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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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June 13, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Ian gave Michael one last kiss then stepped back from the car, waving as Michael drove off. He sighed and headed back into the house, joining his parents, Gail and the boys at the kitchen table.

“Stop looking so morose son. You’ll see him tomorrow.”

“I know but he has to sleep down in the dorms.”

“I suppose that is a big deal but maybe you can sneak away to boff each other when you’re visiting.”

“Mum!”

“What? You’ve spent the last three days sneaking off and having a naughty every other hour. You think we didn’t notice?”

“Mum!” Ian yelped, flabbergasted while Gail snickered into her coffee.

“Well Michael’s a lucky man if you’re anything like your father. Oh my the times-”

“Mum! Not in front of the boys.”

“They don’t understand what I’m saying, Ian.”

“Okay then not in front of me! I don’t need that kind of trauma.”

&&

Michael easily found the parking lot for Hill House and hauled out his two suitcases, popping up the handles before closing and locking the car. He’d packed lightly so it was no problem to roll them both around to the front entry and lift them up the steps into the lobby.

He wasn’t surprised to find all the other swimmers milling about, waiting their turn to check in and got in line behind a couple of guys he didn’t recognize and who where talking excitedly about being at their first Olympic training camp. The line moved quickly and he couldn’t help smiling as Rick and Tom talked about all the fun they were going to have in Philadelphia.

They really must not know Bob all that well. Yes, there would be free time but everyone would be too exhausted to bother going anywhere most of the time.

“Phelps! Where the hell is Phelps?”

Michael sighed as he heard Bob’s familiar yell. “Over here Bob.”

Bob came striding over, his trusty clipboard in hand. “You’re late.”

“It’s ten oh three and I got in line ten minutes ago.”

“Oh. Well you weren’t here the last time I checked. There’s a meeting at ten forty five in that big basement room.”

“The Underground? Okay. Won’t take me long to get my stuff in my room after I get checked in.”

“Good, don’t be late!”

“Okay Coach.”

&&

Michael was pleasantly surprised that he wasn’t sharing this time. Given the dimensions of the room, it was a good thing because he barely fit in there with one bed, a chair and a desk. He put one of his suitcases on the desk chair and opened it, pulling out sheets, two pillows and Chloe’s old twin comforter.

It wasn’t the most masculine bed covering but it was still in good shape so why not? He unwrapped two picture frames, one held a picture of Ian with the children and another that was taken on his wedding day and set them carefully on the desk. He added his alarm clock, plugging it in and setting the time before pulling out his cell phone charger and laptop.

That done, he unpacked his clothes in built in dresser/closet thing and stored his suitcases under the bed. He checked his watch and smiled. Ha! Seven minutes. He thought about booting up his computer and testing out the dorm’s WiFi and server but knew that was a good way to lose track of time.

He locked his room and went down to the Underground using the stairs, not seeing too many other swimmers this time but he did spot Miles sitting near the middle of the room.

“Hey Miles.”

“Hey Michael. How’s it going?”

“Not bad. How are you?”

“Good. How’s the family?”

“Ian’s good, Chloe’s up to something and the boys are trying to walk. How’s Anna?”

“She’s fine and her boss finally gave her the time off for the Games. She has tickets but now she’s trying to find a decent hotel.”

“Huh. You know, my parents are staying on a ship-”

“She already tried the cruise ships; they’re booked solid.”

“I was going to continue here. We’ve got a townhouse in Manhattan and now that my folks aren’t staying with us, we have extra room. It’s not huge and she’d have to share a bathroom with Gail. Anna likes kids, I hope?”

“She loves kids. Are you serious?”

“Sure.”

“Do you want to check with Ian first?”

“Miles, I can -. Would it make you feel better if I did?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’re going to be in the Village and Ian’s never met her.”

“Okay.” Michael flipped out his cell phone and auto dialed home.

“Thorpe.”

“Phelps.”

“Michael, what are you doing?”

“I’m calling you?”

“Very funny.”

“Actually, I was just talking to Miles and his girlfriend Anna is having some housing problems for the Olympics.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, problems like she doesn’t have any.”

“Oh! And you want to offer her a place to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever met her?”

“Yes. Would you like to interrogate Miles about her?”

“Put him on.”

Michael passed the phone over and sat back to listen.

“Hi Ian. Yes, well she just started this job and she doesn’t have vacation yet but her boss finally gave her time off without pay. Oh yes. Uh huh. Oh, she’s the pastry chef at a restaurant in Seattle. Yeah, it’s kind of tough but she likes working there and I’m moving there this fall. Okay. Great! Thanks Ian. Huh? Sure but-. No. Okay.”

Miles reached over and cuffed Michael on the head before handing the phone back.

“Ow! Miles!”

“Ian told me to.”

Michael put the phone up to his ear, “Ian!”

“What? You should have told me she was a pastry chef!”

“Well it’s not like she’s going to cook for you.”

“Of course not but she can tell me all sorts of little tips and secrets. Maybe she’ll even give me a clue as to why my soufflés always fall!”

“Ian, are you still trying to best Grant in the soufflé department?”

“You bet. There is no way I’m going to let him get away with being the only one who successfully made one. Oops. Jamey just bonked Harry with his bottle. Gotta run, call me tonight.”

Michael looked at his phone. “I love him but sometimes I just don’t understand him.”

“He and Grant compete via soufflé?”

“They compete over a lot of things. Which one can grocery shop faster, who can rake leaves faster; they can make anything into a competition. They don’t take it seriously although Grant’s still trying to live down the diaper changing debacle. He was silly to even try since Ian’s changed a lot of diapers.”

“You know, I really appreciate you guys giving Anna a place to stay but you’re not going to turn her weird, are you?”

“You never know. Look, here comes Bob.”

“Uh huh.” Miles gave Michael one last look before turning to watch Bob check his watch then look around at the distinct lack of bodies. “Oh, I’ll bet he’s expecting to see more people here.”

“It’s only-” Michael checked his watch, “Ten forty. Well, there’s going to be some ass kicking if people don’t get here quickly.”

&&

June 14, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Ian checked his list and packed all the stuff on the table in a diaper bag. There, they were ready for their trip down to Penn. Of course, that was still three hours away but it never hurt to be prepared. Maybe he’d make some cookies or something while the boys were napping.

“Papa?”

“In the dining room.”

Chloe came in the room, looking a little dusty. “Hi. Are you busy?”

“Not really. What have you been doing?”

“I’m cleaning out the garage so nothing gets dirty. Can you drive me over to Annette’s house?”

“I suppose. Don’t you want to get cleaned up first?”

“No, I just need to pick up some stuff for the garage sale.”

“Let me get my keys and will you let Gail know that we’re leaving? She’s upstairs.”

“Okay.” Chloe went up the stairs quietly, having learned that ruining the boys’ nap time was no fun for anyone.

Ian stuck his head in the family room and told his mum he’d be back, then went out to the car. Chloe flew out a minute later and got in the back.

“So what are we picking up?”

“Annette and several boxes plus a dresser and maybe a chair.”

He managed not to slam on the brakes at this news. “Why?”

“For the garage sale. Mrs. Regan said she had some things but not enough for their own sale so I offered to sell them at ours.”

“Uh huh. And how much commission are you making?”

