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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 34
Rob was an absolute wreck by the time we arrived at his house. He just sat looking nervously at me after I turned the engine off.
"Nervous?" I asked, feeling kind of stupid for asking the obvious.
Rob didn't seem to notice or he didn't care how stupid my question was, he just looked at me and silently nodded.
As I smiled at him and was about to reply, he suddenly said, "I don't know if I can do this Greg!"
I noticed then that the poor boy was actually trembling slightly.
"Well," I said. "You don't HAVE to do anything! You don't have to do it at all if you don't want to! Or, if you do want to, but just not right now, you can wait!"
"But .... if I don't do it, or if I wait, I might lose my chance to find out if she's my birth mother!" Rob said.
"Well, maybe, or, maybe not," I said. "I expect if she's interested in finding her son, she wouldn't disappear if you asked her to wait a while."
"I want to know!" Rob said. "It's just that I'm so afraid I'll piss my parents off. Maybe for good this time! I don't know what to do!"
"Well, you're the only one who can decide what to do about this," I said, as he looked at me plaintively. "But, if I were the adoptive parent of a child who wanted to find his birth parents, I wouldn't stand in his way, and it wouldn't piss me off. I do think that it might make me wonder if I wasn't 'enough' for him! I might hurt a little, wondering if he didn't love me as much as I thought he did. But, Rob, you can let your parents know that they ARE enough for you, and that you DO love them. You just tell them that before you tell them. And let them know that, that they'll always be your mom and dad, even if you do find your birth parents! Tell them you're just curious about your biological family."
"So you think I should do it then?" Rob asked, fidgeting nervously.
"I can't tell you what to do Rob. You have to decide that on your own," I said.
"Well, what if you were me? What would you do then?" he asked, looking at me, hoping I'd give him some clue of what to do.
Smiling I said, "If I were in your situation, I'd be very curious about who my birth parents were, and why they gave me up. I'd take the chance. I would have to know!"
"Really?" Rob asked, looking a little surprised.
"Yup," I said. " But that's my personality Rob. Don't make a decision based on how I would do things.
Rob looked a little more nervous suddenly.
"What if they hate me?" he asked.
"Who? And nobody's going to hate you!" I said.
"My birth parents. And, you don't know that for sure!" Rob said, looking stressed.
I looked at Rob for a moment, then said, "No Rob, I don't. And I can't make you any promises about how your parents will react either. But I can tell you this - no matter what happens - you'll never be alone in the world! I'll always be here for you! I've grown to love you Rob, and I think of you as if you were my own son - just like I do Simon and Ethan. So, you'll never be alone. You'll have me, and Simon, and Ethan, and Tom too! And, you'll always have a place in our home if you ever need one! So, if you decide to go for it, you're NOT giving up the security of being loved, or having a home. You'll always be loved by us, in particular by me, and you'll always have a home with us! I really don't think your parents will be overly upset about this though - as long as you explain to them that they're always going to be your parents, and that you'll always love them as such!"
I noticed that Rob's eyes were glistening a little more than usual as he looked at me.
"Thanks Greg!" he said, sounding a little choked up. "I love you - I wish you were my father. It's always so easy talking with you. And you never get mad about anything!"
Grinning, I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Rob and hugged him. He hugged me back.
When we parted, Rob was smiling. He still seemed nervous, but not as much as before.
"I'm gonna do it!" he said, his eyes glistening, and his face flushed with excitement.
"OK," I said, smiling.
We got out of the car and started walking toward the house.
Back at my apartment, the poker game Simon, Ethan, and Tom were having came to an end when Tom had to leave to go back to the school for a board meeting.
Afterward, Simon and Ethan sat in the living room, trying to decide what to do. They looked on TV to see if there was anything on that interested them, but found nothing. As he flipped through the TV channels, Simon saw out of the corner of his eye that Ethan was looking at him.
Simon looked at Ethan and said, "What? Why're you looking at me like that?"
"You don't know?" Ethan said, sounding mildly surprised. He grinned and spread his legs apart a little more.
Moving his eyes downward, Simon noticed the bulge that had formed in Ethan's crotch.
"Oh!" he said, suddenly feeling his own dick starting to expand.
