Watching Brad

[gsdx]

I'd be interested in finding out what was said between him and George!

I just added a 'hint' in the next chapter which should explain it if you catch it.

 

[Just4fun2]

I just added a 'hint' in the next chapter which should explain it if you catch it.

Great story Neil!

I will read the next chapter, word by word. It will be hard to do with all the tears in my eyes.

Wednesday's a life time away.

Chris

 

[gsdx]

I will read the next chapter, word by word. It will be hard to do with all the tears in my eyes.

Don't worry. If no-one catches it, I'll post it, but you should be able to figure it out on your own.

(If it's any consolation, Ted doesn't even know, and is never told.)

 

[harry113]

I agree that the Judge appears to have some personal problems .... an insight into this would be interesting. There is surely a dofference between a parent bathing a child to get him/her clean, and 'inappropriate' touching !!
Neil, you are certainly raising an issue here .... can the Judge remain impartial if he has issues with his own life?? I very much hope he can .... the future happiness of these two little boys depends on it.
Neil you have raised the temperature of this tale & brought real drama & emotion into it
Thank you
Peace & Love to all
Harry

 

[chris0626]

I was all set and ready to read this upon my return home today... ready for the adoption to go through, ready for them to be a real family... now it's at least Wednesday?!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

(Fantastic story and excellent writing!)

 

[gmoney]

I was all set and ready to read this upon my return home today... ready for the adoption to go through, ready for them to be a real family... now it's at least Wednesday?!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

(Fantastic story and excellent writing!)

Same here! Neil, you are the devil! (Just kidding!) I wasn't expecting to have to wait another 2 days for this to be resolved. If it even is then. Your writing talent has all of us on pins and needles, not to mention what your doing to my stomach! You continue to raise the bar on the level of suspense and drama in a phenominal way! I just pray for a happy resolution to this period in their lives. Now, I will be good and wait for Wednesday for your next installment.

Gary

 

[sshaffer15]

Talk about stretching out the agony.... Excellent work. Can't wait for the next chapter.

 

[Blktiger58]

Thank you Neil for weaving such a great story and chapter. Brillant! Excellent!!
5 stars to you. Now I must seek out what George said.

 

[caddymac]

The judge has issues and I would say has asked only a few questions and ASS U MEs the rest without getting all the information he needs. Just like when the boys talked about the bad man. The judge stopped and left. DAH!!! We are not out of the woods yet with this judge!

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 90​

The silence in the courtroom was palpable. I didn't dare turn around to look at anyone in the gallery. I knew Brad was beside me. His hand rested on my knee, but I didn't dare look at him, either, and he didn't say anything to me. He simply touched me to let me know he was there and he left me alone with the boys.

I sat there, holding them, and they curled themselves up against me, resting their heads on my shoulders. For the first time ever, they also hugged each other with their free arms. There was three-way contact going on, as if they knew that these might be our last moments spent together.

Everyone else seemed to realize that as well and remained silent out of respect to us. And, so, I held my boys and hugged them and kissed them and whispered how much I loved them, over and over again.

"Look at me," I said softly at one point. Their heads lifted in unison and their beautiful, sad eyes met mine. "No matter what happens today," I continued, "if they take you away today, I'll never stop fighting for you. I won't give up on you. Do you understand? I'll never quit."

They nodded, hugged me closer, and put their heads back on my shoulders. We stayed there like that until the Judge's door opened and George announced, "Please rise."

All eyes in the courtroom, including the suddenly-alert twins, followed the Judge as he walked to his bench and took his seat behind it. The boys clutched my jacket in their hands and lodged their index fingers between their teeth. I hugged by boys a little bit harder. The tension closed in around us as we waited impatiently for Judge Carrington's decision. He seemed to take forever to arrange his papers and folders and such, and then he looked up at me and the twins.

"Mr. de Villiers, I would like you and Mr. Hayes, and anyone else in this courtroom to whom this applies, that I hold no ill feelings against homosexuals. Every single right you have gained in this country has been hard-fought and hard-won and well-deserved. I respect you, I respect your lifestyle, and I respect your rights.

"That being said, I have been put into a situation here today where I must decide the future of these two boys. I cannot make a decision based on your sexuality, but I must consider it. I must be completely satisfied that you can provide them the life with the rights that they deserve. I have been in family court long enough to see many, many atrocities performed against children, and that makes my decision even more difficult. I must be convinced that I am not placing them into a dangerous situation where they might be abused.

