Chapter 42: Filling The Tank
My pup nearly just had the second panic attack of his life, and in that moment, I completely understood why Ollie had so wisely and subtly insisted I hold off on proposing last night. No matter how carefully I’d planned every detail of our journey, and no matter how magical our time had felt, this still wasn’t a vacation.
Sure, Ollie appreciated everything I’d done, and we’d shared some incredible moments, but it couldn’t erase reality: despite all my best efforts, this wasn’t a happy occasion. He was on his way to confront the man who should’ve been his greatest source of love and protection - yet instead, had become his biggest bully. This was Ollie being forced to return to the darkest corner of his nightmare.
My job wasn’t to pile on more stress by asking a giant question he wasn’t in the right place to answer. My job was to do whatever he needed, to get him through this horrifying day. For the first time on our journey, I wished Dad and Ted were here with us. We’re a family, and we should all be here standing by Ollie’s side as he faces his hardest test yet.
While we stood there, clinging to each other and struggling through the day’s first challenge, our phones buzzed in unison. Somehow, the outside world barging into our little moment of recovery made us both chuckle - no rest for the weary. But when we read our screens, we broke out in wide smiles: Dad had texted me, and Ted had done the same for Ollie, sending us their love and best wishes. Even though they weren’t with us physically, it felt like they were right here in our hearts and we knew we were in theirs.
We took a few more deep breaths and let those messages of love soak in. Then we hugged again, this time to celebrate how lucky we were to have our supportive dads. Finally, we remounted our faithful steed. Ollie decided to let me drive until we reached Ann Arbor - he knew the roads by heart from there and promised there would be no more breakdowns. If he couldn’t keep that promise, I’d be ready help him through it. Go time had very definitely arrived once again.
** Ollie’s Perspective **
I was so incredibly moved by our dads’ perfectly timed texts. Selfishly, I wished they could be here in person, but I was grateful for their support from afar. I also appreciated Corey giving me the time to recover from my sudden wave of panic by taking over driving while I regrouped. We left I-69 for Highway 60, merged onto I-94 in Jackson, and then made the all-too-short final push into Ann Arbor. Each mile we covered brought memories of my pre-Corey life rushing back, drawing me closer to my inevitable confrontation.
As we neared my, hopefully former, college town, I asked Corey to pull into one of my old favorite gas stations - yeah, I’m the type of guy who has a “favorite” gas station. And fine, I’ll admit I’ve already developed an affinity for a specific burner on our cooktop at home, too. The thought made me chuckle; maybe I really am a dog at heart. The first three months of this year were the most chaotic of my life. I was thankful for the stability and routine Corey and our dads had given me over the last three.
We got out of the Bronco - Corey headed for the restroom while I headed for the pump. I was edgy, punchy and full of nervous energy, so of course my brain decided now would be perfect for the most inappropriate inner monologue of all time: Lovingly, I opened my boy up with probing fingers, reassuring him everything would be alright. Slowly, I inserted my nozzle into his waiting hole. With gentle yet firm pressure, I slid it deep into his chute. And as I pulled my trigger, I filled his guts with my life-giving fuel. I couldn’t stop the half-hysterical giggles that bubbled up.
I finished filling my mechanical “boy” up with gas - I didn’t want to upset my father by returning my Bronco on empty - as Corey returned from the restroom to find me in a fit of uncontrollable, nervous laughter. “Ollie?! You okay?” he asked, his concern obvious as he hugged me from behind.
I was a little surprised by his hug. I tried to speak between my maybe-too-manic chuckles. “Dang, Corey. I think I’m seriously losing it. You should’ve heard what my brain just wrote about me ‘filling’ the Bronco’s tank.” I met his worried eyes and let him calm me. “I’m so happy you’re here. There’s no way I could ever face this day alone. You’re my wolf. But, you know what? Right now, I really wish Ted and Chris were here too.”
Corey’s face brightened, though I’m pretty sure he was still a little unsure about my mental state. “Funny you’d say that. I was thinking the same thing right before they texted us. Don’t worry, pup - we’ll get through this.”
He gave me a fierce hug before I made my return to the driver’s seat, heading toward the University of Michigan’s sprawling yet beautiful campus. A place I once thought I’d eventually be graduating from. Now it was a place I simply hoped I’d soon be escaping from.
Chapter 43: Dad Surprises
Parking at U. M. was so much easier when you’re a visitor and not a student! We quickly found a spot in the Thompson Street garage and made the short walk to the Union. This would be the first time I had ever used the stately old building for anything as serious as today’s confrontation. As we entered, the familiar smell of its halls gave me yet another flood of memories - not bad ones, but overwhelming all the same. Especially in my heightened nervous state, making me constantly stop myself from overreacting to everything.
