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Three Beau to Beau Fictional Stories of a Love
Most Special, A Love Between Two Dads
Along Came You
BunBun
He Came With a Rose
Along Came You
Matthew had fallen for Greg
Stevens and Matthew had fallen hard. Before Greg, Matthew had thought that
finding true happiness was not meant to be, for him. When a mutual friend fixes
him up with Greg, Matthew continues to doubt his chances for true love. Greg is
much younger than he and just beginning his career. When Matthew shows Greg the
carvings above the fireplaces that his grandfather had built years ago, Greg
sees in them the same “sign” that Matthew had seen ten years earlier. When a
baby girl is abandoned at the hospital where Greg works, he and Matthew wonder
if the fireplace carvings could have been designed from a premonition of
Matthew’s grandfather and that perhaps this wise man, years ago, had known what
lay ahead for his grandson.
Excerpt:
Greg quickly briefed his chief resident
who would be finishing his rounds for him this morning, and then hurried to the
school to pick up his daughter. What could possibly have happened? The school
nurse had said that Nichole wasn’t feeling well, but hadn’t gone into detail.
Fearing the worst as always, Greg hurried as fast as he could to be with Nicky.
Out of breath after running from the parking lot to the school, Greg could
barely speak when he walked into the nurse’s office. “What’s wrong? Is she
sick Did she fall?” “We’re not sure, Dr. Stevens. She said that her
stomach hurt and that she wanted her daddy.” “Okay. Where is she?”
The nurse led
Greg to where Nichole was lying down on a cot. “What is it, baby? Does your
tummy hurt?” Nicky nodded her head. “Do you want to go home?” Nicky nodded
again. “Let’s go. I’ve got someone to cover for me at work.” Nichole took
Greg’s hand and the two of them walked to the car. Once inside the car, Greg
pulled Nicky onto his lap and held her like a baby. “What’s wrong, Nicky? Can
you tell Daddy?”
******
It was late by the time they left the Space Needle, and Greg didn’t know where
the day had gone. The week had seemed so long without Matthew, and the day with
him had flown by. Matthew once again opened the car door for Greg and they
drove back to Greg’s apartment. Greg put his hand on the door handle of the
car, and Matthew said, “Wait, Greg”, and placed his hand on Greg’s arm. “I
would love for you to see my house. It’s just twenty minutes out of the city.
Let me make us dinner next Saturday night.” Greg thought about his schedule.
“Absolutely, I’m not on call until the following Saturday.” Matthew walked Greg
to his door, and this time Greg invited him in.
Greg poured them a glass of
wine, and they talked for awhile longer. “That was the best surprise, Matthew,
the entire day with you, and especially the dinner in the sky.” Matthew set his
glass down and then took Greg’s from him and set it down too. He held Greg’s
hands and then moved his hands up along Greg’s arms. He held Greg’s arms and
leaned toward him. Greg’s heart was beating hard and fast when he felt
Matthew’s lips on his own. Matthew’s kisses were gentle and sweet, yet very
passionate. Matthew put his arms around Greg, and Greg held Matthew in his.
Matthew kissed Greg for several minutes, and then kissed him on the cheek. “I’d
better go now,” he said. Greg hugged him after they stood up, before letting
him go. “I had the best day, Matthew, and thank you for next Saturday.”
BunBun
As the only child of two very
industrious entrepreneurs who started businesses during the early dot-com years,
Trent Johnson is a lucky man. He owns his own apartment, his own business, and
is surrounded by very loyal and trustworthy employees. When his parents move to
Mumbai, India, to expand their businesses, Trent feels more alone than he ever
has. Dating is fun, but Trent is no longer a man in his twenties. He wouldn’t
mind settling down with that special someone. Where he will find that special
someone remains a mystery to Trent, until one very special and unexpected night.
Excerpt:
Trent poured a cup of coffee for himself
and sat down in the living room. Trent was in no way a snob, even though his
apartment was paid for and he owned his own business. He was simply the only
offspring of two parents who had made it big in the early dot-com years and had
managed to invest their money wisely. Now they owned companies all over the
world, and had recently moved to India to open one in Mumbai.
