Holly Jolly Mess-Mas
Yes, the boring details of November are gone, and there's only less than a month before Lucus and I are to be married. The snow has stuck to the ground officially, and we've got a good amount of it. This will be a nice December... so I thought it would be. Some shit is gonna go down this Christmas. You'll know what I mean in a bit.
_-_-_-_-_-December 17th, 2010-_-_-_-_-_-
Charlie always wore a smile on his face. Santa Claus is coming to town in a matter of days. He hoped and prayed he'd been good this year so Santa would give him a bunch of cool toys he'd asked for in his letter he sent to Santa (I'm not stupid. I told him I would "send" it to him for him, but I totally kept it hidden somewhere so I have a clue what to get.). Everyday, Charlie would jump out of his bed and continue his countdown to Christmas. I thought it was cute to see his excitement all the time.
"Daddy!" Charlie chirped, "there is only eight more days until Christmas!"
This early in the morning, he can count? I glanced at the clock and it read only 7:30AM. How does he have all this energy? Where does he put it?
"That's awesome." I smiled at him. I glanced over at Lucus, who was fixing us breakfast at the stove.
Lucus turned to smile back at me. "I hope you have been a good boy this year too, Barry. Charlie is no question, but I wonder about you."
Charlie giggled.
"What?" I gasped as Lucus turned to face the stove. "Are you nuts? I've been really good this year! I totally am good all year every year! Am I right, Charlie?"
He gave a smirk and glanced up at the ceiling. "Well..." he bit his lip and said, "you've been a naughty boy this year."
"What?" Being told I'm naughty by my own kid... now this is harsh.
Charlie dashed off and came back in the room with Joseph in his arms. "Don't you think Daddy is naughty?" Joseph clapped his hands and smiled up at him. "See? Even Joseph agrees!"
Lucus took the frying pan off the stove and began putting the eggs onto some plates. "Joseph is only just a baby. He cannot make choices like that until he is older. But at least he acknowledges your father is not nice this year."
Oh, that was cold.
"You got owned!" Charlie laughed.
I made a fake, sarcastic laugh. "You're pushing it." I made that laugh once more.
Charlie's eyes widened and he glanced up at the ceiling. "Don't take what I said literally. I'll be good. You know I'm good, Santa."
I bet you thought he was gonna say 'God', right? Ha ha! He didn't! His God is apparently Santa right now... then I'll make sure he believes in Arceus as God.
"Alright, boys," Lucus laughed lightly. He put the frying pan back on the stove and began cooking more eggs. "There is some eggs for you. Help yourself to them before they get cold."
Both of us cheered and grabbed a plate of the eggs and began munching down on them like there was no tomorrow (Joseph was handed to me before we grabbed our plates and he's now on my lap). Only two eggs on these plates for each of us wasn't going to be enough for breakfast, but that's all Lucus can make at a time. This is our usual breakfast morning: Lucus makes us enough breakfast to satisfy us, and then he'll help himself to feeding Joseph if I didn't get to it first... then he'll help himself to breakfast. You've just gotta love how he thinks of others before himself. I've offered to make breakfast for him a couple times, but he insisted on making it. At least I return the favor by making lunch sometimes and dinner almost all the time (depends on the night).
Anyway, when Charlie and I were egg-ed out, I changed Joseph's diaper and got him dressed in a cute little outfit (which, by the way, took forever to do). I took him into the living room with his favorite teddy bear and played with him for a while with it. It was kinda fun. I'd pretend that I was the bear talking, and it would come and tickle him to "death". Joseph loves this game. I kinda love it too.
Soon enough, after about 30 minutes of this, Lucus and Charlie came into the room. Charlie sat on the couch and turned the TV on, and Lucus sat beside me on the floor and smiled a smile of evil and doom (exaggeration fail).
"So Dr. Teddy is attacking my son again, is he?" Lucus smirked.
I smirked back. "How'd you guess?"
"You are attacking him with tickles."
"I am?" I played stupid.
Lucus picked up Joseph and stood him onto his feet, holding onto each of his arms. "Let us go teach him a lesson."
Joseph grinned and giggled.
I stood the teddy bear onto his feet and held onto each of his arms, too. "Put up your dukes. C'mon. Put 'em up!"
