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William's Love - 30. Chapter 30

Sorry about the delay, another road trip out of the way. I wasn't able to answer some of the comments while I was away as service to my cell was a little hinky. Please forgive my lack of manners, I always appreciate when I get comments, so please keep them coming.

Regards

Joh

Mr & Mr Blundell-Sands go to Washington

 

Liam pulled his Mustang into our driveway, down by the barn; Lee, Patty, Shane, and Cory are playing basketball. His face twisted in confusion, “Uh… I don’t want to sound like an idiot, but has that basketball hoop always been there?” He pointed with his hand rested on the steering wheel as he edged closer. Lee and Paddy stopped the game and opened the barn doors for Liam as we slowly approached. We leaned forward to look up at the hoop through the windscreen as we drove underneath and parked next to Seb’s Camaro.

I chortled, “I have no idea,” I paused thinking about it, “I honestly don’t know, it doesn’t look new, and it’s not like we are really into basketball to take any notice, I guess.”

Liam chuckled, “Well that’s embarrassing!” he leaned over and kissed me.

Shane opened Liam’s door, and Cory mine before Liam even had a chance to cut the engine. “Wow! Is this car yours Liam!” Shane exclaimed excitedly sticking his head through the opening to have a look, “Do you own the Camaro too.”

“If you let me out I’ll let you sit in it and have a look around the car,” Liam told him laughing. Shane moved back looking embarrassed, letting Liam out from his seat.

“Cory, Dude, move your ass so I can get out.” I laughed and grabbed our bag from the back seat.

“Yeah, sorry,” Cory chuckled and stepped back, he looked around the rest of the barn, “Whoa!”

“What?” I asked looking for something spectacular.

“The gym, and boxing equipment,” Cory said lightly jabbing his finger repeatedly where the gym was set up. “I have to get Dad and Uncle Tracy.” Before I could even say anything, the kid was gone.

I walked around the Mustang, and I could hear Shane, “Oh wow,” “Check this out!” “This is so cool,” as I reached Liam, Shane hopped out, “Can you take me for a drive later – Please!” he begged.

Liam threw back his head laughing, “Sure I can, as long as your Uncles are okay with it.”

“And the Camaro too!” Shane asked his whole face lit up like a damn Christmas.

“You’ll have to talk to Seb about that; it’s his car,” Liam said shaking his head.

“I’m going to ask now, how cool is this!” And he was gone, running back to the house.

Liam looked over to Lee and Paddy who were standing in the same spot dumbfounded by the enthusiastic behavior of Cory and Shane.

“What the hell was that, it’s just a car,” Pat said scratching his head.

“Watch your mouth Paddy, she deserves every bit of excitement and joy given by her existence. She’s gorgeous,” Liam run his hand across the roof gently, “Aren’t you baby?” Liam said to his car.

“Dear God,” Pat chortled, turning his head away and rolling his eyes. I could see the look on Liam’s face, I hope Pat can run fast.

“Uh… Pat?” I said,

“Yeah?”

“Run!” I laughed.

Liam leaped from his spot toward Pat. Pat went screaming from the barn, Liam in pursuit while Lee and I stood watching the chase as Cory, his Dad’s and Uncle’s walked lazily into the barn.

Alex whistled at the cars, “These two are beauties,” Lee and I cracked up laughing.

Jase threw his thumb over his shoulder indicating behind him, “What’s that all about?”

I started laughing again, “Pat, insulted the Mustang.”

Jase’s brow furrowed and only said “Oh!” as he turned to watch the chicken run outside the barn.

“Dad, Uncle Tracy, check out the gym stuff,” Cory said as he went closer. “Is it alright if I touch it Will?” putting his hand out to the free-weight rack.

“Yeah bud, don’t pick up anything too heavy you can’t lift, you’ll do damage to yourself,” I said.

“Who’s is the boxing gear?” Alex asked.

“Mine. Paddy and I go to the boxing gym one day a week now, and we all do Jiu Jitsu another,” I said fiddling with the handle on our bag. Alex face morphed into an expression of admiration. That made me feel good.

“Daddy, can we get a gym like this at home?” Cory asked his Dad with a hopeful tone, and Callen looked like he wanted to hurt me.

“Umm… Cory this is costly setup. The only reason we could afford it was because our house got trashed and we had money left over from the insurance payout. Instead of replacing some of the things we didn’t really need we bought this instead. Well this and the kitchen,” Poor Cory looked deflated, his shoulders dropped, and his face turned to a frown. Callen’s converted to relief.

“Oh my God, that kitchen,” Tracy said, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “I want to take her home with me. Do you guys even use her? Maybe I should take her back with me and show her how she should be utilized.” Tracy laughed.

“Good luck, we all cook, and Kat loves to bake. You might lose a limb trying. It comes in handy because we are always cooking for six or more.” I smiled.