Trent was only in his early thirties, and was living a pretty sweet life for a
man of his years, in a very nice, very expensive, very spacious apartment in
this affluent section of San Francisco. He couldn’t fault his parents any for
all they had given him. They had been very good to him. It was their
entrepreneurial spirit and hard work that had allowed him to attend Stanford
University, and because of their never ending belief in what others considered
the impossible, Trent’s parents had made the American dream a reality for more
people than Trent could remember.
Trent’s father had loved games and had taken that love into the evolving
computer age when Trent was a young boy, and now Trent’s father was owner of the
San Francisco based TJ Enterprises, with companies worldwide. Trent stared out
the window as he thought of his parents. TJ stood for Thomas Johnson, which was
his father’s name, but his dad had thought TJ sounded younger and would attract
younger talent to his businesses. “TJ sounds much more marketable, don’t you
think, son?” he had asked Trent. Thomas Johnson was always thinking ahead.
That was for sure. Trent’s mother, Jane, was a fashion designer, who had the
curiosity and ingenuity that equaled her husband’s, and together the two of them
had created an interactive way to design that was slowly revolutionizing the
entire fashion industry.
Trent had both Marshmallow and Tootle on his lap now and was petting them.
“Wasn’t Dad silly, guys?” Trent’s father had told his mother that TJ was short
for Thomas Johnson, but Trent knew that it was really short for Thomas and Jane
to include her. The two sleepy cats looked up at Trent for a second, and then
laid their heads back down in his lap.
Trent had carved out his own little niche in the high tech world, although the
world his parents had built was a big part of that niche. Trent owned a small
software development company that specialized in interactive medicine. San
Francisco was a leader in the field of healthcare, having the first universal
healthcare system in the country, and Trent never lacked for something to do.
Trent walked over to the window again. “I love this city,” he said to no one.
“It has so much energy, so much drive.” Trent jumped when the phone rang.
“Hello,” he said, not expecting a call today. “Oh, dear. Okay, I’m on my
way.” He turned to his two cats. “Well, guys, there’s a problem with one of
the software programs, so Daddy has to go to work for awhile.”
******
Trent walked into his apartment to the sound of the telephone ringing. He
hurried to answer it, thinking that everyone he knew would call him on his cell
phone. “Hello,” he said, in a hurried tone. “Is this Mr. Johnson?” a very
young girl’s voice asked. “Yes, this is Trent Johnson,” he said slowly. “Um,
my daddy is sick, and he said to call you,” the sweet voice said. Trent thought
that the girl must have dialed his number by mistake. “Are you sure you have
the right Mr. Johnson?” “Um, I think so. Can you help my daddy?” Wanting to
do whatever he could for such a sweet sounding girl, Trent replied, “I will
certainly try. What is your daddy’s name?” “Troy Landis,” she said. Trent
almost dropped the phone. He had known Troy for awhile now and he had never
mentioned a daughter. Trent knew he had to say something, anything. He could
hear the little girl breathing on the other end. “Yes, honey, I can help your
daddy. Is he there with you, at home?” “Uh, huh,” she said. “What is your
name, sweetheart?” “Victoria,” she said, with all the sweetness of a young
girl. “I’ll be right there. Tell your daddy I’m on my way.” “Okay,” she said,
and hung up the phone.
He Came With a Rose
Ethan has a wonderful life, filled with his two dogs, horses,
and many other animals which have wandered onto his land over the years. He has
the best friend that any man could have, a man who has become more than just a
friend, if only in Ethan’s mind and in his dreams. When his friend asks him to
attend a dinner with him one Saturday night, Ethan discovers much more about his
good friend, who is also the veterinarian to his many animals, than he had
already known. Dr. Holing has a secret which Ethan could not have imagined in
even his wildest of dreams. Ethan’s Saturday night quickly becomes an
adventure, an adventure which will change his life forever.
Excerpt:
It was still dark outside when Ethan drove his trusty old pickup truck into
the lot of the College of Veterinary Medicine Clinic on the north end of the
beautiful campus. “Just a few more minutes, Princess, and you’ll be all
better.” Ethan loved his Sheltie puppy. She and her brother, Hawker, were the
loves of his life on the farm that he owned just a few miles north of the city.
