Chapter 6: Fathers Day Pt. 1
Disclaimer: For the 26th time, I do not own the Fosters.
AN: With the previous chapter being what it was, I can promise that this chapter will be a happier one.
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Jude's POV:
A flash of light startled Connor and I awake. I blinked the sleep of out my eyes to see the moms standing there, staring down at us with a camera in hand.
Connor and I groan.
"Really moms?" I whine, "Not cool."
"We were just coming up to wake you guys up, but this was just too cute not to have a picture of." Lena said with a infuriating smirk.
"That, and we needed to talk to Jude about something serious." Stef added.
My heart froze, remembering what I had told Connor yesterday.
"It's about your dad, Jude."
"Oh." I said, breathing a sigh of relief, "What about him?"
"He called earlier." Stef said, "He asked how you and Callie were doing, and if you'd be willing to allow him to visit any time soon."
I thought about it for a moment.
I resent my dad for a lot of things. Getting forced into Foster care and years of hell, for instance...
But I do admit that I miss him.
"Invite him to dinner tonight."
They all looked at me in shock.
"Are... are you sure?" Lena asked.
"Yeah. I'm sure." I said, "It's Father's Day. Connor's dad will be here too. And I want to introduce him to Connor. Plus Callie won't be here, she'll be at Robert's. So I wouldn't have to worry about her reaction to it."
They nodded and left the room, leaving Connor and I to get changed into our day clothes.
"So, what are we gonna do for our date today?"
"Dad's gonna take us out to lunch." Connor responded, "Then later we're gonna come back here and eat dinner."
"Tonight is gonna be interesting." I said, "My dad and your dad both in the same room? How do you think that'll go down?"
"I don't know," Connor said thoughtfully, "I don't think it'll be too bad."
"I hope not."
Once we were both dressed we headed downstairs. We walked into the kitchen to find that Mr. Stevens was already there waiting for us.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" Connor asked, "I thought you weren't gonna be here for about an hour.
"Yeah... I uh, just wanted to talk to Stef and Lena about some stuff." Adam said, before smirking, "Then they come back down here and say they have a picture to show me."
"Oh god." I groan, "REALLY MOMS? Are you trying to get me killed?"
"Calm down kid." Adam said, "I'm not gonna kill you for falling asleep cuddling. I'm not that uptight."
"Uh. Since when?" Connor snarked.
"I was worse with your mother when we met." Adam said, "As long as it doesn't go any further than that, I don't care."
"Um. Yeah *cough* that's not gonna happen anytime soon." Connor said nervously.
Adam looked at us with a cocked eyebrow. I looked down at my hand
"You forget that I was a teenage boy once too. I know how you guys think."
"Yeah, but you weren't raped in foster care though, were you?" I thought to myself.
It only took me a second and a half to realize that everybody had gone silent.
I look up from my hand hesitantly to see Stef, Lena, and Adam all staring at me. They all looked horrified.
"Did I just say that out loud?" I asked. Adam nodded.
Stef and Lena are at my side directing me to a chair in a split second.
I looked at Connor with pleading eyes, and he immediately move to stand by me. I grabbed his hand and held it tight.
"Who was it Jude?" Stef asked me gently.
I looked at her for a second before sighing.
"Liam. Three days before Callie."
Connor pulls up a chair and sits next to me, pulling me into a side hug.
"How come you never told us?" Lena asked.
"I'm perfectly happy never speaking of it." I answered, "I only told Connor last night because I felt that, as my boyfriend, this was something he deserved to know."
"I've never wanted to kill somebody before." Connor growled venomously, "But if I ever meet him, I will. I'll bash his brains in with my baseball bat, and laugh while I do it!"
"Connor." I growl in warning. He looks at me sheepishly.
"Sorry," He said, "You can't honestly blame me though, can you? He hurt the person I love. The only thing that is stopping me, is that he's already in jail."
"I'll second that statement." Stef said.
"I'll third it." Lena agreed.
"I'd do it anyway." Adam said, "Jesus Christ, kid. I'm surprised you've turned out as well as you did! If I were you, I'd be a serial killer already."
"It's in the past. I don't let it affect me anymore. The bastards in jail. Where he belongs." Jude said, "Just do me one favor, moms."
"Anything." Stef said.
"Whatever you do... do NOT tell Callie." I demand. They nod agreement, "Uhh, anyway where are we going on our date?"
They all look shocked at my sudden change of subject.
"Jude..." Lena started to say,
"I already told Connor the story, I'm not doing it again. I'm fine. The only side affect from it is that I won't be having sex for a LONG time. So just drop it. Please."
Everybody is silent for a few moments, before Adam breaks the silence.
"I'm, uh, taking you both to this restaurant downtown for lunch. I'm gonna eat too, but I'm gonna sit at a different table. Then afterwards we're coming back here for dinner. I understand your dad's gonna be here, Jude?"
"Yeah. He is, so at least tonight'll be interesting." I respond.
"Well are you ready?" Connor asks me.
I nod.
"You guys wanna go now?" Adam asked. We nod, "Alright then."
We head out to Adam's truck. As soon as we get in and he starts it, the radio turns on and a recognizable song starts playing.
"Hey, Paradise City." I point out enthusiastically.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Adam's head swivel to look at me.
"YOU know Guns N' Roses?" He asks, his voice disbelieving.
"It's a recent obsession." I tell him, "My brothers got me hooked."
"Your boyfriend has good taste in music, Connor." Adam said approvingly.
"Told you he'd like that." Connor whispered in my ear.
Two Hours Later:
We were sitting side by side in a booth. I was leaning into Connor's side, eating a dish that I couldn't pronounce the name of, while Connor ate lasagna. Adam had went up to the bar and was eating there to give us some privacy. The restaurant was one that served solely Italian food, and so far I was impressed. The food was delicious, and the atmosphere was gorgeous.
"This place has really good food." I stated.
"No kidding. Try some of this lasagna." Connor mumbled around a mouthful of said dish, holding out a bit on his fork for me to try. I open my mouth, and he rolls his eyes before sticking the fork in my mouth.
"You're a dork." He says teasingly.
"Yeah, but you love it."
"Yeah. I do." He says, before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.
I hear somebody make a noise of disgust. I turn slightly to the side, and out of the corner of my eye I see a couple staring at us, their lips curled in disgust.
"Should I say something?" Connor asks me.
"You want to?" I ask in return, "I wouldn't mind doing it. I'm feeling sassy anyway."
"Dinner AND a show? You sure know how to treat a guy." He responds, "The day isn't complete if I don't get to hear you get sassy with somebody. You're hot when you're tearing somebody to shreds."
The funny thing is that he's being completely serious. I flick him on the ear, before kissing him again.
Another noise of disgust.
I decide to grant Connor's wish and. whip around and glare at them.
"Can I help you?" I say venomously.
"Yeah," The man sneered, "You could not do that sick shit in public."
"SO rude." I chastised condescendingly, "I'm sorry, I was under the mistaken impression that you were human beings with the capability of using rational thought, my mistake. SO I'll allow my boyfriend here to put it into simpler terms. Connor, if you will?"
"You can go fuck yourself." Connor said simply.
"Nobody wants to see a couple of fags frenching in public." The woman spat, her nose curled.
Connor snorted, and decided to comment on that.
"Yet you two are the only ones complaining about it." Connor pointed out, "And has anybody ever told you that you look like somebody just stuck shit under your nose, the look you have on your face right now."
In my peripheral vision I could see Adam approaching from behind them.
"Somebody should teach you some manners, you nasty little queer!" The man snarled.
"And who's gonna do it?" I scoff, "You? I didn't know they could teach swine to walk and speak, let alone that they could reach a level of intelligence to teach anything. Besides rolling around in their own shit, that is."
The man rose to advance on us, but Adam reached him first.
"I think you two had better leave before I throw you through that window for threatening my son." He growled in his ear.
The man looked like he was going to defecate in his suit pants.
The woman was too stupid to keep quiet.
"One of these fags is your son?" She sat in disgust.
"Uh oh." Connor whispered to me, "She's done it now."
"Yep." Adam answered with a mocking smile, "The one with the muscles wearing the flannel. Do you know what's gonna happen to you if you call him a fag again?"
He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
Except he didn't whisper... He screamed.
"I'M GOING TO DISEMBOWL YOU WITH THE FORK YOUR EATING WITH!" He screamed. Before standing up straight to greet the man that was hurrying towards us.
"Is there a problem here sir?" The man asked
"Are you the owner?" Adam asked.
"Yes sir, I am." The owner said.
"Then yes sir, there most certainly is problem. My son and his boyfriend," Adam said politely, pointing to us, "Are having their first date today, and these two imbeciles had to insult them with homophobic remarks, proving that some people truly have no manners, and also providing proof beyond a question or shadow of a doubt the evolution CAN in fact go backwards."
The owner blinked, before turning to the couple with a glare.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said, "Your kind isn't welcome here."
"Fine," The woman spat, "With the kind of filth that dines here..."
"The only filth I see is you madam." The owner said coldly, "No leave, before I have my HUSBAND remove you from the premises."
The couple quickly scurried away. The owner turned back to us.
"Terribly sorry about that boys." The owner said, "Your three meals are on the house."
"Really?" I ask, not expecting that.
"Yeah. You're a cute couple. I wish I had the courage to be out when I was your age." He said with a kind smile, "Keep it up boys."
He nodded to Adam, before turning around and walking back to the front counter.
The rest of the date went off without a hitch. Before we knew it, we were pulling back up in the driveway of my house, our stomachs full, and the intent to return to that restaurant in the future. We all hop out of the truck and walk toward the front door.
"Well that was entertaining." Adam said as he we all approach the door, "Why don't you head on in Connor, I wanna talk to Jude for a minute."
Connor looks at his dad suspiciously before nodding and walking slowly to the front door. Once the door closed behind him, Adam turned to me. He stared at me for a minute in silence. He gave me a small smile and sat down on the front step. He patted the spot next to him, and I sat down next to him.
"Ever since Connor came out to me," He said, "I've been thinking."
I look at him questioningly.
"One of my biggest worries when you decided to be b-boyfriends, was that you or Connor would get hurt. But for what it's worth, that's not really a worry anymore. It's good to know, that if my son is gonna date another boy, it's somebody who can give as good as they get."
I smile at him a little.
"Thanks Mr. Stevens." I said quietly.
"And truthfully, I AM glad it's you, and not some random punk." He confessed.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, kid." He said, "I know that you'll be good to him. I know that you'll keep each other safe."
I grin at him.
"Thanks." I said, "That means a lot."
"Don't mention it." He said, "Now let's go inside before Connor starts to think I've murdered you or something like that."
I snort, and we both stand and open the door and head inside.
There was still a couple of hours until dinner, so Connor, Brandon, Jesus, Adam and I gathered up the poker chips and the deck of cards and sat down at the dining room table. I'm good at poker, something that drives my competitive brothers insane. The only reason I'm so good is because I can bluff like a professional.
Two hours later, after winning almost every single hand, they finally surrender to my superior bluffing skills. Then we hear a knock on the door. Lena, who had been watching my domination, rushed to open the door. She returned a few seconds later, followed by a guest.
For the first time in almost seven months, I laid eyes on my father.