Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:02:20 -0800 (PST)
From: E Walk <cane_lane_candy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mark and The Mole Chapter 1

The Mark and the Mole
By E. Walk
(Copyrighted by the author)
Edited by Radio Rancher

Chapter 1 -- The Twins Arrive

Author's commentary: This started off to be a short Christmas story but my
mind doesn't understand short story.  Anyway, it is a Christmas story.  Sit
back and enjoy.

"Hi Grandma, its Doug.  Would it be okay if Michael and I come and spend
Christmas with you?  We thought we would like to come in on the 22nd and
have Christmas dinner.  Michael's parents have invited you and us for
dinner the day after Christmas.  Do you have any problems with these
plans?"

"Doug, I am thrilled that you and Michael would want to spend Christmas
with me.  I am not really in the mood for Christmas.  I am rather angry
with your parents and sister right now and I am having a hard time getting
into the Christmas spirit."

"Don't worry Grandma, Michael and I will take care of that when we arrive.
We should be there about four in the afternoon on Saturday.  We'll have you
singing `Jingle Bells' in no time.  Love you."

I know. You are asking who am I and who is Michael?

Simply, Michael and I are 36 years old males and we have been partners for
13 years.  Michael is a pediatrician and I am just an ordinary anchor man
for the television news broadcasts in a middle sized city.  We decided to
take a vacation the week between Christmas and New Years off and added a
couple of days on either end.  Hey, we haven't taken a vacation for two
years.  We deserve one.

Now on with the story.  Mike and I arrived at Grandmother's house shortly
after four on Saturday, December 22nd.  We knocked but there was no
response, so we walked in and found Grandmother lying on the sofa.  I was
immediately concerned because Grandmother just didn't stay idle for very
long.  I touched her arm and she didn't respond.  Michael felt her neck and
she was definitely breathing.

Mike shook Grandma and she responded.  "I'm sorry, I think I passed out."

"Grandma, how long have you been out?"

"I think it was about 10:00 o'clock when I sat down to rest.  I was so busy
getting ready for Douglas and Michael."

Suddenly Grandma sat up.  She realized who we were.  "I'm sorry Doug and
Mike.  I had planned to fix a nice dinner for you."

"Grandma, we are going to fix you something to eat.  When was the last time
you ate?"

"I had a bowl of soup last night."

We found some soup and some fruit and pumped it into Grandma.  She started
to revive.  I looked at her, "Grandma, you take care of Mike while I go to
the store for some things for dinner."

Dinner was very simple but it provided us with all of the things we needed
to make it through the night.

On Sunday morning, Mike and I got up and went for a run, even though it was
bitter cold.  I think we both needed to get the jitters out of our pants.

When we arrived back at the house, Grandma was waiting for us, "You two
yahoos are nuts.  No one goes running when it is 10 degrees.  Here, drink
this coffee before your sexual apparatuses drop off."

Mike looked like he was going to lose his teeth, "Mrs. Walker, what did you
just say?"

"I said that you two were imbeciles for endangering your sexual organs to
the elements.  How am I ever going to have any great grandchildren if you
keep doing this?  Now get your butts in gear and eat and then we need to go
to church and get ready for the holy day."

Needless to say we went to church and then stopped for lunch at a small
chain that served decent quite decent meals.  When we got home, Grandma
mandated that we were to go find a small Christmas tree.  Michael and I
went to find the perfect tree.  Mike was so meticulous in his examination
of the trees that I thought my most precious body parts were going to fall
off.

When we arrived back at Grandma's house, she had all of the decorations
laid out and the tree was decorated and I must say the three of us did a
very credible job.

After dinner, we sat and looked at the tree.  Grandma looked at us from her
rocker, "I think something very memorable is going to happen this
Christmas."

On Christmas Eve morning, Mike and I decided to exercise in the bedroom.
When we finally went downstairs, Grandma was waiting, "What do you want to
have for Christmas dinner?  I don't think I want to fix a turkey.  How
about we fix a prime rib of beef?"

Mike looked at Grandma, "Grandma Walker, we'll take care of dinner.  Are
you going to ask Doug's parents and his sister and her husband?"

Grandma didn't even hesitate, "I am not asking them, Doug can ask them.
They will have nothing nice to say."