Corey, my ever-vigilant nurse, immediately noticed my sudden pallor. “Ollie, just breathe, pup. We’re here together. Even if all we do is hand your keys to Richard, grab our suitcases, and walk away, it’ll all be over - and we’ll be free. If he says anything mean, you know I’ll make sure he’s the one slapped to the floor with a bloody nose this time.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “We got this, pup.” We reveled in one final hug as we reached the door to our final destination.
We stepped into the stately Michigan Room. And much like the first time I entered Corey’s house and failed to notice any details because I was too lost in his arms, I’d like to tell you how beautiful this dignified room was. I’d maybe even use the word “gravatas” again to describe its commanding presence. I’d hope to be able to describe the long stately wooden conference table at its heart, with its four high-back leather chairs on each side and one more at each end.
But I couldn’t. In that moment, I barely even registered the man setting at the head of the table, who had to be our attorney Andrew. All because, my gaze was locked onto the two men sitting on the far side of the table - Ted and Chris. We were elated at the sight of them; Corey and I rushed straight to our dads. With grateful tears falling freely, I fell into Ted’s arms first, then moved on to Chris, until we all ended up in a misty-eyed group hug.
Once we’d calmed down, and all tears were wiped away, we finally acknowledged Andrew, shaking his hand enthusiastically before taking our seats. Corey and I took the two center chairs - Chris on Corey’s other side, and Ted between me and Andrew. As thrilled as I was, I couldn’t help shooting Ted a reproachful look. “Um, Dad? I thought we discussed not having any more secret plans.”
Ted started to offer a tentative smile while looking maybe just a little guilty. While Chris, sitting farther down the table, let out a soft chuckle. “Sorry, Sport - this one’s on me. Ted warned me we might get in trouble. Believe me Ollie, things happened so quickly, we barely had time to react ourselves. I didn’t want to stress you out any more than necessary until we were sure everything would work out. Besides, we’re your dads. We needed to be here for our boy.” With that, Chris had just earned my next few tears of the meeting. At least they were also happy ones.
Before I could ask about Chris’s cryptic mention of “being sure everything would work out,” Andrew finally spoke up, his tone gentle yet firm. “You all really do make a beautiful family. I’m sorry any of you have to go through this, let alone all of you. But I think it’s wonderful that you’re all here together.” He turned to me, his concern evident. “Oliver, things might get a little rough for your father. Will you be okay with that?”
I nodded, adding quietly, “I’m fine. I appreciate your help, Mr. Bowman - especially on a Sunday.”
“Oliver, please, call me Andrew,” he insisted. “Your father didn’t leave us much of a choice. He refused to miss a workday over what he calls an ‘overblown, simple transaction.’” Andrew glanced down at the papers he’d lined up meticulously, then said, “Richard and Susan should be here in a few minutes.” I couldn’t stop an unexpected shiver upon hearing my parent’s names.
Ted and Corey immediately noticed and leaned in from both sides, wrapping me in a double-sided hug. Not to be left out, Chris added softly, “Ollie, it’s going to be okay. Let Andrew handle most of the talking - that’s why he’s here. If you do have to speak, just be straight-forward and honest. And I know it’s not in your nature, but please don’t get angry, no matter what happens. Finally…” He offered his own tentative smile. “I’m sorry pup, but be ready for a few more surprises.”
Chapter 44: Ollie’s Nightmare
The door opened while Ted and Corey were still embracing me in their shield of comfort and protection. My nightmare appeared in front of us all, in the form of my father. He towered over the table, just as impressive as I’d remembered. Looking far less handsome than I recalled - his face pinched and sour, his demeanor cold and unapproachable. By contrast, my mother looked as lovely as ever, though every bit as subservient in his presence as I’d feared.
As they took the two seats nearest Andrew, my father spoke first, his voice as cold as his stare. “Who are these people, why are they here, and what deviant display did we just witness?” Even my mother seemed taken aback.
Despite Chris’ instructions, I couldn’t stay silent. “Father,” I began, pausing to steady my voice, “these are the people who took me in and helped me when I was at my most lost and desperate.” I summoned every ounce of courage and pressed on. “They’re my family now: Dr. Chris Rainer and Mr. Ted Kern.” I nodded toward them as I named them. “They’re my - my new dads. And this,” I added, proudly slipping my arm around my Norse God’s shoulders, “this is Corey Rainer - my boyfriend, and the love of my life.”
My mother’s face registered mild horror, and she finally spoke. “Oh, Ollie. When your father told me how terribly you’d screamed at him before you stormed out - when he described all the horrible things you said and the degenerate life you had planned - I refused to believe my son could have had said any of it. Now, seeing you here in the arms of these strangers, I realize he was only trying to soften the truth to spare my feelings.”