“Just don’t let Will cook, you’ll end up with all gross healthy food,” Lee rolled his eyes. I knocked him gently with my elbow.

“Hmm… No more sugar filled pancakes for Lee – Check.” I said not-so-seriously.

Liam came into the barn holding Pat by the scruff of the neck and dragged him over to the Mustang.

“What do you say?” Liam said.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” Pat muttered to the Mustang while looking around to see who was watching him.

“And?” Liam said.

“You’re as beautiful as you are fast,” Pat sighed.

“And?”

“You’re not just a car, but a classic,” Pat said folding his arms across his chest. While the rest of us stood snickering at him.

“There you go, I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Liam said slapping him on the back. He turned to me smiling, “So, what’s going on in here?”

“Nothing just talking about the gym, I’m going to go and chuck this in the washer,” I said to him, showing him our bag and kissing him as I walked by; and passed a sleepy Seb with keys in his hand and Shane bouncing around like a Jack Russell. I smirked at Seb, and he returned it with flipping me the bird. Nice!

<>-<>-<>

Our extended family started showing up as the morning wore on. By the time eleven am came around, we were all sitting in our entertainment area. It’s starting to look nicer out here, Liam paved the area with earthy colored tones and has organized some custom weather proof sails to cover the area. It’s starting to feel more and more like home here, regardless of what all those assholes tried to take from us. With every change to the property or house, it becomes more of a home. Our home!

I was lazily lying in an outdoor reclining chair, Liam walked past me with baby Noah in his arms. Liam was looking at Noah as if he had the world in his arms.

“Hey Baby, come sit with me,” I said patting between my legs. He smiled and gently sat down and scooted his back to my front, repositioning Noah, so they’d be comfortable. I rest my chin on Liam’s shoulder looking at Noah. Kat walked past us slowly taking a photo on her phone.

“Aww! Look at you three. When are you going to have a tiny human?” Kat said giggling.

“How long do you think it will take us to get pregnant Will?” Liam asked chuckling while he entertained the gurgling baby in his arms.

“Well… You usually last about forty-five seconds; so not long,” I said with a straight face and immediately took a sip of my drink.

This created a few laughs among the others.

Liam finally caught on to what I said, “Dick,” he chortled and knocked our left knees together.

“Good burn Will,” Coach Campbell said, earning him a “Gibbs” from his husband.

“Don’t encourage him, Sweetheart. He’s a handful now.” Coach Ferrige admonished him.

Papi, Dad, and Mom threw their heads back laughing. I kissed Liam’s neck and whispered, “I love you, Honey, I’ll give you ten babies.”

“Yeah! You will,” Liam turned his head and kissed me on the lips, then rested his head back on my shoulder.

 

While everyone was still eating lunch, I popped into my workshop and grabbed the gifts I had bought for everyone. I’d gotten the girls a nice thin chain necklace with a single opal that matched our promise rings and for the guys a set of opal cufflinks. I gave Benny his present as well as Haley, theirs was a little different. I heard a little boy squeal.

“Daddy, Poppy, look what I got,” Benny squealed as he ran to his Dad’s to show them his Batman pajama’s that matched Liam’s. “Liam, look, look, we have the same.” He held it up, to show Liam.

“Huh! That’s so cool, squirt. We’ll wear them tonight, yeah?” Liam high fived Benny, while the short stack nodded his head.

“Thank you, Will,” Haley tapped me on the hip, showing me her bunny rabbit onsie. She had the cutest smile on her face while she inspected it. “Can I wear this tonight?”

“Of course you can jelly bean!” I picked her up and gave her a hug and put her on my hip. She is the cutest little girl. I just want to smush her little cheeks, she’s so adorable. I then went and sat between Callen and Alex, putting Haley on my lap.

“Hey guys,” I said.

Howz it goin’ Cuz,” Alex said smiling, “you and Liam look good with babies and toddlers,”

I rolled my eyes at him, “Everyone looks good with babies and toddlers, don’t go putting stuff in Liam’s head. No discussion of kids until we are out of college. And then if our fur babies are still alive we’ll talk about it.” I said laughing. I pulled an envelope from my pocket and gave it to Callen.

“What is it,” Callen said shaking the envelope.

“You know how Liam got tickets to the race next weekend, well Dad spoke with the office and exchanged the tickets for eight so all of you can go. But Kat and Oliver have agreed to watch Benny and Hayley if you wish. If you decide to do that, I hope you’d consider taking Lee and Pat with you. But that’s entirely up to you.” I gave them a small smile.

“How come you aren’t going?” Callen asked.

“They’ve told Liam he has to be in Washington this weekend for his gallery opening for the following week. Apparently, there’s a lot more to it than just showing up.” I laughed, “I hope you don’t mind the re-gift, but I thought you would enjoy it. There’s also accommodation for the night for all of you.”

“I don’t mind,” Alex said snatching the envelope from Callen, he opened it and looked at the tickets, “I don’t mind at all, these are fantastic seats.” Alex grinned.