"I'm tired!" Ethan said, grinning and feigning a yawn. "Aren't you too?"
"Yeah!" Simon said, grinning and faking his own yawn. "Maybe we should go to bed early!"
"Good idea!" Ethan said.
Just then, Buddy scampered over and yipped at Simon's feet.
"Shit!" Simon said, sounding annoyed. "I better take him out first I guess."
"I'll come too," Ethan said. "And be happy he's finally trained, and you don't have to clean up his messes!"
"Yeah, I know," Simon said. "And this'll be his last time out till morning now too!"
Together, they put on their jackets. Then, while Simon clipped Buddy's leash onto his collar, Ethan got the pooper-scooper out of the closet. The three set off then for the parking lot.
A few minutes later, the boys, and a happily bouncing Buddy returned to the apartment.
"I can't believe how much crap that mutt produces!" Ethan said, laughing.
"I know - it's amazing," Simon said, as he removed Buddy's leash.
"Still feel like going to bed?" Ethan asked.
As Simon stood back up, his face moved directly past Ethan's pelvis. It was still bulging, which caused Simon to smile.
"Oh yeah!" Simon said, grinning.
Ethan reached over and gave Simon's crotch a gentle squeeze.
"Mmmmm" Simon moaned, as he smiled and reached down to reciprocate.
"That feels Nice!" Ethan said softly, as Simon massaged his genitals.
Still holding Simon's crotch in his hand and gently kneading it, Ethan pulled Simon to him, and began kissing him. Instantly he felt Simon's penis stiffen to its full hardness, as it flexed in response to Simon's arousal over his kiss. The two kissed for a moment, and continued fondling each other, until finally Ethan broke their embrace.
"C'mon," he gasped, somewhat hoarsely. "Let's go to your room before I jizz my boxers!"
"Good idea," Simon said, flushed with excitement.
Quickly, Ethan led the way down the hallway to Simon's room.
Rob's parents were sitting in the livingroom when we walked into the house. Howard Watkins was watching TV. Linda was reading a book. The smiles they gave Rob as he walked into the house faded, and they suddenly looked nervous, when they saw I'd followed him in.
"Oh my," Mrs. Watkins said. "Is everything alright?"
"E-everything's fine," Rob said, smiling nervously.
Neither seemed convinced that this was the truth and looked questioningly at me.
"Like Rob said, everything's fine," I said, smiling.
Mr. and Mrs. Watkins both smiled and seemed to relax a little then, although neither looked completely convinced that there wasn't a problem.
"Well, won't you please come in and sit down Mr. Winslow?" Linda asked. "Can we get you a drink, or something to eat?"
I stepped over and shook Mr. Watkins proffered hand, and told them I was fine.
"Well, please have a seat then," Linda said. "So, to what do we owe the pleasure?"
Linda and Herb both looked at me questioningly.
Smiling, I said, "Rob has something he wants to tell you, but he felt he needed a little moral support, so I told him I'd come in while he talked to you."
They looked worried again, and both focused their undivided attention on their son. Suddenly, Rob was a wreck again. His face was flushed, and I could see a slight sheen of sweat had broken out on his face. His eyes were large, and rather frightened looking. He stared at the coffee table a moment, trying not to look at either of his parents. After a minute, he looked up at me.
I smiled and said, "Go ahead. It'll be OK."
"What's this all about Rob?" Mr. Watkins asked, starting to look mildly annoyed, as well as still worried. "Does it have to do with you and - and sex?"
Howard Watkins was homophobic. He was aware of his adopted son's preferences, but preferred not to think about them, much less discuss them. He still was haunted by his recent discovery of Rob's homosexuality, and how his reaction to it had almost destroyed their family. With time and some counseling, he'd been able to look past the issue of sex, and see the boy he'd loved and raised. He still wasn't able to discuss sex, especially Rob's views about sex, as yet though. Now, he fervently hoped that whatever the problem was that Rob was about to tell them about, that it wasn't sexual in nature.
"NO!" Rob said.
"Oh," Howie said, obviously relieved. "Well... spit it out then!"
Rob looked at me again. I smiled and winked at him. Rob swallowed, then looking at the coffee table, he thought a moment, then began speaking.