Stunned, I managed a tight reply. “Mom, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m sorry you can’t see these men the way I do. They’re the kindest, most loving people I’ve ever met.”
Father pressed on, his voice dripping with contempt. “Did they convince you to do that to your hair? That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen, Oliver. Honestly, how far are you willing to slide down this pit of sin?”
I couldn’t hold back. “Well, Father, you inspired this haircut when I blacked out during your attempt to have me arrested. And what you call ‘sliding down a pit of sin,’ I call ‘trying to figure out how to survive and continue on with my life’ - the one you seem determined to ruin.” I noticed a flicker of shock on my mother’s face at the mention of my arrest.
Realizing my outburst, I sheepishly glanced over to Andrew, “Sorry sir, I’ll do better.”
Andrew stepped in calmly. “It’s alright, Ollie. You’re handling this well.” Then, turning to my parents, he added, “This room demands both candor and civility. I expect the two of you to remember that. We’re here to conduct our business as efficiently and politely as possible. Mr. and Mrs. Carson, you were encouraged to bring legal counsel with you. Before we proceed, I need to confirm you’re willing to continue without representation. May we go on?”
My father scoffed. “We don’t need a lawyer to sit here with us to witness my son being brainwashed by a deviant family of homosexuals. I have the legal title to that Bronco - plain and simple. Just hand over the keys so we can get out of here as quickly as possible. I can’t believe how sickening this all is.”
Andrew once again reinstated his control over the room with a confident and professional dominance, “Mr. Carson, I will again remind you to respect this room. But to your point, the title of the Bronco is not in question. That’s not even why we’re here. Still, since you decided to bring it up… While you may have the title, we know that the Bronco doesn’t belong to you.”
A weighted silence filled the room. My father’s confident posture seemed to falter, but not enough to make him concede anything. “What in our Lord’s name are you talking about? I. Have. The. Title.” He regained his sneer as he rested his case.
Andrew countered by standing up from his seat at the table’s head and walking to the door. Opening it, he said simply, “We’d like you both to come in now.” Two unexpected guests appeared at the door, their jovial demeanor cutting through the tension as they stepped into the room.
My grandparents! Well, depending on their current opinion of me, maybe just my mother’s parents, stormed the room and immediately made a beeline for me. I guess I had no reason to doubt their love. I jumped up, gratefully accepting their crushing embrace. When they finally stepped back to take in my new look, Grandma Laura couldn’t keep herself from reaching up and tousling my hair. “Ollie! Look at you! You’re all grown up! And that haircut! You’re so handsome!”
She dove in for a second hug, while Grandpa Joe patted my back gently. “Ollie, I’m so sorry we believed even a fraction of what your father told us about your abrupt disappearance from our lives. Please forgive us.” His eyes shone with unshed tears, and that alone told me he was sincere. I just wish I knew what the heck he was sincerely apologizing for.
Before I could gather more details, my grandparents turned a hard glare on my father and shot my mother a look that was filled with equal parts sadness and disappointment. Grandpa settled into the lone chair opposite Andrew, while Grandma sat next to him, leaving a chair’s gap between her and her daughter.
Once again, Andrew took the reins. “Mr. Carson, as I was saying, we’re not disputing your possession of the Bronco’s title. We’re here to discuss the civil liability lawsuit we’re bringing against you. We thought it would be appropriate for Ollie’s grandparents to witness these charges.”
He lifted his papers and stared down my father with a steady gaze. “Mr. Carson, I want to remind you that you and Mrs. Carson have waived counsel and agreed to proceed under those terms. Is that correct?”
I swear my father actually growled, but nothing like the way Corey or Chris ever would.
Andrew took that as an affirmative response and began his presentation, “Mr. Carson, our first count is Gross Negligence. You cut your son off from your support without warning. As a direct result, Oliver became homeless and was placed in grave danger.”
Richard rebuffed instantly. “That’s not true. We had an apartment set up for him weeks before he left. Everything was fine.”
“Mr. Carson,” Andrew said evenly, “This isn’t a trial, you don’t need to object, and it’s meaningless if you do. However, Ollie, would you care to explain what happened?”
I directed my respectful explanation at my father, keeping my voice level. “Well, it’s true we had an apartment lined-up. I was excited to live there. But those plans were made assuming I’d have an adult co-signer. I’m only nineteen, and most apartments won’t let a minor sign a lease alone. Believe me, I tried looking around once the initial plan fell through, but the few places willing to rent to me were either way too sketchy or priced at more than double what I could afford.”
Ted slipped a fatherly arm around my shoulders, his eyes glistening with moisture. “Sport, you know that’s one of the co-op coordinator’s responsibilities, right? The company would’ve co-signed your lease. That’s part of why we’re here.”