“That’s great, thanks, Will, and definitely not necessary,” Callen said.

“You’ve helped us, unselfishly so. Sacrificing your own time and you’ll never know how grateful I am.” I told him.

“Let me know when the FBI contacts you for your interview. I want to make sure someone goes with you.”

Thanks, Callen, I’d appreciate it. The whole situation has me tied in knots.” I could feel my stomach twist just talking about it. Changing the subject, “What are the chances you will leave the squirt and this little Jelly Bean behind forever. We’ll take real good care of them, I promise.” Haley giggled when I kissed the top of her head.

“Suck it, Will. They’re my munchkins.” Tracy cuffed me in the back of the head. Bastard!

“Not a chicken, Uncle Tracy,” Haley said shaking her head.

<>-<>-<>

The rest of the day went quickly, it was nice and laid back. The family had a few drinks and a couple of laughs, Liam and me sat together most of the time. Dad was right about being married; you feel much more connected to your other half if that’s possible. Everything feels better, much more intimate somehow. I’m not talking about sex, but the little things; like Liam’s hand on the small of my back as he leads me into a room, or when he holds my hand, even a quick kiss on the cheek. I can’t articulate it well enough, everything is simply better. Those who say marriage doesn’t matter, are fooling themselves I think. I know it’s only been twenty-four hours, but I feel what I feel.

I am hiding away in the office from all our visitor’s to get a quiet moment. Don’t get me wrong I love having everyone here and my cousin’s family staying with us. But it’s nice to have a moment to myself, we’ve had a hectic couple of weeks. Dinner was over, and everyone was chatting over coffee, so I managed to escape. I thought I would check our accounts and pay our bills, so I knew where we were for the next couple of weeks because of going to Washington and Liam going to California for his workshop. Our personal bills have been neglected in all the excitement in the lead up to the wedding. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. There was also extra in our checking account, and nearly pooped my pants when I saw how much. I pulled out my phone to call Dad landline for the house, he answered on the second ring.

“Hello Son, miss me already. I only left you a few hours ago,” Dad chuckled.

“I always miss you Dad, but I have a couple of questions about some extra money in our account,” I stated.

“Oh! Well, it’s the remainder of the money left from the wedding account. Since you’re not taking a honeymoon yet, I’ve put it into your account in case you change your mind over the summer. And going to Washington and Liam to California, you’ll have extra.” Dad said.

Thanks Dad, but our allowance from the trust is pretty good, and we’re managing quite well. We actually have pretty healthy savings at the moment, we don’t spend much day-to-day. I think we’ll save any big trip for the summer before college. I just rang to ask Mom if she wants to come to Washington is she around?”

“I’ll get her. I love you Son,” Dad said to me affectionately.

“Love you too, Dad,” I stated with a smile. Then Mom got on the phone.

“Hello Will, is everything okay?” She asked sounding worried.

“Of course it is. I was about to confirm our bookings for next week. I was wondering if you would like to come with us? I know your temporary work assignment is finished, and I thought you would want to be there for Liam’s gallery opening, and we could all do some sight-seeing. You know to learn a little,” I asked her with a chuckle.

“I would like to go Will, but are you sure you boys want me tagging along?” She asked cautiously, “I mean I can come for the opening, but then I can leave you to it. I mean you just got married Will, don’t you boys want to be alone.”

“Mom, Liam would love it, and you and I can get into trouble together while Liam is busy. We both enjoy your company. I thought you might like a change of pace is all, and to be honest and selfish if I have to do some sight-seeing, I’d rather do it with you because I know you’ll enjoy it and we won’t have to rush through.” Plus I know Liam’s, Dad’s, birthday was while we were away and they would be able to spend the day together alone without either one feeling guilty for not being with the other. I wouldn’t dare say that though, I just know if it were me I would want that.

“Okay then, I’m in. As long as you’re sure.” Mom said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“I’m sure because I’m selfish and I want you to come. We can keep each other company and politely make fun while we people watch at the gallery.” I laughed, and Mom joined me.

“Sounds like fun,” Mom said.

“Great I’ll make the arrangements and send you the itinerary. We’ll be flying, I’ll have the car pick you up first for the airport, then come get us.” I informed Mom.

“Fine, have a good night Will,” Mom said, “And Will?”

Yeah, Mom?”

“Thank you, and I love you, my sweet boy,” I could hear her voice croak a little.

“I love you too, Mom, I can’t wait. We are going to have so much fun together. Good night,” I said happily. Yay! Mom’s coming with us.

<>-<>-<>

It’s finally Wednesday, and we’re leaving for Washington. I’ve been up since the crack of dawn trying to get everything ready to go for our trip to Washington. Making sure our bags are packed, and our tuxes are ready to go. Our travel information packed, so I don’t forget it. I managed to get Liam’s lazy ass out of bed so I could change all the bedding as Alex and Tracy are going to be staying in our room for the rest of the week. They’ve all decided to go to the race, Benny and Haley were staying with Dad and Papi while they go and they would be taking Paddy and Lee with them. The four boys were excited and driving my cousin crazy. Which of course gives me endless joy and I get to laugh at him.