“Ten percent. Annette gets forty. I figured that we’d get better business if we had more stuff.”

“I see.”

“Oh, and can I go to the mall on Sunday with Amanda? We need to research some marketing trends.”

Ian wasn’t sure if that was a euphemism for shopping or if she was serious. “Am I driving or is Amanda’s mom?”

“Amanda’s mom.”

“Okay but you’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“Deal.”

Mrs. Regan did indeed have several items for the sale and even helped Ian load them in the back of SUV.

“Chloe, are you planning to come with us to visit Daddy?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then. Alice, we’ll drop Annette off at two then.”

“Sounds good Ian. Annette, behave yourself.”

“I will Mom.”

Ian got in and went back home, listening to the girls chatting about the items in the boxes. He’d almost tuned them out when he heard Annette say something about Mr. and Mrs. Voorhees, who lived down the street.

“Mrs. Voorhees said she had a TV, a VCR and some garden stuff.” Chloe answered. “Mr. Voorhees is supposed to bring them over on Saturday and he said he’d check around in the garage before he came over for some plywood.”

“Awesome. If he has some we can use that for our signs.”

As far as Ian knew, the Voorhees’ did not have children Chloe’s age and he just had to ask. “Chloe, how did the Voorhees’ find out about the garage sale?”

“They read it on the flyer.”

“Flyer?”

“Uh huh. I’ve already gotten a couple of people call and say they had things. I’ve got some really cool stickers too to help keep track of what belong to whom.”

“Chloe, can you show me this flyer?”

“Sure. I have extra at home.”

Back at the house, Chloe took out piece of bright yellow paper from her notebook and handed it to Ian. He looked it over, admiring the layout and use of graphics while noting their garage sale was apparently being held on July twenty first. The flyer informed their neighbors of the event and mentioned that if anyone would like to have their items sold, they should call a number Ian didn’t immediately recognize then he didn’t call his mother in her suite very often.

“Is this Nana’s phone number?”

“Uh huh. She said she’d screen the callers before telling anyone our address. Well, the neighbors know it’s me because I knocked on their doors to give them the flyers but we also posted it at the library and the market.”

“I see. This is a really nice flyer. Good job.”

“Uncle Grant helped me with the wording.”

“That was nice of him.”

“Well I have to help him clean up the bulbs this fall but that’s okay.”

“Tell me something, Chloe. What are you hoping to buy with your money because it looks like you’re going to make quite a tidy sum?”

“I want to get a laptop.” Chloe said then followed up quickly, “I don’t want to use it for getting on the internet but I always have to ask to borrow yours or Dad’s. I’m going to be in fifth grade you know and that’s going to be a lot of homework. If I make enough, I’m also going to get a printer. That’s okay, right?”

“I don’t see a problem with it but you could have just asked for a computer.”

“But we’re having fun.” Chloe said as Annette nodded.

“Well if that’s the case, then go on.”

“Thanks Papa!”

Ian watched her run out with Annette and shook his head. Maybe he’d wait to tell Michael about this until after the Olympics.

&&

Ian pulled the mini-bus into a parking space and shut off the engine. “Well, we’re here. Shall we unload?”

“I call Jamey.” Grant announced making Ian once again wonder why everyone in the house had come along on what was supposed to be a quiet little visit. Well, not everyone since his parents and Gail had opted to stay behind but still!

“I’ve got dibs on Harry.” Chloe said as she stood up and went over to start unbuckling him.

“Then I suppose Robbie is all mine while Ian gets Houdini. You know, Ian maybe you should consider renaming Liam Harry and Harry Liam.”

Ian just sighed and remained silent. This really messed up his plans for the afternoon.

They unloaded the strollers and got each of their charges settled. Liam was certainly not happy to be strapped into yet another moving vehicle and didn’t hesitate to let his displeasure known by crying and plucking at the strap.

“Up Pa!”

“Liam, we’re going in to see Daddy and you’ll be free in a minute.”

Ian must have said the magic word because Liam stopped crying.

“Fee?”

“Yes. All free in a minute.” Ian said as he hoisted a bag over his shoulder and handed the other one to Grant then locked the car. “Now let’s get moving or he’ll start up again.”

Ian led the way into the back entrance to Hill House, having spent many days in the Underground during his school days, and straight to the recreation area where the swimmers were just finishing up a meeting.

“Pa! Pa! Fee!” Liam had no problem with his lungs and yelled at full volume bringing the attention of everyone in the room.

Shooting a look of apology in Bob’s direction, Ian squatted down and undid the buckle, lifting Liam out of the seat and standing up with him.

“No! Fee.” Liam yelled, squirming around and almost making Ian drop him.

“Liam, for heaven’s sake the floor here is probably filthy.”

Ian was vaguely aware that the swimmers were getting up from their seats but was too busy trying to hold on to Liam to pay much attention. He finally decided to let Liam down but pulled a chair over to sit down and hold his hands so he couldn’t wander away. Liam wasn’t crazy about the idea but stopped trying to pull away when his attention was captured by all the people walking around.

Harry, Robbie and Jamey seemed perfectly happy in their strollers and Ian considered the fact that he only had himself to blame for Liam. According to his mother, Ian was always the kid who wanted to be doing something different, just like Liam. Of course, his mother was laughing hysterically when she said that and also threw in a line about revenge being sweet.

“Hi Chloe, hi guys, hi little guys.” Miles said as he walked up. “Michael’s talking to Bob but he’ll be right over.”

“Thanks. How has camp been so far?”

“Bob was a little upset yesterday because people were late for the first meeting.”

“Oh.” Ian said with a wince, “Newbies?”

“Yeah. Guess someone should have warned them about Bob’s punctuality thing. Oh wait, I did. Hey, is that Robbie?”

“No, this is Liam but you were almost right.”

“Does Liam like doing the walk from hand to hand thing?”

“He’s more the run you into the ground type, want to give it a try?”

Miles shrugged, “I’m game. What do I do?”

“Ian, don’t let him do it! That stuff can hurt his back and he’s got to swim. Or wait; is this part of our nefarious plot?” Grant asked.

Looking a little taken aback, Miles started to back away until Chloe stood up and went over to Ian. “Papa, Uncle Grant is right. Mr. Foreman, you really have to be short to walk with Liam because he’s fast and he’ll try to get away. Come on Liam, let’s go walking.”

Liam immediately clamped onto her hand and took off, forcing her to walk very quickly to keep up with him. Chloe was much shorter than Miles and even she was a little bent over to reach Liam’s hand.

“Oh, I see what she means. So what is the nefarious plot, to sabotage the US so Australia wins?”

“Something like that. Bob’s teased me about spying for Australia since we lived in Michigan.” Ian said, noticing that Harry was looking a bit put out at losing his worshipper. “Grant, can you nudge Harry over here?”

“One mobile baby coming up.” Grant said, giving the stroller a little push.

Ian reached out to stop it then turned it so Harry could see more things. “So Miles, have they distributed the goodies yet?”

“That’s tomorrow I think. Hey, Anna’s really excited about staying with you guys and wants to know if you’re sharing the cooking or mostly eating out?”

“We’re eating breakfast in, packing our lunches to the venue and trying to find something decent in Brooklyn for dinner.”