Lucus and I went back and forth having them punch each other lightly and it landed up the bear lost. I made a dramatic death cry and the bear fell backwards.
"You're such a brave and strong opponent, Good Soldier." I said to Joseph.
"Yay, we won, Joseph!" Lucus cheered. "You are the victor!"
Joseph giggled and hugged Lucus the best he could. He turned to go give me a hug, but he almost fell to the floor before I caught him. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Be careful there, buddy." I cooed.
Joseph gave me a big hug and sat in between Lucus and me. He giggled to himself, like he knew something we didn't. What secret plots was he plotting?
"What are you doing, silly?" Lucus smirked.
He giggled more.
It was my turn to smirk. "What're you doing?"
Joseph giggled once again.
To make things better, Charlie gasped and picked up Joseph, pointing to the TV. "Who's that?" He asked. On the TV clearly was shown to be Sponge bob as the theme song began to play. Joy. I hate this show, yet, my kids love it. Joseph began making noises as if he was trying to say the character's name, but of course he couldn't say it.
"Yeah, it's Sponge bob." I said, standing up. I pointed to the TV. "Is that Sponge bob on the TV?"
Joseph smiled. "Ssp bob."
"That's right."
The four of us sat on the couch and watched the episode. It was a war between Squidward and Sponge bob over the Employee of the Month award. It annoyed me to watch this episode, not that all of 'em annoy me, but I managed to sit through it. Lucus held my hand the whole time, so I guess that was what made me lucid.
_-_-_-_-_-Later On That Same Day-_-_-_-_-_
I had just finished setting up the Christmas tree (with much frustration) and just got out all the decorations. Charlie and Joseph were in charge of putting the decorations on the tree. It was Lucus' to decorate the rest of the house. Of course, it was mine to help the kids out.
One by one, the three of us got the ornaments on the tree... well, the bottom half. They couldn't reach the top. I laughed slightly at how cute it kinda looked. I was also taken by surprise when Joseph was able to crawl around with the ornaments without breaking them. Within two hours, we got the rest of the house decorated with little nick-knacks and stuff. Lucus was lame enough to replace the towels with Christmas themed towels and sorts of things like that. Thank Arceus he didn't get into the bedrooms and replace the sheets with Santa sheets or something. I don't wanna sleep in a bed with Lucus with Santa stalking me (that sounds so wrong).
Ah-hem... anyway, the house inside was all decorated, and now we just had to decorate outside. I didn't feel like doing that right there and then. That can wait till tomorrow. I want to spend the rest of the day with the man I love.
_-_-_-_-_-December 19th, 2010-_-_-_-_-_
Fuck! Of all the fucking things... this happens.
Lucus walked inside that evening with a nervous look on his face. He was walking very stiff-like and kept as much speech to himself as possible (as in he didn't talk much). I couldn't help but knock on the bathroom door and ask him if there was anything wrong.
"Lucus, can I come in?" I asked.
He answered on the other side of the door. "Sure, I suppose. I am just showering."
I opened the door and closed it behind me. I turned to face the shower and saw his blurry (due to the glass door of the shower), naked body.
"Is there something wrong?" Lucus asked while washing some shampoo out of his hair.
"That's what I'd like to know. You've been acting kind of strange since you came home. Is there something on your mind?"
Lucus froze for a moment and then glanced over at me. "Why do you think there is something wrong? I am perfectly fine."
Don't even try me. "Why are you stiff-like, and quiet, and why did you look so nervous when you walked in?"
"I am not behaving in such a manner." He insisted while turning away to go back to washing himself once again. I couldn't help but bite my lip when I got a good shot of his ass. "You are over reacting, dear. I assure you, I am perfectly fine."
"Riiiight." I smirked. I pulled off my clothes and helped myself to join him in the shower, where I kissed the back of his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist. Giggles escaped from Lucus as he tried to resist.
"Please..." he giggled more. "The kids might hear us."
"They're too busy watching Sponge bob." I whispered into his ear and then began to give Lucus a little hickey on his neck, where moans escaped his lips.
"B-barry..." he muttered. "Barry... s-stop..."
You know you want me to continue. "Will you tell me now what's eating you today?" I cooed.
"Barry, I am fine."
Damn you, Lucus. "Don't tell me that bullshit. I know something's wrong. Tell me what's wrong. I only have caring, concerning intentions."
"Well," Lucus began before taking in a deep breath. "I talked to my parents today. They said they would like to meet you before the wedding... and they dated that as tomorrow, and they are staying until Christmas eve."
I backed into the wall of the shower and my eyes widened the size of dinner plates. "WHAT?"
"Barry, honey, it will not be that bad." So Lucus thinks. "I promise you, it will be alright. I am confident my parents will accept you the way you are."
"E-even though I'm a boy?"
"Why would they judge you for your gender?" He asked, taking my hands in his.
I stared down at the floor. "Because I'm homo."
Lucus took a hand and forced my face to stare up at his, my eyes looking directly into his ocean blue ones. "Sexuality means nothing, my dear. It only specifies the gender... or genders... you share romantic feelings for. No one can truly say that your romantic interests are worth judging. And if they do, so be it. There will always be those critics that will hate you or support you, but in this case, I am sure that my parents will agree that sexuality means nothing; it is the character inside that matters the most."
I smiled at Lucus and gave him a passionate kiss, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you. I needed to hear something like that." He simply gave a smile back. "Do you really think that your parents will like me, Lucus?"
"I am sure of it."
I guess Lucus' parents are more accepting of the homosexual thing... unlike my parents. Even though I'm inviting them to the wedding, I still don't think that they'll show up. I envy parents who accept it because I feel they are more involved and interested into their child's life than mine ever were. To me, I was Cinderella waiting on their hand and foot every single hour of the day and night. They never seemed to give a care about who I was, how I felt, or what things I like and don't like (even if they notice foods I don't like, as proven back a ways in chapters).
Might as well make the best of things with Lucus' parents... just... I'm so nervous of what they'll think of me. I mean, I'm not afraid to come out about my sexuality, but it scares me to be rejected for it. Just because I like boys, it doesn't mean that I am any different from the average straight man. We both have feelings of sadness, kindness, anger, or fear; we feel shame, regret or embarrassment; dammit, we even have hobbies, friends, interests, or careers. Just because we prefer to be with the same sex, it doesn't mean we don't have souls, lives, or should feel labeled negatively. Does it mean we should not have the same rights as any straight man? Does it mean the man who said that in America that "all men were created equal" only meant it to be false words? Who am I to say I deserve to do the same things as any man who likes chics in society? Am I supposed to hide apart of me because that is not what "God" wants? Hell, if "God" created us, then why did he create something he labeled as sinful? Are we just the screw ups, or malfunctions, of life? Life is not a malfunction. Life is more than that! Being yourself, even expressing sexuality, is part of living!
...I'm sorry, am I going off track here and boring you with my little rant? I'll get serious now.
Anyway, Lucus and I kinda started making out from there on until we got curious knocks at the door. Humiliating as it was, I had to come up with a reason why "there was noises coming from the bathroom" and why Lucus and I were naked in the shower. Trust me, not easy to declare to a six-year-old holding a baby in his arms. I landed up, unconvincingly, that Lucus dropped the soap down the drain and I was going to help him get it, and I didn't want to get my clothes wet, and my bathing suit is torn, and-... after that I gave up. Honestly, Charlie wasn't convinced a single bit. I don't blame him. That was the lamest lie to ever tell. But I guess I have to tell part of the truth.
"One day, you'll understand."
Curious eyes gazed up at mine and they blinked twice, but the blank expression faded and Charlie replied, "okay then, Daddy."
Lucus couldn't help but smack the back of my head when Charlie left to say a "I told you so! The kids heard us!" kind of deal. He's right, though. We were kinda loud. Any more into the moment and I might've fucked him. ...Ah-hem.
_-_-_-_-_-December 20th, 2010-_-_-_-_-_
The day was going to be hell until it ended, or unless things seemed okay. I cannot believe I'm going to meet Lucus' parents for the first time and be judge out of first impressions. I hope they don't try to convince Lucus to marry another man or something because they don't like me as a person. Dammit, I feel horrible at the thought of everything. I need something to drink to calm my nerves (...what? Are you thinking of alcohol? No. That gets me drunk fast. I'm referring to some form of drinkable drink that is non-alcoholic, like soda, tea, or coffee. Something like that.)
Anyway, everything had to be perfect for the perfectionist parents that would soon to arrive. Everything had to be cleaned, scrubbed, shined, and polished. The entire house was totally done to perfection of clean and neat. I guarantee, though, that I'll never find anything anymore because the place is too organized and clean.
Lucus felt it would be best if we dressed the way we normally would, just try to look our best. And ontop of that, he said to act normal, yet, be on your best behavior. That is like telling a robber to steal and don't steal at the same time. Insanity! But I can't argue with him for wanting us to be ourselves, but trying to stay on our best behavior.
I know one thing for sure, Charlie seemed excited to finally be able to meet his never-mentioned grandparents. If Joseph were older to understand, he would be so thrilled, too. I'm kinda looking forward to it, even if I'm scared shitless.
Right about after lunchtime, Lucus went out to go personally escort them. Yeah, that means he drives, and they play follow-the-leader. Cute, huh? Why not tell them the directions and let them use a GPS or (even if it's not totally accurate)? Whatever, though.
With long anticipated minutes passing, the three of us (that's Charlie, Joseph, and I) felt like it was taking forever! Soon enough, about a half hour or so later, Lucus' black vehicle arrived. A van in the shade of sky blue came following behind, but parked on the side of the street instead of in the driveway (there isn't a lot of room).
The three of us waiting souls chirped up when we heard the sound of the cars pulling in, and we dashed towards the window for a peek. Lucus got out of his car and opened the door to the passenger's seat, and out came a woman (safely to assume was Lucus' mother). She was a short woman with short raven hair, like Lucus. Her skin was pale, and she wore black sunglasses covering her eyes. On her body was a business suit; a black skirt, a black matching jacket over a blue, low cut shirt underneath, and black high heels. A pair of some sexy pantyhose is clearly not warm enough to keep her skinny legs from shivering cold in this dreadfully freezing weather. The man (assuming to be Lucus' Dad) that came out from the driver's seat was a short structured man with black hair too, but his eyes were clearly visible, since he wasn't wearing any sunglasses, like Lucus' Mom, revealing his eyes to be a similar ocean blue. The man's face was that of a bold business man, and he had the black suit to match. In the man's hand was a case you'd store a laptop in, which was the same thing clutched into the woman's hand.
Wait... business people! Sound familiar, readers?
The couple took a look at the outside of the house and glanced at each other for a brief moment. They seemed to be neutral about the house's appearance on the outside, but what will they think of the inside?
Charlie glanced up at me and asked, "is that our Grandma and Grandpa?"
"I believe so," I answered expressionlessly.
Joseph began to clap his hands, almost to say that he approves of them already. I couldn't help but giggle and bounce him lightly in my arms. I wonder if he truly understands what's going on.
We saw Lucus escort my parents to the door and that was our cue to position ourselves back onto the couch like we saw nothing. Our heart beats raised as we heard the sounds of the door open and the trio walk in.
"My, it's so much warmer in here than outside," a woman's voice was heard in the hall by the doorway.
"I told you that it would be cold out," the man's voice remarked. "But you still chose to wear that silly skirt."
"Mother, Father... please do not fight." Lucus' voice joined in.
"Son, mind your parents. We are discussing something, not fighting. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
I blinked. Wow. We're dealing with some high-class people, here.
We could hear the trio's footsteps approach the doorway of the living/dining room and their attention was directed directly at the three lost souls sitting on the couch (yes, that's referring to Charlie, Joseph, and me.).
"Oh," she said, removing her sunglasses, revealing her blue eyes. "Lucus, introduce us to these interesting-looking creatures on the couch."
Creatures?
"Oh," Lucus smiled. "This is my household." He approached the couch and told us to stand up. We obeyed and Lucus gestured towards Charlie first. "This is my son, Charlie. We're not blood related, but he is still my son."
"Oh, how adorable!" Lucus' Mother chirped. "Nice to meet you, Charlie."
My son smiled at the kind woman before him. Nice to meet you, too, ma'am."
"Oh please," she giggled. "Call me Grandma."
Charlie grinned.
Lucus' father just nodded at the child without a word, and in turn, Charlie bowed respectfully at him.
"Pleased to meet you, sir."
The man stood and said nothing once again.
Lucus took Joseph out of my arms and cuddled him into his. "And this little guy is my other, non-blood related son, Joseph."
Once again, Lucus' mother gave a "how cute" answer and she even tried to say hello to him personally like he would understand her, even referring to herself as Grandma to him. This reaction got Lucus' father to scold her.