Looking away from my father’s continued scorn, I meekly met Ted’s - my Dad’s - devastated gaze; I offered a regretful shrug. “Ted… Dad… I’m sorry. By the time I found that out, I’d already spent more than a few nights sleeping in my Bronco. I figured if I’d made it that long, I could survive without an apartment.” I lowered my eyes. “We all know how well that turned out.”
Ted pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It’s okay, son.”
Our tender moment was cut short by my mother’s quiet rebuke - I was shocked to see it wasn’t aimed at us. “Richard,” she said, her voice tinged with disapproval, “you told me Ollie had an apartment and would be fine.”
Before my father could defend himself, Andrew laid a few sheets of paper in front of him. “We’re also including a charge of Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress. Mr. Carson, do you see this list of calls from Ollie’s phone?” He pointed. “All of these, here in early January, were Ollie trying to reach you for help with housing. You chose to ignore them.”
He pointed to another section. “And here in early February - these calls were Ollie trying to let you know he needed to stay in Texas until the fall. He had no intention of permanently keeping the Bronco, but he did need it while he was in Texas - like you assured him he was allowed to do.”
Andrew paused; his accusing gaze firmly locked on my father. “Finally, Mr. Carson, do you see this group of calls here in early March? That’s Ollie trying to reach you because he had been injured in a fight with people trying to steal his car - in the middle of the night. He urgently needed your help, and again, you chose to ignore every plea.” Our attorney’s tone was cold, etched with contempt.
But the person with the most appalled expression wasn’t Andrew - it was my mother. She let out a sharp gasp, rose from her chair, and gave my father a slap to his shoulder before rising and moving to the chair next to her mother’s, distancing herself both physically and emotionally from Father.
The silence around the table was deafening. All faces were aghast, save one. I realized that for the first time, everyone was finally hearing the complete details of my story; including the ones I’d kept to myself. Ted, Chris, and even my steadfast Norse God were wiping tears from their cheeks. Yet Andrew wasn’t even close to being finished.
He pressed on, picking up speed as though he was compelled to keep everyone’s undivided attention. “Next, we have Defamation. You had no right to report Ollie’s Bronco as stolen. By doing so, you endangered him and slandered his reputation. We can dig deeper into that if needed. And be advised: two Texas officers and their captain are ready to testify on Oliver’s behalf, as are members of the Ann Arbor police force who took your initial report.”
My father’s face had finally lost some of its defiance by now, but Andrew still forged ahead. “Mr. Carson, we also have Pain and Suffering. Ollie’s arrest was so unexpected and traumatic that he blacked out, fell, and suffered significant blood loss and a concussion, from striking his head on a rock. He had to be admitted to a local ER and required multiple stitches and time away from work.”
My mother, no longer holding back her tears, was visibly weeping. And still our attorney continued. “Finally, there’s Loss of Income and Employment. Your angry call to the U of M co-op department directly resulted in Ollie’s removal from their co-op program - and therefore, the loss of his job in Texas.”
After reciting the final atrocity, Andrew concluded, his voice steady. “We’re seeking a substantial sum in damages, Mr. Carson. The preponderance of evidence against you is significant. This is a civil case, and believe me, that’s all it takes.”
My father still appeared unmoved by the accusations that had just been leveled against him. In fact, his belligerent demeanor seemed to recover a spark of its earlier defiance. “Seriously? All of this is circumstantial and completely irrelevant. The Bronco’s title is still in my name.”
Andrew regarded him with an incredulous look. “Well, sir, if you insist on taking this to trial - and make no mistake, we are fully prepared to do so - you stand to lose considerably more than the Bronco’s value.” He paused, then added, “But I’m grateful you brought up the issue of the vehicle’s title - again.”
Flipping through a few of his pages, Andrew extracted my graduation card. “Do you recognize this card, Mr. Carson? It includes a handwritten note from you, explicitly stating the Bronco was a gift to Ollie. It meant so much to him that he kept it close during those long nights he spent sleeping in that very vehicle.”
That final remark triggered fresh tears from nearly everyone in the room - at least everyone who wasn’t my father; he sat emotionless, his face set like stone.
He refused to even glance at the card on the table. “It was a gift that was supposed to help Oliver on his journey to become a responsible young man. Not a vehicle to allow him to become a woke deviant who rebels against everything I believe in and tried to teach him.” He glared directly at me, “Oliver, by staying in Texas longer than we’d agreed, you know you were taking advantage of me. That’s not responsible behavior.”
