Protecting David 13
Frank lowered himself onto the sofa. He was dressed impeccably,
dressed like a man so used to wearing only the best clothing
that he simply no longer even considers it. His suit was
a dark blue, just a fraction of a shade lighter than navy,
his shirt a brilliant white with plain round gold cufflinks,
his tie a complicated and expensive blend of dark blues and
greens. He is a man totally at ease with himself and his
“So whatdya want me to tell this guy Frank?” I
felt, well, ill at ease, would be putting it mildly. The guy
we were about to meet with was a major advisor to Senator Storington
but actually much more than that, he was someone that everybody
listened to. According to David, who would know, Montgomery
Block was the great-grandson of a man smart enough to marry
the only granddaughter of one of the wealthiest men in the
country. After a couple of decades of adding to the family
fortunes he began devoting his time to public service but always
behind the scenes, always the advisor, the confidant. His office
was decorated with an old American made desk and credenza in
dark mahogany but a lot of the other things in the room were
oriental. Everything in the room reeked of old money and the
things a lifetime of holding power can bring.
“Let Shetlan take the point Marky.” Frank said,
nodding in General Shetlan’s direction. “He knows
where he needs to go with this guy, we’re just backup.
If Shetlan wants you to jump in he’ll let you know and
always remember Marky, there’s power in silence. People
get themselves into all kinds of shit just cause they can’t
Frank pulled out one of his cigars and shoved it in his mouth.
He took it out of his mouth and smiled. “Bet David and
Alex are having a ball looking around the city. Nice they could
come with ya.” The feel of David’s hair as I held
his head and kissed him goodbye at the hotel flashes into my
brain and I force it out but the remembered warmth of his skin
rests like a phantom on the palm of my hand.
The door at the other end of the room opened and a tall, gray
haired, balding man, was talking in the doorway with a much
younger man who was holding a huge stack of papers and nodding
his head vigorously. At the end of the discussion Montgomery
Block walked towards us with a large hand extended to Frank
who was struggling to free himself from the sofa. He walked
slightly hunched over and with a vaguely disoriented look on
his face, like a man who had just remembered something unrelated
to what he was doing.
“Frank you old scallywag!” He shook Frank’s
hand and turned quickly to General Shetlan. “Jimmy, always
good to see you.” Block put his hands on his hips and
looked at the two men. “God when was the last time that
I saw you two together? Some time in the seventies I suppose.”
Frank lightly touched Block’s arm and directed him to
me. “Monty, I want you to meet Mark Chauvet, he’s
been heading our efforts in this deep penetration work that
we’ve been doing.”
Block turned to me and fixed me with brilliantly blue eyes
set in a seventy something year old face. “Mr. Chauvet,
I’ve heard some very good things about you and not just
from these two. It’s nice to finally meet you.” His
handshake was firm.
Even though I had known that Shetlan had probably mentioned
my name to Block I was still a bit surprised that Block even
bothered to remember. “Mr. Block, it’s an honor
to meet you.”
Monty began guiding us to the pair of facing sofa’s
that we had been sitting on earlier. “Frank, that cigar
isn’t gonna do you much good unless you light it.” He
waved his hand around the room. “It’s okay in here
fellas, light em up. I had to have a special ventilation system
installed just so that I could have a cigar occasionally. They
made me pay for it myself too.”
When we were settled Monty turned to me. “Mark, as Jimmy
may have told you, I advise Senator Storington on defense issues.” He
paused and lifted a stack of papers onto his lap. “Just
as importantly, although the Senator might not think so,” he
smiled, “I also advise the party leadership, on a more
or less unofficial basis, on the same subject.” He bent
forward, opened a humidor and picked out a cigar, then carefully
clipped the end and lit it with an old fashioned Zippo lighter
with a Marine Corp emblem on it. “The work that you fellas
have done in the area of precision deep penetration bombing
has been groundbreaking. And now we have to make sure that
we get the dollars allocated to make this happen the way that
it needs to.”
“Mark, what Jimmy and I need you to do is educate. It’s
not that senators and congressmen are ignorant of the subject
but they need details and the bigger picture. The nature of
warfare is changing; it’s a phrase we’ve all heard
but we need you and the general to make that concept come alive
in a way that will insure proper funding.”
“I’m giving a cocktail party this evening, Mark.