Ethan was a wheat farmer, and the land was to him what Tara was to Scarlett
O’Hara in Gone with the Wind. It was his strength.
Dr. Bryce Holing met Ethan at the back door of the clinic. One of the best of
the best veterinarians in the country, Dr. Holing knew Ethan well. He came out
to Ethan’s farm whenever Ethan needed him, to tend to the larger animals that
could not be brought to the city.
“How’s our little Princess?” “Not so good, Bryce. She swallowed something, but
I don’t know what. I just hope it’s not something harmful.” Bryce knew how
much Ethan genuinely loved his animals, especially his two Shelties, and he
picked the sleepy dog up into his arms and carried her into the hospital. Ethan
was right behind him, afraid for his precious Princess.
Dr. Holing laid the pretty dog on the table and looked her over. “She’ll be
fine, right?” Bryce placed his hand on Ethan’s arm. “I’m sure she will be,
Ethan,” he said, in his always comforting, always reassuring voice. He petted
the sleepy dog and drew some blood. “We’ll get this back in just a few minutes,
Ethan. Then we’ll know what to do.”
Bryce continued to pet Princess and talk to her as if she were a young child.
He spoke this sweetly to all of his patients, and Ethan had never met a man with
as much compassion as Dr. Holing. He watched as the kind doctor made his
Princess feel better with the stroke of his hand on her soft fur.
Bryce’s assistant came back in with the lab results and handed them to the
doctor. Bryce turned his back to Ethan as he studied the results. Ethan petted
his sweet baby and waited for Bryce to turn back around. “Looks good, Ethan.
I’m going to give her an injection which will kill the toxin. It will probably
make her sleep most of the day. Just keep her safe and inside the house for the
rest of the day, which I know that you will.” He was stroking Ethan’s arm as he
spoke, and Ethan knew exactly why Dr. Holing’s patients loved him. Bryce’s
touch was comforting to him, too, maybe a little too comforting. Bryce was not
only nice, he was also very sexy, at least that was what Ethan thought.
The doctor was about six feet tall, or so Ethan guessed from his own height of
just an inch shy of that. Bryce was broad shouldered, slender, with black hair
that had just enough silver to give him that distinguished look, and he had the
voice of an angel. His voice was deep but soft, and Ethan could listen to it
for hours. He looked forward to seeing Bryce when he came out to the farm, and
the two of them often talked for hours about the animals and the crops.
Ethan realized now just how little he knew of Bryce’s personal life. He was in
awe of Dr. Holing, and felt like a tongue tied teenager in his presence. Ethan
smiled at Bryce and thanked him for doing what he did best, picked up his sleepy
Princess, and carried her to his truck.
******
Ethan noticed something different about Bryce today. He seemed shy, and
not as sure of himself as he usually seemed. Bryce glanced quickly at Ethan and
then looked at Princess. “She has her appetite back,” he said, as he watched
the dog eating with her brother.
When Bryce bent over to pet princess, Ethan couldn’t help but notice the
absolute perfection that was Bryce’s butt. It was the perfect shape, not too
big and not too small, and Ethan fought the urge to grab it and hold it in both
hands.
Bryce stood up and turned around. Ethan looked down at the floor, embarrassed
that he had been looking at his friend in a sexual way. “Well, Ethan, I’ll be
going now,” Bryce said, as he held Ethan’s arm. He looked up at Ethan and for a
moment the two of them were facing each other, their bodies almost touching,
their lips seeming to want to feel the others’. Did Bryce feel what Ethan had
just felt? Did Ethan feel what Bryce had just felt? Both were wondering the
same thing, but no one dared to speak of it. “Let me write down my home address
for you, Ethan. I’ve been out here so much it’s hard to believe that you have
never been to my home. It’s easy to find. Is six okay? The dinner is at
seven.”
He laid the piece of paper on the table in front of Ethan, and Ethan followed
him to the door. “I’ll be there, Bryce, and thanks. Thanks for coming all this
way to see Princess.” Bryce nodded, and headed toward his car. Ethan watched
as Bryce walked away.
Remembering the dream, Ethan felt his face begin to heat up. He went out and
fed the horses and looked out across the land.
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