“They’re letting people bring food into the venue?” Grant asked.

“No but there’s a great park nearby so I figured we’d take the ice chests and leave them in the bus.”

“We’re taking the bus?” Pieter asked. “I thought we’d use the subway.”

“Gwen already hooked us up with a parking pass. With the amount of stuff the boys need I can’t imagine hauling all that around on the subway.”

“You’re taking the boys?” Miles asked.

“Okay, this is not a press conference. Yes, the boys are attending Michael’s events because I don’t want my sons asking me why they weren’t there when their Daddy swims in the Olympics. Of course, I could always tell them that leaving them in a house ten miles away was the idea of their Uncles Grant and Pieter.”

Pieter and Grant exchanged a long look with much eyebrow action before Grant turned back to Ian. “We get that you want the boys to be there but that’s going to be a very long day for them. Wouldn’t it be better to only bring them to the evening events after they’ve had a nice quiet day? Pieter and I will go back to the house with you and help you after the morning heats. That way, we’re not all sitting in a hot bus in the middle of a parking lot all afternoon.”

“Plus, we’ll all get a chance to relax before heading back to the venue and eat a decent meal. Grant and I will even make lunch and we promise to help haul everything although you shouldn’t need as much stuff if it’s only for the evening.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me, Babe.” Michael said from behind Ian.

Ian whipped around and looked up, “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” Michael said as he came around and sat down next to Ian. “As much as I hate to admit that Grant and Pieter are right, it would be a very long day for the boys and you.”

“But we can’t leave Gail alone with the boys all day then expect her to come along in the evenings too.”

“So we hire a second temporary helper to come in for the mornings if Gail thinks she needs it. Ian, I don’t want you to end up more exhausted at the end of this Olympics than the ones you competed at.”

Ian stared down at his hands for a moment before looking back up at Michael. “This is you spoiling me again, isn’t it?”

“If that’s what it will take to get you to agree, then yes it is.”

“All right then. Thank you, Michael.” Ian said, putting his hand on Michael’s thigh and leaning in to kiss him.

A minute later, they were still kissing and Grant tapped Miles on the shoulder. “Do you see what happened there? It was all our idea yet you see who is getting the credit?”

“Uh, do you necessarily want that kind of gratitude from Ian?” Miles asked, trying not to stare. It wasn’t that it freaked him out to see two men kissing; he just never saw Ian and Michael kiss like that in public before. Not even at their wedding. “Ahem. So I hear you guys bought a house?”

“Daddy! Papa!” Chloe yelled as she ran over. “Coach said I could watch practice next week.”

Michael reluctantly ended the kiss and turned to Chloe. “Bob said that?”

“Uh huh. Can I?”

“Um. Chloe? Where’s Liam?” Ian asked, looking a little dazed.

“Coach has him. That’s okay right?”

“Yes, that’s okay. Where’s Bob?” Michael asked.

“He’s letting Liam help him pick out something for lunch. See? They’re right over there.” Chloe answered, pointing to the food service line where Bob was walking along, Liam on one hip while he pushed a tray on the rails.

“Is Bob talking to him?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, he really likes Coach’s voice.”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to call him ‘coach’. He said you could call him Bob.”

“But he’s going to be my coach at Michigan.” Chloe said. “So can I go to practice?”

“I suppose but it’s up to Bob which-” Michael stopped speaking as Chloe gave an excited squeak and hugged him hard.

“Thanks Daddy!” Chloe yelled over her shoulder as she headed back to Bob.

“She’s already planning to go to Michigan?” Miles asked

“Oh no. She’s not allowed to go to Michigan. There are boys there.” Michael said, reaching to unbuckle Harry. “Hey, Harry. How’s my baby?”

“Da! Go?”

“Yes, we’re going upstairs.”

“To your room?” Ian asked as he stood up.

“Hell no. I can’t even swing a picture of a cat in there. We’re going up to the lounge down from my room and you can each individually tour it while I wait outside.”

“It can’t be that small. Now let’s see if I can reclaim our other children from Bob’s strange spell.”

&&

Ian walked in to the lounge and sat down. “All right. It is that small. I was wrong. Good lord is it small.”

“I told you. Jamey, tell Papa that I told him.”

“Pa!”

“That’s a good boy.”

“Why are you in such a small room?”

“Because he’s the only one who doesn’t have to share and now he won’t be keeping anyone else awake at night when he’s making kissy kissy with you on the phone.” Bob said as he sat on the floor, playing peek-a-boo with Robbie.

“I’ve never made kissy kissy with Ian on any phone.”

“Yeah right.” Bob said before picking up Robbie’s foot. “Where are Robbie’s toes? Here they are!” Robbie thought that was the best thing ever, clapping his hands and giggling as Bob pretended to nibble.

“Man, it’s a good thing none of the newbies can see this or they would be totally over their fear.” Miles commented as he played with Jamey.

“That’s why the door is closed.” Bob said as he snagged Liam and started trying to teach both boys how to say ‘Bob’.

&&

An hour later, Michael walked them out to the bus and helped load the boys in, giving them each a kiss before hugging Chloe as Pieter and Grant got settled.

He stepped out onto the pavement and wrapped his arms around Ian, who was handing over his email address to Miles.

“Just tell Anna to email and we’ll work stuff out. You’ll be too busy to act as a go between for long.”

“Thanks, Ian. Catch you inside, Michael.” Miles said with a wave before heading back to the dorm.

“Babe, you know what we’re going to do after the Olympics?”

Ian twisted around and hooked his fingers in Michael’s belt loops. “What?”

“We’re going to lock ourselves in our room for three days.”

“Oh really? And what will we be doing for all that time?”

“Wallpapering.”

Ian snickered, “Is that what we’re going to call it now?”

“Works for me. I miss you so much and it’s only been a day.”

“I miss you too, love.”

They exchanged a couple of long kisses then parted when the horn sounded behind them.

“I guess that’s our cue, huh?”

“I guess it is. You still want us to come down on Saturday?”

“Yes I do. Maybe we can go out to dinner.”

“With the boys?”

“We’ve got to start sometime and the Spaghetti Warehouse is child friendly.”

“You do like living dangerously. Okay it’s a date. Call me tonight?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

&&
June 15, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Michael walked into the meeting area six minutes early and took a seat down front near a couple of swimmers he sort of recognized. He saw two them get up and move several seats down but just rolled his eyes. Yeah, he knew those two. They were the jokers at the Trials who thought homosexuality was a disease and he was pretty sure the blond guy had been the one who ‘thoughtfully’ left anti-gay literature in his locker.

“Um. Hi Michael.” One of the girls said, smiling shyly.

Michael nodded at her, “Hi.”

“I’m Denise and this is Charlene.” She said, waving her hand at her friend. Denise looked like she was going to continue but didn’t as she noticed the coaches coming into the room.

Bob strode to the podium and pulled out is clipboard. “We have the training schedule for next week and we’ll be posting it in the hall near the elevators on the first floor. Sheila’s got copies for each of you that she’s handing out now. Before we start, the team photo has been rescheduled from next week to the following week on Monday, June twenty fifth. The uniforms and other stuff is here, Dave and Tony will be handing it out as you leave this meeting. Try everything on today and bring back whatever doesn’t fit by tomorrow morning or you might not get replacements. From here on in, you’re to wear the official uniform of the day during practices and meetings. Any questions?”