"I have three small children of my own. They have slept with me, but I have never bathed with any of them. I know it is not an uncommon practice." The Judge cast a quick glance at his Bailiff before continuing. "However, yours are different circumstances, Mr. de Villiers, and I hope you can appreciate my dilemma. To rule against you bathing with the twins would be ruling for you bathing with your daughter. One seems appropriate. The other does not."

"I understand, Your Honour," I said when he paused, awaiting my response.

"Thank you," Judge Carrington continued. "I sat in my chambers for a long time going over everything I had heard and read. I skimmed through the information Mr. McConnell had provided on your behalf and I have to admit that I'm surprised these boys are sitting here today."

I tensed and prayed silently that the Judge would not go into further details. Not with the twins sitting right here in front of him. Fortunately, he didn't.

"I re-read the CAS reports, and then I sat back to think," he continued. "I had said to you, Mr. de Villiers, that you were either very wise, very devious, or very stupid. I couldn't decide which. I tried to put myself in your shoes and I don't believe I would have put the twins through another round of questioning simply to protect my honour. That is when I suddenly realized that it wasn't your honour you were protecting. You were protecting the twins.

"It wasn't until four separate thoughts came into my head at the same time that all the pieces fell into place for me and I could make my decision with a clear conscience. Mr. Sparks told me that abused children rarely volunteer information concerning their abuse out of fear of the abuser. You, Mr. de Villiers, told me that the twins would tell me only what they know, not what I want to hear. You also told me that they spoke for the first time because they trusted you to protect them from ‘the bad man' if they did. Finally, the twins told me what ‘the bad man' had made them do to him.

"The boys know what abuse is, Mr. de Villiers, and they are not getting it from you. I'm granting your petition for adoption. . ."

The gallery erupted into sudden, loud cheers and applause, drowning out the Judge's words. My eyes closed and the tears came freely. My head bowed between my sons and my body quaked in massive sobs. I hugged them to me so hard that I feared I might crush them.

"I'm granting your petition for adoption. . ." Judge Carrington's words echoed in my ears over and over again. They were, indeed, now my sons.

I was vaguely aware of Brad's hand around my back and I was vaguely aware of him hugging me. And then I became aware of two tiny, familiar voices calling out to me. I lifted my head and opened my eyes, letting the tears fall from them and roll down my cheeks. I looked at my sons and I smiled. I knew the question they were silently asking. They didn't understand yet.

"You're my sons now," I told them. "No-one can ever take you away from me."

"You're our real Daddy now?" Justin asked.

"Yes, I am," I assured him. "It's all over."

They hugged me just as hard as I was hugging them and then they were kissing my wet cheeks. Their tears joined mine.

Judge Carrington allowed us our time, but, all too soon, I could hear the banging of the gavel on the wooden block and the sounds of cheers and applause dying behind me. I pulled myself together and regained my composure. I hugged the boys one more time and kissed their cheeks as Brad began wiping our faces with a handful of tissues which had magically appeared in his hands - probably from Bernice. I looked at him. His beautiful face was just as wet as ours were.

The room fell silent and everyone was seated once again. Judge Carrington was smiling at us and I turned my attention to him. "As I was saying, Mr. de Villiers, I am granting your petition to adopt Justin and Jeremy, and I would like to say that I admire your courage and determination in giving these boys a home and a family."

There was a pause and a silence. "Mr. de Villiers," the Judge's voice said to me. "Would you stand and face the gallery, please?"

I did, still holding the twins in my arms.

Behind me, Judge Carrington's voice said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Justin Mathew Jayden de Villiers and Jeremy Todd Jeffery de Villiers. This Court is adjourned."

And, with a smack of the gavel, it was over.

The gallery - all my friends and family - once again rose to its feet and erupted into cheers and applause. Someone was taking pictures. I could see the flashes.

"Daddy?" Justin said, and then he whispered into my ear. I glanced behind me. Judge Carrington was standing and gathering his materials before him. I approached the bench.

Judge Carrington looked up at me. "Yes?"

"My sons would like to say something to you, Your Honour."

He smiled broadly and looked at the twins. Justin held up his hand, wiggling his finger to call the Judge forward. I knew immediately what he wanted to do. Behind us, the gallery fell silent again.

"Excuse me, Your Honour," I said. "It's not something they can say across the bench."

The Judge smiled again and stepped down from the bench to approach us.

Justin spoke for the twins. "Thank you for giving us our Daddy," he said. His arms reached out as he twisted himself around. The Judge stepped into the arms and got a hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek. Jeremy did the same.