I’d like you to come. You too Frank, give you and Jimmy
a chance to relax and meet some folks.” The phone on
Monty’s desk started to ring and he got up to answer
it. “I’ll send a car for you fellas around seven.
And Mark, bring David.” I must have gotten a weird look
on my face because Monty added smiling. “You’d
be surprised how sophisticated we’ve become inside the
David and I had a two bedroom suite, which consisted of two
bedrooms separated by a sitting room with television, bar and
the usual high end hotel furniture. After dropping Frank at
his room I let myself in and walked to our bedroom. David was
lying, fully dressed on the right side of the bed and Alex
was sleeping in the middle, also fully dressed. Apparently
their tour of Washington had worn them out. I took my suit
and shirt off and laid down in my boxer shorts, next to Alex.
After a little while I heard a whispered. “Dad, dad.” I
turned my head and looked into Alex’s blue eyes.
“We got tired dad.”
“So I see. Did you sleep?”
“Yep, I did dad. But I’m not tired anymore. Is
it okay if I go watch television?”
I leaned over and kissed Alex’s forehead. “Sure
kiddo. Just keep the volume down so we don’t wake up
“You want me to be quiet as a mouse dad?”
“That’d be great son.” Alex crawled down
to the end of the bed and then walked into the sitting room
and moments later I heard the sound of the television, loud
at first and then much lower.
David was sleeping wearing his tan Dockers and a shirt with
a small brown check. I slid over and very gently wrapped my
right arm around his chest and fell instantly to sleep.
The next thing that I was aware of was, two people talking
quietly. I opened one eye and saw David sitting up in bed leaning
back against the headboard, Alex was straddling his lap and
speaking very seriously, while staring intently into David’s
“Dad I was wondering if you were sure that Mrs. Meurer
would remember to give Joe water. Cause I don’t think
anyone told her to do that.” Alex was shaking his head
slowly as he spoke.
“Sweetheart I’m sure that Mrs. Meurer knows that
she has to give Joe water. I’ve seen her give him water
before.” He reached up and touched Alex’s hair. “She
knows how much you love Joe. She won’t let anything happen
Alex had his hands in his lap and was twisting one finger. “He
looked really sad when we left to go to the airport. I think
that he’s scared to sleep alone sometimes.”
David was replying with equal seriousness. “Well Alex,
I’m sure that Joe misses you and there’s probably
times when he wakes up and wonders when you’re coming
home but sweetheart, we’ll be going home tomorrow, so
Joe won’t be lonely for very long.”
Alex looked a little uncertain about the whole arrangement. “Okay
Dad. I guess that’ll be okay.”
I slid my hand over and tickle Alex’s foot. He shrieked
and leapt off of David and threw himself at me. “You’ve
been playin possum Dad.” I was lying on my side facing
David and Alex was now sitting on my upper right arm, riding
it like a pony.
I was trying to make sure that Alex didn’t hurt himself
and also said to David. “Block wants you to come tonight.
Would ya like, totally hate that?”
David had an odd look on his face. “Mmmmm not totally.
We would need to get a abybay ittersay orfay you know who.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “How in the hell do
we find one of those here?”
David spoke so casually that I almost had to laugh. “Oh,
I suppose the hotel could help us out.”
I rolled over on my back taking Alex with me. “Alex
you’re gonna have a baby sitter named Thor.” Yes!
I was angry that I couldn’t protect my family from this
unseen threat. I almost wished that someone, some tangible
person, would try to break in so that I could have the pleasure
of strangling them with my bare hands.
Alex started to say something but David looked at him and
said. “Alex do you have to go to the bathroom?”
Alex looked suddenly torn between staying in the conversation
and the call of nature. “Go on Alex.” David said
and Alex went running to the john.
I looked at David. “How do you always know when he needs
to go to the john?”
David rolled his eyes and laid his head on my chest. “Their
names are Billy and Michael and I’m not taking any chances.”
“You really think that there’s any danger?”
“ No, but Alex is better known than any little boy should
be, so why take any chances.”
“Whatdya mean better known? Who the hell knows him?”
David was lightly rubbing my stomach. “Lot’s of
people. Helmut was really well known, well, more in Europe
than here, but still, remember how many people showed up for
his memorial service? And that was on like twenty-four hours
notice. Then there’s the whole idea that we adopted him.
Two gay guys. People talk.”
“Oh come on David. I can’t believe anybody cares.