Before I could respond, Andrew took charge again. “Let’s stay on topic. Mr. Carson, you must see what’s coming next. I don’t believe you’re a stupid man. Do you notice who else signed the card in addition to you? Well, in addition to your wife who I see you decided to sign for…”
Andrew got no further; my grandmother spoke up, her gaze meeting mine with pride and affection. “Ollie, first, and most importantly, I’m so sorry. More than you can know. Until we met your... dads yesterday, we had no idea what was really going on. The story Richard told us was drastically different from what we understand now. We only kept our silence because - according to Richard - you needed your space.” Her glare at my father was truly intimidating.
My grandfather picked up where his wife had left off. “Ollie, you know you’re our only grandchild. We did well in life and we were able to set aside plenty of money for your future. I believe your loaded Bronco Sport cost, what, $45,000?” He shot my father a hard stare. “And we contributed $35,000 of that amount.”
His glare intensified. “Dick, the Bronco isn’t yours. It never was. We’ll sue you into the ground unless you transfer the title to Ollie immediately. Hell, we’ll even give you your precious $10,000 back - we made sure to bring our checkbook.”
Before I could even begin to process what I’d just heard - let alone react - my grandmother Laura stepped in again. “Ollie, I’m so proud of you and so deeply impressed by everything you’ve accomplished.” Her gaze shifted warmly to the dads. “Chris and Ted told us how incredible you’ve been in Texas. But tell me, sweetheart, why was it so important for you to save every penny possible?”
Once more, I found myself lost and confused, but I answered as politely as I could. “Grandma, Father completely cut me off from any financial support. I know I have a nearly full-ride scholarship, but I still have books and plenty of other expenses to cover. Even living as cheaply as I can, I still need at least three or four thousand a semester. I know that sounds like a lot, but… I would’ve been able to manage it if I hadn’t lost my job.” Staring down at the table, I could feel my cheeks burning.
Apparently, Grandma Laura still wasn’t satisfied. “Ollie, my sweet boy, I understand that costs can add up, but you have more than enough money to cover your entire college career. I still can’t see why you’re so worried.”
My face must have spelled nonplussed in neon letters, because I had no idea what she was talking about. Glancing up with an utterly baffled expression, I caught my grandparents shooting a fresh glare at my father.
Andrew appeared to be content with allowing the room’s control to shift. My grandfather picked it up eagerly, fixing on my father with a pointed stare. “So, Dick, is there something you’ve conveniently forgotten to tell Ollie?”
My father’s reply was sharp. “That money was placed under my control to give to Oliver as I saw fit. Don’t forget, I contributed to it too. Since he earned his scholarships, it made more sense to keep the money safe and give it to him upon graduation - as a gift to start his new life.” A smug look crept onto his face…
…Until my grandfather spoke again. “Yes! A gift!” He slammed his fists down on the table for an emphasis to match his tone, “Just like his Bronco was supposed to be! Well, now that Ollie has no financial support coming from you, we demand you give him both the funds and the Bronco. We donated another thirty thousand dollars to that account, and you added, what, another ten thousand? That brings your total loss up to twenty thousand. Trust me, Dick, we still have you covered. Hand over his money NOW!” I’d never heard Grandpa raise his voice before.
Wait. Had I heard that right and done the math correctly? “Forty thousand dollars?” My breathing accelerated, feeling like the world was suddenly spinning out of control around me. As always, my wolf was there, his hand pressed gently against my back, sneaking a calming kiss to my cheek. “You’re doing great, pup,” he whispered into my ear. “Just keep calm and let this play out.”
My mother unexpectedly stood and spoke up. “No, Dad, it’s not a twenty-thousand-dollar loss.” As she turned to my father. “Half of that is legally mine, and I’m giving my half to my son.” She leveled him with a look I’d never seen from her before, as though she was truly seeing him for the first time in years. “And unless you want me to claim my half of everything else we own, I suggest you hand over your ten thousand as well.”
Her gaze solidified into a quiet confidence. “Richard, you’re a good man when you aren’t consumed by your religion and repulsed by anyone who doesn’t share your views. I’ve watched you deeply love your son all his life - that’s why I’ve put up with your extreme beliefs. You used to be a kind and caring father. But if you can’t accept Ollie for the wonderful man he’s become, that’s your loss. Even so, I still believe you know you should give him what’s rightfully his, and let him move on.” Tears blurred her eyes as she returned to the seat beside her mother.
Andrew took that as his cue to intervene. “Mr. Carson, do we have a deal? Or should we proceed with filing our charges and moving toward a very public trial, one I’m certain won’t end in your favor?”
I caught a look on my father’s face I’d never seen there before. I recognized it because I’d worn it once myself: betrayal and sudden defeat. Even though he’d caused me so much pain, I felt no urge to gloat. I simply understood the place he now found himself in. I had been there too. I was lucky enough to accidently meet a whole new family who helped me through it. And I suddenly considered whether or not my father even wanted help.