The blond guy raised his hand then rose. “Coach?”

“Yes Tillman?”

“Why are Phelps and Foreman getting special training sessions next week? That’s not fair.”

“Not that it’s any of your business Tillman but they both have a previous commitment next week. This means all of you get special training while they’re not here and from the looks of your splits, you’re one of the ones who can really use it. Any more questions?” Bob asked pleasantly as Tillman turned red and sat back down.

“Now, speaking of split times…”

Michael shifted uncomfortably through the rest of the meeting, not liking the looks he was getting from Tillman and his crony. After the meeting, he got up and headed for the table in the back where two of the assistants were handing out the gear. He purposefully walked a little quicker to avoid any chance he’d be standing near Tillman or – Atchison. That was the redhead’s name.

“Michael, how’s it going?” Tony asked genially as he started checking tags on the bags in front of him.

“Not bad, Tony. How are Kris and the kids?”

“Good. Tony Junior’s going to be a freshman in high school next semester. Can you believe it?”

“No and that makes me feel very old, Tony.”

“You? What about me? How are your kids? I heard they were here yesterday but I was out at the pool.”

“Good. They’ll be here tomorrow again around three.”

“I’ll try to catch up with you then. Ah, here’s your stuff. I’m not even going to give you the spiel.”

“Thanks, Tony.” Michael said, as he hoisted the bag over his shoulder, thinking it was unusually heavy.

He tromped up to his room via the stairs and tossed the bag on the bed to start unloading it. Geeze, ten t-shirts? Did they not expect people to do laundry? The warm up suits were kind of ugly but he liked the swim suits so it wasn’t all bad. Flip flops, hats, jackets, pants. Damn, more t-shirts? Three pullovers, another jacket, socks and hey, the official guide of conduct.

He closed his door and stripped down, trying on one of everything and sorting stuff into laundry loads. There was no way he was wearing the stuff without washing it. He folded up the jackets and stuff that wasn’t washable to take to a dry cleaner and shoved the rest in his bag to go find the laundry room.

As he walked down the hall, he saw many of the others coming up and wondered what took them so long. Miles was also in the group and stopped when he saw Michael.

“Are you done already?”

“Yeah. I’m heading downstairs.”

“I’ll meet you down there. Save me a washer.”

“Okey dokey.”

&&

Miles came down twenty minutes later, carrying his own bag and dumped out all his stuff. “Hey did you bring detergent?”

“Of course, help yourself. Remember trying to do laundry in New Zealand and how Aaron broke out after he used that stuff Crocker bought?”

Laughing, Miles nodded. “God, I thought Crocker was really going to tape Aaron’s hands up.”

“I know. Although it was kind of icky watching Aaron scratch himself like that.”

“Yeah, too bad he washed his undies first.” Miles said with a snicker.

“So what was the big hold up with everyone getting their stuff earlier?”

“Uh. Well okay, you’ll probably hear about it anyway. Vince Atchison asked if his bag was anywhere near your bag. Tony asked why it mattered. Vince said that he didn’t want any of his stuff near ‘the fag’s stuff’. Well Tony got a bit ticked but Melanie totally went off on Vince. Told him if he didn’t want to be near fags he’d better drop of the team because you weren’t the only gay person here.”

“Who is Melanie?”

“She swims the 800m. Tall, dark hair. Always on the phone talking to her girlfriend. Then Brent got in right behind Vince and said, ‘Yes, we are all around and we don’t appreciate your attitude, Ass Kissing.’ You should have seen Vince’s face. Brent told me later that Evan, his boyfriend, went to college with Vince and that’s what everyone there called the jackass. Of course, the coaches where all still in the room and just as Bob came over, Tony said, ‘Man, you better hope everything fits because you don’t want the brother of a gay person ordering stuff for you’.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. Colby was standing next to Vince looking really self-righteous until he saw how people were looking at him and Vince; then he just grabbed his bag and skulked away leaving Vince all alone. It was just beautiful.” Miles said with a beatific smile as he loaded a washer.

“I can’t believe Vince said that, out loud I mean.”

“He did and then while Bob’s standing there, someone else tells Vince that her mom is gay and then another person says that his sister’s gay and people all start listing anyone they know who is gay but the best part is when Riley asks if Vince also has problems with Blacks or Jews since he’s both. Well, Vince is trying to talk but man, there’s no way to come back to all that.

“Bob is just standing there watching everything?”

“Well once Vince started to talk Bob just holds his hand up and says, ‘I don’t want to hear it. I don’t know what you said but if you’re not here to swim you’re wasting my time. Anything you say right now is only going to make it worse so take your stuff and go to your room. Everyone else, go try your stuff on and we’ll discuss this later.’ You know, for two guys who are alternates, they’re really pushing their luck.”

“Wow, that’s quite a way to make friends and influence people.” Michael said mildly, still not sure how he felt about what Miles was telling him.

“Hey, you weren’t the only person they were assholes to and every one saw them get up when you sat down. Colby was shooting his mouth off yesterday about the room assignments and thought it was preferential treatment that you got your own room. Steve told him to shut it and only open it when he had something important to say.”

“Which Steve?”

“Backstroke Steve.”

“Oh. He’s got that great kick.”

“Hey guys!” Denise said as she came in with a laundry basket. “Are there any washers left?”

“There’s ten or so.”

“Awesome, then I got down here before the rush. Did you guys see the sweat suits? What drugs to they give the people who picked that out?”

“Michael, is there a drug that makes people make bad fashion decisions?” Miles asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“Hey, that’s right. You’re a doctor! Do you get to prescribe stuff and all that?”

“No, I’m a DPT. Doctor of Physical Therapy.”

“That’s a three year program?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, that that’s not nearly as intimidating as you finishing med school since the last Olympics. Uh. Not that your degree isn’t as good as a medical degree. Wait!” Denise said, looking panicked.

Michael just laughed. “I know what you meant and I hear it all the time from Pieter since he’s a ‘real’ doctor.”

“Whew!” Denise wiped her brow with a t-shirt before throwing it into a washer. “Now you’re just an incredibly good looking guy with a cute husband, adorable kids and more medals than any other human. Much easier to deal with.”

Miles watched as Michael’s neck then his face and then the rest of his head turned beet red and fell out laughing. “Denise, hee! I think you’ve embar- embar- hee!”

Denise and Michael watched as Miles bent over, holding onto his stomach and laughing even more at the looks on their faces.

“Michael, should we maybe stop him? He could hurt himself.”

“Nah, he’ll be okay. He’s got this medical condition and he’s getting treatment but it’s very sad. They say he only has seventy or so years to live.” Michael said gravely, shaking his head.

“Gee, do you think we should hold a telethon or something?” Denise asked with a grin.

“They tried that but unfortunately the only people who donated where elderly Chinese women in Beijing who thought he was cute; desperate but cute.”

Denise jumped up on the folding table. “Oh, that sounds like a story.”