I mean, sure, somebody may think, when they first hear it,
that maybe it’s a little unusual but do you really think
people dwell on something like that?” Even though I couldn’t
see his face I knew David was giving me a, “are you kidding,” look.
“Then, you can also toss his trust fund into the mix.”
“David, we’re the only ones that know about that.
Well, us and a few lawyers and bankers.” Alex went running
by, screaming that he was going to go watch television.
David was playing with my chest hair. “Sweetheart, you
know that if more than a couple of people know anything, it
becomes like public knowledge. You can be sure that all the
Europeans that knew Helmut, either know of the trust fund,
or assume that there is one.”
I sat up and then straddled David’s lap and put my hands
on his shoulders. “Baby, I just don’t want you
to become so afraid of something happening to Alex……….
or to me, that it makes you crazy.”
David looked up into my eyes, his own emerald eyes shocking
me once again with their intensity. “Mark, I promise
you that I won’t let that happen. It’s just that.”
I stopped him by kissing him. “It’s okay. I really
do understand and I also trust your judgement.” I smiled
at him. “After all, you fell in love with me. You are
still in love with me, aren’t you?” I asked him
“Nah, I’m just keeping you around for the sex.” He
smiled and then laid his head back against the headboard. His
eyes were closed but I could see tears forming in the corners.
“Oh baby don’t.” I leaned forward and held
his head to mine. “I love you too, and I trust you babe.
Do whatever you need to do. You’re right, we do need
to make sure Alex is safe. The alternative is too horrible
to think about.” I rubbed the tears out of his eyes with
David seemed to shake himself. “It’s okay. I’m
fine, just got a little emotional.” He smiled and reached
forward and ran his hands over my chest. “What should
I wear tonight?” He grimaced. “Yeah, like I got
a choice. The only suit that I brought is that charcoal gray.
That’ll be okay?”
“You bet hun. You look great in everything.”
Alex came running into the room and threw himself on the bed. “Can
I have a parrot? They’re really pretty and they talk.
Just like people, they talk! I seen em on the television.”
I pinned Alex to the bed and tickled him until he screamed
for relief. “Why do we need a parrot? We’ve got
you and you NEVER stop talking!”
Alex was trying to catch his breath and squirming to get away.
He gestured with his hands. “No Dad! This is a bird!
A real bird, with feathers and stuff. Can we get one?”
I lifted Alex up and kissed him on the forehead. “Alex
this is a question for your other dad.” I sat him down
on David lap and grinned. “David, Alex has a question.”
David gave me a look. “Gee thanks Mark!”
“You’re so fucking handsome! You make me feel
like some big clod.” David had on his charcoal gray suit
with a white shirt and gold tie. We were in the bathroom standing
in front of the mirror. I pulled him gently to me and kissed
him, needing desperately to be in him, to be a part of him.
He kissed me back and wrapped his arms around my neck.
“You just wanna get into my pants later.” David
I held his shoulders. “Well…..that’s true
actually but I really do mean it. You look great!
David kissed me again. “Thanks sweetheart but you look
great too. It’s just that you’re so used to seeing
yourself in a suit that you don’t really see how you
look” He ran a brush threw his hair. “We better
say goodbye to Alex.”
We walked into the sitting room. Billy was sitting in a chair
behind the door to the suite and Michael was sitting with Alex
watching television. They represented about five hundred pounds
of highly trained bodyguards. I walked over and picked up Alex
and kissed him.
“Michael, “ I looked at my watch, “about
another hour or so of television and then bed. Okay?” Then
looking at Alex in my arms. “You listen to Michael and
Billy, Alex. Okay?”
Alex yawned and said. “Yeah dad.” He laid his
head on my shoulder. “You’re not gonna be real
late are you.”
David held the back of Alex’s neck and kissed him lightly. “We
won’t be gone all that long Alex. But don’t try
and stay awake for us to come home. Go to bed when Michael
tells you to.”
The car that Monty had sent for us was pulling into his Georgetown,
estate, the wheels of the car bumping slightly as it passed
over a small hump in the driveway between the two brick columns
that marked the entrance. There were local policemen stationed
at the columns but they waved us through and as we pulled up
to the brightly lit main door one of several severely dressed
men walked quickly to the car and opened the back door.
Frank was the first one out of the car and was struggling
to get his hands on something solid to pull himself up. The
man who had opened the door was trying to help him.
