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“So does this strap go over here or over here?” Peter asked, waving the small plastic handle in the air at Marty, who was on the side of the car strapping in his niece. “Like this,” he replied, unbuckling the metal clip and then reconnecting it and the multiple straps across her Minnie Mouse shirt. “Does that make sense?” “Oh, yeah, I get it now,” Peter replied. “I’ll have Bik check me out here, but I think it’s right. Just as the words came out of his mouth, he glanced over and

Hey pvtguy, there are more chapters in this story. And, upcoming, a prequal about Peter's parents. I hope that qualifies as another volume 😁

After helping Brad at the grill, Marty was able to sit down again and join Peter and his Aunt Hana at one of the picnic tables. Every time he saw her, she still captivated him. Besides being Peter’s aunt in the constellation of the family, she was also the egg donor for his conception. It fascinated Marty how he could see Hana’s features in his face. The mouth, maybe the forehead and cheeks. It was kind of hard for him to say exactly what, but the parts were there. He even seemed to have

Hey Weiner dog, FF, thanks for the comments...Peter's trigger is usually with Marty, where he can actually get weak and break down but know he will be OK. Regarding Marty's family, he doesn't have much of one but there might be some coming up 😔

“When do you think that everyone will get here?” Marty asked. Together with Peter and his dads, they had all spent the entire day getting ready for a combination going-away-party for the guys and a celebration of the new - and future - kids in the family. Even though they were all wearing the lightest and thinnest summer clothes, it was so hot and humid that everyone’s shirts were stained with sweat on all sides, especially Peter’s. He had spent most of the morning either working on the e

Hi Wienerdog, I'm not sure of the question about the 'other kids?' Not sure who that is, but I even forget my own plots sometimes!

"Hey you all, could we talk in the kitchen?" Mike yelled to the guys who were upstairs in their bedroom. It was Saturday morning a week after their return from New York. Angie was at Todd's softball game, so it was just Mike and them at home. Marty, like Peter, was immediately on his guard. "What's happening?" he quickly responded. Mike then heard the thunder of two pairs of college feet bounding down the stairs. "Did something happen to Laura?" Peter asked as they both yanked the sto

Within a half-hour, there were already more than a dozen messages from friends and family congratulating Bik and Laura. "Wow, there are messages all over the place!" Marty replied as he also mentioned the tweets and emails going back and forth. "Twins! He was holding out on us!" Peter said while he hit the auto speed dial again for his Pop. It was his fifth or sixth time - he couldn't remember - but the line was always busy. He was about to put the phone down when he finally heard a

Peter was in a flannel shirt and jeans, complimented by leather cowboy boots and a brown belt, far out of character for him. Marty thought it was kind of a nice look, sort of a classic mountain boy but with a hearing aid. Still, the haircut was special. It wasn’t anything wild. In fact, it was somewhat conservative with a bit of gel at the front to create kind of a ridge to accent his forehead. But it was so careful and scrupulously done that he couldn’t help but be impressed. He knew righ

While Marty was spending the first weeks of the summer out in the garage woodshop, Peter was preparing, in his own way, for the coming modeling gig. Trying to give the photography director the option to style his hair into as many looks as possible, his agent asked him to give up haircuts for at least 8 weeks. For a guy who never let his hair go for more than a month or so without getting it sheared, it was now becoming something of a minor nuisance. “Not a bad job,” Marty remarked. “You

Thanks for the comments, everyone! This is one of my favorite chapters.

His eyes were heavy and barely able to open, Marty looked over at the clock on the table. It was 2:13 a.m. As he got his nocturnal bearing, he realized that Peter had once again pushed himself up against him. Even though Peter seemed to have overcome his old insomnia, this behavior was something that he had been doing on and off since they were sleeping together. And he was only aware of the times it had awakened him. How many other times he was tossing and turning like this, Marty had

“Hey! How ya doin’ guys?!” Peter cried out as the dogs barked, jumped, and generally went crazy as he pushed open the heavy, fortress-like front door. “Whoa! Take ‘em outside, Peter! They’re going to start peeing all over the place again!” his dad called out as he ran down the stairs and into the foyer. “OK, OK,” he replied as he backed-up onto the tile covered outside porch, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as the dogs followed him out and continued to climb all over him. “

Hi Paqman, pretty good, but I was picturing Christoph a bit younger, around 30 or so, a real go-getter who advanced quickly in his career.

His eyes opened slowly as they got used to the early morning sunshine of late May. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as the light streamed in through the thin window curtains of the attic bedroom that they now shared. And just the movement of the bed told him that Marty was already up. After a semester of living together, it was the most subtle things that he began to notice. When he was alone in bed, his own motions would jostle the mattress in a certain way, but when Marty was there the in