"Thank you from me, too," I said.

"Believe me, Mr. de Villiers," he said, "it was a tough choice to make, but I believe I made the correct one."

"We won't disappoint you, Your Honour," I told him. "You have my guarantee on that."

"I'm sure you won't," he replied. "My clerk will contact your attorney when the papers are ready for final signatures. Now, go take care of this family of yours."

I extended my right hand and the Judge shook it. "Thank you," I said, and then I turned to my friends and family.

* * * * *

Brad was still waiting by the gates when we returned. We gave each other a quick kiss, then I told him to bring Lindsay with him. He opened the gates for me and the boys and allowed us to pass through, then reached out for Lindsay and took her hand. They followed us down the aisle and out the door. The rest of our friends and family came after us.

Even if I had wanted to set the twins down, even if I couldn't carry them anymore and had to set them down, I don't think they would have let me. I was their Daddy now, and they were going to make sure no-one was going to take them out of my arms until they were damned good and ready to let them.

As people gathered around, Bill and Warren were calling to them to form a small group. When everyone was present, Bill called for their attention and our friends and family fell silent.

"I would like to take this opportunity to invite everyone here back to Ted's home for a celebration lunch, and the menu will be selected by the children." His attention turned to the twins and to Lindsay. "What would you like to have for lunch?"

Lindsay shouted out "Pizza!" and the twins yelled "KFC!"

The hallway burst into laughter, but Barry was soon standing beside Bill and whispering into his ear. Bill looked at him and nodded. When the laughter quieted, Bill spoke again.

"Pizza and Kentucky Fried Chicken it is, then. So, if you would join. . ."

"Excuse me," Bernice cut him short. "My husband and I will provide the dessert, of course, and we'll buy the paper plates and eating utensils and glasses if that is okay."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hayes," Bill added. Then, to everyone, "So, if those of you who would like to join us, please make your way to Ted's home and we'll get the food there as soon as we can."

There was another smattering of applause, led off by the twins. They always applauded KFC.

Judge Henderson approached. She took my hand and shook it. "As much as I would love to join you for lunch, I'm afraid it's impossible," she said. "I'm due behind the bench myself within the hour. I'm glad I was able to stay for the decision, though."

"Thank you for being there," I told her.

"I really could have helped you, you know."

"I know, but that would have been cheating. It was my battle to win or lose."

"And you fought it well." She looked at the twins, then at Lindsay and Brad. "You have a wonderful family here, Mr. de Villiers. Oh, and my heartiest congratulations on your upcoming wedding. I wish you both many years of happiness."

"Thank you."

"I really must be running along now," she said finally. "Duty calls."

I held out my hand for her to shake once more. She said her farewells to the boys and to Lindsay, then shook Brad's hand before leaving us.

Jacob stepped forward. "I wanted to wish you my congratulations before I leave," he said.

"Aren't you coming back for lunch?"

"Aw, you don't want some old coot like me hanging around," he said shyly.

"You're always welcome in my home, Jacob. You know that," I told him honestly. "Besides, we owe you big time for having the foresight to keep all that stuff for me."

He shrugged it from his shoulders. "I had a feeling you would need it." He paused a moment, then smiled at me. "You know, it's been years since I've sunk these teeth into a piece of the Colonel's chicken. I might just take you up on that offer for lunch after all."

I smiled back at him. "I'll even send a few pieces home with you for a midnight snack."

He nodded. "You're a good man, Ted," he said.

"So are you, Jacob."

Lori and Andrew came forward next. "I wanted to congratulate you before we head on home," she said.

"You're welcome to come for lunch, you know," I said.

She looked around at the people behind her. "Oh, I don't know," she said. "They're your friends. I don't want to intrude."

"You're my friend as well, and I'm inviting you. I'm sure the twins would love to play with Andrew, wouldn't you, guys?"

"Yes," they said enthusiastically.

She looked at Andrew. Even I could see the excitement in his eyes. "Okay," she said. "As long as you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said.

We left the courthouse soon after that. Bill and Warren left in one direction to go buy the Kentucky Fried Chicken. Barry and Nathan went in another. They had offered to buy the pizza and had checked with me to find out which kind they should buy. John and Bernice went to buy the plates and such. The rest of the group followed me to my house.

Terry sat with Lindsay in the back of the van and the boys were strapped securely into their car seats. Brad and I held hands the entire way home.

"You look tired, Pops," he said quietly.