“It is. Way back in 2008, there was this young guy named Miles who trusted his team members to such a degree that he fell asleep the bus. He knew those fine fellows would never let him sleep right through getting off at their stop. So he ends up thirty miles down the road when the bus; which wasn’t even the bus he should have been on, comes to the end of its route. Since his trusty fellow team members had been kind enough to hold Miles’ cell phone and he was in China, he had quite a time trying to get back to the village. Oh, that was good times.”

“Hey! I had no idea that Aaron and Crocker would do that. They told me to go ahead and rest my eyes.”

“Miles, did you not realize something was wrong when they didn’t get on the bus with you? Or that there were no other athletes on there either?”

“I was tired! And it was your entire fault!” Miles said, pointing at Michael.

“How was this my fault? Didn’t you learn anything when they told you not to look at me or Ian would beat you up? Was that not an indicator of what they’re like?”

“Yes but you didn’t specifically warn me about them like a good roomie would. Denise, wouldn’t you warn your roommate about such things?”

“Hopefully I wouldn’t need to be warned about Ian and Aaron, especially if I went to the same university they did. I went to Notre Dame and even I heard about those two.”

“Ha! Therefore I win this one!” Michael announced as his washers stopped. “And I’m going to be the first one done with my laundry.”

&&

June 16, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

“Bob, do you have a minute?”

Bob looked up from his stat book to see Michael standing in the doorway of his temporary office. “Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m not going to be at practice tonight.”

“I see. Is this related to why you swam like crap this morning?”

“Uh yeah. Um. Pieter called me this morning. Ian, Chloe, Ken and the boys are sick; he thinks it’s a mild case of food poisoning but I’m worried. Diarrhea is very dangerous for children.”

“How bad is it?”

“Runny stool and cramps with a side of vomiting. They thought it was just the boys but then Chloe, Ken and Ian came down with it too. There was a cricket match yesterday so it might be something they all ate there. I just want to go home and make sure they’re all going to be okay.”

“All right. I’ll see you Monday night if you don’t come back tomorrow. Just try to get in some swimming at some point, okay?”

“I will. Thanks Bob!”

&&

The drive home seemed to take three times longer than normal despite the relatively light Saturday traffic as Michael ran various scenarios through his head. He didn’t want to think the worst but Pieter had been so vague and Ian hadn’t even answered his cell phone or returned the message Michael left.

The minute the car stopped moving; Michael got out and went inside only to have his nose assaulted by the most horrible smell. He immediately spotted the garbage can, which was overflowing with diapers and decided to take care of that before going to find his family because that smell wasn’t going to help anyone with a tender tummy.

The trash out, he went into the family room and spotted Margaret napping on the couch. Well he hoped she was napping. He checked her forehead and pulse and she didn’t budge so he figured she was exhausted and not sick. He let the dogs out, refilled the pet bowls and let them in again before heading into the downstairs suite.

Ken was in the bedroom sleeping but looking very drawn and slightly feverish. His water bottle was empty and after a quick check of the bathroom, Michael found out he was also low on toilet paper. So he took care of those items and tidied things up a bit before going upstairs.

The boys were also asleep surprisingly and Pieter was napping on a cot pushed up against the closet. Again there was a full trash can and an ice chest next to it with several bottles floating in watery ice. Michael put the trash in the hall then carried the ice chest out. He pulled out the bag and almost heaved at the odor that slammed up at him. They had several Diaper Genies so he went in and found that those were full too. Ew. Normally he could take even one of Jamey’s monster diapers but that smell was just evil.

The trash done, he got the ice chest downstairs and dumped out the water, refilling it quietly and making up more bottles of the electrolyte replacement before hauling it all back upstairs and just as quietly putting it back.

When he peeked in the master bedroom, he saw Chloe and Ian sharing the bed. Again, both were sleeping but still a bit feverish. The bathroom was nasty and it looked like someone had missed the toilet so he got out the cleaning supplies and took care of it. Geeze, no wonder everyone looked exhausted; it must have been a hellish twenty-four hours.

Again, he found empty water bottles and full trash cans, although no diapers in this room, so he took the trash down then came back with fresh water. Then he wet some wash clothes and wiped down the skin he could reach on both of them.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah baby.”

“Are you really here?”

“Yep. I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night. Are you feeling any better?”

“Uh huh. That feels really good.”

“I’m glad. Want to roll over so I can do your back?”

“Uh. I don’t wanna move.”

“Okay, here I’ll help a little.” Michael said, as he raised her up to a sitting position, raised her t-shirt and wiped her back. “Better?”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Eh. A little I guess.”

“How about a little water then I’ll come back with soup.”

“Okay.”

Despite her words, Chloe guzzled down the water before lying back down. “Is Papa okay?”

“He’s sleeping so I guess so. I also checked on the boys and Granda. It looks like you’re all feeling better or at least, not feeling so sick any more.”

“Uh huh. I’m tired.”

“I know baby. Here’s Hans so why don’t you get some more sleep?”

“o-” Just like that, she was asleep again and Michael was really beginning to wonder how sick they’d all been.

He straightened up the room and went back downstairs after knocking lightly on Gail’s door and getting no answer. He hoped she was in there resting and not sick too. In the kitchen he unloaded and loaded dishwasher then washed the rest of the stuff in the sink by hand.

Next up was finding the chicken stock in the freezer, getting it into a pot in the stove and peeling some potatoes. BRAT diets were fine well and good but caregivers had to be hungry. Hey, where was Grant? He picked up the phone and dialed next door but didn’t get an answer. Grant’s cell went straight into voice mail so he figured he’d get the food going then run over and check on him.

He was just getting some chicken out of the freezer when the back door opened and Grant and Gail came in with a couple of bags of groceries each.

“Michael, what are you doing here?” Grant asked, looking tired and haggard.

“I ran away from swim camp. You guys went shopping?”

“Yeah, we were going to make soup but it looks like you’ve got a start on it.” Gail said. She didn’t look as haggard but her body language indicated how tired she was when she sat down in a slump.

“Good. Did you guys get- ah chicken. That’ll work. You two look bad. Why don’t you go get some rest?”

“I’m not going to argue. There are diapers in this bag and some creams for diaper rash. All the boys have a touch of it. I’m going up to bed; call me if you need me.”

“Gail, wait. Have some crackers and cheese first. You’re probably starving and you’ll just wake up worse.” Michael said, nodding to the tray on the counter as he put things away.

The food didn’t last long as both Grant and Gail admitted they hadn’t eaten since the crisis began. “There just wasn’t time.” Grant said between bites.

“I saw the garbage cans. How bad was it?”

“The boys were just miserable. They must have gone through a hundred diapers since last night. It was definitely something at the Cricket Club.” Gail said, yawning as she took the bottle of water Michael offered her.

“They all ate the fruit salad. Margaret skipped it because it had strawberries in it but we think that’s what caused this. Pieter called the health department and whoever he spoke to said they already had ten reports. I’m just glad we didn’t have to take anyone to the hospital; Pieter was really worried around four am but we kept pouring fluids down them. We even ran out of the electrolyte stuff Margaret made so I went out at six and got the Pedialyte.”

“Well you must have done something right because everyone is sleeping; the boys didn’t even need diaper changes.” Michael commented as he added the chicken to the now boiling pot.

“Thank god because there were only two left.”

“What’s going on? Michael, what are you doing here?” Margaret asked, coming into the kitchen still looking tired.