“They’re making cars so fucking low these days.” Frank
turned to look at me once he was on his feet on the sidewalk. “Course
being old and overweight could also have something to do with
it.” Frank was fine once he was on his feet and on terra
“Mr. Connelly, if you and your party would just come
this way.” The guy who opened the door touched Frank
lightly on the right arm and gestured towards the stairway.
I turned back and watched as David stepped from the car, marveling
again at his natural grace. He had a little smile on his face.
The fact was that David, unlike me, loved this sort of thing.
He was in his element with a drink in his hand schmoozing total
strangers. His black hair was shining with reflected light
from the porch and his eyes flashing dark green one moment
and almost black the next.
As we were walking up the stairs the dark green door of the
house opened and Monty came out with an arm raised in salutation. “You
fellows made it! Frank, Jimmy is in there talking to some of
my esteemed colleagues.” He touched Frank’s shoulder. “Why
don’t you give him a little back up and I’ll introduce
these handsome young guys to some of the more important sharks
that populate these waters.”
I turned and gently pulled David forward. “Mr. Block,
I’d like you to meet my partner, David Kerry.” Both
men smiled and shook hands.
Monty got between us and holding us each by an arm led us
down a darkly paneled hallway, past young men holding trays
of drinks and canapés. “Guys, I want you to have
a good time tonight. You’re not on duty Mark, this is
just a, get to know you affair, so you just need to circulate
and let folks meet you. It’ll be a big help when you
need something, if they remember that they met you socially.
And David, if my assistant is correct, you’re the senior
partner in Kerry, Blair, Froedtert and Kent?”
David glanced up at Monty, looking perhaps a bit surprised. “Ah…..well
yes, Mr. Block. I am.”
“Please David, none of that Mr. Block stuff, Monty will
do just fine. And I think that you’ll find that the thing
these folks like to discuss even more than government, is money.”
We were in a very large room with floor to ceiling bookshelves
on one end and the other end dominated by the fireplace. David
and I had become separated and I could see him in the corner
by the windows talking animatedly to a group of gray templed,
perfectly groomed men who could only be politicians or media
“Looks like David’s talking to our biggest roadblock.” Frank
said, motioning towards David with his drink. David was speaking
with a senator who had been, at least partially opposed to
spending money on new weaponry.
I was in a group that contained Frank, General Shetlan, Senator
Storington’s Chief of Staff and an elderly woman with
delicate features who was wearing a triple string of pearls
and a huge emerald cut diamond ring.
Frank directed my attention to the lady. “Mark this
is Emma Block, Monty’s wife.” Then to Mrs. Block. “Emma
this is Mark Chauvet. He works on special projects for us.”
Emma held out her hand to me in a rather old fashioned way.
I took it in mine and then covered it lightly with my other
hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you maam.”
Her voice was lilting in a way that ladies voices rarely are
anymore. “Frank! How cryptic! Mr. Chauvet, that rather
makes you sound like a cross between James Bond and the Scarlet
Pimpernel. Surely Frank isn’t having you do anything
quite so dramatic?” Her eyes were smiling but then they
moved across my face as if she was remembering something, something
from long ago. “You were in the military Mr. Chauvet?” Her
voice was as fragile as crystal. I was about to tell her to
call me Mark but something told me that it just wasn’t
“Yes Mrs. Block. I was an Army Ranger.” Something
in her manner made me smile. Not that she was funny, more that
there was a vaguely familiar quality in the way that she spoke
and looked, something comforting. Her hand fluttered for a
moment and then settled on my arm.
She turned to the others, her hand still lightly touching
my arm. “I suppose I’d better mingle, Monty always
wants me to make the rounds.” She looked at General Shetlan
and Frank. “I hope that you boys will take good care
of Mr. Chauvet.” She looked up at my face. “We
have to watch out for our boys who served.” She started
to walk away but turned back for a second and said to me. “You’ll
have to come back and see us again Mr. Chauvet.”
Two hours later, Frank, David and I were climbing into the
limo that had brought us.
“I’m still fucking hungry!” Frank leaned
forward in the seat and turned to David and me. “You
David’s head was lying back against the seat. He seemed
tired, or maybe just tired of, all the talking. He rubbed his
eyes with his balled up hands and turned to Frank. “I
am Frank.” He rolled his head around to face me. “Wanna
stop in the hotel coffee shop? I’ve got a taste for a
burger and fries.”