"B-before I tell you what's going on, there's something I need to say," he said. "You both need to understand that what I'm about to tell you has nothing to do with my relationship with either of you. As far as I'm concerned, you're my parents, and you'll always be my parents, and - and I love you!"
Rob glanced furtively at first his mother, then his father, then back to his mother.
Linda Watkins smiled and reached over and cupped Rob's chin in her hand.
"Oh honey," she said, stroking Rob's face. "We know that. And we love you too, and we always will! Right Dad?"
Linda glanced quickly at her husband and gave him a pointed look.
"uh - yeah. What your mother said is true Rob," Howie said, looking a little embarrassed that he had to admit his intimate feelings for his son in front of me.
Rob looked at me again. I smiled and nodded.
"Well, I hope what I tell you know doesn't change your minds," Rob said.
"That could NEVER happen!" Linda cried.
Rob looked at her and smiled slightly in spite of himself.
"OK - just remember you said that!" he said.
As both his parents looked expectantly at him, Rob began his story.
"Remember when I went to live with Greg for a while?" Rob asked.
He didn't wait for either of them to answer, but snorted and gave a half-smile and went on.
"Of course you do, we all do. Well... While I was staying with Greg, I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me. I didn't know where I was going to end up living. So... I tried to figure out what to do. I came up with an idea. It was something I always kind of thought about doing anyway, but I'd never had had a real reason to do it. I also never had the courage to either. When I was at Greg's though, I did have a reason, and the courage, so I did it," Rob said.
Rob stopped for a moment to gather the courage to tell them what he'd done.
"What did you do Rob?" Linda asked, a mixture of confusion and concern on her face.
"I started looking for my birth parents," Rob said, dropping his eyes to the floor.
Suddenly, the room went completely silent. All that could be heard was the slight clicking of the battery operated wall clock.
As soon as Simon and Ethan got to Simon's room, they both quickly began stripping, discarding their clothing on the floor. Buddy watched curiously out the open door of his crate for a moment, then went back to chewing on his rawhide bone.
In no time, both boys were completely naked. Ethan grabbed Simon's hand and pulled him toward the bed. He collapsed backward onto the bed, dragging Simon down on top of him. Instantly the two began kissing again.
Simon loved the feeling of Ethan's hot, naked body against his. He could feel Ethan's throbbing penis pressing against his lower abdomen. It flexed every so often, in response to Ethan's sparks of arousal. Whenever Ethan's penis flexed, Simon immediately became inflamed, and his penis involuntarily flexed as well. It didn't take long before Simon began raising and lowering his hips, so that his tool was grinding against his boyfriend's belly.
As they continued kissing, and Simon ground his dick into Ethan's belly, Ethan's cock, which was lying next to Simon's was being massaged as well. Both boys thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. Ethan began pressing his hips up and down off the bed a little too, adding to their pleasure.
After a few minutes, Ethan couldn't take it any longer. He broke their kiss, and stopped thrusting his hips up and down. Simon stopped moving too and looked down at him questioningly.
"Crawl up here and let me eat that big dick of your's!" Ethan said, breathing heavily.
Smiling, Simon sat up, and still straddling Ethan, he walked on his knees, until he was straddling Ethan's shoulders, and his hardon was just inches from Ethan's mouth.
Ethan grinned lewdly, as he enjoyed the close-up view of Simon's member. Then, suddenly, he leaned forward and engulfed the full length of Simon's rod in his hot wet mouth.
"OH GOD!" Simon gasped, as suddenly pitched forward a little from the feeling of Ethan's mouth sliding over his burgeoning cock, completely enveloping it.
Surreptitiously, Rob looked up at his father. Neither said anything. They just stared at each other for a moment, then Rob dropped his eyes to the floor again. He couldn't look at his mother.
"You tried to find your birth parents?" Mrs. Watkins said finally, her voice sounding a little tremulous and forlorn.
Rob looked up at her. I could see his eyes were glistening, and he seemed to be blinking a bit more than normal.
"Yes!" he burst out after a minute, suddenly sounding a little angry. "I didn't think you wanted me anymore! I thought I was going to end up in an orphange or something! I didn't know what else to do!"
The two stared at each other a moment. A moment later, a tear escaped from Mrs. Watkins' eye and trickled down her cheek. I noticed Rob's lower jaw began to tremble slightly when he saw this.
