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D'n'M Part 5
From Chapter 7:
"You were right, I did need to be inside you. Thankyou. As always, you're the best," Milo murmured as Dan lay down beside him once more.
"Always my pleasure," replied Dan before slipping out of bed to make the necessary after-sex trip to the bathroom. When he got back a few minutes later it was to find Milo was just about awake enough to return his gentle goodnight kiss. Dan lay awake for a while, trying to predict how their lives were likely to be impacted by the revelations of the last couple of days. But he soon realised that no amount of wondering was going to provide a magic answer so he allowed himself to sink into sleep, a quiet smile of `job well done' lingering on his face.
What he didn't know was that reasons to smile were going to prove to be pretty elusive in the days and weeks to come.
Chapter 8:
On Sunday morning, when Dan messaged his parents to tell them of his and Milo's plan to visit, as usual he didn't give any particular reason (they often called in at short notice), other than saying there was, "Something we want to run past you," so when they outlined the sequence of events since Friday evening, his parents' shocked reaction came as no great surprise. They began with Ms. Lamar's unexpected visit, through to the emotional maelstrom of Saturday night (no mention was made of the sex). At this stage they said nothing about Nico, having decided before setting off that it would be best to deal with one issue at a time, starting with the dreadful news about Kate.
"Kate's dead? But how? When?" asked Roger, obviously keen to get a handle on as many of the basic facts as possible.
"Dead? Poor Kate. But that's awful. Oh, Milo," was Helen's more emotional response as she wrapped her arms around him, "You must be ... I can't imagine how you must be feeling. Just know that whatever you need, you only have to ask."
"Actually mum, that's sort of why we're here, or at least, part of the reason," said Dan. "We're worried about Gerry -- how he'll take the news. With him still recovering from the heart attack ... "
"You think the news about Kate could trigger a relapse?" queried Roger.
"Hmm. Especially given the details about the sort of life she was living," added Helen.
"That's about it," said Milo, pulling himself free of Helen's arms. "I know he still blames himself for what happened all those years ago, you know, to me, to his marriage, even to Kate. At the very least this news will totally floor him."
"But obviously he needs to know," chipped in Dan. "And as soon as possible. But how best to break it to him? That's what we're hoping you might have some thoughts on."
Roger and Helen exchanged looks with each other across the room. This was clearly one of their `reading-of-minds-after-many-years-of-marriage' moments.
"He's going to need all the support he can get. I'll give him a call now and invite him over here," said Roger, taking his phone from his pocket. "That way we'll all be here, together, for each other, when you tell him." He began to tap in the number as Helen nodded her agreement.
"Actually dad, there's something else."
"Something else? You mean something else that Gerry needs to know but that he's going to find difficult to hear?" Roger asked, pausing his tapping on the phone.
"I don't know about difficult, Roger, it'll definitely be a surprise," Milo replied, "When we tell him he's got a fourteen-year-old grandson, thousands of miles away in South America."
Helen gasped. Roger nearly dropped his phone.
"A teenage grandson? Wow! I think `a surprise' doesn't even come close. That makes it doubly important that we're all here to support Gerry when he finds out." Roger turned his attention back to his phone. "Hi Gerry, Roger here." ... "Yes, I'm fine." ... "Yes, and Helen." ... "Yes, and the boys. In fact, they're here now and we were wondering if you'd like to join us for coffee. Maybe even stay for lunch."
Helen shot him a questioning glance but Roger simply mouthed, `It'll be fine,' and turned his attention back to his phone. "That's great. We'll see you in about an hour." ... "Yes, we're looking forward to it too. It's been too long." ... "Yes, bye." ... "And to you too." ... "No, no need to bring anything." ... "Well, if you want to but it's really not necessary." ... "But you don't like to arrive empty-handed?" ... "Yes, that'll be fine. See you soon." ... "Bye, Gerry. Bye!"
"Good old dad, he does like to talk," grinned Milo. "So what's he bringing, cookies or wine?"
Roger grinned back. "Both. Of course."
In the hour before Gerry arrived at the Reed home Dan, Milo and Dan's parents went back over the news that they were going to have to tell him and how they might best go about doing it. Helen was concerned that telling everything all at once might well be too overwhelming and that there was no way of predicting how Gerry's heart would react. Roger's view was that, having known his friend for many years, Gerry wouldn't want the news to be sugar-coated and would take it best if it was explained to him in a logical, matter-of-fact and no nonsense way. Dan had been working alongside his father-in-law for a few years now and was inclined to agree with his own dad. But he'd also seen what a heavy toll the heart attack had taken and was worried that there was no `best' way of breaking the news. In the end, though, they all looked to Milo. What did he think would be the best approach?