“I’m here because you all need your rest. Margaret, let me make you some tea and get more crackers and cheese. The soup won’t be ready for a while but you’re probably as hungry too.”

“I’m starving actually. Thank you dear.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night or didn’t come earlier. Pieter said-”

“Pieter said everything was under control; that’s what he was supposed to say because we were handling it at that point. Then the second round hit. That was when we all started getting a bit frazzled. Things calmed down around twelve. I’m going to go home and shower. I’ll come back in a half hour and sack out in one of the guest rooms.” Grant said as he finished his water and got up. He walked over and patted Michael’s cheek saying before he left, “We all know how important your training is, mate. I’m glad you’re here but don’t eat yourself up that you weren’t here earlier.”

Michael thought that over as he made a pot of tea and brought a cup over to the table, getting out the lemon and sugar for Margaret. “Here you are. Gail, did you want a cup?”

“No thanks. I’m heading up to take a shower now that I have a little burst of energy. Thanks for the snack; you were right. I almost forgot how hungry I was.”

Gail walked out and Michael busied himself chopping up veggies and adding them to the soup.

“What are you making?”

“Um, chicken soup and mashed potatoes.”

“Need any help?”

“You want to cut up some carrot sticks? I figure the boys can have the potatoes, carrots and some of the yoghurt that Gail and Grant bought. I’ll make cheese potato toast for Ian, Ken and Chloe. The soup’s for the rest of us unless the invalids are up for it. Are you sure you don’t want to nap some more?”

“I’m fine, Michael. I was able to sleep off and on through the night so I’m not as bad off as everyone else.”

“How bad was it?”

“I won’t lie. It was pretty bad. The boys were whining and carrying on and setting a really bad example for the children.”

Michael nodded then looked at her. “You’re talking about Ian and Ken?”

“Oh yes. Ken’s always been a rotten patient and Ian was moaning in between running to the bathroom. He kept trying to take care of the babies until Chloe got sick too. That’s when Pieter exiled him to the master bedroom. Grant kept an eye on them while fetching for Gail and Pieter in the babies’ room.”

“Well we’re incredibly lucky you were all here and not sick either. Have you ever been grateful that you were allergic to strawberries?”

“Not until now.”

&&

The boys woke up before anyone else, a little cranky but well on their way to recovery. Pieter woke up while Margaret and Michael were changing diapers and giving baths and so he helped carry the little ones downstairs for a light dinner.

They all felt a little better once the boys started eating their carrots and potatoes with hearty appetites. Pieter nodded approvingly at the yoghurt Michael was distributing into small bowls.

“That should go a long way in getting them back on track. How is their diaper rash?” Pieter asked. “And where’s Grant?”

“Still there but it doesn’t look so bad. We should let them air out later. Grant’s upstairs napping but he brought some clothes over for you.”

“Airing is a good idea and I’ll go shower later.” Pieter said as he took a spoon and slid Harry’s high chair closer. “Hopefully, they’ll eat this like they normally do.”

“They do like their yoggie.” Margaret said, getting ready to feed Robbie.

“Yoggie!” Jamey exclaimed, suddenly looking interested. “Yoggie Da!”

“I have yoggie right here, Jamey.” Michael said patiently, dipping a spoon into the bowl and offering it to Jamey who eagerly gobbled it down.

“Da yoggie me.” Liam demanded, pounding a little hand on his tray.

“Yep. Got you too.” Michael said, picking up another spoon with his left hand. He’d gotten some practice at feeding two boys at once and knew that he’d better give Liam some yoghurt before Jamey got more or there would be trouble.

“It’s amazing that you and Ian can do that. I’ve tried using both hands but more ended up on their faces than in them.” Margaret said as she was kept busy trying to keep up with Robbie.

“It was either learning to do it or suffer the tears. We hate hearing them cry and we’ve been lucky that they’re all pretty easy going.”

“They are good little babies,” Pieter agreed. “I think the main problem with having a sick child is that the child doesn’t understand that they are sick. You feel helpless, the child feels hopeless and it’s very frustrating. It was very interesting last night when Ian was so sick, the boys seemed to find that more distressing than their own illness; especially the projectile vomiting. That’s why I made Ian stay out.”

“Ian was vomiting?”

“Oh yes. He was changing Robbie and just made it to the trashcan. I think he made things much worse on himself by not being sensible and going to bed.”

“It’s not surprising. Remember when he got that cold? I think the only reason he stayed away from the children then was to keep them from getting it.” Margaret said, “Oh Robbie, you are such a good boy. You’ve eaten all your yoggie!”

“Mo?”

Margaret looked at Pieter and Michael. “What do you think?”

“They did skip several meals and he really didn’t eat much of the carrots.” Pieter said, looking at Michael.

“Grant and Gail bought several cartons so we’re okay if he wants more. You want me to get it?”

“No, I’ll do it. You’ve got your hands full there.”

The boys all had second helpings and then spent a little time chasing Jell-O around on their trays while the adults cleaned up and ate their own meal of soup and cheese potato toast. After the babies were settled into their corner of the family room with sippy cups of Pedialyte, Margaret went to check on Ken and shower while Pieter went upstairs to look in on Ian and Chloe before getting a shower himself.

Ten minutes later, Michael heard showers running in the house but was busy taking little bodies into the bathroom. No poo but plenty of pee; that was a good sign although Michael was faintly amused at himself at how happy that made him.

He’d already prepped the play area so any accidents would be easy to clean up and let Liam loose without a diaper before snagging Jamey and repeating. He left their shirts on since the house was a little cool but the boys were all happy to be butt naked and he couldn’t resist taking some pictures.

“Daddy?”

“In the family room.”

Chloe came in looking much better and definitely more awake as she curled up next to Michael. “I’m hungry.”

“I’m glad to hear that sweetie. Will you keep an eye on the nudists while I make something for you?”

“Okay. Where are their diapers?”

“They have some diaper rash and air is good for that. Is Papa awake?”

“Uh huh. He said he’d be down after his shower. What’s for dinner?”

“Cheesy potato toast and soup, unless you want something different. There’s also carrots.”

“That sounds good. Can I have green beans too?”

“Of course you can. How did I get so lucky to have a daughter who loves veggies?” Michael asked as he kissed her forehead and got up.

In the kitchen, he made up double servings of the cheese potato toast (a thin layer of mashed taters on wheat toast, sprinkled with cheese and stuck under the broiler for a minute or two to melt the cheese) and brought in a tray to Chloe who was smiling at the boys’ antics.

“Thanks Daddy. Robbie hit Jamey with a pillow and you should have seen his face with Jamey smacked him back. Guess he didn’t know Jamey could hit him back.”

“It’s about time I suppose. Do you mind watching them for a couple of minutes more while I go check on Papa?”

“Okay. Will you hand me the camera?”

“Sure.” Michael put in next to her and went upstairs. The bed was empty and he found Ian under the water.

“Ian? You okay?”

“Yes. Wait. What are you doing here?”

“I ran away from swim camp. You need help getting out?”

“Uh yes please. I’m a little weaker than I thought I was.”

Getting Ian out and dried was just a matter of leverage, as was getting him into a pair of sweats and a comfy shirt.

“Are the children okay?”

