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A Father's Love - 1
by Alex_M (afatherslove@ymail.com)
***
A boy and his father meet for the first time and they
both find more than they expected in the other. (MM,
1st-gay-expr, mast, inc)
***
Chapter 1
Tyler stared out of the window of the plane as it
started rolling away from the gate. He could see his
aunt from the window wiping tears away from her eyes as
she waved to him. It was only a month ago that his
mother was coming back from this very same airport and
was killed by a drunk driver. Her funeral was three
days later. Tyler's whole class came with their parents
to be there for him but no one could comfort him. The
only parent he had ever known was gone.
He grew up quickly being the only child of a single
parent family. His mother had moved him to Northern
Minnesota when he was just a baby, and while many of
his friends spent hours in front of video games, he had
work to do. He never thought of it as a burden that was
placed on him, he was simply used to hard work.
Afternoons were spent splitting and stacking wood,
laundry and homework. Tyler liked to stay active even
though he was never good at sports; he had other things
to do than chase balls around a field. All of his hard
work turned him into a very mature 13 year old. His
body had just come into puberty the year before;
muscles growing and a deepening voice. He didn't have
to shave yet but he wasn't in a hurry to start that,
and at 5'2" he was still waiting for his growth spurt
to kick in.
He leaned back in his seat as soon as the flight attendant
said it was okay and poked around the little blue bag
the airline gave him for his meal. His stomach was full
of butterflies as he contemplated what was going to
happen that day; flying to San Diego to meet his
father. He had never met his father before and really
didn't understand why he couldn't just stay with his
aunt and uncle. His parents had dated a bit in high
school but lost touch when they went to college. His
mom never told him about Tyler until he was 2 years
old. She never told Tyler much about his father except
when a new pair of shoes or a new jacket would elicit
"This is from your father" referring to child support.
As he reached the halfway point in his flight his
thoughts drifted from his mother to who his father
might be. He had no picture, no personal facts about
him, just that his name is David. He wondered if he
looked more like his mom or his dad. Was his dad short
like him? A thousand questions raced through his mind
as the pilot announced that they were beginning their
decent into San Diego. Tyler put his seatbelt back on
and gave his trash to the attendant.
It seemed to take forever for the plane to finally
reach the terminal and for people to start leaving.
Tyler finally got up and struggled to pull his bag down
from the overhead compartment. A tall guy wearing a
UCSD Athletics XL sweatshirt gave him a hand in
removing his bag and ruffled his hair as Tyler said
thanks. Getting off the plane he was amazed to see how
many people were milling around the waiting area. Being
in an airport was not something Tyler had ever done
before and to make it more stressful, he didn't even
know who he was looking for. The UCSD guy patted him on
the back and said, "Welcome to California" as he
watched the little guy observe the crowd.
"You need to pick up your luggage?" he asked Tyler
imagining how intimidated the young boy was.
Tyler could only nod yes and started to walk with him
down the hallway to the stairs. Once he was at the
bottom he saw someone in a black suit holding a sign
with his name on it "Tyler Whitter."
"That's me," he said pointing, "That's my name."
With UCSD's hand still on his shoulder he walked up to
the man and introduced himself. The man and UCSD made
small talk for a moment and then introduced himself to
Tyler.
"I'm Chip, I work for your dad. I'll take you back to
the house."
Once they picked up the baggage Chip led them out to
the bus parking area and up to a black Lexus limo.
Tyler couldn't believe his eyes as Chip opened the door
for him. He'd never seen such a cool car. Now Tyler was
no country bumpkin but growing up in Grand Rapids,
Minnesota home to only 8,000 other frozen souls had
never exposed him to such luxury.
As Chip rounded the front of the car and climbed in he
asked Tyler if he was hungry to which he said no. Tyler
scooted up the seat to the window between the front and
back of the limo and talked with Chip the whole time as
they meandered through the hills of San Diego along the
coast. Finally the car slowed down and Chip announced,
"Here we are."
Tyler looked out of his window and was blown away by
the size of the house. They pulled up into a large
circular driveway and Chip got out. Tyler's door opened
and he stepped out into the California sun for the
first time ever. As Chip opened the trunk a man came
out of the house and smiled at Tyler.
"Welcome to San Diego Tyler, I am Russell the house
manager. If there is anything you need at anytime, just
let me know." He shook Tyler's hand, grabbed his bags
along with Chip and they headed into the house. The
doors opened up into a huge foyer with curved
staircases leading up to the second and third floors.
As they climbed, Russell told Tyler that his father was
called to an unexpected meeting and that he should be
getting home in about an hour.
Russell showed Tyler his room and Chip left saying that
he was going to David's office in case he got out
earlier. The room was great with a view that shocked
Tyler; right below his window was the Pacific Ocean
with beaches and people all over. "My deepest
condolence on your mother's passing, and let me know if
there is anything else I can get for you. If you need
me I'll be in the kitchen, downstairs to the left of
the foyer and there is a pool in the back if you would
like to go swimming."
Tyler explored practically every room and found
everything from a library, a game room and a sauna. He
went back upstairs to pull on his suit but just as he
was heading up the stairs he heard a voice call out his
name. He turned and saw a tall guy standing with Chip
wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt by the front
door. His first thought was his dad's trainer or
gardener or something as he walked back down the steps,
extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tyler."
The man looked at Tyler's hand and got down on his knee
and said, "Hi Tyler, I'm David... your dad." Tyler was
a little shocked and for good reason. Here he was
meeting his own dad for the first time. He didn't know
why but all of a sudden he started to get choked up.
Tyler swallowed hard, his eyes started to tear up as
emotion overcame him.
David quickly leaned forward and wrapped his arms
around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel
his son's tears wetting his shirt. He told Chip to put
his things away and Russell quickly disappeared into
the kitchen leaving them alone in the large stone foyer
with Tyler's crying echoing off the walls and into his
David's shoulder.
David had never felt anyone cling so tightly too him
before. He couldn't believe that this was his son, the
one whom he had never met, right here in his arms.
David got a little choked up as well. Tyler's grip was
not lightening up at all so he picked him up and
carried him through the library to the patio. He sat on
a bench with his son and hugged him.
Tyler's crying began to subside but he didn't let go of
his grasp around his father's neck. There was something
very comforting about the heavy arms around him. He was
sitting on his father's strong legs and his head was
against a very powerful neck. Everything about him made
Tyler feel safe and secure. Everything was changing so
quickly for Tyler, loosing his mother, moving. He had
been feeling very vulnerable and lost but not right
now. Right now he felt like he was going to be okay.
***
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