"Oh please," he huffed. "The baby doesn't understand a single word you're saying to it."
"But he's just so adorable," she then cooed to the baby, "aren't you, Joseph?"
Joseph smiled back at her with a wide grin. I guess he likes her a lot because she talks all cute to him.
Lucus' father glanced over at me and looked me up and down. Then he spoke emotionlessly, "who is Blondie over here?"
Lucus carefully placed Joseph in Charlie's arms and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Mother, Father," I could hear him quietly gulp under his breath, "I would like to meet my fiance, Barry."
The two business beings' eyes widened, and I swear, if they were drinking anything, they'd be spitting it right back at their son. "WHAT?" they spoke in unison.
"D-did you say... fiance?" The mother asked.
"Yes." Lucus answered.
"And you said the name was Barry, indicating this is a man you intend to marry?" inquired the father.
"Yes."
"And you are certain you are in love with a man?"
"Yes, sir. I am certain this is the man that I desire to share the rest of my life with. I am very happy with him." Lucus clung to my arm and smiled. "Isn't that right, Barry?"
I nodded slowly. "Mm-hm."
The two parents sat their silently for a moment while a confused child glanced between Lucus and I and his newly discovered grandparents. I'm sure he was wondering the same thing I was wondering earlier in the chapter. Probably something along the lines of 'what's wrong with a man loving a man'? But it must be harder for him to understand since he's been living with gay parents his entire life.
Once more, I was examined up and down as Lucus' mother and father had to get a good look at the man who stole their son's heart. Lucus' Mom seemed smile slightly for a moment while I received a glare from her husband.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Morrison." I smiled. Lucus' Mom seemed to give me a wider smile and her husband once again glared, only his sneer was full of more rage.
"Please," she chuckled, "call me Mom."
Okay, Mom. Whatever you say. If you wanna be called Mom, then I'll call you Mom. Tell your husband to stop shooting darts at my face.
I could feel Lucus crack a smile and he clung to me tighter.
"I know this must be shocking to the both of you, but I have feelings for him, even if he is a man, and I intend to marry him. There is nothing you can say or do to change my mind. Disown me if you feel the need to do such, but I feel that is the cowards way out of accepting the situation." Lucus glanced between the two of them. "What do you feel about this relationship of mine?"
"Well," Mom pointed out, "weren't you straight for that one girl with the short, pink skirt back in the day?"
..."Girl with the short pink skirt"? Wait, are we referring to the same girl that I'm thinking of? Nah! Can't be.
"Um," my fiance blushed, "yes, I do admit that I had a crush on her, but she was just a childhood crush, mother."
"So you like girls and boys?" Lucus' father asked sternly.
Lucus seemed to stiffen a bit for some reason. "Yes, sir."
What's with all the "yes, sir" answers? They're begging to annoy the hell out of me. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to figure things out quickly, and if my hunch is correct, than things are making sense.
Silence flew in the room, and we all stood there, staring at one another with anticipation, almost, for someone to break the silence.
I decided to be the one to do it. "Well, Mom, and Mr. Morrison, I believe that sexuality doesn't matter. Love is love, no matter who it's with. If Lucus wishes to marry another man, that is totally his choice, and he should be able to do so, freely."
Lucus leaned in so he could whisper into my ear irritatedly, "Barry, please." What did I fucking say? What was so wrong about that?
"You're right, Barry." Mom crossed her arms. "As long as you're marrying for love, it shouldn't matter who it's with." I smiled as she proved my point. But my smile turned upside-down as she added, "but that's not what my husband and I did. I married him because I wanted to make an alliance with his company so I could become rich."
"I wanted to make an alliance with her company so I could control certain things I couldn't before." Mr. Morrison stated.
Insane. Love is not relevant in this relationship. So where did Lucus pop in if sex wasn't something alliances do?
"So," Lucus changed the topic, "do you two want to see a tour of the rest of the house?"
"Oh, yes, we'd love to!" chirped Mom. She dragged along her rather bastardly husband with her as she followed her son into the other room.
"Daddy," Charlie tugged at my pants, careful not to drop Joseph. "What were you guys talking about? I don't understand..."
I knelt down to his eye level and put my hands on his shoulders. "You'll understand when you're older. For now, just don't worry about it, okay?"