He finally muttered a strained, “I agree. Oliver keeps the Bronco and gets the money.”
Andrew nodded, concluding his role in our drama. “Thank you, Mr. Carson. Excellent. All that’s left is signing a few documents and setting up the transfer of funds.”
Chapter 45: The Wounded Elephant
I just sat there, surrounded by two dads, one boyfriend, two grandparents, and a surprisingly supportive mother, all celebrating on my behalf. Yet all I could manage to say was, “So… I get to keep my Bronco? And, um, I think I somehow now have forty thousand dollars?” My dads and Corey decided that was their cue to crush me in another joyous group hug, nearly squeezing me to within an inch of my currently very surprised life.
I noticed my mom tentatively edging closer to our side of the table. She offered a simple yet sincere apology and quietly asked if she could hug me. I couldn’t refuse. We both cried until we remembered there was a very dangerous, angry, and wounded elephant in the room. Andrew’s duties might be over, but mine weren’t.
I took Corey’s hand and glanced at Chris and Ted, silently confirming they were still here for me. Squaring my shoulders, I turned to face that elephant. “Father, I really need to understand: what did I do that upset you so deeply?”
He answered in a tone heavy with misplaced privilege. “Oliver, you broke my heart. I… I love you so much. Yet you chose to reject God and expected me to be okay with it. Son, I swear I tried, only because of how much I love you. You were always a good son, but every time I looked at you, knowing we wouldn’t share eternity together… it tore my heart out. There were so many nights I cried for you.”
His remorseful expression battled against the harsh words I’d just heard before, and it was simply too much for me to accept. Still, I tried to respond calmly. “Father, I appreciate that. I really do take it as a sign of how much we once loved each other. But your faith isn’t mine - it doesn’t work for me. Once I realized my truth, I swear, I gave it to you out of respect, not defiance.”
I held his conflicted gaze and continued. “If I’d have kept praying and worshipping with you, I honestly would’ve been disrespecting your beliefs, even bordering on blasphemy. I’m sorry, but it would’ve been a lie. You’ve never deserved that.”
Father wasn’t in a place that allowed him to grasp what I was trying to tell him, “Oliver, I understand you think you did right,” He actually gave me a caring look of genuine concern, “but if you’d just keep praying, I swear you’d realize I’m correct. Son, your eternal soul is at stake.”
I realized there was nothing else I could say. So, I simply spoke from my heart. “I’m sorry, Father. I can’t do that.”
Apparently that wasn’t the response he was hoping for. His face darkened, and he pressed on with a renewed intensity. “Then you had to hurt me even more by choosing homosexuality - Oliver, how could you do that? It completed your betrayal, turning your back on God and on every value I ever hoped to teach you.”
He forced himself to calm, but his voice was still taut with pain and anger. “I shouldn’t have struck you, but you can’t imagine how deeply you hurt me. Why, Son? How could you decide to live that lifestyle?”
At the mention of violence, both of my dads and my wolf moved in as close as possible. I felt surrounded by their love and protection. I knew I was supported so I chose to keep calmly explaining, “Father, it’s not a ‘lifestyle,’ and it isn’t a choice. I only told you the truth about who I am.”
My father’s scowl grew threatening. I knew that every one of my protectors were ready to jump across the table and take down my former father in an instant. I discreetly signaled my guardians that everything was under control.
And still, my misguided father pressed on. “Oliver, you here now, surrounded by these sick individuals, is exactly why I feared letting you stray so far from home. The moment you left my guidance - just as I worried - you lost every moral I tried to instill.”
I smiled and kept my voice calm, anchored by the foundation around me. “Father, these men saved me. They didn’t corrupt me. Being gay isn’t something you get to choose; it’s something you realize about yourself. The only real choice we get, is to decide to gracefully accept it and hope we find people to help guide us in living our truth.”
Trying one last time to reach him, I added, “Father. Do you understand that I could be dead by now if not for their help? Meanwhile, you reported my car stolen and cost me my job. Why?”
He shook his head, unyielding. I finally understood that my father was truly unreachable. “Oliver, I had no choice. I knew God would protect you and that I was being taken advantage of. Yet somehow, every woke liberal idiot sided with you - the police, the university, your ‘boyfriend’ and his degenerate ‘dads.’ I was the only one trying to save you, to bring you back to your senses. It’s never been about the Bronco or your job, it’s about your eternity, your faith, your real family. You chose this mistaken path, and it kills me that I can’t follow.”
