T.J. Klune - Bear, Otter, and the Kid 2 - Who We Are (49 page)

We had the signature, we had the support of Child Protective Services, we had the clearance from a licensed counselor. We had the backing of our friends and family, all of whom wrote letters to the judge indicating that there was no better role model for Tyson than myself. Erica told me that she thought everything would be fine and that by the end of that day in March, the Kid would be mine and that would be the end of it.

So of
course
I was a nervous wreck. Of
course
I didn’t believe a goddamn word I was told, knowing that there would be some last-minute intervention where everything would go to shit and the Kid would be torn from me and put into a foster home that was
really
just a cover for a sweatshop that forced children to slaughter farm animals and carve their tasty cutlets out for mass distribution. I could easily imagine the look of horror on the Kid’s face as he was forced to take a nail gun and put it against the skull of a baby cow he’d named Beverly Bovine and pull the trigger. The light would fade from Beverly’s eyes as she slumped to the floor, and the Kid would then get handed a butcher knife and be told that once he was finished, Beverly’s parts would be sent to Burger King, where she’d become a Whopper with cheese.

I told the Kid as we walked in that I’d never let Beverly go to Burger King. He asked me who Beverly was. I told him not even to worry about it, because he’d never have to find out, not on my watch. He asked Eddie if he was able to write scrips for antipsychotics. Eddie said he could not, but that he knew a guy who knew a guy. Georgia and Erica glared at him. Eddie said he was just kidding. I don’t think Eddie was kidding.

We sat in the courtroom, and Judge Eyebrows looked evil as he glared at me, not even seeming to listen as Georgia and Eddie told him how fucking spectacular I was. I whispered to Otter and asked if he thought that the judge hated me for some reason. He whispered back that the only reason the judge hated me was because my eyebrows looked plucked, and his looked like they were eating his face. This caused me laugh out loud before I could stop myself, and I tried to cover it up by coughing, but that led to me half swallowing my tongue, and court was halted until everyone was sure I was not going to die as my face turned red and saliva dripped out of my mouth. Otter smirked at me as I wiped my chin with my arm, and I asked Erica if we could ask for a recess so I could murder my boyfriend.

“Fiancé,” he reminded me with a crooked grin.
“Whatever,” I grumbled.

Finally, Georgia and Eddie finished their “Bear Rocks” speech, and Judge Higgins asked Tyson to stand for a moment. The Kid took a deep breath and did just that.

“I understand that you are very intelligent,” the judge said. “You’ve recently skipped a grade?”

 

“Yes, sir,” the Kid said. “I’m not one to brag on myself, but since you said it first, yes: I’m very intelligent.”

I thought this was funny. Apparently, I was the only one, so I quieted down quickly. Judge Higgins glared at me again before turning back to the Kid. “So you understand the severity of this situation, then. That your brother is trying to become your legal guardian.”

The Kid shrugged. “He already is.”
“What was that, young man?”

“Look,” the Kid said. “We all know that we’re doing this so nothing can take me away from him again. But, really? It’s just a piece of paper with your signature on it. Bear’s been my guardian longer than you’ve ever even known who we were. He’s my brother. He’s always been my guardian, and not even your word can take that away from me.” He sat back down, obviously pleased that he’d been allowed to have his say.

I would have been rendered speechless if the judge hadn’t called on me next. I stared down at the Kid as I stood. He looked up at me and winked. Christ. I tore my gaze away and looked up at the judge.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from outside the courtroom. We could hear voices through the door. I recognized them almost immediately and prayed that the bailiff would arrest them all and take them to jail.

“Look, it’s got to be this one, right? Courtroom Four,” Creed said. “I can read, you know,” Anna snapped at him. “Are you sure Bear said four?”

“Well, there can’t be that many courtrooms,” her mom said. “This is Seafare, after all. It’s not like there’s a lot of crime or other stuff that happens here.”

“You say that now,” Jerry Thompson said. “But remember when they broke up that meth lab over on the west side? Maybe we
need
more courts, because apparently tweekers like the beach.”

“I can’t believe my dad just said
tweekers
,” Creed moaned. “You’re so hip, Pops.”

 

“I am pretty cool,” Jerry agreed.