"Okay..." he sighed.
"Good. Now, wanna help me go get Grandma and Grandpa's luggage in the car?"
"Sure." Charlie smiled.
We went out to the Morrison's van and I opened the trunk (surprisingly, the van wasn't locked.). Inside were two small suitcases, one being sky blue, and the other being black. I took them both out of the trunk and closed the trunk door. I took Joseph into my arms and Charlie grabbed a suitcase and I grabbed the other with one hand. The two of us went back inside and set the luggage by the doorway to the living room for them.
"Now what do we do?" Charlie asked.
I pondered for a moment. "Wanna watch TV while we're waiting?"
"Sure."
We sat on the couch and I grabbed the remote. I flicked on the TV and went searching through the guide before I found something good on that the two of us could agree on (trust me, this kid begged me to go to Sponge Bob. I ain't going to watch that show, especially with Lucus' strict parents here.). We saw some live-action movie about this guy who was a dog walker and he was soon visited by aliens. That's as far into the movie as we got, just where the alien and the boy met, before Lucus and his parents returned into the room.
"And that is the house for you." Lucus smiled. "So, shall we get your things into the guest room, then?"
"Guest room?" Mr. Morrison retorted. "What, are we not good enough to even have a better room than something someone else's probably sleeped in?"
"Um, actually, you two will be the first to stay in the room." Lucus pointed out. "And it's not like we wouldn't wash the sheets when a guest comes and leaves, so the new guest can sleep in some clean sheets. Or would you prefer to sleep in the bed Barry and I have slept in?" He gave a devilish smirk at him and knew that would convince him that he had no choice but to accept the circumstances being shot at him. He clearly didn't want to sleep in a bed two gay men fucked in, I'm sure he'll admit.
"Fine, then." He turned and stared coldly at the luggage that was up against the doorway wall. "Who put this here?"
"Daddy and I, sir." Charlie grinned proudly, although, I wish he had kept his mouth shut for once.
Mom's eyes widened. "You ranted through our van?"
"You left the damn thing unlocked." I sighed. "Look, I was trying to be nice. Appreciate it when someone does something for you."
Lucus' father rolled his eyes and just helped himself to carry their belongings into the guest room, then storm back in muttering something along the lines of "I'll sanitize our stuff later". Snob.
Mom glanced at the TV and seemed impressed for some reason, like she'd never seen television before.
"Oh," she blinked. "What's this?"
"Invader from Mars." I answered, thinking she was asking what the show was.
She shook her head. "What is this device that is displaying the movie?" She glanced at it curiously and even walked up to it to tap the screen. "Interesting..."
"Honey," Mr. Grumpy-Pants Morrison sighed, "it's a Television."
"What's that?"
What dream land has she been living in? Has her life consisted of being trapped in a cardboard box? This is almost a dream- no, a nightmare! Who doesn't know what TV is besides old ladies in their 80's? This woman has to be in her late 30's or 40's... maybe in her mid-50's.
Charlie was obviously trying to hold in a laugh, but I could tell it was gonna burst any moment if he didn't get the right opportunity.
"Nevermind that," Lucus, who I could tell in his eyes he wanted to laugh at his dense mother, spoke in. "Why not just chat for a while or something, Mother and Father?"
"Alright..." she agreed, still puzzling about the TV.
The man shrugged. "I suppose getting to know how things are doing with the household would be good to start."
To spare you from the details you already know, we talked about silly little things that have been going on, even mentioning to when Lucus and I first met until now (keeping the subject acceptable for Joseph and Charlie to hear, since they are present). But one thing got them curious that we really had to censor the best we could.
"How did you land up getting these adorable children, Barry?" Mom asked.
The man wondered, "yes, I was pondering on how you and that male rockstar could have children together."
"Well," I thought before I spoke. "Paul and I did it the way any man and woman would... I got pregnant and had to bare babies afterwords." Their expressions became bewildered. "I know, male pregnancy is hard to understand, but I'm living proof it's possible."
Mom shook her head almost as if she were trying to get out of a trance. "I-is this true?"
I nodded. "I could never lie about something as serious as this. Sides, don't the kids looking very similar to myself give ya the idea we're definitely blood related?"
"Well, I suppose so."
The man snorted. "That's ridiculous. How do you expect us to believe something as wild and out there as possible?"