“Babe, calm down. Come and sit, I’ve made you a sandwich. Relax and eat, everything is done and ready. You’ve packed, the bedroom is done, and the bathroom is clean. The car won’t be here for at least forty-five minutes. Please for me.” Liam said to me as I walked into the kitchen.

I sighed and sat down. Tracy and Jase were laughing at me. I rolled my eyes at them. Benny brought his plate over to me and sat on my lap, and we ate our sandwiches in silence, listening to the conversations around us. Liam was sitting at the table with baby Noah in his arms, he loves that little boy. Sometimes I think he forgets the baby isn’t his.

“Liam, I need to feed Noah!” Katherine was standing next to him trying to take her baby from him.

“Back off lady, we’re having a cuddle. I won’t get to see him for a whole week, besides he’s still asleep.” Liam practically growled at her.

Kat looked at me, raising an eyebrow, “Will?”

“You look lovely today Kat,” I started snickering, I knew she wanted my help, but I was the one who would have to put up with Liam. It’s a very long flight to have him sulking next to me the whole time. So basically it was self-preservation.

Kat huffed and stomped off. I’m going to pay for that at a later date. Poor Ollie was shoved into the room, expected to recover his baby from Liam. All he did was stand next to Liam and make little noises about how cute his son was. There was no getting Noah out of Liam’s vice like grip. I fear that now we’re married, the more time we spend around Noah, the more, I’ll get hounded about having babies, or adopting. I won’t be caving on this one though. We aren’t having kids so they can spend more time with a nanny than with us. I want to enjoy having kids, not pawn them off onto others.

Once the car arrived, Liam finally handed Noah over to Oliver. He went over to Katherine and gave her a hug while he smirked over her shoulder at me. When Liam pulled back, he left a big lip-smacking kiss on her cheek and thanked her for letting him cuddle with Noah. All of this was in aid of him getting his own way in the future of course. He’s such a cheeky shit! But he’s my cheeky shit, and dear god do I love that man. We gave the dogs a pet, hugged everyone else. Benny walked us to the car, he climbed into the backseat giving Mom a big hug.

“Why thank you, Master Benny,” Mom said while she was hugging him.

He giggled, “Bye Aunt Kit,” Benny crawled back out of the car and ran to his Poppy yelling a goodbye over his shoulder to us. We didn’t get a hug, but he did wave as we drove away. I quickly rang Dad and Papi letting them know we were leaving for the airport and that my phone would be turned off until we landed in Washington and I would call them when we landed.

<>-<>-<>

We walked through the doors of a pretty swanky hotel. Even though we are dressed in dress pants and button down shirts, I still feel underdressed. I looked at Liam, and he pulled a face at me as if to say we better not touch anything. Mom looked right at home, she was at reception checking us in. The woman fits in anywhere. The bellboy had taken our luggage from the cab and disappeared. Another man was hovering nearby, waiting to take us to our room. The lady at reception gave him the keys to our room and asked us to follow him. He took us to the twelfth floor where our suite is. I changed the booking from the competition and paid the difference to get us a two bedroom suite. I nearly died when they told me the difference to be paid, I dread to think what the full price is. But it’s worth it for my husband – I I love saying that, my husband – this is Liam’s time to shine his very talented ass off to the world. And what a stellar ass it is.

The suite is A-ma-Zing. The common room is huge colored in dark tones of brown and burgundy, it had leather sofa’s, very comfy leather sofas. An enormous flat screen, a proper coffee machine to make espresso or cappuccinos. A dining room table for six, in a French polish and chairs covered in a beautiful silky like material. Both bedrooms had their own en-suite, which is twice as big as the one at home, with a Jacuzzi bath and a walk-in shower. There’s a toilet and a bidet. I’m pretty sure the sheets are Egyptian cotton with a high thread count. The bed was made with blankets and covered by a duvet, not like other motels with their bed covers.

I walked back out to the common room, Mom was tipping the two gentlemen who brought our luggage and took us up to our room.

“Mom, I think I’m too scared to touch anything. I’m going to have to sleep on the floor.” I chortled.

“Just treat it like you were at home sweet boy. It’s just a room, granted the furnishings are a little lavish. You’ll be fine.” Mom said patting my cheek. “Do you boys want to freshen up and go and do something or do you want to have a little nap.”

Liam checked his phone for the time, “How about a quick nap, then freshen up and go find somewhere to eat. Something not fancy, I bet the food here is all that fancy crap they overcharge for. Maybe we can find somewhere around the college.”

“Whatever suits you boys, I’ll eat just about anything. Okay set your alarms for two hours, that should be enough to have a nap and shower,” Mom said as she was sweeping out of the room.