"Oh sweetie!" Mrs. Watkins said, sniffing. "I'm so sorry! You NEVER should have had to feel that way!"
She jumped up and moved over to the loveseat Rob was sitting on and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm so sorry baby!" she said, squeezing him in a hug.
I looked at Mr. Watkins, and he looked somewhat taken aback, and rather embarrassed. I thought that was appropriate, given what had happened between them.
"A-are you mad at me for looking for my birth parents?" Rob asked, looking at his mother.
"Oh, No Honey!" Mrs. Watkins said, running her hand through the spikey platinum blond hair on the top of Rob's head. "We always figured that someday you might be curious about them. I just wish you'd come to us about it. Of course given the circumstances then, I know that wasn't possible. But Robbie, please! Don't ever feel you won't have a home with us! You never HAVE to look for them, unless you want to, out of curiosity. Isn't that right Howie?"
Mrs. Watkins turned and gave her husband a look that told him to get up and give his son a hug and some encouragement. Mr. Watkins immediately moved from the couch to sit on the other side of Rob, and to his credit, he did drape an arm around Rob's shoulder and gave him a hug.
"Your mother's right son," Mr. Watkins said, in a rather oddly raspy voice. "You don't have to worry about losing your home. And you don't have to try and find your birth parents."
As the three sat sharing their group hug, I could see that Mr. and Mrs. Watkins were relieved. Rob was too, although not entirely yet.
After a moment, Rob said, "um... there's more."
Slowly, Mr. and Mrs. Watkins released their son and sat up and looked at him. Rob looked guiltily back and forth between the two of them.
"I may have found my birth mother," he said.
For the second time, the room went completely silent, except for the clicking of the secondhand on the wall clock.
"Mmmmmmmm...." Simon moaned, as Ethan sucked back and forth on his dick. He loved the feeling of Ethan's hot wet mouth around his penis. He knew it wouldn't take too long before he reached his climax.
Almost unnoticeably, Simon's hips began to move up and down a little.
Ethan reached up then and cupped each of Simon's ass cheeks in his hands and began kneading them gently. Simon began moaning a little more, and moving his hips a bit more.
After a few seconds, Ethan let the fingers of his right hand slip between Simon's buttocks.
"OHHHHhhh!" Simon gasped, as Ethan's fingertips gently brushed over his puckered asshole.
Ethan slowly began massaging Simon's hole then, causing Simon to begin quietly moaning.
As soon as Ethan touched his hole, Simon felt his orgasm begin building. His body began to tremble with excitement. To steady himself, he grabbed the top of his headboard, and held on tightly as Ethan's finger began trying to penetrate his anal ring.
Ethan rubbed Simon's hole gently at first, as he continued sucking on his dick, but soon, he began exerting a little more pressure on Simon's anus. He could still feel some resistance, but knew that if he waited, and kept up his massaging, that Simon would eventually relax, and his finger would slide right up inside him.
Thoroughly enjoying the feeling of both Ethan's mouth, and finger, Simon was in a quandry of what to do. Should he push his hips forward, shoving himsef into Ethan's mouth as far as possible, or should he pull his butt up, to give Ethan even easier access to his hole. Either way, Simon knew he'd enjoy the result. But which pleasure did he most want to feel?
Simon didn't have to think about it very long. Ethan continued rubbing his hole harder and harder, and at the same time, he leaned forward a little more, taking as much of Simon's dick down his throat as he could handle. Simon was in heaven!
Suddenly Ethan stopped sucking on him. He opened his mouth slightly, letting some saliva dribble from it, which he wiped up with his middle finger. He pressed his wet digit against Simon's hole then, and resumed sucking him off. Simon smiled as he realized Ethan was trying to shove his finger inside him. Simon relaxed his hole as best he could. That, combined with Ethan's finger being wet, was just what was needed. Ethan pointed his finger directly at Simon's anus, and pressed gently. As Simon relaxed his sphincter, Ethan's wet finger slowly slid up inside the boy.
"AWWwww!!!" Simon groaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, as Ethan pushed his finger all the way up inside him.
"Just how much did you start looking for her?" It was Mr. Watkins who broke the silence this time.
