Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 17:05:58 -0800 (PST)
From: William Becker <billdrae2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David 13

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                    Protecting David 13


Frank lowered himself onto the sofa.  He was dressed
impeccably, dressed like a man so used to wearing only the
best clothing that he simply no longer even considers it.
His suit was a dark blue, just a fraction of a shade lighter
than navy, his shirt a brilliant white with plain round gold
cufflinks, his tie a complicated and expensive blend of dark
blues and greens.  He is a man totally at ease with himself
and his surroundings.

"So whatdya want me to tell this guy Frank?"  I felt, well,
ill at ease, would be putting it mildly.  The guy we were
about to meet with was a major advisor to Senator Storington
but actually much more than that, he was someone that
everybody listened to.  According to David, who would know,
Montgomery Block was the great-grandson of a man smart
enough to marry the only granddaughter of one of the
wealthiest men in the country.  After a couple of decades of
adding to the family fortunes he began devoting his time to
public service but always behind the scenes, always the
advisor, the confidant.  His office was decorated with an
old American made desk and credenza in dark mahogany but a
lot of the other things in the room were oriental.
Everything in the room reeked of old money and the things a
lifetime of holding power can bring.

"Let Shetlan take the point Marky."  Frank said, nodding in
General Shetlan's direction.  "He knows where he needs to go
with this guy, we're just backup.  If Shetlan wants you to
jump in he'll let you know and always remember Marky,
there's power in silence.  People get themselves into all
kinds of shit just cause they can't shut up."

Frank pulled out one of his cigars and shoved it in his
mouth.  He took it out of his mouth and smiled.  "Bet David
and Alex are having a ball looking around the city.  Nice
they could come with ya."  The feel of David's hair as I
held his head and kissed him goodbye at the hotel flashes
into my brain and I force it out but the remembered warmth
of his skin rests like a phantom on the palm of my hand.

The door at the other end of the room opened and a tall,
gray haired, balding man, was talking in the doorway with a
much younger man who was holding a huge stack of papers and
nodding his head vigorously.  At the end of the discussion
Montgomery Block walked towards us with a large hand
extended to Frank who was struggling to free himself from
the sofa.  He walked slightly hunched over and with a
vaguely disoriented look on his face, like a man who had
just remembered something unrelated to what he was doing.

"Frank you old scallywag!"  He shook Frank's hand and turned
quickly to General Shetlan.  "Jimmy, always good to see
you."  Block put his hands on his hips and looked at the two
men.  "God when was the last time that I saw you two
together?  Some time in the seventies I suppose."

Frank lightly touched Block's arm and directed him to me.
"Monty, I want you to meet Mark Chauvet, he's been heading
our efforts in this deep penetration work that we've been
doing."

Block turned to me and fixed me with brilliantly blue eyes
set in a seventy something year old face.  "Mr. Chauvet,
I've heard some very good things about you and not just from
these two.  It's nice to finally meet you."  His handshake
was firm.

Even though I had known that Shetlan had probably mentioned
my name to Block I was still a bit surprised that Block even
bothered to remember.  "Mr. Block, it's an honor to meet
you."

Monty began guiding us to the pair of facing sofa's that we
had been sitting on earlier.  "Frank, that cigar isn't gonna
do you much good unless you light it."  He waved his hand
around the room.  "It's okay in here fellas, light em up.
I had to have a special ventilation system installed just so
that I could have a cigar occasionally.  They made me pay
for it myself too."

When we were settled Monty turned to me.  "Mark, as Jimmy
may have told you, I advise Senator Storington on defense
issues."  He paused and lifted a stack of papers onto his
lap.  "Just as importantly, although the Senator might not
think so," he smiled, "I also advise the party leadership,
on a more or less unofficial basis, on the same subject."
He bent forward, opened a humidor and picked out a cigar,
then carefully clipped the end and lit it with an old
fashioned Zippo lighter with a Marine Corp emblem on it.
"The work that you fellas have done in the area of precision
deep penetration bombing has been groundbreaking.  And now
we have to make sure that we get the dollars allocated to
make this happen the way that it needs to."

"Mark, what Jimmy and I need you to do is educate.  It's not
that senators and congressmen are ignorant of the subject
but they need details and the bigger picture.  The nature of
warfare is changing; it's a phrase we've all heard but we
need you and the general to make that concept come alive in
a way that will insure proper funding."