"Exhausted is more like it," I told him. "I thought I was ready for it, Brad, but it took more out of me than I thought it would."

"I'll handle everything when we get home," he said. "You just sit back and relax."

I didn't sit back and relax when we got home. My jobs as a father and host were just beginning, and I carried out my duties as I would at any other time. Rest would come later. The boys ran off to the twins' room to play while Terry and Lori went to the kitchen to make coffee and tea and to get things ready for lunch. Brad went downstairs to carry up more juices and pop and such.

Jacob and Ron and Nancy joined me in the livingroom where I took off my jacket, tie, and shoes and dropped to the sofa. Lindsay sat beside me. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I have a few phone calls I must make." I phoned JW first and told him the good news. He promised to spread the word throughout the office.

Brad, meanwhile, handed Lindsay box of orange juice and went to our room to get our camera.

I phoned Mom next.

"Hello, Teddy?" she asked.

"Hi, Mom," I said. "How did you know it was me?"

"I've been sitting beside this cursed telephone for hours waiting for your call," she said sharply. "Please don't keep me in suspense any longer."

"It's over, Mom," I said. "They're mine."

"Oh, Teddy, I knew straight away you'd get them," she said. I could tell she was crying. "Never a doubt in my mind! I can't wait to see them again."

"A few more weeks and you'll be seeing them any time you want."

"That isn't soon enough for me. May I speak with them?"

"Sure," I told her. "Hang on." I called out for the twins and they came running, followed closely behind by Andrew."It's your ouma," I said. "She wants to talk to you."

I handed the phone to Justin first. "Hi, Ouma," he said.

"Daddy?" Lindsay said softly beside me.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"Are J and J really my brothers now?"

"They sure are, Sweetheart."

She smiled up at me, then climbed into my lap and gave me a big hug and kiss. "Now I don't have to pretend anymore."

"No, you don't," I told her. "They're your brothers forever now."

"Does that mean I can start bossing them around?"

I chuckled. "No, but you can be the best big sister they could ever have."

She fell silent for a moment as she looked at them. "I think I'm going to like being a big sister," she said, "even if I can't boss them around."

I hugged her and kissed her hair.

Jeremy held out the phone to me. "Ouma wants to talk to Lindsay," he said.

Lindsay took the phone as the boys ran off to their room once more, but not before stopping off at the kitchen for a Tetra Pak of juice.

Brad joined us and sat beside me, putting his arm around my back and giving me a kiss on the lips. "How are you holding up?" he asked.

"Better now, thanks," I smiled. "You're just the pick-me-up I need."

His green eyes stared into mine. "I love you, Ted," he said softly, and he gave me another kiss.

"I hope I never grow too old to enjoy seeing true love," Jacob said from the chair near the fireplace. "There isn't enough of it in this world today."

I'm sure I blushed. Fortunately, Lindsay handed the phone back to me at that moment. "Hi, Mom." I listened to her for a few moments, then said, "Okay, I'll call you later, Mom. Do you want me to call Dad?"

"I'll ring him up now, Teddy," she told me. "Now, go join that party Lindsay told me about. I love you, Son."

"I love you, too, Mom. I'll call you tonight. Goodbye, and see you in a few weeks."

"Ta, Teddy."

I hung up the phone and settled into Brad's arm as Lindsay settled against my chest.

"We'll stay for lunch, Mr. de Villiers, but. . ." Ron Sparks said.

I cut his sentence short. "I think you can call me ‘Ted' now."

"Right," he replied with a grin. "Ted. Like I was saying, we'll stay for lunch, but then we really must be going. We've got a lot more children we need to find parents for."

"How long before we sign off on everything?"

"Oh," Ron said, "no more than a few days at most. The Judge will fill out the papers and then we wait for the appointment. I'll be there to sign over custody to you permanently after we sign the adoption papers."

I looked down at the coffee table and shook my head. "I still can't believe it's all over."

"You sure gave us a ride to remember," Nancy said.

"I don't think any of us are going to forget it," Brad added.

"Thank you both so much," I said to Ron and Nancy.

"It is we who should be thanking you, Ted," Ron said seriously. "I hate to think where those boys would be now if you hadn't phoned our office that day."

"I don't think I want to know," I said.

"No, Ted," he said quietly. "You don't."