When the moment actually arrived, all this discussion turned out to be entirely unnecessary. They heard the doorbell ring and Roger went to answer it, returning seconds later leading Gerry, looking pale and much older than his actual years, back into the room. As soon as Milo set eyes on his father the tears that had never been far away ever since he had first read Kate's letter burst their banks and came rolling down his face. His shoulders slumped, his knees buckled and he was only saved from collapsing to the floor by Gerry instinctively stepping forward to catch his son in his arms.
"It's Kate, isn't it? Something's happened to Kate."
This was a completely unexpected development. Milo, Dan, Roger and Helen, they'd all been expecting that Gerry would be the one who'd be floored by the news from Buenos Aires. To discover that, seemingly, he already had an awareness of Kate and her situation came as a total bolt out of the blue. For a few seconds there was an awkward silence in the room and much exchanging of confused glances, until Helen suggested they all sit down and take some time for Gerry, Milo and Dan to share what they each knew. There was a minute or two of indecision about who should sit where but eventually they were settled with Milo and Helen on one sofa with Gerry between them and Dan and Roger sitting opposite on the other.
Dan saw that Milo could barely speak, struggling, as he still was, to get his feelings under some sort of control, so he asked the question that was uppermost in the minds of everyone else.
"So you know about Kate? And about her ...?" Helen shot him a warning glance, silently reminding him of their decision to hold back he news of Nico's existence until Gerry had had time to process the fact of Kate's death.
"Yes, Kate and I have kept in touch over the years,"
`Yeah, whenever she was in need of a handout,' thought Dan bitterly.
"But not so much lately. Why, have you heard from her? You never told me, Milo, that you and she were in contact." Gerry both looked and sounded surprised.
Again there was a silence in the room. Milo gripped his dad's hand, still seeming to be incapable of speaking. Dan didn't trust himself to speak without bad-mouthing Kate and upsetting everyone, especially Milo, so he turned to look at Roger, hoping he'd ride to the rescue.
"Gerry my friend, we've got some sad news for you and you need to be brave." Gerry looked straight at Roger, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Milo has had a letter, emailed through from the authorities in Buenos Aires."
"The authorities?" Gerry's expression was now one of puzzlement.
"You knew that she was living over there?"
Gerry nodded. "Yes, she's been travelling around South America for a few years. I'd always hoped she'd meet a nice man somewhere and settle down, but it never seemed to work out for her that way."
Milo sobbed but finally found the ability to speak.
"Why didn't you tell me, tell me that you'd kept in touch with her all these years? You never told me." Helen placed a soothing hand on his knee.
"But you knew she used to email me from time to time."
"Yeah, but as far as I knew, the only contact you had was when she needed money. You never said it was anything more than that dad, that you knew anything about the sort of life she was living." The sense of hurt he was feeling was very evident in Milo's voice.
"Look son, I knew how badly hurt you'd been by your sister, you know, when your mother said all those unforgiveable, dreadful things and threw you out of the house." Helen squeezed Milo's knee. "I couldn't bear the idea of dragging all that hurt back up to the surface, not when you and Dan were so settled and happy together. I wanted, no, I needed, to protect you. There was nothing sinister or underhand about it. You've got to believe me." There were tears in the corners of Gerry's eyes and Milo was silently weeping once more. Roger took a breath, knowing that he needed to move the conversation on.
"The letter I mentioned before, Gerry, well it had been written by Kate but was forwarded by the authorities because she wasn't able to do it herself." Roger was trying hard to lead Gerry to the point of understanding about Kate rather than hitting him with the facts head on. The strategy seemed to work.
"You mean she's .... ?"
Roger nodded. Gerry's shoulders slumped momentarily before he turned to Milo and took his distraught son in his arms. For several minutes the only sound in the room was the two of them weeping onto one another's shoulder.
Once things were calmer and coffee had been brought (along with the bottle of brandy `for medicinal purposes' according to Helen), Dan filled in a few more of the gaps, focusing in on how Kate had been taken to hospital but where she had, sadly, passed away and where the letter to Milo had been found and handed to the local Social Services who had contacted Ms. Lamar who had, in turn, informed Milo. Dan said nothing about the drugs, the squalor, the prostitution, and definitely nothing about the boy. Fortunately, Gerry's next question was aimed in a completely different direction.
"So, if the two of you haven't been in contact for all these years -- and I completely understand why, Milo my boy, and I don't blame you at all, because this whole mess is totally down to me ..." Milo tried to protest but Gerry held up a hand to quieten him. "Yes, it was, it was all my fault, but we can argue about that later, what I want to know now is why Kate would write to you and not me."
It was Helen who decided to supply an answer. "We think she must have heard about your heart attack and didn't want to worry you."
"But how would she have known about that? I didn't tell her."