"I don't, but if you don't want to believe it, I can understand. I can't force you to believe truth; it's up to you to decide what's truth." I scratched the back of my neck.
"Uh-huh." He didn't seem to express emotion, nor did he seem to be convinced. Whatever. I'm not gonna impress an ass like him.
What seemed like hours later, we talked more about our lives, and lemme tell you, it seemed like the more we talked, the more pissed off Lucus' father seemed to get. He's got issues. I wonder if he's anti-gay and has homophobia or something. Before we could even get to discuss Lucus' parents lives, Lucus suggested that we eat dinner. So once we all agreed to it, we got the table set and the food prepared (since Lucus is a vegetarian, we have vegetarian food to torture me with) in no time. At the dinner table, we made some friendly discussion, and it was nice, but that sneer I swear I kept getting from Lucus' dad was very uncomfortable for me. I wanted to commit suicide right there and then just to get away from that glare. His cold blue eyes were very intimidating and frightening. What's he got against me? Because I'm gay? Because I'm homosexual? Or is it because I'm queer? (Yes, I know I said the same thing three times. That was on purpose to empathize my major reason why I feel he hates me, Readers.).
Anywho, let's hope that tomorrow brings a better light. And if things go well, maybe I can be considered sane. Bravo!
-_-_-_-_-_-I Was Mistaken—3:30AM
Okay, let's back up a second...
The night approached and the snobby parents of Lucus' got their things unpacked, being sure, of course, to sanitize everything first. God forbid, if Charlie or I touched their clothes, what a fucking nightmare! But when they got their things organized and this and that, they decided it was best they head in for the night.
Lucus and I tucked in the kids into bed and went off into the bedroom to get some rest ourselves. Of course, this is when I got the questions he'd been dying to ask all day.
"So, what do you think of my parents?" he asked.
They're snobby, bitchy people who probably separate themselves from underclassmen or homos that stand in their way. "They're not what I had expected..."
Lucus nodded. "Is-... is that a good thing?"
Oh hell no! "Yes."
He smiled. "I am glad. Are you sure they are not driving you crazy or anything, because if they are, I can personally tell them what I feel they should do to fix the problem."
Oh, you'll need to do more than slap them around a few times to get something to sink into their heads. "No, no." I smiled and kissed his lips passionately. "Lucus, it's totally fine. Everything's totally fine. Don't worry."
He kissed me back and said, "I love you."
I replied with three obvious words. "I love you, too."
Okay, I think that's a good back up. So we get that everybody went to bed and all that blah. Alrighty? Now let's get back to 3:30AM.
I awoke from a restless sleep, mostly, but that's usual. I had Lucus wrapped up in my arms, cuddled as close to him as possible. I smiled and kissed his forehead. Lucus was always so innocent looking in his sleep. I slowly and carefully got out of bed and went into the kitchen to go get a glass of water. When I took a sip of the water, I could hear footsteps entering the room behind me. I turned to find Lucus' father standing in the doorway, where his cold stare met mine. All I could really see was the silhouette of his body, but even though I couldn't totally see his eyes, I could feel them glaring at me with tremendous fury.
He approaches me slowly and I can feel my heart racing. He pinned me up against the counter and sneered into my face, being only a centimeter away from mine. The man spoke cold words as he said, "Don't you dare think for a minute that I like you, because I don't. Listen here, I don't like you one bit, and I do not want you marrying my son."
"No, you listen here, Dad-"
"Don't call me that!" he interrupted.
I continued on, "Listen, Dad, and listen well. I do not intend to bend over backwards for a man like you because you feel that I'm not good enough for your son. Is it because I'm a man? Is that all you have against me? If I was a women, would that make any difference to you?"
He said nothing.
"If I had breasts, would that make you more comfortable about the wedding?" I whispered loudly. "Should I turn into a girl, just for good old Daddy right here so this way you won't feel pissed off because your own son is gay?"
"I've had just about enough of you. I'm gonna make sure you wish you were never involved with any relations to my son."
"Oh yeah?" I arched an eyebrow. "Try me."
"We don't even want to go there, queer bastard." I could feel his hot breath hitting against my face (not to mention, I think he needs a tic-tac). "I'll make you breathe your last breath until you beg for mercy."