I could feel the warmth of David’s body next to mine,
and more than anything on earth, I just wanted to roll sideways
and bury my face in his neck. “Sounds good to me. Just
so long as I don’t have to listen to another politician.”
“How the fuck do they stand it?” I was staring
at the roof of the car. “The endless talking,” I
closed my eyes, “talking, talking, talking.”
Then I remembered and sat up and looked across David at Frank. “Frank,
what is it with Emma Block? She seemed to have a strange, I
mean nice strange, quality about her.”
Frank glanced quickly to make sure that the window between
us and the driver was closed then, stifled a yawn. “Old
money, as in, they made it trading beaver pelts. I first met
her in the early seventies, God, more than thirty years ago.
She was a beauty. Still is, just not young anymore. Their eldest
boy died in Vietnam. Monty dealt with it by working harder
than anybody else in Washington and Emma dealt with it by going
into seclusion.” Frank turned his head and watched the
traffic. “Nice to see her again.”
The car rolled under the portico of the hotel and we piled
out and made our way to the coffee shop. Frank grabbed a menu
on the way in and was scanning it as we were being seated.
“I’m having the steak sandwich, what about you
“I can’t eat that much, not at this time of night.
I’ll take burger, minus the fries.” I looked to
“Ditto the burger.” The lady who seated us was
mumbling about not being the waitress but she seemed to have
taken everything down and left with an exasperated look on
We were in a booth with David in the middle. I pushed my foot
towards his until I made contact. “So was anything accomplished
Frank looked at me and smiled. “Who the fuck knows!
The peoples representatives are going to do what they need
to do to get reelected.” He put his unlit cigar in an
ashtray. “Marky, this is the quicksand of our business.
There are no certainties……… well, maybe humans
love of war. But even with that, there’s not much you
can count on. But Shetlan is the best and so is Monty. My money
and yours, literally, is on them.”
I lean forward as I’m listening to Frank and put my
right hand on the seat of the booth and press my thumb up against
David’s butt. He settled back against it. I know it’s
crazy! When we first met we had sex constantly, and then, over
time, we settled down to twice a day. Then, when we both got
so intense about our jobs and Alex came along, it ended up
being maybe once a day, or even every other day and with traveling
and all, sometimes every other week. Now, ever since the holidays,
or maybe even before that, I think about him all the time.
When I’m in a room with him I have to touch him and all
day long I’ll be remembering the feel of him, the smell
of his skin, the warmth of his breath on my face.
“Well, I had a pretty good evening.” David said.
One of those guys was an investor of ours and he introduced
me to a couple of potentials.” Frank was looking at David
and shaking his head.
David laughed. “What Frank? Yeah, like you weren’t
there to make money!”
Frank put his arm around David’s shoulder. “Kid,
I’m not being critical. I just wish to fuck I could adopt
Alex was asleep when we got back to the hotel room. We went
into his room and watched him sleep for a while and then walked
hand in hand back to our own room. David said. “Five
will get you ten that he’s sleeping with us by morning.”
I smiled at him and pulled him to me. “No bet.” David
felt so warm. “The upside of that is that what I’m
planning isn’t going to take till morning.” I started
to slowly undo his tie.
David reached down and started rubbing my cock through my
pants. “So basically we’re talking about a quickie
I tossed David’s tie over the back of a chair and started
on his shirt buttons. Spreading his collar I bent and kissed
the side of his neck. He gasped softly. “Nope, just not
an all night sex romp.” I buried my nose in the hair
behind his ear. “God, I love the way you smell!” I
pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran my hands up his bare
David had pulled my cock out of my open fly and was slowly
stroking it. I opened my pants and stepped out of them without
David ever letting go of my cock. He was looking up into my
eyes. “If we were home we wouldn’t have to worry
so much about him waking up but he’s kind of unsettled
here, kind of stirred up.” He squeezed my cock. “Every
time I look at this thing I wonder how in the hell I’m
gonna get it in me.”
I said. “Well babe, the door is locked, so there’s
no chance of Alex walking in on us.” David had kicked
off his shoes and was stripping off his pants.
I stripped off the rest of my clothing and sat down on the
edge of the bed. David sat down next to me and pulled off his
socks and then slipped off his underwear, his cock was pointing
straight up. I ran my fingers up his back and then pulled him
to me, kissing the back of his neck as he bent to take my cock
into his warm mouth.
