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D'n'M Part 4
From Chapter 22:
They kissed.
They cummed.
They cried.
Dan had exactly the right words for that special moment.
"Fuck me M, that was awesome!"
"Fuck you D, it was. I love you, Dan Reed."
"Not as much as I love you, Milo de Beer. And you know what we truly are now, don't you?"
Milo smiled and nodded as, together, they said, "D'n'M -- together forever."
Epilogue:
Hi Mum, how are you? Good, I hope.
It's Milo, though I guess you've worked that out already and so may not even have opened this mail, which, I suppose, would make the rest of it a whole waste of time. I know you've never replied to any of the other messages I've sent you but I'm hoping it's worth another try. Dad says to go for it. I hope he's right. I think it might be my last attempt.
Me and Dan (he's sitting here by the way and says Hi), we were sorry you didn't feel able to join us for our special day yesterday. Honestly, I was really hoping you would come, hoping you'd finally realised that me being gay is for life and not some stupid teenage fad or a way of deliberately trying to hurt you. I'm gay, mum, not evil, not perverted, not a child of the devil or sick or any of those other things you said when you threw me out. I've always been gay mum, born that way and that's no reflection on you or dad or anyone else, it's just the way it is. And I'm not ashamed of it and you need to know that. But I'd really like it if we could both put the past behind us and move on.
You missed a great day yesterday, everything worked out perfectly, way better than we could have hoped. Even the weather co-operated (you can never be 100% sure in late September) so we were able to have the ceremony outside in the grounds rather than inside in the hall. At the ceremony D gave me a set of dog-tags like the ones I gave him for his sixteenth birthday, but with a third one added with yesterday's date and our names engraved together. I gave him a third one the same, to add to the two he's had for the last ten years. We agreed that the tags were more personal than rings and would be more meaningful for us. Just before we were due to start, Dods, my best man, tried to make out that he'd lost the one I was giving to D and for a moment it really freaked me out but it was just his way of supposedly lightening the mood and taking some of the tension out of the situation -- he always has been such a joker. He was lucky I didn't murder him on the spot! He and Tom, you remember Tom, D's brother and his best man, well together they gave a really funny speech at the reception. They did it like a stand-up double-act and told all sorts of embarrassing stories about me and D, including the time D's mum walked in on us in the bath together. Everyone totally cracked-up even though it was genuinely innocent - honest. Well, anyway it was a really great day and we're both sorry you missed it.
If you've read any of the other emails I've sent you in the past, you'll know that it wasn't always easy for D and me being an out couple once we were properly together. High school was probably the worst, especially at first, when, I suppose, people were shocked, not so much about me - apparently lots of people had worked it out, even before I told the swimming team - but definitely for D. It turned out that almost no-one had seen that coming so he got a lot of grief, even from some of the teachers. And then social media got seriously nasty, saying he hadn't really been abused by Mr. Roberts, the soccer coach, and that, because he was a f****t, he'd secretly wanted stuff to happen and that the same was true for all the other guys who testified against him in court. D's parents and dad were great, of course, couldn't have been more supportive, and got the police involved and then Ms. Ohura -- the school principal -- she got a couple of the teachers suspended for the way they treated D. Eventually things sort of died down but it made the last year and a half at Greenside High pretty crap. It might have been better if I'd managed to get back on the swimming team but, after the hit-and-run, I could never quite find the same form as before so that wasn't an option. My leg still aches sometimes, even after all these years and the doc says that's something I'm going to have to get used to. In our last year at school Ms. Boyeda said I could be honourary team captain but I didn't want to be a charity case and, anyway, that wouldn't have been fair on Grey Garvey, a good friend of mine. He was a fantastic swimmer and a really popular guy and he was captain for two years straight. That had never happened before and hasn't since. You might have seen his name on the TV or in the papers, he's hot favourite for a bagful of medals at next year's Olympics. I helped him out with his technique for a while when he was fifteen so I'm really looking forward to him flying the flag for Greenside High in Doha.
