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Timothy - 16. Chapter 16
We had dinner that evening in Grandfather’s room. “Timothy, I have a position for you in my legal department. One of my lawyers will be retiring and creates a vacancy. And Stephen, I would like to be at your wedding, so be sure I’m invited.”
Stephen got up and left. “Stephen had told me he was gay when he was in high school. He was troubled about it and afraid of being bullied. So I signed him up for self-defense classes and told him to date girls for special events, but not the same girl. His mother prides herself on being envied. She had paraded her handsome son before her friends who had daughters, and now she is afraid of the backlash she will receive when the news comes out her son is gay. She is more concerned about her reputation than her family. In time she will come to accept it.”
Stephen returned and handed his grandfather a wedding invitation.
I looked at Stephen. I never saw it, nor had we discussed the date. He winked and then leaned over and kissed me.
“Isn’t this the same day as graduation?”
“Yes, I’m not giving this man a chance to getaway. The graduation services are in the morning, and I have made arrangements for us to be married at the campus cathedral after graduation festivities are over.”
I started to laugh. “Stephen, there is no way I’m going to run away. I want this as much as you.” That resulted in a kiss.
For the next hour, we talked about how we met, spoke about Randy and his mother, about my family, and what do they think about me getting married. “Have they met Stephen?”
“Yes, they have. I have told them about my pending marriage to Stephen. My youngest sister approved, and Randy insisted on being in the wedding party. I told him he could be my best man.”
With dinner over, Stephen and I took a walk. He showed me his favorite spots, including an ice cream parlor. Eating our ice cream cone, we walked to his high school, which was considerably larger than mine. It was a pleasant stroll, quiet like our souls were communicating.
Returning home, we were sitting on a bench in the garden when Stephen’s dad came and sat beside us. “Stephen, don’t worry about your mother. She will come around.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Stephen, that is the first time you called me ‘dad.’”
“You can thank Tim for that. When I visited his family, he called his father, Dad, and his mother, Mom. I felt they were close, not so formal. So from now on, you are Dad.”
“What about your mother?”
“I’ll try ‘mom’ after Tim, and I are married.” We laughed.
“Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”
I whispered to Stephen, try gramps. “No, we have room for you, Gramps.”
I saw tears in his grandfather’s eyes. I was afraid.
“Stephen, thank you. I called my grandfather’ gramps,’ and I was hoping that someday you would call me that.”
I looked up into the sky, and it seemed there was one star outshining the rest. Silently, ‘thanks, Donnie.’
I spent the week with Stephen and his family. I was hoping his mother would accept us, for Stephen’s sake.
Our break was over, and we had to get back to school. This would be our last semester.
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