“Ohhhhhh yeah Babe! Yeah that feels great!” I
lowered my back to the bed and let David play, in the meantime
with my right hand I was cupping his ass and my middle finger
was lightly beginning to tease his butt hole. He grunted when
my finger first touched his asshole, but he swung around so
that I’d have better access. His upper body was lying
on my stomach and groin, while his butt was back towards me,
giving me the freedom to do anything with it that I wanted
When I run my hands up the back of David’s thighs and
then feel the twin mounds of his silky butt it’s like
tossing a lit match on a gasoline soaked rag. Whether I’m
actually doing it or just thinking about doing it the result
is the same, a cock so hard that it aches.
I felt him pick up my balls in his right hand while he was
holding my cock with his left. I was watching the back of his
head as it went up and down slowly on my dick. David’s
lower body was lying on his left side, his legs on top of each
other and his knees bent. David’s body is truly a gift
from the gods. I’ve never seen him do any exercise other
than golf and a bit of tennis but his body is still beautifully
toned. His ass is rock hard and perfectly proportioned and
his chest and shoulders, while not weight lifter big, are muscular
and hard. Course, he’s not big, 145 pounds or so, maybe
that has something to do with it.
I reach forward, pry David off of my cock and pull him back
against my chest, my cock is lying between the cheeks of his
ass and he’s slowly masturbating me by moving his butt
up and down my body. I shove a pillow under my head to help
my balance and pull David up so that my cock is positioned
right up against his asshole. His sucking on it has left it
wet and slippery and I begin to slowly apply pressure while
holding him tightly in place. Just as my cock penetrates him
I put the middle finger of my left hand at his mouth. He begins
sucking on it and begins to make the David sound.
David’s legs are spread wide and straddling my body
as I fuck up into him. I’m moving in long slow strokes
and I can feel his body change as it accommodates itself to
my invading dick. His hands are spread out on either side of
me, also to stabilize him.
“Oh fuck!” David lifts his head and then drops
it back. “You’re aiming for my prostate?”
I pull his head back to me and kiss the side of his temple. “To
the extent that I fucking can! Whatever I’m hittin sure
feels good. You’ve got one sweet ass David!” I
reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. His response is
“Careful! Just hold it! Don’t pump it!”
My face is next to his. “You hot babe?” I shove
back up into him.
“Oh fuck that feels good!” His head is lying back
against my shoulder. “Yeah, I’ve been fucking horny
all day. God I need that fucking dick!”
David more or less sits up, and putting his hands back against
my chest begins to slam down onto my upward thrusts. I start
fucking him harder. I can feel his balls dragging over the
underside of my cock as I fuck him.
“Oh Mark, I’m fucking cumming!” I close
my eyes and start concentrating on David’s ass and in
moments I’m shooting too. I can feel the long spurts
of my orgasm going deep into David’s body as his asshole
spasms around my shooting cock.
Then he’s mine. The day has ended, the results of our
orgasms have been wiped up and he’s lying in my arms,
my face pressed to the back of his head and my arms around
“Oh the door!” David said and got out of bed and
opened our bedroom door. If Alex needed to be with us during
the night we didn’t want him to run into a locked door.
David got back into bed and pressed his back against my chest
again. A minute later he turned his head slightly toward me
and spoke almost in a whisper. “Mark, you don’t
regret having to………….well……..to
change our lives to accommodate Alex. Do you?”
I pulled David over onto his back and spoke with my mouth
right next to his face. “God no! No! Absolutely not David!” I
held the side of his face in my right hand. “It’s
a weird thing…….well kinda……….I
mean I know that Helmut and Karen were Alex’s mom and
dad and I would never try to take that away from him.” I
ran my hand down David’s body and then pulled him tighter
to me. “But………well like when I’ve
been away on a business trip for a week or two…….when
I come back I notice that Alex is beginning to sound like you.
I mean he’s picking up the same speech patterns and sometimes
I even notice him saying things that I say. Well, it’s
like he’s really becoming ours, almost like we made him,
you and I. I know we didn’t make him but we are kind
of remaking him. It’s like he’s becoming a bit
of both of us.” I laid my head next to David’s. “God
no. I wouldn’t change a thing. He’s ours.”