John and Bernice arrived shortly thereafter. Bernice joined Terry and Lori in the kitchen. John joined us in the livingroom, then he and Brad began bringing out the chairs from the diningroom and setting them around the livingroom along with all our TV trays. When they finished, Brad went to his parents' home to bring back another rack of TV trays. I took the blanket from the back of the sofa and spread it on the floor near the patio doors so the kids could eat on it picnic style.

Bill and Warren came in soon after that carrying bags of food from KFC, followed a bit later by Barry and Nathan, each carrying two extra-large pizzas. Nancy went out to the kitchen to help prepare the lunch, leaving ‘the guys' alone to talk. We all stood up to mingle.

I looked at Bill. "I don't know how to thank you for what you did in court, Bill," I told him.

"You just did, Ted," he replied. "I couldn't leave them with strangers, now, could I?"

"Bring that face closer, would you?" Bill leaned forward and I kissed him. "I felt so helpless."

"To be honest, Ted, I was waiting for the Judge to stop me."

"Would you have stopped?"

He grinned and winked. "It would have taken a dozen cops to do it."

I looked into his kind, gentle eyes. "You're a good friend, Bill. I'm glad you were there."

"And you're a good friend and a better father, Ted. I wish I had your guts."

Warren was all weepy-eyed again. "Oh, Teddy," he said, "I'm so happy for you. You know there's only one person in this world that I love more than you." He placed the fingers of both hands on my cheeks and gave me a full kiss on the lips.

"It's all thanks to you, Warren," I told him. "If you hadn't mentioned adoption last summer, we wouldn't be here now, and you wouldn't have two new nephews."

Warren sucked in a deep breath, swelling his chest, and he stood a bit straighter and taller and prouder. "My nephews," he said as he wiped away a few more tears. "You really are the best man I know, Teddy."

"Thank you, Warren." He gave me another kiss.

The guests of honour were the first ones through the buffet line. They wanted KFC, of course, and I let them pick out the pieces they wanted. After that, I served the salads and fries and gravy and pop they wanted. Lindsay picked up two pieces of Hawaiian pizza and her own choice of pop. Brad loaded two plates for the two of us as I carried the twins' dinner to the blanket.

Jacob enjoyed sinking his teeth into four pieces of chicken and Lori became more relaxed with every passing minute. She and Nancy and Terry spent a lot of time talking about the differences in living in the United States and Canada. Bernice sat nibbling away at her potato salad and looking down at her grandchildren as they ate their lunch on their picnic blanket. She had a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. My kids were one step closer to being her real grandchildren, and there was only one step to go. That would happen in July.

Warren and Bill and Barry and Nathan spent much of their time talking to each other. Warren was particularly enamoured with Barry, dressed in his uniform as he was. I could see his mind secretly plotting ways to get himself arrested.

When lunch was finished, Bill and Warren walked around with a garbage bag for trash and a smaller plastic bag for recyclables while the ladies cleaned up for us and put away the left-overs. Then Terry came in, leaned over the back of the sofa, and whispered in my ear to get the twins.

I called them over and they climbed up into my lap, waiting impatiently for whatever was to come. Bernice arrived carrying a large tray with a white cardboard box covering whatever was hidden on the tray. I had a pretty good idea what it was, but I had no idea it would be as incredible as it was.

I slid forward on the sofa so the twins could see and everyone gathered around as Bernice lifted the box. The twins' jaws dropped and they gasped out loud. "Look, Daddy!" Justin said excitedly. "That's my name and that's Jeremy!"

"And that's us!" Jeremy added as he pointed to the design on the right side of the cake.

The cake itself was huge and covered most of the tray. The frosting was nothing short of astounding. It was basically white, and trimmed in a pale blue piping. To the left were the words "Welcome Home Justin & Jeremy" in a simple script clearly meant to allow the twins to recognize their names. To the right was a scanned frosted photo of the twins. Spread around in various places were a number of sugar candy cars and trains and planes and rocket ships.

Bernice leaned into my ear and whispered, "I baked the cakes. My friend from the bakery decorated it. I'm glad you won, Ted. I don't think I could have eaten this cake by myself."

She got a kiss from me for that one.

Justin leaned toward the cake, reaching. He picked off one of the race cars. "It's candy!" he shouted and bit off the entire front bumper. Jeremy reached for a rocket ship. Andrew approached and stared at the cake, then at the twins. "You can have one, Andrew," Justin said. "The car tastes good!" Jeremy was making his own ‘yummy' sounds as he bit the nose cone off his rocket. Andrew selected an airplane and bit into the tail. Lindsay picked a pink-trimmed car.