Liam grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into our bedroom. He stood me next to the bed and pulled down the covers. Then pointed at me and said “Naked,” while he was pulling his clothes off in a frantic hurry. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I thought to myself.

Before I pulled my pants down, I gave Liam a smirk. He cocked his head and furrowed his brow. I dropped my pants, and Liam dropped to his knees, holding my hips, with his nose buried in my crotch.

“Ohmygod,” He muttered quickly, “Dude, you are killing me with these jocks.” Resting his forehead against my thigh, while I looked down and cheekily grinned at him. I had bought a couple of jocks online before the wedding but knew they wouldn’t arrive before hand, they had arrived yesterday. So I saved them, to surprise Liam with at different times. This one has sparkling bright blue sequins with “Liam’s” written on it in a white pearl sequins. “Where did you get this? Forget it, don’t answer. I don’t care.” He pulled the cloth out with his finger on the side and stuck his tongue in the gap he’d made and licked over my balls and then up and down my painfully erect shaft.

“Ahh, Liam, don’t tease,” I moaned.

“You started it.” He said flatly and then stood and pushed me onto the bed and climbed between my legs as he forced me to move toward the head of the bed. My first mistake, as I was to one side of the bed. Liam slowly removed the jock from my waist, then leaned over me taking my hands with him. He proceeded to tie my hands around the pillar on the bed with my jock. Now I can’t move my hands the crafty shit. “And now you will pay, don’t you dare cum until I tell you.” He said and kissed my lips gently, licking my lips softly with his tongue. When I stuck my tongue out to meet his, he pulled back. Uh-oh, I’m in trouble, and definitely the right kind.

I watched, wiggled and fidgeted, letting out moan after moan as Liam ever so slowly explored my body with his tongue. When he found a sensitive area he would nibble, lick, tease and play until he lost interest and went looking for another. By the time he reached my hips, I was begging for him finish me off. I was bucking and thrusting trying to get my cock near any part of him for some kind of friction. Liam sat up leaning back on his knees holding me down by the hips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I love you so much.” Liam said ogling my entire body up and down with his eyes.

“Baby, please I’m begging you. Get inside me, I can’t take anymore,” I whined.

“As you wish,” Liam pulled my knees up to my chest, pulled my cheeks apart and dove in with his tongue.

“Ungh… Ngghhhhh… You are going to pay for this… oh… fuck… Baby, please, get inside me now.” I am in so much torturous pain, I need to cum so badly. I am right on the edge with no way to go over. I closed my eyes and rocked my pelvis upwards hard trying to chase that release. “Please Baby, I’m begging you…”

“The noises you make Babe… fuck you turn me on…” Liam pulled away, and I whimpered. All of a sudden his cock popped into me, lubed and ready. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me fast and hard, letting out a growl at the quick shot of pain. Liam laid over the top of me and pulled his hips back, and thrust back into me hard and fast while kissing me, swallowing my screams of pleasure. Suddenly my vision went like diamond blasts, and my entire body felt like it exploded. I’m not sure what happened after that. The next thing I remember my hands are free with Liam wrapped around me, kissing my neck and gently running his hand through my hair. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my body was kind of shaky.

“What the hell happened?” my voice was gravelly as I croaked out my words.

“You kind of passed out for a second… scared the crap out of me.” Liam mumbled into my neck.

“I love you, Baby,” I said as I turned in his arms, “did you get to finish,” how embarrassing.

Liam chuckled “I'm all right,” and rubbed my back lovingly.

<>-<>-<>

Liam took my hand, while we waited for the doorman to flag us a cab. Mom had found a place for us to have dinner, with everyday food. She wouldn’t tell us where or what it was, but she seemed excited. She’d told us to dress casual smart, no need for a suit. Mom is in a lovely dress with a light, flowing cardigan, Liam and I are dressed in 501’s and dressy button-down shirts and our polished boots.

The cab ride took about twenty minutes, we arrived in front of a building decorated in a rainbow of colors. Three of us stood out the front looking at the bright, colorful surroundings.

“I asked the concierge for a fun place to take my son and son-in-law for dinner, he made us reservations here,” Mom said smiling, “he said the food is outstanding and not fancy, just regular fair. He promised we wouldn't be disappointed. So what do you think?”

“I think it’s going to be all sorts of crazy fun, by the look on the outside Mom, let’s go in,” I said leaning in and kissed her cheek.

Once we were seated, we were told about Drag bingo, and karaoke following. Awesome! Mom ordered our drinks for us while we perused the menu. She called me her son-in-law. I’d never thought about it before, but that’s who I am. I’m somebody's son-in-law, and how great is it that we love each other and get along. I won’t have the gripes other people have about their in-laws. Poor Liam, he got stuck with my mother. The woman who has done nothing but try to hurt him. I could feel my eyes sting and my face fall. Liam must have noticed.