I was sadly stunned, his words stung. I couldn’t believe that this was the caring man I’d grown up with. I found strength in the love on my side of the table but I still couldn’t believe what I had just realized I needed to say: “Father,” I paused, drawing resolve. “I understand that we’re on divergent paths that we’ll never reconcile. At least not today, and likely not ever. But I need you to listen closely, Father, because that was the last time I will ever call you that, Richard. And these may be the last words I ever speak to you.
“I don’t hate you. No one is conspiring against you. No one is trying to hurt you. Those are all things you’ve done to me, whether you can ever understand that or not. Richard, unlike you, I’m not going to cut you out of my life. I’m not going to validate your fears of persecution. I’m not going to leave you alone and deserted. I’ll give my new number to grandma, grandpa and it now seems, mom. But I warn you, do not use it until you understand that I have a new and wonderful life despite all the pain and suffering you’ve caused, not just to me but to my new family as well.
“Oh, and one final thing. The only people in my biological family tree who seem to care about me are grandma and grandpa Douglas. There don’t seem to be any Carsons left who do. If Corey ever proposes to me, and I know he will, um soon, I will happily say yes and I’ll be taking his last name. I don’t need to be a Carson any longer.”
I knew nothing I could say would ever appease my father’s feelings or change his mind. The last thing I noticed as we left the room, was a tear making its way down his cheek. I knew how those felt and even though he was my darkest nightmare, I felt no triumph in being the one who gave it to him.
Chapter 46: Howling in Harmony
Andrew and my parents stayed behind to handle the paperwork and sort out the money transfer, while the six of us stepped out of the Union into a suddenly beautiful radiant day. I realized I must have been mistaken earlier; I swear it had been so dark and gloomy when we’d parked. Now the sunshine felt perfectly celebratory.
The relief and elation at having aced my biggest test overwhelmed my senses. I tilted my face toward the brilliant blue sky and let out a joyful howl to the heavens, my spirit soaring. Before I could get too self-conscious, my wolf joined me. His deeper pitch blending with mine into a euphoric, harmonious duet.
Ted and Chris just laughed, while my grandparents wore bemused but charmed expressions. I chuckled at our antics, but quickly calmed my excitement to explain. “Grandma, Grandpa, sorry if that startled you. It’s kinda one of our things. I call Corey my ‘wolf,’ and I’m his ‘wolf pup.’” I paused, sheepishly. “Yeah, I know - it probably sounds weird without all the backstory.”
Grandma saved me, “Ollie, it’s cool as heck. Did you two practice that? You sound perfect together. Like two majestic wolves destined to be mates for life.” She glanced over at her husband, giving him a mock rebuke, “Why didn’t we ever learn to howl together in harmony Joe?”
Grandpa playfully shot back, “Hey, we’re still pretty good at making our own music.” I don’t remember ever seeing my grandparents kiss before. Grampa saw my astonished face, “It’s your fault Ollie. I think the love between you and Corey is affecting us all.”
We lingered there, exchanging our congratulations until I noticed my mother walking toward us as my father stormed off in the direction of the parking garage.
Catching the sadness in her eyes, I asked softly, “Mom, are you alright?”
She managed a wan smile. “Yes, Ollie. Apparently, I’m a lot better off than you were six months ago. I’m so sorry, my baby. I still can’t believe that my husband could have done any of this. I don’t understand what’s going through his head - he’s let his beliefs twist him. I never realized how distorted and disturbed his thinking had become. I’ve been a blind fool.”
Turning to my new family, she admitted, “I’m sorry, I don’t recall all your names, but you’re Corey, right?” He nodded. “Thank you, Corey, for taking care of my son when his own family deserted him. I can never repay you enough. Please believe me, I’m trying to work through my feelings,” her expression said she was trying to acknowledge the love between me and Corey, “but I am truly happy for you and my son. I wish you both all the joy in the world.”
Tears started tracing quiet paths down her cheeks. I stepped closer, wrapping her in a gentle hug. “Mom, will you be alright? Are you going home with Richard?”
She looked up at me. “Yes, Ollie, I am. But I won’t keep following him blindly. We’ll see if there’s a way to work things out. I’m also getting my own phone number, so you can reach me whenever you want or need to. I promise I won’t let you be shut out again. I love you, Oliver. And I’m so sorry.”
We held each other one last time before she turned to face her own uncertain choices waiting in the parking garage. I could only hope this wasn’t the start of her nightmare.
As Mom walked away, Chris guided the six of us toward the “the Cube,” a giant kinetic art sculpture. The space was usually packed with students and tourists, but at this moment it stood alone, bathed in sunshine, the plaza was deserted - and, just the right spot for a quick debrief.
Ted spoke first. “Congratulations, Sport! We had no idea everything would turn out this well for you. And before you shoot me another side-eye, we only knew that your wonderful grandparents had contributed most of the money for your Bronco. That little forty grand bonus was as much a surprise to us as it was to you.”