"Well," Helen continued, "'Prominent local businessman and benefactor suffers major heart attack' was all over the local news and social media. She must have picked it up there." Roger and Dan both nodded, hoping to convince Gerry that Helen was right.
"Yeah, that sounds plausible. Strange, though, that she didn't reach out at all, didn't wish me well. I had started to think that some of the old wounds were beginning to heal, that things were on the up for her. She hadn't asked me for any help in a while."
`Help' was clearly Gerry's euphemism for Kate's repeated requests for money. Dan had to work hard to suppress a derisive snort and even Milo looked momentarily annoyed. However, Gerry didn't dwell for long on this line of enquiry. For the last few minutes his mind had obviously been running through the information he'd been given and his next question showed that it had identified a gap.
"You said something about Social Services here being contacted by the Buenos Aires authorities. But that doesn't make sense. The embassy, now that I could understand, but not Social Services, not unless there was something in the letter that you're not telling me." He moved his head, looking at each of them in turn. They all looked away, no-one wanting to be the one who might, inadvertently, give him the news that could, literally, break his heart. Because, of course, they had no way of knowing just how he would react to being told that, fourteen years before, his daughter had given birth to a child and had then, deliberately and maybe vindictively, kept that news from him. What greater evidence could there be of her total rejection of him as a father and of his potential as a grandfather? How better could she have demonstrated just how much she blamed him for the disintegration of her family? He was making a decent recovery from one heart attack, but two? None of the other people in the room wanted to be the one who would have to carry the responsibility for triggering the second.
"Whatever it is, someone needs to tell me. Milo, Kate wrote the letter to you, what did she say that you're not telling me? I've just found out that she's dead, nothing could be worse than that." It was clear from the tone and force of Gerry's voice that he was rapidly losing patience. Helen was the first to realise how dangerous it could be if he actually lost his temper.
"Milo," she said gently, turning towards him. "It's time to tell your dad what was in the letter. He needs to hear it and you need to say it." She took his hand. "Not all of it, just about Nico."
"Nico? Who's Nico? Milo, whatever this is about you need to tell me -- now!"
Milo looked at Helen, then at his hand held in hers and then at Dan. Dan nodded.
"Dad," he began. "Dad, Kate had a baby ..."
"A baby? Really? A baby? Boy or girl?"
"Boy," replied Milo, wanting to finish the sentence that his dad had just interrupted.
"A baby! But where is it? Who's looking after it? So that explains about the Social Services. When can we go over there to get it?" The questions tumbled out in a rush. Milo was alarmed.
"Calm down dad, you'll make yourself ill."
"Calm down! You tell me the best news I've had in years -- since you and Dan got married -- and you expect me to calm down. There's a baby, my grandson, your nephew, thousands of miles away, all alone, without a mother to take care of him. This is no time to calm down. We need to get on to Social Services, book flights, get organised. Come on, Milo. What are we waiting for?"
It was as if all the negative effects of his recent illness had magically fallen away and Gerry was back to the purposeful and decisive man who had built a very successful construction and property development company from nothing. This reaction also put to rest any notion that Gerry was upset that he'd been deliberately cut out of his grandson's life, quite the reverse. He was clearly excited by the news and anxious to meet this new `baby' member of the family.
Milo looked at his dad, then at Dan and then Helen. It was more than obvious from the expression of bemusement and frustration on his face that he had no idea how to pull Gerry back to something approaching the unpleasant reality of the situation, so far ahead of it had he raced. Helen, once again, came to the rescue.
"Gerry," she began in her best and most authoritative tone, "You do need to calm down and you do need to listen. What you haven't given Milo a chance to explain is that Kate's child isn't a baby. He, Nico, is a teenager."
The look of excitement melted from Gerry's face like ice-cream in August. His mouth, literally, dropped open. "A teenager?"
"Yes, dad, he's fourteen years old and the life he's lived, well, it's one you and I couldn't begin to imagine," said Milo, hinting at things that he knew, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he should have kept to himself.
"But that means Kate kept him a secret all these years, a secret from me, from you, from his whole family. Why would she do that? Did she hate us so much?"
Gerry's confused enquiries were met with complete silence in the room, all the others having a pretty good idea of the answers to each of his questions and none of them being keen to provide them. Eventually it was Helen who spoke up again.
"You've got to remember, Gerry, that when Kate left rehab she was just a kid herself -- a confused, messed-up, angry kid. And I don't think she hated you at all. No, she was angry at her whole world and indiscriminately hated everything that reminded her of the life that had, almost literally, imploded around her."
"She's right dad. And now she's dead and no amount of agonising over every detail of what happened in the past is going to change that. We'll probably never know what she's been thinking and feeling since she left."
"Unless she shared it all with Nico. You know, mother and son against the world. He might be able to fill in a lot of the gaps," suggested Dan.