He put his hand out and rubbed my back, “Are you, okay Babe?” Liam murmured to me.

I nodded my head, “Yeah… I’m just going to to the restroom, back in a tick.” I quickly made my way to the bathroom and went straight to the hand basin and washed my face. I leaned against the wall drying my face and willing my emotions down. What a fucking place for them to surface. Man, I’m going to ruin this night if I don’t calm down. I leaned over and put my hands on my knees with my head down trying to catch my breath. My head was swirling and unbalanced, it was getting harder to breathe. What the hell is happening to me? I could feel the panic rising throughout my body. I felt a hand on my back rubbing it up and down gently with their other hand resting on my head lightly.

An unrecognizable deep voice saying, “Everything’s going to be okay, take deep breaths. In,” they inhaled deeply, "and out,” and they exhaled. They did this with me for a couple of minutes. Then the door opened, and I recognized Liam’s voice and gait.

“What the hell?” He roared.

“He’s having a panic attack, do you know him?” The deep voice asked.

“Yeah! He’s my husband,” Liam said worriedly, “Baby are you okay?” As soon as I heard his voice, my entire body started to slowly calm down.

“We need to get his breathing under control before he can talk I’d say. Has this happened before?” The voice asked, and Liam was silent. “Do you know what would have brought this on? Sorry, I’m not prying, I’m a doctor.” The man said removing his hand from head and back.

“Oh, only recently. We’ve had a really traumatic year, Will especially. We’ve been seeing a psychologist, I thought things were getting better,” Liam said running his fingers through my hair. “Babe, how are you doing?” My breathing had slowed down, and my head was returning to normal, I stood up straight, leaning on the wall feeling foolish. I could feel my face wet with tears.

“Just embarrassed is all, I’m feeling a little foolish,” I stated.

“Nothing to be ashamed about Honey, wash your face, and you’ll feel a bit better. Maybe we should go back to the Motel,” Liam said.

“No, I want to stay, this place is cool, and I don’t want to be responsible for ruining the evening. It’s just a minor hiccup, I promise. I was just overthinking things.” I said as I rewashed my face leaning over the basin.

“Don’t overdo tonight, relax and enjoy the evening. If I can overstep my bounds, ring your psychologist in the morning. Give me a call if you’re unable to contact your doctor,” Deep voice said handing his card to Liam, “I’ll organize someone for you. This shouldn’t be blown off, mental health is too important.”

I’d just realized the man was dressed in drag, “Thank you for your help, and you look all sorts of fabulous in that outfit.” I chuckled weakly.

She answered me this time, with a bop of her finger to my nose, “Why, thank you Darling, and may I say, there must be men and women weeping where you come from. You boys are absolute stud muffins and a gorgeous couple… not to mention the manty dropping accent. Must tinkle and get back out there. Toodles.” And she walked into a stall with a wave of her fingers.

Liam walked me back to the table, his arm wrapped around my waist. When we sat, Mom inquired if everything was okay, looking between us. Liam looked at me smiling his love smile and said to his Mom, “Everything’s fine, Will made a friend in the bathroom, and they were chatting.” While he swept his hand over my hair and down settling on my neck. He always knows how to soothe my nerves. Our drinks had been served, I picked mine up and took a sip and smiled at Mom. I knew she wasn’t buying it, but she let it go. I finally looked around the place. It is all lights and decorations, with pictures and posters everywhere. Signs all over the restaurant, indicating different areas. A stage for Karaoke, disco balls over the dance floor. The place was pretty packed already, the ambiance was a feeling of excitement and fun. Now that I’d calmed down, I could try to enjoy the evening and not let the panic attack ruin it. I knew the shaky feeling I was having would dissipate and I’d be okay.

“This place is one hundred and fifty percent cool Mom, it’s going to be a great night,” I said squeezing Liam’s thigh and leaning over to give him a quick kiss. “I love you,” I whispered to Liam as I quickly touched our foreheads together. He smiled and gave me another quick kiss.

“I’m glad you like it, it certainly isn’t boring, stuffy or pretentious.” Mom said laughing.

A fun night with folks in drag, what a way to get my mind to forget all the crap rolling around up there. Just what the doctor ordered.

Thanks for reading, as always I appreciate your comments, constructive or otherwise. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Great chapter, who could blame Will for a panic attack. Hopefully his wicked witch of a mother rots in hell. The boys definitely qill make great parents when the day comes.

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Omg Benny in batman and Hailey in a bunny onesie. Cuteness overload!!!!!! Omg a drag show too you pulled out all the stops. And Liam and Noah Andrea king's or able! This story is not good for my hyperactivity but I don't care, ooh a squirrel!

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18 minutes ago, Dahawk said:

Great chapter, who could blame Will for a panic attack. Hopefully his wicked witch of a mother rots in hell. The boys definitely qill make great parents when the day comes.

