Chapter 73: Wedding Planner
"Almost got'em! Almost got'em!" Luther said out loud as he strains on his reel.
"Not so hard! You'll break the damn thing!!" Captain growled.
"It's breaking the surface!" Adam exclaimed as he sees the fish thrash about as it is pulled up from the sea, up on the super tall docks.
"Easy... Easy..." Captain pulls the line manually as Luther reels in the slag while Adam stands by with a large net. Adam laughs with glee as the flailing catch is lowered into the green net and captured.
"Whoo!" Luther huffed as he wiped his sweaty brow, "Dayum, that took a few hours off my life."
"You'll git over it." Captain slaps his back, "Nice catch there, Bryant."
"Anytime there, Grugger." Luther replied.
"Fishboy," Captain takes out his camera, and holds it out for Adam, "Make yourself useful and take a picture of us with this thing."
"Heheh, aye-aye Captain." Adam accepts the camera, as Luther and Captain stand side-by-side, holding the large fish. Luther and Captain go way back β they went to college together for several years β Adam was practically guaranteed a job at the Fish House when he moved to Hawaii, being the son of a very good old friend.
Luther even introduced Captain to his currently estranged wife... Needless to say Captain's family life is a bit dicey. "Alright, hooold..." Adam aims the lens, and waited a moment for the two older men to pose, before snapping the picture. "Got it." He winds the dial for a moment, "Ok, Dad, your phone." Adam exchanged the old camera for Luther's Smartphone, and took the same picture with it.
"There we go. I'm headed off, Captain." Adam said as he takes off his uniform cap, and wipes off some sweat with his sleeve.
"Alright alright, fuck off now." Captain crowled as he walks away.
"I'll wait for you at the fish stands inside, boy." Luther said, "There's something I need to tell you in there."
"Oh, sure." Adam said before he and his father walked in different directions.
Moments later, Adam strides in, wearing his casual clothing, and spotting Luther waiting for him over by the ice bed full of halibut. "Hey Dad!" He came up to him quickly, slinging his pack over his shoulder, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Alright, so..." Luther began, "This is about your wedding."
"Oh?" Adam shifted, "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing bad, you can relax." Luther said, "Just passing of the torch."
"Passing of the torch?" Adam asked, "What do you mean?"
"We have a... An old hand-me-down in our family, son..." There then took out a moderately small, black leather box, "Now, your grandfather, may he rest in peace," He said, "Never got along with your mother. He never approved of her, even after you were born. And, if I am to be honest," Luther looked Adam straight in the eye, "I've had to come to my own terms after you came out of the closet."
"I know..." Adam nodded, even though he can't altogether blame him β his first boyfriend was a 26-year-old black man, when Adam was only 15 and half years old. The relation ship only lasted 3 months before they broke up when Adam ultimately decided that he wasn't as sexually ambitions as he thought.
"Regardless, even though he did not like Donna one bit, he did note refuse me my birthright as his son. And it's true that I love you more as a son than ever, gay and all, so it's time for me to leave our most precious relic in your hands."
Adam looked at the box, and saw a familiar insignia on the tab of the lock. "Dad..." Adam looked up at Luther, "Are these..."
"With his blessing, however full of spite," Luther chuckled, "Your grandfather gave these to me to wear on my wedding." He then held the box for Adam, "And now it's time I pass these on to you. My son."
Adam's heart pounds as his stomach feels heavy as he takes the box, but Luther puts his hand over Adam's.
"Now be careful with them, alright?" Luther said sternly, "After having them refinished, I learned that they are 75 years old as of last week," He taps his finger on them firmly, "Now I want you to keep them somewhere safe. Don't ever lose them. And, one day, if and when you and Merrick ever have a son, it's going to be YOUR job to pass these on for HIS wedding, and make sure he knows how important these are."
"I..." Adam smiled as he shook his head, "Dad, I don't know what to say..."
"Don't say anything." Luther said with a slight shrug, "These are yours now. And I expect you to take care of them, as I have before you, and as my father did before me. And so on."
Luther let go of the box and Adam held it in his hands. His thumb rubbed onto the lock a little, before he steps up, and hugs his father. Luther hugs back and pats him.
"Thank you, Dad... So much..."
"You're welcome, son..."
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"Uhhhh..." Arnaav droned as he nods drearily in his seat on the couch.
"What's wrong, honey?" Donna asked lightly as she gently stroked his head.
"I don't feel so well..." Arnaav groaned, "I feel so tired..."
"You just woke up a couple of hours ago." Yuri said softly. Merrick walks in with a few drinks for them, and sees Arnaav looking like he's trying to survive an Algebra test.
"Oh, Merrick, there you are," Donna says, "Arnaav doesn't feel so good."
"Probably not." Merrick said as he set the try down, "It's been about 3 weeks since he came here. It's about time for him to go back to the sea."
"Oh! That's right." Yuri said, "You homesick, little guy?" Yuri rubbed his cheek.
"I don't even know that that means..." Arnaav whines as he takes the bottle of water from Merrick's hand.
"In a way, I suppose you COULD say he's literally home sick," Merrick said after a drink of his raspberry Crystal Light, "He's becoming more and more dehydrated the longer he stays here. Honestly, I would've preferred him to go back to the Kenovani a few days ago, but he doesn't want to leave."
"Awww," Danna cooed as she strokes Arnaav's hair.
"How is he still here then?" Yuri asked as she picks up her fresh glass of iced tea.
"Well, first off, he's a Triton," Merrick answered, "Like me. We're built a little more sturdier than regular mermen, so it stands to reason that we're able to stay on land longer than usual."
"Didn't you say the Kenovani leader could barely make it for 2 weeks to begin with, even as an adult?" Yuri asked.
"I've also been having Arnaav drink a bottle of water every 1 or 2 hours to keep him hydrated. A lot more sleep seems to help to," Merrick said as he looks at Arnaav, dropping the emptied water bottle as he fights of the urge to drop himself, "But it's only a matter of time before his health starts to take a serious hit, though. He can probably push it for a few more days before he absolutely needs to go back to the ocean."
"I... I don't wanna..." Arnaav moves forward, and begins to fall.
"Whoa!" Donna catches him before his face can crash to the table, "I gotcha, sweetie, I gotcha."
"Ok, little guy, I think it's time for you to take a nap."
"Mnnnhhh," Arnaav groaned as he clings to her while she gets up, and carries the boy into her room.
"So," Donna says while taking her glass of pink lemonade, "Have you and Adam set a date for the wedding yet?"
"No, I'm-" Merrick began before Yuri walks in from her room, "He's doing ok?"
"Yeah, just dozed off as soon as I tucked him in." She sits down, and sipped her tea again, "So where were we?"