Author's note:
Okay, chapter 7 ladies and gentlemen. I hope you all like it.
Also, this will most likely be one the last sexless chapter of this story, so be prepared for that if you want to continue reading it in the future.
Enjoy ;)
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Connor's POV:
What did I get myself into just now? This whole thing was bound to be a disaster from the get-go. It had been the exact display of this Dutch saying that Leo had taught me.
"He who burns his butt, has to sit on the blisters."
That had been hilarious when he told me. Now, not so much.
This should have been easy-going. With a down to earth attitude and not the slightest inkling of it being a big deal. But I had made a big miscalculation.
I was trying to collect my thoughts and think of all the things I had to say to my dad. We'd had the typical
American Dream
father and son relationship. Hell, the whole family was like that. Happy and without worries. Now there was a fundamental change that we had to deal with, or so it suddenly felt to me as I made my way through the trees and bushes leading up to the spot where my dad was hiding.
I almost mindlessly traced his exact steps. Like I'd done a million times before.
Of course he was
here
.
The steady stream of clear water that flowed by our yard looked beautiful as ever, reflecting the stars and the moon in perfect resemblance.
He was sitting on the old fallen tree that had been there ever since I was a child. It had been through many a season, yet it still looked the same to me. The stream was broad enough for a rowboat to pass through it, but that never happened. Maybe it was a creek? I wasn't sure what to call it.
We used to swim across to the other side and be adventurous and stupid in the forest there. Eventhough we owned a piece of land with a perfectly good forest on this side of the stream, it was always more exciting to tread on
forbidden
territory.
Those were the times. When everything still made sense and I didn't have to worry about watching the boy next door, Tommy, skinny dipping. I never knew what all that could mean back then. Now it all made sense. And yet everything was more complicated.
'I'm sorry.' I said to my dad's hunched figure. His suit's jacket was draped over the log along with his tie, and he had loosened a few buttons on his shirt. After a minute or so of me standing there and him sitting quietly, he patted the spot next to him gesturing me to sit beside him.
I did so gently, watching the small patterns in the stream that were conducted by the soft gush of a warm summer breeze. We stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. I wasn't sure of what to say. I was torn between trying to guess what he was thinking, and wanting to yell at him for some reason. I wanted him to be okay with it because there was no reason not to be.
Hell, even grandma was okay, or so it seemed at least. Maybe dad was more like grandpa. That was a battle for another day.
After what seemed like at least an hour I heard him sigh. The suddenness of it startled me a bit. 'Look, Connor... I just..' he said, looking at me. Then he paused, thought for a while, sucked in a large breath and continued. 'I didn't really expect this. Hence my reaction.' he said.
'I can get into that, yeah.' I replied. To be fair, even I hadn't expected this whole big thing.
'It's just that... Your mother and I, we had our suspicions of course. The way you look and act around girls... You were
never
nervous, never blushing or stuttering. You didn't like girls that way. Not like other boys did.' Dad said, smiling to himself. 'You have to explain that whole Caytlin charade to me sometime.' He raised his eyebrow. 'I just hadn't expected...
that
just now. I didn't even expect you to realise you
are
gay since it's not even that obvious apart from the not being into girls thing.'
I felt content there, eventhough Ayden made me see that I shouldn't worry about other people's opinions on me being gay or being who I am. I was glad that dad confirmed the image I had of myself.
'It was mom's idea.' I said.
'Yeah, no shit. She was waiting for you to come out. She must've been ecstatic when you told her... Why didn't you tell us together? That would have been easier.' he said.
'Well... I was drunk when-'
'Of course you were.' Dad cut me off. 'That's just wonderful.'
I laughed softly. And nervously.
'So,' he continued, 'How does it feel, huh? To be out in the open with it?'
I had to think for a second before I gave him an answer. How did it feel? 'It feels... Better than ever, actually. Knowing that I don't have to worry about it... Grandpa doesn't seem too thrilled though.' I said.
Dad laughed and grinned at me, 'That's because he and grandma are going to take dancing lessons now.'
At my confused expression, my dad explained. 'He lost a bet with your grandmother.' He said.
I still didn't understand.
'What?'
My dad sighed, 'Sometimes I really wonder who you got that lack of brains from, Con. You better find a boy with at least three braincells to take care of you.' He looked at me as if I was a high-schooler who couldn't figure out 2 x 3.
'Your grandparents had a bet going against each other on you being gay or straight, grandma won.'
What the fuck?
Seriously?
After I gave that statement some thought, I felt relieved though. But also a little used.
'Well, at least you don't have anything to worry about anymore. Means you can make room for all of the new things you have to worry about now.' Dad said with a far away look in his brown, tired eyes.
'Like what?' I asked confused.
'Like how to have safe gay sex, and how to get a boyfriend. You are
NOT
gonna be that lonely sad gay son all the stereotypical families have. Oh, and figure out how to get us some grandkids. Your mother might be happy and giddy now, but just you wait until she figures out what being gay
actually