“Yes dear. The boys are running around naked downstairs; they ate mashed potatoes and carrots followed by double helpings of active yoghurt and some Jello jiggles. Chloe’s eating her dinner and keeping an eye on them.”

“It’s dinner time?” Ian asked as he processed that information.

“Near about; it’s four fifteen. Give me your foot. Are you hungry?”

Ian put his foot up so Michael could put a sock on it. “Yes. Is Dad okay?”

“He was still sleeping but your mom’s in there. Hopefully he’s also hungry. The other foot, please.”

“I feel really wretched. Did Pieter call you home?” Ian asked as he complied.

“No baby. He said everything was fine but my spidey senses were tingling so I came anyway. I just tidied up and made dinner; you all got the worst of it. Ready to go downstairs?

Ian stood up slowly and Michael helped him walk, looking worried at how weak Ian was. “I’m okay, really Michael. I just haven’t eaten for twenty four hours and you know how much fuel people our size need.”

“Well I’m going to take care of that. Soup and cheesy potato toast are ready to go with green beans and carrots.”

“Do I also get Jello jiggles?” Ian asked once they made it to the first floor.

“Only if you’re a good boy and eat all your food.”

&&

June 18, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Michael straightened his tie and adjusted his suit coat, brushing off a stray cat hair from the lapel. “How do I look, Chloe?”

“You look nice, Dad.” Chloe said as she looked up from helping Liam stack blocks.

“Thank you.” Michael replied before sticking his head out into the foyer, “Ian would you-? Whoa. Nice suit Baby.”

Ian skipped down the stairs, clad in a wonderful gun metal gray Armani suit, blinding white shirt and red tie. “Thank you love. The pants are a little loose, though don’t you think?” Ian asked as he pulled the suit coat back and pulled out the waist band.

“Hm. A little. Is that from being sick?”

“I don’t think so although I did buy this suit on our trip to Rome. Honestly I thought I’d gain weight after the boys were born but I suppose not. Guess I shouldn’t have gone up a size.”

“Geeze! Ian, you had me all worried.”

“What? Oh. Sorry.” Ian said, giving Michael a little kiss in apology. “Are we ready to go?”

“Yes. Gail’s in the kitchen with Jackie and Dad. Your parents and Grant and Pieter are already in the car.”

“Okay then. Chloe, thank you for volunteering to help with the boys. I’ll be back later tonight.”

“You’re welcome Papa. Good luck.” Chloe said as she returned his kiss and Michael’s.

Finally they made it to the car ten minutes later, Ian complaining all the way.

“Really Michael, you didn’t have to drag me out.” Ian said with a pout as he got in the passenger seat.

“Yes I did. We’re supposed to be at the courthouse in forty minutes and we’ll need to find parking. Mom and Ryan said they’d meet us there.”

“All right but the boys are very particular.”

“Gail knows that.”

“Michael, Ian please stop it. I know you’re both nervous but picking on each other won’t help.”

“Yes, Mum.”

“Okay, Margaret.”

Ian waited until his mother wasn’t looking and stuck his tongue out at Michael.

“I saw that! Don’t make me come up there and spank you Ian. You may be thirty but you’ll never be too old.”

“Margaret, spanking Ian is Michael’s job now.” Ken said mildly then flushed when Pieter and Grant started laughing. “Oh hush you two. You know what I meant.”

“Heh, no we don’t. Why don’t you explain it?” Grant asked.

“I am not thirty. Mum, I am not thirty!” Ian said indignantly.

“You will be soon.”

“But I’m not yet. Once I am thirty, I will accept it gracefully but until then, I’ll thank you to remember I’m only twenty-nine.”

“Ian, turning thirty isn’t so bad.” Michael said.

“Oh, really Mr. I’m-turning-twenty-seven?”

“Yeah at least when I’m thirty, people won’t give me this look for having five kids. You don’t know how aggravating that is.”

“Since I don’t look anywhere near thirty, I certainly do know.”

The squabbling continued through the drive and the parking process. Once the car was turned off and everyone was out, Michael reached over and wrapped his hand around Ian’s, pulling him close.

“I love you, Ian.”

“I love you, Michael.”

“You don’t look really happy about that.”

“I was going to say it first. It was my turn.” Ian said, sticking his lower lip out as far as it would go.

Michael grinned. “Okay then, let’s erase the last minute and try it again.”

“I love you, Michael.”

“I love you too, Ian.”

&&

The road outside the courthouse was jammed with TV satellite vans and miscellaneous media flotsam and Ian for one was glad that Carl had given them pointers on using the super-secret entry via a not so obvious parking garage.

As he looked out the window, he could see the people surging like wheat in a windy field as a car stopped at the curb and someone in a suit was let out. The surge went the other direction when the media realized it wasn’t anyone connected to the case.

“You think they’re waiting for us?” Michael asked, coming up behind him.

“I don’t know. I can’t believe the number of reports and such down there.”

“I can. Hey, are there Australian channels down there too?”

“Yes, the ABC and Channel Seven I think.”

“Huh. Hey, guess what I have?”

“What?”

“The petition to change Chloe’s name. Carl left it with Rudy and all we have to do is sign it and drop it off.”

“That’s wonderful! She’s going to be so happy.”

“I think so too. The bailiff told me where we need to go, are you ready?”

“I guess.”

&&

Grant, Miles, Ian and Michael had just gotten settled in the drab waiting room when Rudy Broward, the ADA assigned to prosecute came in with Mr. Blankenship. They made the round of introductions and handshakes and Rudy sat down.

“Um, aren’t you supposed to be in the courtroom about now?” Miles asked.

“Yes but I want to give another shot at a plea agreement. Now, just hear me out. Steve’s not even twenty years old; it’s obvious that he has some extreme impulse control issues and he’s still obsessive regarding you, Ian. I’m concerned that we’re going to be putting this kid in a foreign prison system with no way of guaranteeing that he won’t get out in twenty years and come after you again.”

“You think all he’ll get is twenty years?” John Blankenship asked.

“He’s young, there’s a lot of international interest and he didn’t kill any of you. I know that’s a harsh statement because of the injuries he inflicted but it’s the truth.”

“What’s the plea agreement now?” Michael asked.

“Steve will plead guilty to all charges and he’ll be given no more than twenty-five years at Friendship. It’s a mental hospital in Western Pennsylvania. The risk is that he will be eligible for parole in ten years but only if the board at the hospital and the parole board agree to release him. You will all be notified if that happens and you can also testify then. Steve’s lawyer is taking the risk here that you’ll still be willing to be involved with this in ten years.”

“What’s the benefit for us? Especially for John? Ian and I can always move to some walled estate or hire body guards but John’s the one with permanent damage.” Michael asked.

“Steve will be making financial restitution to John in the amount of two point five million dollars. This is to forestall you filing a civil suit. It’s not as much as you’d probably get if you did sue, John, but you’d get it without waiting. A similar sized donation will be made to a charity of Ian and Michael’s choice.”

Ian sat back and ran a finger down his nose. “This money is actually coming from Steve’s parents, correct?”

“Yes. As you know his parents are very well off.”