Rob looked up at him. Gulping slightly, he said, "I just posted some messages on some bulletin boards. I left my e-mail address. And-and this woman answered. Her name is Sandy."
"What did she say honey?" Mrs. Watkins asked now, her voice quivering slightly. She looked a little upset.
"That she had a baby boy she put up for adoption on the same day, in the same town I was born in. Only she said he was born in a different hospital than I was born in," Rob said.
"Well! She can't be your mother then, if she had her baby in a different hospital," Mr. Watkins said, looking obviously relieved.
"What hospital did she say her baby was born in?" Mrs. Watkins asked, still looking upset.
"St. Gregory's," Rob said.
Mrs. Watkin's eyes grew larger and glassier.
"What's wrong Linda?" Mr. Watkins asked, noticing the look on his wife's face.
"That's the name of the hospital Rob was born in too," she said, blinking and giving her husband a strained look.
"No! He was born in St. Margaret's Infirmary," Mr. Watkins said.
"Yeah!" Rob said, looking at his mother, confused.
"St. Margaret's Infirmary is part of St. Gregory's Hospital! It's just a special name they gave to their maternity unit!" Mrs. Watkins said, as she looked nervously at her husband.
"Oh my God!" Rob said, looking shocked. "Sandy is my mother then!"
Silence descended on the Watkins' livingroom again.
Simon was in a near frenzy now. As he straddled Ethan's head, clutching the headboard of his bed, he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. Beneath him, Ethan was pistoning up and down Simon's fully engorged penis, which was now leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. At the same time, he was ramming his spit-moistened middle and index fingers in and out of Simon's rectum as deeply as he could.
"OH - GOD - ETHAN!" Simon cried out in euphoric gasps, as he felt his climax approaching.
Suddenly, Simon's body jerked taut and he cried out sharply, as he exploded in a crescendo of ecstasy. His asshole violently clamped shut around Ethan's finger, and a load of cum exploded out his urethra, practically drowning Ethan, as it flooded his mouth.
"AAWWWWWWwwwww!!!" Simon cried.
"MMMMmmmmm!!!!" He groaned a second later, as he fired a second shot of semen into Ethan's mouth.
Ethan kept swallowed quickly again, and continued pistoning up and down Simon's organ, and finger-fucking his hole.
"OHhh Fuck!" Simon gasped, as he spasmed again.
Ethan kept on sliding his mouth up and down Simon's dick, and kept on plunging his fingers in and out of the boy's rectum, until his orgasm had come to a full and natural end. Only then did Ethan finally slow down. He continued sucking on Simon's softening dick for a minute, as he pulled his fingers from his hole.
Simon gave a final shudder, and oozed a final drop of cum into Ethan's mouth a minute later. Ethan swallowed it and licked Simon clean and dry, and finally pulled off him.
"Oh my God!" Simon gasped as he toppled off Ethan finally, and rolled onto his back onto the bed next to him. "I never had such a good orgasm in my life!"
Ethan lay grinning at him.
"That was Awesome!" Simon exclaimed, as he rubbed his wrists, which were a little sore from having gripped the headboard so hard.
"Glad you liked it!" Ethan said, smiling, as he absently reached down and masturbated his still fully hard cock.
Simon grinned. Still panting, he said, "Gimme a minute and I'll take care of that for you!"
Ethan grinned back and said, "No hurry! Rest if you need to!"
They lay silently looking at each other then, Ethan watching Simon recover from his exertion, and Simon watching Ethan's face, which was masked with mounting arousal as Ethan continued fondling himself.
"OK, Roll over and get your crotch up by my face, like I just did to you, and I'll do you!" Simon said.
Grinning Ethan rolled over and crawled on top of Simon, moving upward, until he was straddling the boy's head, just as Simon had been doing to him earlier.
Smiling up at Ethan, Simon leaned forward toward Ethan's hard dick, which was dangling, twitching slightly with each beat of Ethan's heart, right in front of his face. There was a drop of precum that was slowly forming on the tip of Ethan's penis, on his piss slit. Simon licked that off first. He savored the flavor for a moment, then plunged his mouth down over Ethan's organ.
"Oh!!!" Ethan gasped.