Gerry nodded. "If what Dan's just said is true then the sooner we get to speak to him, get him home, the sooner we can start to make some sense of all this." Gerry was beginning to sound and look more positive again. Then his expression clouded over once more as he looked directly at his son. "But what did you mean, Milo, when you said he's lived a life we wouldn't want to imagine?"
Yes, he knew he should have kept his mouth shut, knew he had lifted a lid that should have been kept firmly closed, at least until his dad had started to process the news of Kate's passing. He couldn't hold Gerry's gaze and turned away, tears, once again, beginning to form in his own eyes.
Now it was Dan who stepped up, calmly and matter-of-factly explaining to his father-in-law the core information contained in Kate's letter. He didn't lie but neither did he dwell on some of the, many, unpleasant aspects of the lives that Nico and his mum had lived. He especially didn't go into any detail about the abuse Nico had endured, that was too close to home for him, nor did he say too much about Kate's final days and hours. But what he did spend a lot of time on was Kate's driving desire for her son to be reunited with her family. His family.
"So don't you see Gerry, she can't have hated you. She wanted him to come back here to be brought up and guided and loved by you and by Milo. At the end it was you she trusted with that job. You she was thinking of when it came to providing the best for her boy."
By the time they left the Reed family home, late on Sunday afternoon, Dan and Milo were full, not only of Roger's Thai green curry, but also of a plan of how to move forward with the whole `Nico situation', the short-hand label it had quickly been given. As they had hoped, they were also filled with the unquestioning love and support of all three of their parents, and this had the knock-on effect of allowing them to feel much more positive and confident as they set off to cycle back to their apartment.
Over coffee and then onto lunch and after, the conversation had ranged back over rarely-spoken-of events of the past and forward into an imagined future centred on the newest member of the family. The positivity which had enthused Gerry when he had first heard about his distant grandson quickly evaporated as the old insecurities and self-blame over the breakdown of his marriage and break-up of his family resurfaced yet again. Helen and Roger worked hard to convince their old friend that he had not been the sole cause of all the distress and upset. They assured him that it had been the actions and prejudices of his ex-wife, Grace, that had been the catalyst. Gerry may have remained unconvinced but Milo was comforted to hear what they were saying. They were equally insistent that Kate's sense of rejection and alienation that had resulted, initially, in her running away overseas, and, ultimately, to her death in an Argentinian public hospital, could neither have been anticipated nor prevented by anything he might have said or done.
The plan of campaign that they had agreed would kick-off on Monday morning with a call to Ms. Lamar - Milo's responsibility - to set up a meeting to discuss when and how contact could be made with the Our Lady of Flowers facility in Buenos Aires. Helen planned to use her medical and dental contacts to find out whether the children's home was an okay place for Nico to be. Gerry, as Nico's grandfather, would arrange an appointment with the immigration department while Dan would chase up an old university house-mate, Rochelle Fernleigh-Hughes, who had joined her family law firm and was now specialising in family law.
As they got into bed that night both Dan and Milo were feeling much more upbeat than they had when they got out of it that morning. They totally got that Gerry was understandably shaken by the news of Kate's sudden death but pleased that he was also buoyed by the promise of Nico, even though he was so far away. Milo, in particular, felt the campaign to bring the boy `home' would give his dad some of the momentum and purpose he had been struggling to find since being taken ill. And Dan was thinking how relieved he was that, as usual, his parents were happy to step up and provide as much love and support and practical assistance as was needed.
At least, he was thinking that until he became aware of a very familiar warm, wetness surrounding his balls and a gentle tweaking of his left nipple which was rapidly turning hard and upright, mirroring the reaction of his dick. All thoughts of his parents and their unquestioning support vanished as he gave himself up to the waves of rippling pleasure that were washing through him. He was about to give in to the urge to grasp his now rigid rod when Milo got their first -- with his mouth. Dan squirmed appreciatively as his helmet was repeatedly washed by M's tongue and a gasp of undiluted pleasure escaped his lips as all of his seven inches were swallowed into the depths of M's throat and held there in sensory overload for too many seconds to count.
Milo gagged and Dan immediately tried pulling out because he knew what was soon going to happen, but his pulsing glans was held tight by the O ring of M's lips before his mouth began bobbing up and down, up and down, up and ... Gusher!
Dan didn't generally have such a quick-release trigger but there was something about being deep-throated that excited all his pleasure receptors and sent him over the edge almost faster that you could say, "Blow job."
M's face appeared above Dan's and a trickle of fresh cum fell from one mouth to the other. Once Milo's was empty a huge and satisfied grin appeared on his face. "Good night my lovely man. You make my life complete."
`That works both ways,' thought Dan but he was asleep before he could turn thoughts into words.
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