Ian shook his head. “No. I don’t want his money not even in the form of a charitable donation. If his parents are willing to shell out five million US, it should all go to John. Neither Steve nor his parents are allowed to look like good guys here. And I don’t want anything from him in any form at all, not even a donation. That’s just another connection and that’s not a good thing to give a stalker. In fact, I think John needs ten million and a public apology from the Coburn’s precious little spawn.”

Michael’s jaw dropped. “Ian!”

“What? I’m perfectly capable of testifying and I think that’s what they’re afraid of. Steve’s lawyer probably tried to go the ‘Michael is a slut and he led Steve on’ route but no one took that bait because there’s really no one who could say that under oath without being made a fool of. So now they’re running scared.”

“Ian, Michael. I don’t really need that kind of money. I’ve got my pension and the disability pay.”

“John, you’re not able to work at a job you loved. Yes, you could probably get another job but the only reason this happened is because of Steve. Steve’s the way he is because of his parents. Blah blah, yes they’re not totally responsible for his actions but they should have stepped in when Steve’s coach told them what happened in San Diego. Did they do that? No. Steve’s dad bought him a plane ticket to the States. His mum recommended a hotel in New York. If one of your kids had done what Steve did at that meet, would you have given him all the tools to get within a hundred miles of the person he did it to and the person you knew your son had an unhealthy interest in?”

Sighing, John taped his finger on the table. “Okay. You’re right about that. They were stupid but I’m not sure about this mental hospital thing. What if he escapes? How secure is that hospital?”

“It’s very secure and it’s not a walk in the park type of hospital either. If Steve manages to get out, he’ll have a long walk to the next town.” Rudy answered.

“You need a really quick answer, don’t you?”

“Yes. They’re bringing Steve over from the holding facility. In fact, I’m surprised that the bailiff hasn’t come and got me yet.” Rudy said rising as he checked his watch. “Think if over while I go find out what’s going on.”

They all sat for a moment then Michael suddenly reached into his briefcase and took his cell phone out. “Hi Gail. How’s it going? Can I talk to my dad?” Michael waited for a minute. “Dad, hi. Yeah I know and we’ll talk about it later. Listen, can you get everyone together and go over to Grant and Pieter’s? Yes, take everyone and lock both houses down. No but I’m feeling really paranoid. Rudy just mentioned how long it was taking to bring Steve from holding. I’ll call later. Yeah. Thanks Dad.”

Michael hung up and gave Ian a look. “Can you believe Dad just noticed the boys aren’t circumcised and wanted to give me grief about it?”

“Uhm, Michael buddy. What was that about?” Miles asked, his eyes a little wide as he stared at his friend.

“I don’t know. I think it’s more likely his parents would pay to have someone break him and then haul him back to Australia then for him to break out and go to our house but it never hurts to be sure. I should have thought of that earlier and already had everyone at your house, Grant. Uh, I hope you don’t mind?”

“No of course not. And you’re right. Although why he’d go there when he knows-.” Grant shut his mouth with a snap. “Okay, your paranoia is catching because I suddenly feel the urge to get the hell out of this courthouse.”

The tension in the room rose and when the door flew open, they all jumped only to see Rudy rushing in looking very tense.

“Don’t tell us. He’s escaped.” Michael said almost casually.

“He tried. The guards weren’t quite as slow as he hoped they would be. They shot him in the leg and he kept going so they shot him in the other leg. The trial is postponed as the defendant is now in surgery. The judge already dismissed the jury and has signed a warrant for Steve’s brother David and is seriously considering charging Steve’s parents with aiding and abetting.”

“What did they have to do with this?” John asked.

“David was driving the car that smashed into the prisoner van. Thankfully, Steve was the only transportee on board since he’s in protective custody and isn’t allowed contact with other prisoners.”

“The kid is only fifteen! Where did he get a car?”

“The parents rented it I suppose. They’ll have a lot of explaining to do since David also totaled the car and broke his nose and collarbone and hurt one of the guards. I know this wasn’t the way the day was supposed to end but I’ll notify you when the judge reschedules. I’ve got to get to the office and work on charges for the rest of Coburn family. I’ll talk to you later.”

Rudy left just as quickly as he came in and they sat for a moment in silence before Ian stood up. “Right then. John, do you have a ride home?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Mindy and the kids were out in the courtroom.”

“Okay. Let’s get out of here and regroup. Let’s get the parents and get out of here. Michael, call your father. Miles call Bob and let him know what happened and that you’ll be back early.”

They walked out into the hallway and the first people they saw were Margaret, Ken, Debbie and Ryan who were not sure what was going on. While Ian explained and introduced them to John and his family, Michael and Miles made their phone calls.

Miles finished first and told Michael that Bob didn’t want them back until the planned evening session. They said good bye to the Blankenships and headed back to Chestnut Hill in two cars with everyone feeling rather subdued.

The minute the car pulled up, Chloe ran out the back door and threw herself into Ian’s arms. “Papa, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetling.”

“I was scared when Grandpa Fred told us we had to go to the Uncles.” Chloe said as she patted his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you again?”

Ian gave her a big hug, “No I didn’t even see him and I won’t have to go back for a while either so we can go down to Penn this week for your swim after all.”

Chloe pulled back and gave him a suspicious look. “Is Daddy okay?”

“I’m right here, Chloe.”

“Daddy!”

“Oh it’s too late now.” Michael said as he tweaked her nose. “I see who your favorite is.”

“Daddy, Papa’s not my favorite. I thought you went back to Coach.”

“Uh huh. I remain unconvinced.” Michael said as he moved past them. “Let’s get inside so I can revise my Christmas list.”

“Ack! No not that!” Ian said. “So Chloe, my favorite child, do you want to walk or ride in?”

“Ooh. Ride.”

&&

“Why does it seem like we’re always saying goodbye?” Ian asked as he handed Michael his briefcase.

“It sort of sucks doesn’t it? I’m hoping I can make it another two months.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake! You’re going to see each other on Wednesday. Not even forty eight hours from now.”

“Miles, how dare you question our undying love! The nerve!”

“Yeah yeah. Kiss Michael and go back inside, we’re going to be late.”

“Get in the car you uncouth American! I’ll kiss Michael when I’m-mmph.”

Michael leaned back a moment later and ran a finger over Ian’s lips. “He’s right and I don’t want to piss of Bob. I’ll call you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay. Treat your friend rudely for me, you have my permission.”

“Thanks baby. Love you!” Michael said as he jumped in the car and started it, closing the door before Ian could respond. “Heh. I love doing that to him too.”

“You guys are going to turn Anna weird, I just know it.”

“Miles, you’re so negative about things. We don’t turn people weird.” Michael said as he put the car in reverse and waved at Ian.

“Oh really? You had Bob on the floor giving your kids pony rides on his back. That is one of the clear indicators of weird.”

“I had nothing to do with that. That was Grant and Pieter telling him there was no way he could fit them all. It kicked in his competitiveness.”

“That’s another indication you know. You’ve got Grant and Pieter living next door to you. That’s like half of the Bermuda Triangle of Bizarre. I know you’re planning! You’ll get Anna convinced that Philly is a great place to live and then we’ll be buying the house across the street. I see how you two are.”

“That’s ridiculous Miles! Besides, we want Grant’s brother and Pieter’s sister to hook up and buy that place.” Michael said with a smirk.

“So I’m not good enough to live across the street? Is that what you’re saying?”
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