"Mmmmm!" he moaned a moment later, when he felt Simon's finger begin massaging his anus.
Mr. and Mrs. Watkins both stared nervously at Rob, as a smile crossed his face, when he realized that the woman who'd answered his post, might actually be his birth mother.
"I suppose she might be your mother," Mrs. Watkins, said finally, sounding deflated.
Rob looked up at his mother and realized she was obviously upset.
"Birth mother Mom! She's only my birth mother," he said, hugging her. "Remember that no matter what happens, you're my real parents!"
Both Mr. and Mrs. Watkins smiled then. With tears welling in her eyes, Mrs. Watkins hugged her son back and said "Thankyou for that Robbie!"
Rob smiled and said, "Don't sweat it. I am curious about my birth family, but like I told you before - you're my real parents."
"Well, what are you going to do about this then?" Mr. Watkins asked, as he smiled and gave his son's shoulder a squeeze.
"Well, Sandy gave me her phone number, so if it's OK with you guys, I want to call her and see what's next," Rob said.
"I- I think..." Mrs. Watkins began, but trailed off.
We all looked at her, and she smiled nervously and said, "I think that if she put you up for adoption through the same agency we got you from, that if we both approach the agency and ask if she's your birth mother, that they'll confirm whether or not she is."
"Really?" Rob asked, surprised.
"I seem to remember them telling us that when we got you," Linda said.
"Alright! Now we're getting somewhere!" Rob said. "What agency did you get me from?"
"Catholic Charities," his mother said.
"That's who Sandy gave her baby to!" Rob said, looking both elated, yet even more nervous all at once.
"Well, I expect they'll be able to tell us if you're her birth son then," said Mrs. Watkins, trying to appear supportive.
"I'm going to call Sandy right now!" Rob said, and he walked over to his back pack and riffled through it a moment, before producing a piece of paper.
Mrs. Watkins looked sadly at me, and I smiled and said softly, "it'll be fine."
"I know," she said, resignedly, as Rob walked over to the phone.
We all watched as Rob dialed a phone number, then waited a moment, as the call went through.
As Rob was calling his potential birth mother, Ethan was straddling Simon's head, his torso sprawled on top of the cubbied headboard of the bed.
"Fuccckkkk!!!!" he exclaimed, as his hands squeezed the back edge of the headboard, as Simon's index and middle fingers slammed deeply up inside his rectum, and Simon's mouth sucked down over the complete length of his rod. "I'm gonna cum Si!" he groaned a moment later, as Simon continued sucking on his cock, and finger fucking him.
Smiling as he sucked his boyfriend's dick, he increased his speed, and began shoving his fingers in and out of Ethan a little faster, jamming them into him as deeply as possible. As he did so, his fingertips suddenly came into contact with Ethan's prostate gland, causing waves of passion to flow through the boy's body.
"AWwwww!" Ethan groaned, in response to Simon's increased efforts. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly now.
"Mmmmm!" Ethan moaned as the feeling of ecstasy built.
Seconds later with Simon pistoning up and down his rod, and slamming his fingers in and out of him, Ethan suddenly gasped as as his cock exploded, flooding Simon's mouth with his hot jism.
"AWWww!!!" Ethan groaned, as his cum flowed forcefully through his penis, squirting into the back of Simon's mouth, coating his tonsils.
Simon quickly swallowed, just in time for Ethan to fill his mouth again. Again he swallowed. Again Ethan flooded his mouth. Simon swallowed a few more times, each time Ethan spasmed, joyously ejaculating copious amounts of semen, until eventually, his orgasm ended, and his body relaxed.
Ethan, pulled his dick from Simon's mouth, and Simon slid his fingers out of Ethan's rectum, and Ethan moved backward and laid down next to Simon.
"Damn! That was fine!" he said smiling at Simon.
"Glad you liked it!" Simon said smiling.
Ethan rolled toward Simon and kissed him tenderly. Simon opened his mouth in response, and the two turned more fully toward each other, wrapping their arms around each other, and continued their kiss. Neither broke away from the other, and their intimate moment lasted for some time.
"May I speak with Sandy please?" Rob said into the phone.
All of a sudden Rob got a funny look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Watkins whispered.