 

“So is this judge the guy that Bear said had eyebrows that looked, like, evil?” Alice asked. Quite loudly. “I think I need to see those for myself.” “Yeah,” Dominic rumbled. “He said that he wants to bring in garlic and holy water each time he has to face him.”

 

“Can you even buy holy water?” Stephanie Grant asked. “It doesn’t seem like you could go to a store and just buy a vial.”

“No, I’m sure there’s a store somewhere called Christ ’N Things that you could go to and get holy water,” Creed said. “I mean, where else would they get it? It’s not like priests just go to the kitchen sinks before mass and fill up that huge bowl with tap water.”

“Should we just go in?” Alice asked. “I can’t see through the cracks in the door.”

 

“We’re a couple of minutes late,” Jerry said. “But they probably haven’t even started yet. Lawyers don’t do anything on time.”

 

“Go in,” Anna said.

 

“
You
go in,” Creed replied. “If they’re mad at us for being late, just blame it on the fact that you’re pregnant and the baby is eating your brains.” “I still can’t believe you guys are going to have a baby,” Stephanie sighed. “You’re both just so young.”

“Yeah, well,” Creed grumbled. “Let’s not go into that again. I haven’t got the lecture out of my head from all of you in which you tried to show me how I should accurately put on a condom. I’m still insulted that you used a carrot to represent me. At least you could have used a soda can.”

Anna snorted. “Oh, please. Like
that’s
accurate.”

“I don’t want to talk about my son’s anatomy anymore,” Jerry said firmly. “It’s bad enough that they’re making us grandparents way before we ever thought we’d be. Leave Creed’s penis out of this.”

“Well, if he’d done that in the first place, then Anna wouldn’t be pregnant,” Alice observed.

 

“Ha!” Ian Grant laughed. “Good one! High five!” Hands slapped together.

“What should we do?”
“Just go in!”
“You go first!”
“Dammit, fine, move. Let me peek my head in.”

The door slowly opened, and Creed stuck his head in and found everyone in the courtroom staring at him. Okay, well I was
glaring
at him, Otter was trying to maintain composure, and the Kid was rolling his eyes. Erica looked like she popped a blood vessel, Eddie looked like he wanted the conversation to go on, as he was taking notes, and Georgia looked like she’d bitten into a lemon. The court stenographer kept clacking away, like that whole conversation was necessary to put in the transcripts (I immediately found myself plotting ways to have that stricken from the record, but then I realized I hadn’t gone to law school, and I didn’t even know what “stricken from the record” meant). Judge Higgins apparently didn’t think that my family was amusing in the slightest.

“Hi, Bear!” Creed stage-whispered, oblivious to his impending death at my hands. “We’re here!”

 

“Can we go in?” someone asked from behind him.

 

He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, they haven’t even started yet. I think they were waiting for us to show up.”

The doors swung open, the seven of them smiling at us. They moved quietly into the benches and sat down, and some of them waved at us while others waited expectantly for court to begin.

I turned back to the judge. “I don’t know who any of those people are,” I said hastily.

 

Immediate protests.

Judge Higgins arched an eyebrow, which, given what they looked like, I thought he was about to put a curse on me. “Now that
that’s
out of the way, I wanted to take a moment to talk with you, Derrick. You’re… twenty-one, is that correct?”

“Yes, sir.”
“And you are in school and work part time as well?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you have the help of your… partner, who’s here with you?” “Fiancé,” Creed coughed quite loudly.
Goddammit. “Yes, sir.”

“Tell me something, Derrick. You’ve had Tyson for the last three years. You’ve survived this long, and your life seems to be more stable, at least according the reports from CPS. You have a… supportive family.” They preened and grinned. “And you have the backing of a social worker and therapist who I’ve worked with for years and know don’t take any bullshit from anyone.”

“Can he say bullshit?” Creed whispered loudly.

 

“It’s his courtroom,” his mom whispered back. “He can do whatever he wants.”

 

“But I want to know, Derrick. Why do you want this? What do you hope to achieve?”

I didn’t even have to think. “I want this because he’s my brother,” I said honestly. “And I hope to help him grow up to be the best man who ever walked the face of the earth. People think that I did something noble. They say I saved him by raising him.” I shook my head. “They don’t realize that he was the one that saved me.”