"Mercy will come before you even dare. Lucus won't let you, heartless witch!" I whispered with anger.
"Witch?" He roared with laughter. "Go on! You know you want to say it. Just say it!"
"I don't have to. You know what you are!" I hissed. "You're nothing more than a monster."
"What did you say you little shit?"
I froze in fear as his anger grew. Luckily Lucus came into the room and flickered on the lights. "What on Earth is going on here?"
"Your dad's trying to kill me!"
"Kill you?"
"What? I'm not trying to kill you! I'm warning you to stay away from my son!" the man retorted.
Lucus now had his turn to glare. "Father, there is no meaning of this. He is my husband, and I told you that I will not allow you to take him away from me. I am marrying him and that is that."
"I don't approve of this... of this gay thing of yours." He crossed his arms. "Whatever happened to you liking girls with short skirts?"
"That was years ago, father." He cleared his throat for a moment and spoke in a profound, serious voice. "I love him. I am happily in love with this man right before you, and you do not seem to get it. No matter what trickery you try, I will be devoted to him always."
He stared before saying, "and what do you want to do? Send yourself to hell just to be with this man?"
I glanced at Lucus and saw tears in his blue eyes. "What sends me to hell is being rejected for my sexuality by my own father. Are you not supposed to be supportive of me, no matter who I am?" He stormed off and I went to follow after him, calling out his name.
"Lucus, wait!" I hollered as I followed him to the bedroom door. He then pushed me away from him and screamed at me.
"Leave me alone! I am not allowed to be near you without being accused of being seen as sick!" Lucus rushed inside the bedroom and slammed the door shut on me. I tried to open the door, but he must've locked it on me. I cursed and felt so bad for everything that was happening.
"Lucus, please open the door. It's not your fault who you are. I love you the way you are." I tried to calm him.
His upset voice was heard on the other side of the door, as if he had been crying or is about to cry. "But this world... this family... everyone thinks we should be eliminated because we are same-gender relationships, and it is sinful. It is not natural to be like this."
"I don't think we should let what others think get to us, Lucus. We should be happy for who we are, and that we can be together." I sighed. "It only hurts to know what we are is something no one can understand unless they are apart of it themselves."
My fiance sighed, and said softly, "You are right."
I pondered for a moment before I suggested, "maybe I should leave you be for a minute or two to clear your thoughts."
"Yes, thank you. That would be very nice of you. I need a moment alone."
Alright. I understand. "I'll talk to your dad. Okay?"
Lucus made a small "mm-hm". I sighed and turned to spot Lucus' dad right behind me. I gasped in shock as I didn't expect him to be there behind me. He seemed to be in a more soft and gentle mood this time, which made me feel a bit more relaxed, and I smiled slightly to try to say that I didn't want to fight anymore.
"You love him. Am I right?" he asked.
"W-what?"
"You heard me." He pinned me to the wall and stared at me directly in the eyes. "Tell me the love you share with Lucus is true."
I gulped for a moment and said, "Sir, I love your son with all my heart and soul. If there was a time where I had to decide between him and one million dollars, I'd choose him. Between my life and his, I'd take my life before letting a soul take his away from me. I'll give anything Lucus desires if humanly possible. I'd give him the world, if I could. I just love him so much. I want to be with him the rest of my life! I want to grow old together and die together, and live on more after death. In the afterlife, we'll spend an eternity wandering the Earth aimlessly, just glad to be together."
He pondered at my explanation and soon smiled at me. "I'm sorry I had to go so rough on you. I needed to know you weren't going to hurt my son. I didn't mean to anger you or anything. You see, I accept him for who he is, but I just want to make sure he makes the right choices in doing so."
I smiled. "I understand."
Lucus came out from the bedroom and smiled at his father. We didn't need to ask if he heard everything said, since it was obvious he could. Lucus embraced his father with a hug, and then turned to me, where he kissed me romantically and said something to me.
"Promise me you will never hurt me on purpose." He whispered, "Never ever hurt me if you love me as much as you say you do."
"I promise." I smiled. He smiled back and we shared a last kiss for the night before the three of us decided to head back to bed.
Christmas was only five days away, and we were able to celebrate it when it came the best way that we could. Our lives were just perfect. Everything seemed perfect. Now that Christmas has passed, and now New Years, making the year 2011, I need to tie the knot on January 5th.