“Dad!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his broad shoulders. “The important thing is that you and Chris were here when I needed you most.” I turned to embrace my other dad as well. “Chris, if all your secret plans work out this well, I can’t be anything but happy - please, keep scheming. Thank you! I owe you both so much.” I gave them an incredulous and grateful look, “I still just can’t believe you’re here!” Unable to contain my joy, I leapt into the air, arms raised above my head in joyful relief and unexpected victory over my nightmare.
Chris’s eyes shone with the love every parent should have for their child. “Ollie, like I’ve told you: you don’t need to thank a dad for doing his job. We love you Sport, and we’ll always do anything for you.”
After my heartfelt exchange with Dad and Chris, I looked over to see tears of happiness glistening in my grandparents’ eyes. Moving over for another round of hugs, I murmured, “Grandma, Grandpa, I can’t believe you contributed so much to my future. I have no words other than just thank you.”
Grandpa Joe responded with quiet pride. “Ollie, everything you’ve achieved in college, in Texas, and in that room today, is worth every penny we’ve given. You’re our best investment. Just look how beautifully it’s paid off. You’re amazing, Oliver. We love you.”
Grandma Laura added, “Oh, Ollie, you have no idea how happy you’ve made us. And your new family is wonderful. I’m beyond grateful you somehow found them.” She turned to Corey with a fond look. “And you, young man - nothing would please me more than someday having you as my grandson-in-law. You two are perfect together.”
A grin spread across my face as a thought bubbled up. “I love you too, Grandma. Oh, and by the way, you’re famous around both our houses. Ted, Chris, Corey… this is the grandmother who taught me how to make my legendary meatloaf!”
Chapter 47: The Tragic Ballad of Ollie Carson
Corey and I suddenly realized our original plans were now completely useless. We had no idea what was going to happen next. Only then did I understand why Chris had herded us over here: the plaza offered the perfect stage for him to deliver his next set of secret plans.
Turning to my grandparents, I tried to give them a few key points of my new family’s dynamic. “Guys, Ted here is the warm, cuddly one - my new dad. His incredible husband, Chris, is the master planner of the family.” I glanced at Corey with a smile. “And my love, Corey, well, he’s the best of both of them.” After a brief hug, I looked at Chris. “So, I’m guessing you have the rest of our day all figured out?”
I swear Chris looked half-tempted to take a bow. Instead, he just grinned and said, “Thanks for that introduction, Sport. But I’m afraid I don’t have anything quite as clever this time around. I’ve only booked a hotel room for you and Corey tonight. I knew you hadn’t planned on driving your Bronco back to Texas. I’m sorry we weren’t sure how this would play out until Saturday afternoon, or we might’ve stopped you from driving all this way.”
He went on, “So tonight, your room’s on us. Corey, just get back to the clinic by Tuesday morning - and believe me, we’ve used up every favor possible. So, Ollie, no more unexpected drama from you. Okay, pup?”
Laughing, I gave him my hundredth hug of the afternoon, grateful for his plan, however simple and last-minute.
Corey jumped in to the conversation in full blown class clown mode - goofy smirk and all, “Actually Dad, I was thinking I’d just use some of our flight credit and fly back with y’all. I’m sure Ollie will do just fine driving home on his own, right?”
I tried to punch my so-called “protector” on the shoulder, but Ted beat me to it with his own punch - verbally. “Corey Allan Rainer,” he scolded, “you know that would only end in a tragic country song, right? Are you crazy?”
Chris saw his opening and cleared his throat theatrically. “I feel the song should be called: ‘The Tragic Ballad of Ollie Carson.’” He recited:
He left his man at sunrise, his Bronco rollin' free,
A blowout sealed young Ollie’s fate - no more bright plans would be.
Ted, not missing a beat, pitched in, addressing his older son:
Now Corey sobs in guilty haze, cussin’ fate and mangled steel,
As angels pluck a mournful twang: love was lost to faulty wheels.
I couldn’t stop laughing, “Dang! Please tell me that was rehearsed!”
Chris merely winked, “We’re Texans Ollie, and you’d better practice up. Spontaneous sad county song writing is on the state’s entrance exam. Oh, and we should get to the hotel. You two would probably appreciate a break and maybe a relaxing shower. We have early reservations at the Chop House - five o’clock. I wasn’t sure you two got any lunch,” he added. Then nodding to Joe and Laura, “and I know these two need to drive back to Lansing tonight.”
We followed our little caravan to our hotel, suddenly buzzing with excitement about a dinner with my family - both new and old. Something that until just a few hours ago, felt forever impossible. Of all the ways this day could have gone, this outcome was nowhere close to being on my bingo card.
To Be Concluded…