"I'm giving a cocktail party this evening, Mark.  I'd like
you to come.  You too Frank, give you and Jimmy a chance to
relax and meet some folks."  The phone on Monty's desk
started to ring and he got up to answer it.  "I'll send a
car for you fellas around seven.  And Mark, bring David."  I
must have gotten a weird look on my face because Monty added
smiling.  "You'd be surprised how sophisticated we've become
inside the beltway."

                    ----------------------------

David and I had a two bedroom suite, which consisted of two
bedrooms separated by a sitting room with television, bar
and the usual high end hotel furniture.  After dropping
Frank at his room I let myself in and walked to our bedroom.
David was lying, fully dressed on the right side of the bed
and Alex was sleeping in the middle, also fully dressed.
Apparently their tour of Washington had worn them out.  I
took my suit and shirt off and laid down in my boxer shorts,
next to Alex.

After a little while I heard a whispered.  "Dad, dad."  I
turned my head and looked into Alex's blue eyes.

"Hi buddy."

"We got tired dad."

"So I see.  Did you sleep?"

"Yep, I did dad.  But I'm not tired anymore.  Is it okay if
I go watch television?"

I leaned over and kissed Alex's forehead.  "Sure kiddo.
Just keep the volume down so we don't wake up David."

"You want me to be quiet as a mouse dad?"

"That'd be great son."  Alex crawled down to the end of the
bed and then walked into the sitting room and moments later
I heard the sound of the television, loud at first and then
much lower.

David was sleeping wearing his tan Dockers and a shirt with
a small brown check.  I slid over and very gently wrapped my
right arm around his chest and fell instantly to sleep.

The next thing that I was aware of was, two people talking
quietly.  I opened one eye and saw David sitting up in bed
leaning back against the headboard, Alex was straddling his
lap and speaking very seriously, while staring intently into
David's eyes.

"Dad I was wondering if you were sure that Mrs. Meurer would
remember to give Joe water.   Cause I don't think anyone
told her to do that."  Alex was shaking his head slowly as
he spoke.

"Sweetheart I'm sure that Mrs. Meurer knows that she has to
give Joe water.  I've seen her give him water before."  He
reached up and touched Alex's hair.  "She knows how much you
love Joe.  She won't let anything happen to him."

Alex had his hands in his lap and was twisting one finger.
"He looked really sad when we left to go to the airport.  I
think that he's scared to sleep alone sometimes."

David was replying with equal seriousness.  "Well Alex, I'm
sure that Joe misses you and there's probably times when he
wakes up and wonders when you're coming home but sweetheart,
we'll be going home tomorrow, so Joe won't be lonely for
very long."

Alex looked a little uncertain about the whole arrangement.
"Okay Dad.  I guess that'll be okay."

I slid my hand over and tickle Alex's foot.  He shrieked and
leapt off of David and threw himself at me.  "You've been
playin possum Dad."  I was lying on my side facing David and
Alex was now sitting on my upper right arm, riding it like a
pony.

I was trying to make sure that Alex didn't hurt himself and
also said to David.  "Block wants you to come tonight.
Would ya like, totally hate that?"

David had an odd look on his face.  "Mmmmm not totally.  We
would need to get a abybay ittersay orfay you know who."

I hadn't thought of that.  "How in the hell do we find one
of those here?"

David spoke so casually that I almost had to laugh.  "Oh, I
suppose the hotel could help us out."

I rolled over on my back taking Alex with me.  "Alex you're
gonna have a baby sitter named Thor."  Yes!  I was angry
that I couldn't protect my family from this unseen threat.
I almost wished that someone, some tangible person, would
try to break in so that I could have the pleasure of
strangling them with my bare hands.

Alex started to say something but David looked at him and
said.  "Alex do you have to go to the bathroom?"

Alex looked suddenly torn between staying in the
conversation and the call of nature.  "Go on Alex."  David
said and Alex went running to the john.

I looked at David.  "How do you always know when he needs to
go to the john?"

David rolled his eyes and laid his head on my chest.  "Their
names are Billy and Michael and I'm not taking any chances."

"You really think that there's any danger?"

" No, but Alex is better known than any little boy should
be, so why take any chances."

"Whatdya mean better known?  Who the hell knows him?"

David was lightly rubbing my stomach.  "Lot's of people.
Helmut was really well known, well, more in Europe than
here, but still, remember how many people showed up for his
memorial service?  And that was on like twenty-four hours
notice.  Then there's the whole idea that we adopted him.
Two gay guys.  People talk."

"Oh come on David.  I can't believe anybody cares.  I mean,
sure, somebody may think, when they first hear it, that
maybe it's a little unusual but do you really think people
dwell on something like that?"  Even though I couldn't see
his face I knew David was giving me a, "are you kidding,"
look.

"Then, you can also toss his trust fund into the mix."

"David, we're the only ones that know about that.  Well, us
and a few lawyers and bankers."  Alex went running by,
screaming that he was going to go watch television.

David was playing with my chest hair.  "Sweetheart, you know
that if more than a couple of people know anything, it
becomes like public knowledge.  You can be sure that all the
Europeans that knew Helmut, either know of the trust fund,
or assume that there is one."

I sat up and then straddled David's lap and put my hands on
his shoulders.  "Baby, I just don't want you to become so
afraid of something happening to Alex.... or to me, that it
makes you crazy."

David looked up into my eyes, his own emerald eyes shocking
me once again with their intensity.  "Mark, I promise you
that I won't let that happen.  It's just that."

I stopped him by kissing him.  "It's okay.  I really do
understand and I also trust your judgement."  I smiled at
him.  "After all, you fell in love with me.  You are still
in love with me, aren't you?"  I asked him softly.

"Nah, I'm just keeping you around for the sex."  He smiled
and then laid his head back against the headboard.  His eyes
were closed but I could see tears forming in the corners.

"Oh baby don't."  I leaned forward and held his head to
mine.  "I love you too, and I trust you babe.  Do whatever
you need to do.  You're right, we do need to make sure Alex
is safe.  The alternative is too horrible to think about."
I rubbed the tears out of his eyes with my thumbs.

David seemed to shake himself.  "It's okay.  I'm fine, just
got a little emotional."  He smiled and reached forward and
ran his hands over my chest.  "What should I wear tonight?"
He grimaced.  "Yeah, like I got a choice.  The only suit
that I brought is that charcoal gray.  That'll be okay?"

"You bet hun.  You look great in everything."

Alex came running into the room and threw himself on the
bed.  "Can I have a parrot?  They're really pretty and they
talk.  Just like people, they talk!  I seen em on the
television."

I pinned Alex to the bed and tickled him until he screamed
for relief.  "Why do we need a parrot?  We've got you and
you NEVER stop talking!"

Alex was trying to catch his breath and squirming to get
away.  He gestured with his hands.  "No Dad!  This is a
bird!  A real bird, with feathers and stuff.  Can we get
one?"

I lifted Alex up and kissed him on the forehead.  "Alex this
is a question for your other dad."  I sat him down on David
lap and grinned.  "David, Alex has a question."

David gave me a look.  "Gee thanks Mark!"

                    ---------------------------------

"You're so fucking handsome!  You make me feel like some big
clod."  David had on his charcoal gray suit with a white
shirt and gold tie.  We were in the bathroom standing in
front of the mirror.  I pulled him gently to me and kissed
him, needing desperately to be in him, to be a part of him.
He kissed me back and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"You just wanna get into my pants later."  David smiled.

I held his shoulders.  "Well...that's true actually but I
really do mean it.  You look great!

David kissed me again.  "Thanks sweetheart but you look
great too.  It's just that you're so used to seeing yourself
in a suit that you don't really see how you look" He ran a
brush threw his hair.  "We better say goodbye to Alex."

We walked into the sitting room.  Billy was sitting in a
chair behind the door to the suite and Michael was sitting
with Alex watching television.   They represented about five
hundred pounds of highly trained bodyguards.  I walked over
and picked up Alex and kissed him.

"Michael, " I looked at my watch, "about another hour or so
of television and then bed.  Okay?"  Then looking at Alex in
my arms.  "You listen to Michael and Billy, Alex.  Okay?"

Alex yawned and said.  "Yeah dad."  He laid his head on my
shoulder.  "You're not gonna be real late are you."

David held the back of Alex's neck and kissed him lightly.
"We won't be gone all that long Alex.  But don't try and
stay awake for us to come home.  Go to bed when Michael
tells you to."

                    -------------------------------

The car that Monty had sent for us was pulling into his
Georgetown, estate, the wheels of the car bumping slightly
as it passed over a small hump in the driveway between the
two brick columns that marked the entrance.  There were
local policemen stationed at the columns but they waved us
through and as we pulled up to the brightly lit main door
one of several severely dressed men walked quickly to the
car and opened the back door.

Frank was the first one out of the car and was struggling to
get his hands on something solid to pull himself up.  The
man who had opened the door was trying to help him.

"They're making cars so fucking low these days."  Frank
turned to look at me once he was on his feet on the
sidewalk.  "Course being old and overweight could also have
something to do with it."  Frank was fine once he was on his
feet and on terra firma.

"Mr. Connelly, if you and your party would just come this
way."  The guy who opened the door touched Frank lightly on
the right arm and gestured towards the stairway.

I turned back and watched as David stepped from the car,
marveling again at his natural grace.  He had a little smile
on his face.  The fact was that David, unlike me, loved this
sort of thing.  He was in his element with a drink in his
hand schmoozing total strangers.  His black hair was shining
with reflected light from the porch and his eyes flashing
dark green one moment and almost black the next.

As we were walking up the stairs the dark green door of the
house opened and Monty came out with an arm raised in
salutation.  "You fellows made it!  Frank, Jimmy is in there
talking to some of my esteemed colleagues."  He touched
Frank's shoulder.  "Why don't you give him a little back up
and I'll introduce these handsome young guys to some of the
more important sharks that populate these waters."

I turned and gently pulled David forward.  "Mr. Block, I'd
like you to meet my partner, David Kerry."  Both men smiled
and shook hands.

Monty got between us and holding us each by an arm led us
down a darkly paneled hallway, past young men holding trays
of drinks and canap^Ās.  "Guys, I want you to have a good
time tonight.  You're not on duty Mark, this is just a, get
to know you affair, so you just need to circulate and let
folks meet you.  It'll be a big help when you need
something, if they remember that they met you socially.  And
David, if my assistant is correct, you're the senior partner
in Kerry, Blair, Froedtert and Kent?"

David glanced up at Monty, looking perhaps a bit surprised.
"Ah...well yes, Mr. Block.  I am."

"Please David, none of that Mr. Block stuff, Monty will do
just fine.  And I think that you'll find that the thing
these folks like to discuss even more than government, is
money."

We were in a very large room with floor to ceiling
bookshelves on one end and the other end dominated by the
fireplace.  David and I had become separated and I could see
him in the corner by the windows talking animatedly to a
group of gray templed, perfectly groomed men who could only
be politicians or media people.

"Looks like David's talking to our biggest roadblock."
Frank said, motioning towards David with his drink.  David
was speaking with a senator who had been, at least partially
opposed to spending money on new weaponry.

I was in a group that contained Frank, General Shetlan,
Senator Storington's Chief of Staff and an elderly woman
with delicate features who was wearing a triple string of
pearls and a huge emerald cut diamond ring.

Frank directed my attention to the lady.  "Mark this is Emma
Block, Monty's wife."  Then to Mrs. Block.  "Emma this is
Mark Chauvet.  He works on special projects for us."

Emma held out her hand to me in a rather old fashioned way.
I took it in mine and then covered it lightly with my other
hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you maam."

Her voice was lilting in a way that ladies voices rarely are
anymore.  "Frank!  How cryptic!  Mr. Chauvet, that rather
makes you sound like a cross between James Bond and the
Scarlet Pimpernel.  Surely Frank isn't having you do
anything quite so dramatic?"  Her eyes were smiling but then
they moved across my face as if she was remembering
something, something from long ago.  "You were in the
military Mr. Chauvet?"  Her voice was as fragile as crystal.
I was about to tell her to call me Mark but something told
me that it just wasn't appropriate.

"Yes Mrs. Block.  I was an Army Ranger."  Something in her
manner made me smile.  Not that she was funny, more that
there was a vaguely familiar quality in the way that she
spoke and looked, something comforting.  Her hand fluttered
for a moment and then settled on my arm.

She turned to the others, her hand still lightly touching my
arm.  "I suppose I'd better mingle, Monty always wants me to
make the rounds."  She looked at General Shetlan and Frank.
"I hope that you boys will take good care of Mr. Chauvet."
She looked up at my face.  "We have to watch out for our
boys who served."  She started to walk away but turned back
for a second and said to me.  "You'll have to come back and
see us again Mr. Chauvet."

               ---------------------------------------

Two hours later, Frank, David and I were climbing into the
limo that had brought us.

"I'm still fucking hungry!"  Frank leaned forward in the
seat and turned to David and me.  "You guys hungry?"

David's head was lying back against the seat.  He seemed
tired, or maybe just tired of, all the talking.  He rubbed
his eyes with his balled up hands and turned to Frank.  "I
am Frank."   He rolled his head around to face me.  "Wanna
stop in the hotel coffee shop?  I've got a taste for a
burger and fries."

I could feel the warmth of David's body next to mine, and
more than anything on earth, I just wanted to roll sideways
and bury my face in his neck.  "Sounds good to me.  Just so
long as I don't have to listen to another politician."

"How the fuck do they stand it?"  I was staring at the roof
of the car.  "The endless talking," I closed my eyes,
"talking, talking, talking."

Then I remembered and sat up and looked across David at
Frank.  "Frank, what is it with Emma Block?  She seemed to
have a strange, I mean nice strange, quality about her."

Frank glanced quickly to make sure that the window between
us and the driver was closed then, stifled a yawn.  "Old
money, as in, they made it trading beaver pelts.  I first
met her in the early seventies, God, more than thirty years
ago.  She was a beauty.  Still is, just not young anymore.
Their eldest boy died in Vietnam.  Monty dealt with it by
working harder than anybody else in Washington and Emma
dealt with it by going into seclusion."  Frank turned his
head and watched the traffic.  "Nice to see her again."

The car rolled under the portico of the hotel and we piled
out and made our way to the coffee shop.  Frank grabbed a
menu on the way in and was scanning it as we were being
seated.

"I'm having the steak sandwich, what about you guys?"

"I can't eat that much, not at this time of night.  I'll
take burger, minus the fries."  I looked to David.

"Ditto the burger."  The lady who seated us was mumbling
about not being the waitress but she seemed to have taken
everything down and left with an exasperated look on her
face.

We were in a booth with David in the middle.  I pushed my
foot towards his until I made contact.  "So was anything
accomplished tonight, Frank?"

Frank looked at me and smiled.  "Who the fuck knows!  The
peoples representatives are going to do what they need to do
to get reelected."  He put his unlit cigar in an ashtray.
"Marky, this is the quicksand of our business.  There are no
certainties... well, maybe humans love of war.  But even
with that, there's not much you can count on.  But Shetlan
is the best and so is Monty.  My money and yours, literally,
is on them."

I lean forward as I'm listening to Frank and put my right
hand on the seat of the booth and press my thumb up against
David's butt.  He settled back against it.  I know it's
crazy!  When we first met we had sex constantly, and then,
over time, we settled down to twice a day.  Then, when we
both got so intense about our jobs and Alex came along, it
ended up being maybe once a day, or even every other day and
with traveling and all, sometimes every other week.  Now,
ever since the holidays, or maybe even before that, I think
about him all the time.  When I'm in a room with him I have
to touch him and all day long I'll be remembering the feel
of him, the smell of his skin, the warmth of his breath on
my face.

"Well, I had a pretty good evening."  David said.  One of
those guys was an investor of ours and he introduced me to a
couple of potentials."  Frank was looking at David and
shaking his head.

David laughed.  "What Frank?  Yeah, like you weren't there
to make money!"

Frank put his arm around David's shoulder.  "Kid, I'm not
being critical.  I just wish to fuck I could adopt you."

                         ----------------------

Alex was asleep when we got back to the hotel room.  We went
into his room and watched him sleep for a while and then
walked hand in hand back to our own room.  David said.
"Five will get you ten that he's sleeping with us by
morning."

I smiled at him and pulled him to me.  "No bet."  David felt
so warm.  "The upside of that is that what I'm planning
isn't going to take till morning."  I started to slowly undo
his tie.

David reached down and started rubbing my cock through my
pants.  "So basically we're talking about a quickie here?"

I tossed David's tie over the back of a chair and started on
his shirt buttons.  Spreading his collar I bent and kissed
the side of his neck.  He gasped softly.   "Nope, just not
an all night sex romp."  I buried my nose in the hair behind
his ear.  "God, I love the way you smell!"  I pulled his
shirt out of his pants and ran my hands up his bare back.

David had pulled my cock out of my open fly and was slowly
stroking it.  I opened my pants and stepped out of them
without David ever letting go of my cock.  He was looking up
into my eyes.  "If we were home we wouldn't have to worry so
much about him waking up but he's kind of unsettled here,
kind of stirred up."  He squeezed my cock.  "Every time I
look at this thing I wonder how in the hell I'm gonna get it
in me."

I said. "Well babe, the door is locked, so there's no chance
of Alex walking in on us."  David had kicked off his shoes
and was stripping off his pants.