"It was kid. A girl I think. She just yelled 'MOM'!" he said, looking surprised.
I smiled and said, "Well, did she tell you anything about herself? Maybe she has other kids."
"NO! We never talked about it!" Rob said.
Sandy must've come on the line, because Rob started talking into the phone again.
"Sandy?" he asked.
"Hi, it's Rob. You know... the -" he said.
"Right!" he said smiling.
"Well, I talked with my parents and guess what? St. Margaret's Infirmary, where I was born, is just the name of the Maternity Ward at St. Gregory's hospital, where you had your baby!" he said.
"YES!" Rob cried. "And it gets better. Mom says that I was adopted through Catholic Charities too!"
"I don't know," Rob said. Then he looked toward his parents and said "Do you know my 'case number'?"
Mrs. Watkins and I were both very surprised when Mr. Watkins said "H850332."
"How did you remember that?" Linda Watkins asked her husband, as Rob repeated the number into the phone.
"WHAT???? REALLY????" Rob cried, suddenly. He looked both shocked and elated all at once.
There was silence for a moment, then, as his eyes watered, Rob turned to us and croaked, "That's the same number she has! Sandy's my mother!"
Mr. and Mrs. Watkins both went white, and looked very upset.
"Y-yes! I'm still here," Rob said into the phone a minute later.
"Y-you d-didn't?" he asked in a raspy voice, as a couple tears broke from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Quickly he rubbed them away with the back of his hand.
"I do too!" he said, endeavoring to get control of his emotions. "Just a minute."
Rob covered the mouthpiece of the phone and looked at his parents.
"She wants to come meet me tomorrow!" he hissed.
Fighting back tears, Mrs. Watkins said, "That's nice dear!"
"Can I meet her?" Rob asked, looking almost desperately at his parents.
Mrs. Watkins looked at her husband. He didn't respond, but just looked at her with a mixture of hurt and fear on his face.
"That's completely up to you Robbie," she said, turning back to her son.
"OK, it's OK with them," Rob said into the phone.
"Umm... there's an Applebees nearby, how about that?" he said.
"It's in the Pyramid Shopping plaza on Rt. 33," Rob said.
"OK, we'll see you then! Bye." Rob said, and hung up.
"Supper, tomorrow evening - 6:00 Applebees. You can both make it right? You too Greg!" Rob said.
"Me?" I asked.
"You HAVE to come! I need you there too!" Rob said.
The Watkins and I looked at each other.
Mrs. Watkins looked at Rob and said, "Of course we'll go with you honey."
"You too Greg? Please!" Rob said.
"Well... if you really want me to," I said. "I can always just come along for the initial meeting, and leave too if you want!"
"Please join us," Mr. Watkins said, looking hopefully me.
I got the impression he and his wife hoped I'd be moral support for them, as much as Rob did.
Smiling, I said, "OK. If you all want me to, I'll come then."
"YES!" Rob exclaimed, grinning.
"OH! And she wants us all to come to her house on Saturday, to meet her family. She lives between here and Rochester," Rob said.
The Watkins both had strained, unhappy expressions on their faces. I gave Rob a pointed look, and motioned to his parents. Realizing they were both still upset, he jumped up and went to the couch and sat down between them again.
"I told you before - YOU are my parents. That's not going to change," he said. "I do want to meet my blood relatives, but I - I can't do it without you being there with me!"
Rob hugged them both then.
Linda and her husband both looked a little happier and smiled weakly at Rob.
"So where exactly does she live?" Mr. Watkins asked.
When Rob told him, he said that was about and hour and a half away.
Rob looked at him desperately.
"Of course we'll go with you though, if that's what you want," Mr. Watkins said.
Grinning, Rob hugged his father again.
Mr. Watkins looked at me and said, "Will you join us Saturday Greg?"
"Me?" I asked, surprised.
"YEAH!" Rob exclaimed.
"Please!" Mrs. Watkins said. "I think we could all use your support!"
"Well... if you really want me to come, OK, but let's see how tomorrow goes first," I said.
All three of them looked a little relieved. Rob grinned at me, and his father smiled slightly and nodded, as Mrs. Watkins thanked me.
We made plans to meet at the restaurant at 5:45 the next evening, then, as it was getting late, I left...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.