I hope so too, @Wesley8890 suggested a car bomb for Will's mother, I'm inclined to agree but it just isn't that type of story. LOL. I think they will make wonderful parents too, with Liam's childlike qualities and Will's mother hen side, I think their kids would have a fun childhood and become honest, good, well rounded grown ups.

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5 minutes ago, Wesley8890 said:

Omg Benny in batman and Hailey in a bunny onesie. Cuteness overload!!!!!! Omg a drag show too you pulled out all the stops. And Liam and Noah Andrea king's or able! This story is not good for my hyperactivity but I don't care, ooh a squirrel!

You've made my day already and it's only 4:49 am. But it's starting with a good belly laugh, and I can't seem to stop. I woke the dog, who is currently taking up residence in the middle of my pillows, thus the reason I'm awake. Apparently I was in his way. LOL.

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4 minutes ago, Bndmetl said:

You've made my day already and it's only 4:49 am. But it's starting with a good belly laugh, and I can't seem to stop. I woke the dog, who is currently taking up residence in the middle of my pillows, thus the reason I'm awake. Apparently I was in his way. LOL.

I hate autocorrect it was supposed to say a-freaking-dorable not Andrea kings or able.

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7 minutes ago, Wesley8890 said:

I hate autocorrect it was supposed to say a-freaking-dorable not Andrea kings or able.

Don't worry, autocorrect has done way worse to people in the past. I thought it was just a reference I didn't understand and was going to look it up. :great:

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Omg a doctor in drag.  Just what the dr ordered to lift any spirits.  Even when she is out of the picture his mother is effing up his life.  Poor Will.  His love and dad and papi will more than fill the void though.  Thanks for the chapter.  Also thanks for the co-story as well. 

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Obviously you’re not a Chevy guy – GM’s tardy answer to the Mustang is Camaro.

 

I’ve never been a Chevy guy, but I was subscribing to as many as seven different car magazines at the same time – including Car Styling, a Japanese magazine in book form most often subscribed to by automobile design studios and schools. I abandoned nearly two decades of Car Styling magazine (that I paid $15-20 per issue or $200+ per year) when I was evicted and became homeless. I had thrown away most of the other car magazines previously – I started reading them in the early ‘70s. My interest was always the styling and never really the engineering and mechanical aspects.

 

I do remember a literal locker room discussion of the then-new Mercedes 5-cylinder engine. One guy was arguing that one of the cylinders was larger than the others. They were shocked that the wimpy nerd knew that all the cylinders had to be the same size because it was already rough-running due to the number of pistons and MB had to do some special engineering tricks to smooth it out as much as possible. Computers were just starting to allow exotic engine designs to become practical.

 

 

We all owe our LGBTQ civl rights to Drag Queens and People of Color. In 1959, they rioted in Los Angeles’s Cooper Do-nuts! And in 1966, they rioted at San Francisco’s Compton's Cafeteria. They were the ones who rioted at Stonewall in 1969. But it didn’t start with Stonewall. (There’s more to history than what they taught you in school.)

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1 hour ago, droughtquake said:

Obviously you’re not a Chevy guy – GM’s tardy answer to the Mustang is Camaro.

 

I’ve never been a Chevy guy, but I was subscribing to as many as seven different car magazines at the same time – including Car Styling, a Japanese magazine in book form most often subscribed to by automobile design studios and schools. I abandoned nearly two decades of Car Styling magazine (that I paid $15-20 per issue or $200+ per year) when I was evicted and became homeless. I had thrown away most of the other car magazines previously – I started reading them in the early ‘70s. My interest was always the styling and never really the engineering and mechanical aspects.

 

I do remember a literal locker room discussion of the then-new Mercedes 5-cylinder engine. One guy was arguing that one of the cylinders was larger than the others. They were shocked that the wimpy nerd knew that all the cylinders had to be the same size because it was already rough-running due to the number of pistons and MB had to do some special engineering tricks to smooth it out as much as possible. Computers were just starting to allow exotic engine designs to become practical.

 

 

We all owe our LGBTQ civl rights to Drag Queens and People of Color. In 1959, they rioted in Los Angeles’s Cooper Do-nuts! And in 1966, they rioted at San Francisco’s Compton's Cafeteria. They were the ones who rioted at Stonewall in 1969. But it didn’t start with Stonewall. (There’s more to history than what they taught you in school.)

Okay, I can't work out if you're pissed because I miss spelt Camaro, or I have offended you in some way regarding Drag Queens. It is absolutely unintentional, and I apologise. I have never been a fan of Chevy or history. But I assure you I will look into the history more as you've now peaked my interest. Probably not about the Chevy though. Please accept my apologies, I don't ever judge people, cars yes, and I would never intentionally say anything to hurt anyone's feelings. I feel wretched, I truly am sorry.

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3 hours ago, glennish said:

Omg a doctor in drag.  Just what the dr ordered to lift any spirits.  Even when she is out of the picture his mother is effing up his life.  Poor Will.  His love and dad and papi will more than fill the void though.  Thanks for the chapter.  Also thanks for the co-story as well. 

