going to work, still planned on having a family, with kids one day, maybe with Rowan. Robert, I've never seen Jamie-o this calm and happy before with anyone before, plus he's never been this focused on school work. You saw his report card in the past five months, they're the best his had in his entire scholastic career. Plus he's been getting along better with Gerald. They never get along. Go fix this with our son," Liottie snapped. The dawning look came on Robert and Gerald's faces.
"But Liottie..." Robert started, not wanting to loose the argument.
"But nothing Robert. There is nothing wrong with his parenting style, or his homosexuality. My older sister Loraine is a lesbian, and she raised me about the same way as Rowan does his siblings, when my bisexual parents were working themselves to the bone to support us. Go fix this," Liottie snapped. "You to Gerald."
Gerald grunted and followed his father up the stairs to apologize, both were feeling completely guilty, though both of them were stubborn and didn't want to admit they were wrong. When they got outside Jamie-o's slightly open door, they froze in complete shock as they rudely eve's dropped on the conversation in side the room, both leaning in to listen