The judge watched me for a moment, and I wanted to squirm under his gaze, but I forced myself to stand where I was and stare right back. Finally, after what felt like days, Judge Higgins nodded. “Good answer. Are there any further issues that I need to be aware of? Any last details before we move forward?”

Silence.

“I’ve learned at my time here in family court,” he said, “that life can be hard on children, that choices are made for them that are not always in their best interests. I have seen the very worst in people, who have inflicted pain and violence against the ones entrusted to them. It hurts to see those cases, because it makes you wonder when it will all end, when there will be a day when you think it will all be okay.

“I think today may be one of those days. Derrick, from everything I’ve heard, and from speaking to Tyson myself, you’ve raised a remarkable young man. And while the focus may have been on Tyson and his wellbeing throughout this process, you yourself deserve the credit for who he is. When he makes something of himself, it will be because of you, and that is one thing that I hope you never forget.”

He looked at Tyson, who had a slow grin starting to spread across his face. “And you, Tyson. I’ve heard what you’ve been through. Your mother made an egregious decision, one that has affected you greatly. But do not allow that to define you. You are so much more than that. I also understand you’ve suffered a recent loss of a dear friend. Just know that I’m sure she would have been proud of you, just as much as everyone in this room is. You will listen to your brother, yes?”

He nodded. “Yes. Unless he tells me that I have to eat a hot dog. Then I’ll be back in here petitioning for emancipation.”

The judge smiled, if only for a moment. “Of that I have no doubt.” He turned back to me. “Derrick, I am hereby appointing you as legal guardian to Tyson McKenna. The CPS visits will continue for a short while, and I would recommend that you continue with the therapy as well. But that choice is yours now. And every choice that follows. It is a great responsibility, but one I think you will shoulder as you’ve always done. Do you have any questions?”

“That’s it?” I demanded, unable to stop myself. “He’s mine? That’s all it took?”

Judge Higgins chuckled. “Well, you’ll need to sign a couple of things with a notary, and we’ll want to set a schedule for CPS, but yes, Derrick. That’s it. He’s yours.”

“Holy
shit!
” I shouted.

 

The judge frowned. “Not in my courtroom, Mr. McKenna. But you’re right. Holy shit.”

And that was all I heard from him because I’d already turned and grabbed the Kid and pulled him up to me and held him close, and as we both trembled, as we both realized that this was finally it, our family closed in around us, and there was laughter and congratulations and even a couple of tears. But it was him in my arms that I focused on, Otter’s hand at my back. The Kid put his forehead against mine, and everything else faded around us, and the Kid said the only thing that needed to be said.

“It’s about damn time, Papa Bear.”

I
WOKE
up one morning in August, the sun not yet risen, wondering why my body saw fit to wake me so damn early in the morning. And then it hit me.

I’m getting married today,
I thought.
Well, fuck me sideways.

I shot straight up in the bed, and stared down at the man next to me, one huge leg draped over mine, his arm across my lap, snoring as if it was going out of style and he had to make sure everyone knew how good he was at it.
I’m getting married to this guy today.

Jesus,
it grumbled.
You act like you’re surprised. It’s been on your mind ever since you saw that damn ring. Believe me, I know. I’m stuck in here. Oh, please. You love it as much as I do
.

 

That’s a flat-out lie! Sort of!

My loving gaze turned into a glare, wondering just how the hell the big guy could continue to sleep on what was supposed to be one the most monumental days ever. Bastard. I extricated myself from his grasp and pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. I ground my hips down with just enough pressure to let him know I meant business. He stopped snoring and groaned. I pressed down harder. He cracked open his left eye. “What you doing?” he rumbled.

“How can you be asleep?” I scowled.
“Easy. I close my eyes and it’s done.”

“Oh, well. If you
want
me to stop, then I can.” I made to move, but his hands came up and gripped my hips.

 

“And where the hell do you think you’re going?” he growled at me, his fingers digging into my flesh.

 

“Nowhere,” I managed to get out, rolling my ass against his hardening dick. “Just gonna stay right here until you realize what today is.”