I stripped off the rest of my clothing and sat down on the
edge of the bed.  David sat down next to me and pulled off
his socks and then slipped off his underwear, his cock was
pointing straight up.  I ran my fingers up his back and then
pulled him to me, kissing the back of his neck as he bent to
take my cock into his warm mouth.

"Ohhhhhh yeah Babe!  Yeah that feels great!"  I lowered my
back to the bed and let David play, in the meantime with my
right hand I was cupping his ass and my middle finger was
lightly beginning to tease his butt hole.  He grunted when
my finger first touched his asshole, but he swung around so
that I'd have better access.  His upper body was lying on my
stomach and groin, while his butt was back towards me,
giving me the freedom to do anything with it that I wanted
to.

When I run my hands up the back of David's thighs and then
feel the twin mounds of his silky butt it's like tossing a
lit match on a gasoline soaked rag.  Whether I'm actually
doing it or just thinking about doing it the result is the
same, a cock so hard that it aches.

I felt him pick up my balls in his right hand while he was
holding my cock with his left.  I was watching the back of
his head as it went up and down slowly on my dick.  David's
lower body was lying on his left side, his legs on top of
each other and his knees bent.  David's body is truly a gift
from the gods.  I've never seen him do any exercise other
than golf and a bit of tennis but his body is still
beautifully toned.  His ass is rock hard and perfectly
proportioned and his chest and shoulders, while not weight
lifter big, are muscular and hard.  Course, he's not big,
145 pounds or so, maybe that has something to do with it.

I reach forward, pry David off of my cock and pull him back
against my chest, my cock is lying between the cheeks of his
ass and he's slowly masturbating me by moving his butt up
and down my body.  I shove a pillow under my head to help my
balance and pull David up so that my cock is positioned
right up against his asshole.  His sucking on it has left it
wet and slippery and I begin to slowly apply pressure while
holding him tightly in place.  Just as my cock penetrates
him I put the middle finger of my left hand at his mouth.
He begins sucking on it and begins to make the David sound.

David's legs are spread wide and straddling my body as I
fuck up into him.  I'm moving in long slow strokes and I can
feel his body change as it accommodates itself to my
invading dick.  His hands are spread out on either side of
me, also to stabilize him.

"Oh fuck!"  David lifts his head and then drops it back.
"You're aiming for my prostate?"

I pull his head back to me and kiss the side of his temple.
"To the extent that I fucking can!  Whatever I'm hittin sure
feels good.  You've got one sweet ass David!"  I reach down
and wrap my hand around his cock.  His response is
immediate.

"Careful!  Just hold it!  Don't pump it!"

My face is next to his.  "You hot babe?"  I shove back up
into him.

"Oh fuck that feels good!"  His head is lying back against
my shoulder.  "Yeah, I've been fucking horny all day.  God I
need that fucking dick!"

David more or less sits up, and putting his hands back
against my chest begins to slam down onto my upward thrusts.
I start fucking him harder.  I can feel his balls dragging
over the underside of my cock as I fuck him.

"Oh Mark, I'm fucking cumming!"  I close my eyes and start
concentrating on David's ass and in moments I'm shooting
too.  I can feel the long spurts of my orgasm going deep
into David's body as his asshole spasms around my shooting
cock.

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Then he's mine.  The day has ended, the results of our
orgasms have been wiped up and he's lying in my arms, my
face pressed to the back of his head and my arms around his
chest.

"Oh the door!"  David said and got out of bed and opened our
bedroom door.  If Alex needed to be with us during the night
we didn't want him to run into a locked door.

David got back into bed and pressed his back against my
chest again.  A minute later he turned his head slightly
toward me and spoke almost in a whisper.  "Mark, you don't
regret having to.....well....to change our lives to
accommodate Alex.  Do you?"

I pulled David over onto his back and spoke with my mouth
right next to his face.  "God no!  No!  Absolutely not
David!"  I held the side of his face in my right hand.
"It's a weird thing...well kinda....I mean I know that
Helmut and Karen were Alex's mom and dad and I would never
try to take that away from him."  I ran my hand down David's
body and then pulled him tighter to me.  "But...well like
when I've been away on a business trip for a week or
two...when I come back I notice that Alex is beginning to
sound like you.   I mean he's picking up the same speech
patterns and sometimes I even notice him saying things that
I say.  Well, it's like he's really becoming ours, almost
like we made him, you and I.  I know we didn't make him but
we are kind of remaking him.  It's like he's becoming a bit
of both of us."  I laid my head next to David's.  "God no.
I wouldn't change a thing.  He's ours."