The three of us went shopping and we had gotten everything we thought we
would need to make a nice Christmas meal.  We had a light lunch and I
called my parents and sister and invited them to dinner.  I was surprised
at how quickly they responded in the affirmative.

Grandmother, Michael and I spent the afternoon making sure everything was
ready and had pancakes and sausages for dinner.  Grandma wanted to go to
the 9:00 Christmas Eve service.  So that's what we did.

When we were back home, we were enjoying a glass of eggnog with a little
rum and Grandma asked, "Doug, would you please sing Oh Holy Night for me
while Michael plays the piano?"

Mike went to the piano and I sat beside Grandma and started to sing.  I was
on the last `Oh Night Divine' when the dreadful door chimes rang.  I got up
from the sofa and went to answer the door.  "Who in the world would be
coming to visit at 10:30 on Christmas Eve?"

I opened the door and saw no one but I heard a sound.  I looked down and
saw a laundry basket with what looked to be a body.  I picked it up and
looked and lo and behold, there were two little bodies.  I quickly took the
basket into the living room.

I looked at Grandma and Michael, "I think we have a major news story
breaking here.  Two young infants have been dropped at the front door of a
wonderful lady."

I looked in the basket.  There was a note, "Please take care of my sons
until I can.  Please love them."

I started to get tears in my eyes but I controlled my emotions.  "Mike, you
need to go find some milk or formula or whatever it is that young children
need and some diapers and wipes.  I'm sure Grandma doesn't stock that kind
of goodies."

"Grandma, do you have another laundry basket so we can make the boys more
comfortable?"

Grandmother went and got another laundry basket and we tried to make it
comfortable.  Grandmother shook her head, "Doug, go to the back guest
bedroom and look in the drawers of the dresser.  I think I saved some of
your and Marcie's clothes from when you were babies and your mother would
drop you off here."

I went to find the clothes and sure enough, there were some baby clothes.
I brought them downstairs and Grandma had both of the babies in her arms
singing to them.  She looked at me, "Doug, go put those clothes in the
washing machine.  It has been thirty years since they have been washed.
Mike should be back soon."

Mike came in, "Do you realize how difficult it was to find a store that was
open on Christmas Eve that had the basic things we needed?  I probably used
half a tank of gas."

Grandma was not to be deterred, "Stop complaining Michael, this is as close
as you will ever get to being a daddy."

We fed the two newcomers some of the formula that Mike had purchased, and
then changed their diapers.  Grandma was watching, "I think we should call
this young man Mark, because of the cute birthmark on his tummy."  She
picked up the other baby.  "I think we should call this beautiful little
boy Jon."

"Grandma, we can't let ourselves become too attached to these children.
The authorities are not going to look favorably on two gay males raising
two young boys."

Grandmother was relentless, "Listen to me, anything can happen. It's
Christmas Eve."

"Grandma, I think we need to go to bed.  None of us are used to handling
relatively new born children.  We're going to need all of the energy we can
get."

"Douglas, we will do just fine.  I'll lock up while you two go to get your
bodies in bed.  I'll leave the hall light on in case you need to come
downstairs and get something during the night."

Mike and I carried the laundry baskets up the steps and placed them on the
dresser next to the bed.  We quickly got ready for bed and we turned out
the lights except for a closet light so we could see in case one of the
boys started to cry.  I pulled Mike close, "Well Daddy, I think our lives
have been turned topsy turvy in the last couple of hours.  Are we going to
be good Daddies?"

Mike didn't even think, "Oh dear Dougie, we're going to be the best daddies
we can be.  We'll make your Grandmother proud."

We kissed each other and said goodnight.  I had a difficult time going to
sleep.  I guess I did fall asleep though, because the next thing I remember
was Mike getting out of bed and two little voices fussing.  I looked at the
clock and it was three o'clock.  We fed the boys and changed their diapers
again and they went back to sleep.  Mike looked at me, "Doug, we are going
to need to hire a nurse, or someone to help us.  There is no way we can
take care of the boys properly and still function in our normal jobs."

"Michael, you are starting to sound like Grandmother and think these two
young men are going to be with for the rest of our lives."

"Doug, would you be upset if they were?"