He was there to perform for the karaoke. There's a place in Washington DC, called Freddies Beach Bar and Grill. Wednesday night is Drag Bingo and then Karaoke. All though they have the Karaoke all week long. The performers dress up and sing. It's supposed to be a fun night. Thank you for reading, and I appreciate your comments. I hope you are still enjoying the story.

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25 minutes ago, Bndmetl said:

Okay, I can't work out if you're pissed because I miss spelt Camaro, or I have offended you in some way regarding Drag Queens. It is absolutely unintentional, and I apologise. I have never been a fan of Chevy or history. But I assure you I will look into the history more as you've now peaked my interest. Probably not about the Chevy though. Please accept my apologies, I don't ever judge people, cars yes, and I would never intentionally say anything to hurt anyone's feelings. I feel wretched, I truly am sorry.

Not mad at all.

 

I just noticed the misspelling was consistent in more than one chapter.

 

And pointing out to those (not you) who denigrate drag queens and effeminate men without realizing just how much we all owe them. You’ll never see me in drag, no matter how many others have told me how good I’d look, it’s just not me. But I do enjoy sharing in their challenges of gender norms and conventions.

 

 

I’m sorry I made you think that I was criticizing you. I didn’t realize my wording could be seen in that light. I’m more annoyed with NYC-centric people who think everything started in the Northeast.

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24 minutes ago, droughtquake said:

Not mad at all.

 

I just noticed the misspelling was consistent in more than one chapter.

 

And pointing out to those (not you) who denigrate drag queens and effeminate men without realizing just how much we all owe them. You’ll never see me in drag, no matter how many others have told me how good I’d look, it’s just not me. But I do enjoy sharing in their challenges of gender norms and conventions.

 

 

I’m sorry I made you think that I was criticizing you. I didn’t realize my wording could be seen in that light. I’m more annoyed with NYC-centric people who think everything started in the Northeast.

Thanks, I thought I had really upset you. You have me intrigued and I am madly looking into the history and culture of Drag Queens. I've only read a little on the subject so far, now I can't stop searching for more information. I will go back through the story and change the spelling of the Camaro. And it's nice to know that people still get upset when others are being mistreated for just being themselves. You're a good person.

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I am a big fan of documentaries. And having just attended Frameline41 (San Francisco’s Gay film festival), I can recommend The Death and Life of Marsha P Johnson and The Lavender Scare as new documentaries about our history. Against the Law tells the story of the (non-drag) situation in the UK in the ‘50s. But I wouldn’t expect to find them available outside the film festival circuit for a while – eventually, you’ll find them possibly theatrically, and certainly from the usual sources (DVD or streaming from Amazon Prime, Netflix, iTunes, or YouTube). Check your local public library, you never know what they’ll have hidden on the shelves.

 

However there are others that are already out there to view at home. Just check your favorite sources. I know that KQED (PBS in San Francisco) broadcast a doc about the Compton’s Cafeteria Riot. The narrative Stonewall was criticized for whitewashing the story to gain a more mainstream audience, but tells the basic story. There are also documentaries called Before Stonewall and After Stonewall. When We Rise was ABC TV’s 8-hour miniseries attempting to cover the Gay Rights movement from the ‘70s to the present – it doesn’t go into a lot of the details, it’s an overview for those who might not have heard the story before.

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3 minutes ago, droughtquake said:

I am a big fan of documentaries. And having just attended Frameline41 (San Francisco’s Gay film festival), I can recommend The Death and Life of Marsha P Johnson and The Lavender Scare as new documentaries about our history. Against the Law tells the story of the (non-drag) situation in the UK in the ‘50s. But I wouldn’t expect to find them available outside the film festival circuit for a while – eventually, you’ll find them possibly theatrically, and certainly from the usual sources (DVD or streaming from Amazon Prime, Netflix, iTunes, or YouTube). Check your local public library, you never know what they’ll have hidden on the shelves.

 

However there are others that are already out there to view at home. Just check your favorite sources. I know that KQED (PBS in San Francisco) broadcast a doc about the Compton’s Cafeteria Riot. The narrative Stonewall was criticized for whitewashing the story to gain a more mainstream audience, but tells the basic story. There are also documentaries called Before Stonewall and After Stonewall. When We Rise was ABC TV’s 8-hour miniseries attempting to cover the Gay Rights movement from the ‘70s to the present – it doesn’t go into a lot of the details, it’s an overview for those who might not have heard the story before.

Great thanks, they sound like good places to start. I will also check the library for any other information I can find. I'm obsessed now. LOL

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Great stuff from your readers - especially droughtquake!  It's good to correctly know our history and resources from which to learn more!

PS - I happen to be a Chevy lover - so there!!!  Owned a Camaro and three Corvettes! Still drive a GM product!

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