Ron Sparks, who had taken over snapping photos for Brad, said suddenly, "I think it's full." Brad grabbed the camera and quickly changed memory cards and handed it back to Ron. Terry stepped in with a stack of small paper plates and plastic forks and set them on the coffee table beside the cake. Lori brought in three different flavours of ice cream and an ice cream scoop.

I looked up at Bernice, but she was still lost in her own little dream world as she watched her grandsons. I don't believe I've ever seen her as happy as she was that day.

People began leaving after dessert was finished. Ron and Nancy were first to leave, followed by Jacob and his snack bag of chicken and salads. Lori was grateful that I had talked her into coming back to the house with us. I sent her home with enough pizza and cake for herself, Andrew, and her husband. "I wish my uncle could have been here to see this," she said almost sadly. "I think I'll phone him tonight when he gets home from work and tell him all about it and invite him to Canada some weekend."

Warren tried to talk Barry into staying (I don't think he even knew Nathan was in the house), but Barry and Nathan left so Barry could get ready for his shift that evening. Terry and Bernice finished their cleaning up and they left at the same time, along with John.

That left Warren and Bill, who decided they would stick around for awhile and go back to Toronto that evening.

The twins finally came down from their sugar high around three o'clock and I took them in for their nap. "Will you stay with us, Daddy?" Justin asked.

I lay down on their bed and they curled into my arms. I don't remember anything else until Brad woke us up at five-thirty.

* * * * *

We had a light supper. Nothing fancy. Bill and Warren stayed until Justin and Jeremy were out of their bath and into their pyjamas. After lots of hugging and kissing, we stood in the doorway and watched as Uncle Bill and Uncle Warren drove away. I promised Warren we'd see him again before his surgery.

Brad locked up as I took the kids back to the livingroom to watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. Jeremy still sat with me. Brad sat on my left. His right arm hugged me from behind. Lindsay sat curled up against me on my right. Eventually, Jeremy moved out of my lap and into Brad's. He was finally satisfied that he was home and no-one was going to take him away.

At bedtime, I took them into their room and tucked them in. I looked for their Teddy bears, but they weren't to be found.

"Where are your bears?" I asked.

Justin sat up and pointed to the bottom drawer of his dresser. I walked over and pulled open the drawer. Justin's bear lay tucked in beside his pants and jeans and shorts. I pulled open the bottom drawer of Jeremy's dresser. His bear was tucked in there as well. I lifted them out and looked at them. "What are they doing in here?" I asked.

"We don't need them anymore," Justin replied.

"We have you now, Daddy," Jeremy added.

I looked down at the bears for a few very long moments. It took me awhile, but I suddenly stopped seeing them as Teddy bears and saw them as Wish bears instead - the same way my sons had seen them for the past six months. They had been given these bears by my family to replace the tattered, ratty old Teddy bears they had brought with them when they moved in. They were the twins' first real connection to the family. Their wishes had come true, and so had mine. The bears were no-longer needed.

I laid the bears back into the drawers and tucked them in and closed the drawers.

My sons never slept with them again.

To Be Continued​

 

[tommy296]

Very well done, Neil! Again, many thanks for sharing your talent with us!

 

[Kyanimal]

Ah ...

I'm too "old" to be Blubbering like this!!

AWESOME, Neil, Dude!! Well worth the wait!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[sheep]

Thank you for this chapter. I can finally go to bed and sleep for a change.

 

[kcm17480]

Excellent. That was a sit at the edge of your seat chapter. That was a nice touch with the teddy bears. Your sure know how to yarn them tales.

 

[Just4fun2]

"The boys know what abuse is, Mr. de Villiers, and they are not getting it from you. I'm granting your petition for adoption. . ."

A beautiful sentence; we have been waiting to hear those words for so long.

I need another box of Kleenex, sorry.

You have done it again Neil, this story is number one.

Well Done! :thewave: :thewave: :thewave:

 

[gsdx]

I'd be interested in finding out what was said between him and George!

Well, Chaz, did you figure it out?

Did anyone?

 

[tommy296]

Did George tell the Judge something like "I let my kids bathe with me?"

 

[gsdx]

Did George tell the Judge something like "I let my kids bathe with me?"

Yes, he did indeed.

 

[shea]

Whew, what an amazing chapter among many.
Neil you continue to astound and amaze.
What an incredible talent. Congratulations again.
shea

 

[harry113]

Neil, Thank you !!!!
Those two little guys now have a future!
Peace & Love
Harry