"Oh dear Michael, I would dearly love to have these two young men to rear.
I think we would be very good for them but society just isn't ready to
allow that to happen yet.  It would be a miracle if we still have the boys
this time next week when we go home."

The next thing I remember was Mike putting a little body on my chest,
"Mark, needs to be changed and fed.  He says you are to get your body out
of bed and take care of his needs.  You get dressed while I take Jon
downstairs."

I laid Mark on the bed and just looked at him.  He was such a beautiful
baby.  He opened his eyes and looked at me with his eyes which were still
trying to focus.  It looked like there was a little smile on his face.  I
leaned down and kissed him and almost started to cry.  Why can't these two
beautiful boys truly belong to us?

I carried Mark downstairs and fed him his bottle and changed him.  Mike and
I put the guys on the counter while we fixed breakfast.  Grandma came in,
"How are my four guys this morning?"

Mike answered, "Grandma Walker, it is going to take some getting use to
having to deal with two little boys.  We aren't teenagers you know."

"Yeah and I ain't no spring chicken either.  I'll take care of the boys
while you gentlemen prepare the Christmas dinner that I am not looking
forward to with great expectations.  I hope that we don't embarrass the
boys."

We took the boys and their baskets into the living room and placed their
baskets on either side of Grandma.  She was in seventh heaven just watching
the boys.

Michael and I started to get things ready for dinner.  We fed the boys one
more time and had a light snack to hold us until dinner which was scheduled
for two o'clock.  Everything was ready and we took turns getting dressed.
At 1:30 my parents, my sister Marcie and her husband, Will, arrived.  My
Dad announced, "I'll get everyone cocktails."

Marcie and her husband had martinis, mother had a Manhattan and Dad had a
double scotch on the rocks.  Grandma and Michael and I deferred, since it
was only a little after one thirty in the afternoon and we knew we were
having red wine with dinner.

Mike and I checked on the boys and they were doing fine.  Everything was
coming together in the kitchen on schedule.  We returned to the living room
and everyone was on their second drinks.  Mike looked at me and shook his
head.  We announced that dinner was being served and invited the guests to
go to the dining room.

We served the shrimp cocktails, and my sister said, "How unoriginal." She
however ate the entire cocktail including all of the lettuce.

Mike looked at me and we brought the salad and Marcie again piled her plate
high.  I was beginning to think that she would not have any room for the
main course.  Between the salad and bread that she ate, there was no way
she could be hungry.

Little did I know, when Mike and I served the main course of rolled prime
rib without the bone, twice baked potato and vegetable medley. She
proceeded to eat everything in sight and complained the entire time about
how ordinary it was.

Grandmother finally spoke up, "Marcie, shut your big mouth.  If you don't
like what we are having, why don't you and Willy Boy just leave?"

One of the boys started to cry, so Michael and I got up and attended to
them. It was time for them to eat.  We changed their diapers and started to
feed them.  Marcie started again, "I guess you guys must have paid some
sluts to be a surrogate mother for your children."

Grandmother stood, "I would like for you all to leave.  Bitch Marcie, at
least the guys are capable of producing children, unlike your husband whom
you made have a vasectomy."

Marcie stood her ground, "We'll leave as soon as you give us our usually
measly Christmas checks."

"Marcie, after what happened at Thanksgiving, I made up my mind that I was
never giving you another cent.  Where did you buy my gift this year, was it
at the Dollar Store or Dollar General?  Now would you and your parents
please leave before I get ill and throw up the wonderful meal that we had.
If Doug hadn't invited you, you would not have been here.  So long, don't
call me and I certainly won't call you."

Mike and I cleared the table and Grandmother was watching the boys. The
doorbell rang.  Grandmother answered the door expecting one of the
neighbors to be bringing some goodies by.  "Good afternoon young man, how
may I help you?"

"Ma'am, I came to pick up my two sons.  I need to take them and do the best
I can do."

Grandmother yelled, "May Day."

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Editor's Notes:

 Oh my goodness!!!!!

Now what will happen? I don't know about any of you, but I know that I need
the next chapter, and I need it soon, as in now, I mean I need it
yesterday.

This is great. Hurry. Where is chapter two?

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher