Tex Mex Chapter 8
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Chapter Eight
Monday morning, I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to get ready to go to the custody hearing. Randy came in saying he was ready. I looked up and he's standing there wearing basketball shorts and a raggedy tee shirt that said "I'm your backdoor man" on it. After I sent him back to change with explicit instructions as to what he was to wear, I got dressed in my suit and tie and sat down to tie my dress shoes. I combed my hair back and brushed off the stray lint I could find and put my truck keys, house keys and wallet in my pockets. Randy came back in, this time in a pair of chinos and a polo shirt, barefoot.
"I put the dress shoes I bought you in your closet" I said, and he was gone again. This time when he came back, I undid his pants and tucked the polo in for him and closed them back up.
"Damn, I thought I was about to get some action!" he said, smiling.
I just ignored him and finished texting my lawyer. He texted back to meet him at the courthouse in 30 minutes. Damn, that was pushing it. I told Randy we got to go and we took off for the truck. I sped all the way there and by the time we got parked we were a couple of minutes late, but I saw Andrew pacing outside the door waiting on us. We ran up the stairs and got there just as they were calling us in for our case. When I saw who the judge was, I relaxed. The Honorable Judge Theodore Melton, or Teddy Bear, as we used to call him at the (incredibly gay) Hot Rods club. This would no doubt be smooth sailing. Randy noticed I wasn't stressing as much and asked what changed.
"See that man in the robe up there?" I asked.
"Yeah..." he said
"It ain't been a month since the head of his peter was about here" I whispered, pointing to just below my Adam's apple. At that, Randy visibly relaxed too.
Andrew still looked stressed, I tapped him on the shoulder and said "Don't worry, we got this."
"The case of Jackson Thomas Oliver, requesting full legal custody of his nephew Randall Edward Hall" the bailiff called out.
"Jackson Oliver. Is that you Jackie?" the judge asked.
"Yes, sir" I said.
"Well, you certainly look different from the last time I saw you" he said smiling, "you clean up well."
"Thank you, sir," I replied.
"Deena Oliver Hall, birth mother and James David Hall, Sr., birth father. I understand you are ready to relinquish your parental rights in regards to the minor child, Randall Edward Hall. Is that correct?" he said.
James, never one to know when to shut the hell up answered, "Yes, sir. The boy is a faggot and we can not abide faggotry in our home."
I could tell that statement had the same effect on Teddy as it did the rest of us. Even Deena hung her head in shame.
"Mrs. Hall, do you agree?" he asked.
"Judge, I love my son, but to keep from having him sent to the state system, I will agree to give my rights to my brother Jackson Oliver."
The judge shook his head and said "Mr. Randall, please come with me to my chambers to discuss this matter. The rest of you may be in recess for 10 minutes."
Randy got up and walked to meet the judge and the side of the podium and they disappeared into the judge's chambers.
Andrew was looking more confident after my dumbass brother-in-law's statement.
"I told you we got this" I said to him.
"How are you so sure?" he said.
"Well, let's just say, I know the judge intimately" I chuckled. That look of recognition swept across his face. We sat silently until the time was up, and Randy came back out smiling and sat with us again.
"Jackson Thomas Oliver, do you agree to the terms put forth by the court, and will you do your utmost to take care of this young man to the best of your abilities?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, I do" I said.
"Randall Hall, the minor in question, has informed me that he is in no way being coerced or forced into this, and that he would prefer to live with his uncle Jackson Oliver. The court grants all legal custody of said minor to Jackson Thomas Oliver. Case dismissed." Judge Melton looked at James and said "May God have mercy on you for the hatred in your heart, sir."
James walked up to us outside the courtroom and said "I'll send Deena over with the faggot's things later" and walked away. Deena trudged along behind him.
"When do you want to send in the adoption request" Andrew asked.
I shot him a look, "We haven't discussed that at all yet, it was supposed to be a secret between you and me until I discussed it with Randy and Luis".
"Oh, sorry" he said "Just call me if you decide."
Randy was looking at me, his eyes glassed over with tears, partially from the way his parents just treated him, but partially from what Andrew just blurted out. I started tearing up looking at him.
"You got to stop, when people cry it makes me cry" I wiped my eyes as we walked to the car.
"You would actually be willing to be my dad?" he rasped, emotion distorting his voice.
"Absolutely. Think about it and let me know what you want to do later. No rash decisions."
We climbed up in the truck and turned the air on high to battle the stifling Texas heat.
"How do you feel about something cold from Dairy Queen?" I asked, trying to change the mood. I got a smile and a thumbs up.
"Siri, call Luis" I said loudly.
"Hello, wildcat" he answered.
"You're on speaker in the truck" I warned.
"Hello, Randy" he said "how did it go?"
"I am a legal guardian now" I said.
"and soon to be a dad" Randy added.
"What?!?" Luis said.
"We'll talk about it when you get home" I said.
"Home?" he replied.
"If you want it to be" I said.
"I'll have to break my lease" he said.
"Money is no problem, Amado, I got you covered."
"It really isn't" he said, "we need to talk tonight."
"Okay. See you later."
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
Well, that was intriguing...guess I'll find out later.
Two Peanut Buster Parfaits later, me and Randy were home. We both started coming out of the uncomfortable dress clothes as soon as we hit the door. As he started down the hall to his bedroom, I watched his perfect little naked ass disappear. He came back out in mesh basketball shorts and a tank top shirt. When I say mesh shorts, when he stood between me and the window it was more than clear to see that he ditched the underwear. I was more conservatively dressed in my cargos and a Pink Floyd tee shirt.
"I've been thinking about what you said, and I think..." I stopped him.
"I want you to really think about it, so not today. Tell me tomorrow or Friday even, you don't have to hurry."
He shook his head in understanding, then asked if he could invite his friend Justin over for a sleepover.
"How old is Justin?" I asked.
"He's 15 like me...no wait his birthday was last week during all my drama, he's 16 now" he said.
"Close enough for me" I said, he hit send on his phone and walked off toward the living room. A minute later he came back and said Justin's mother wanted to talk to me.
"This is Jackie" I answered.
"This is Marcy Stevens, Justin's mother. Jackie, I just wanted to make sure its okay for Justin to come over."
"Oh yeah, for sure, its no problem" I said.
"Did Randy tell you, Justin's the one he got caught with? I don't want you surprised with a gay kid and be kicking him out waiting for me at the road."
"He didn't, but he will be welcome here, I'm not like James Hall. I'm gay myself, so I understand" I said.
"Ok, then we'll be over in a few minutes" she said.
"Just call when you get to the gate and I'll buzz you in" I told her.
More like 25 minutes later Randy's phone rang and he said "they're here" so I punched the code in the gate app and let them in. Justin jumped out of the Jeep Cherokee and walked toward the house in what looked like lycra or spandex bicycle shorts and a cut off tee shirt. He was about Randy's size, but had black hair and green eyes and something that looked like a polish sausage running up toward his left hip bone being held in place tightly by the lycra/spandex. Well, I was guessing what one of Randy's attractions to this kid was.
"His mom stepped out and shook my hand and said thanks for letting him come over, he's been about crazy since the episode at your sister's house."
"No problem and good to meet you" I said.
About that time Luis' work truck pulled up and he got out and came over.
"Marcy, this is my boyfriend, Luis. Luis, Marcy. She is Randy's friend Justin's mother" I explained.
"Oh, good to meet you" he said, shaking her hand.
"Well, guys, I have to get back" Marcy said "tell Justin to call me tomorrow when he's ready to come home."
"I will, have a good evening" I said and she backed up and turned around to leave.
Luis wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, then went inside.
From across the house I could hear a stereo blasting the Imagine Dragons song Believer. I walked down the hall and yelled "turn it down a couple of notches" and as the music lowered, I could hear giggling. I was so tempted to open the door, but after I just had the talk about boundaries, I thought that would be really hypocritical, so I went back to Luis.
By the time I got back to the kitchen, the music was back to the previous volume.
Luis laughed and said, "Let's take the mule out to the swimming hole, it's quieter there."
I left a note on the fridge and we took off. We got off the mule and sat on the hanging bed, I hit the remote and turned the ceiling fans on.
"I got something to come clean about" Luis said.
"Yeah, me too" I said "but you first."
"Well, amante, you know how I work for the propane place?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I don't actually work for them" he paused "I own it, as well as a chain of 35 other propane businesses. I'm not a billionaire or anything but I am very well off. I usually don't tell people that because you get the golddigger problem. But as soon as I knew you loved me the way I love you, I knew I had to tell you."
I busted out laughing.
"What?" he said.
"Well, see, a couple of years back, I bought a lottery ticket. Me and several others won, but lets just say my take home was millions. My accountant keeps reinvesting it and growing it. I'm not even sure how much there is right now. But I don't tell anybody for the same reason as you."
"So, that's why you don't work, I didn't think you looked disabled" he said, "why don't you have a big fancy house?"
"I could ask you the same, why are you leasing an apartment?"
"Well, about that, I technically lease it, but I also own the building, so..."
We both laughed again.
"No more secrets between us" he said.
"Pinky swear" I said.
Lambodara 9/4/20
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