Deciding to go to different universities turned out to be way harder than we'd expected. Yes, it made sense at the time, a chance to get fully involved in student life with no distractions and to make absolutely sure that we truly loved each other and wanted to commit to each other for life. But it was hard being apart for weeks and weeks at a time and I came close to dropping out part way through the second year and moving to be nearer D. Dad was so supportive through all that, said he'd back me up whatever, and helped me see the long view. D was great too. He made sure we spoke on the phone every night, just like when we were kids, even through exam times and when he was away on work experience. That whole time totally convinced us both that we were 100% in it for the long haul. At least we managed to get back closer together once he'd graduated and moved back home and I came back to do my Masters in paediatric psychology.
I still think about Kate a lot. I don't know whether you ever hear from her. Dad says he hasn't had any contact for over a year now. She hasn't even asked him to send her money and she's definitely not replied to any of his emails. I think I've stopped hating her like I did but I would still like to know why she treated me so badly. Sometimes I think it must have been all the weed she was smoking, or maybe the guy she hung out with somehow got inside her head. It's weird to think I've got a big sister out there somewhere and we don't know anything about what's happened in each other's lives for the last ten years. I hope she's okay. If you do ever hear from her, please tell her I'd really like it if she got in touch. Even just a postcard. Like they say, the past is another country.
So here we are, Dan and Milo de Beer-Reed (yes, a bit of a mouthful but better than any of the alternatives we could think of), legally tied to each other forever and ready to get on with the rest of our lives. D loves working with dad, especially all the site visits. Dad does all the tendering and negotiating contracts and leaves pretty much all of the hands-on stuff to D. It's not great when he has to be away for days at a time but it's definitely fun getting reacquainted when he comes back (though that's probably more information than you need or want to know). Our new apartment is in a city-centre block that dad redeveloped a few years back. It's got a couple of bedrooms, one with its own shower-room, a good sized sitting/dining room and a decent kitchen. It's on the fifth floor so has views down towards the river. It suits us fine, especially as it only takes me a few minutes to walk to work.
I've been working at Margelles and Associates for a couple of months now and every day I realise just how much need there is out there for kids with all sorts of mental health concerns -- PTSD, depression, body dysmorphia, rejection issues, abuse - the list never ends. It totally convinces me that this is the right career path for me and I'm so grateful that D made me realise the truth of that when I was trying to make a decision about what route to take. He always says that, if he hadn't had help from Shania Margelles after the abuse, he doesn't think he'd have made it out of his teenage years. Whenever he says that it makes me go cold all over so you can imagine how grateful I am. Getting to work with her is the icing on the cake. I think she's brilliant at what she does, a great boss and, just as important, a really nice woman, even though you're never sure what colour her hair will be when you walk into the office on Monday mornings. By the way, D says it's okay for me to tell you he had counselling so I'm not telling tales out of school. D's name for her was Please Call Me and a couple of times I've nearly called her that. I don't think she'd be amused! And he says that I've got to tell you that it was the support he got from me, when he'd pretty much shut down, that got him through those first awful days after the abuse. Well, I don't know about that, but what I do know is that coming out to him that day when we were thirteen year-old kids was the single most important thing I've ever done in my life, well, until yesterday that is.
It looks like I've got to wrap this up now, dad and D's mum and dad will be here in a few minutes. We're taking them out to dinner as a special `Thank You' for everything they've done for us, not just for yesterday which was monumental, but for just being there and helping us get to where we are today -- D'n'M forever.
Cheers
Your son, Milo.
That completes Dan and Milo's story. My thanks to everyone who has stuck with them from start to finish, and especially to those who have taken the time and trouble to write to me with their thoughts and opinions -- it's the only pay-back we authors get and it is HUGELY appreciated.
I'm beginning to work on a new story called A VERY ORDINARY BOY so look out for that sometime in the next month or so. There's also the germ of a hint of the possibility of an idea for a future outing (no pun intended) for D'n'M but, if it happens, it'll be a while into the future.
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