Love Of Family M/M

01. Last Minute Jitters

Greg & Brandon

Greg Wilmont stepped out of the bathtub, pulled the bath sheet from the rack, dried off, and hung it over the shower curtain to dry; He slipped into a pair of grey boxer/briefs and faced the mirror. Greg picked up the hair gel, squeezed some in his palm, rubbed his hands together, and distributed it through his curly, neck-length, jet-black hair; he used his fingers to gently toss his damp locks around to achieve the controlled and messy hairstyle he wanted. Next, he retrieved the electric razor from its place in the drawer and shaved his slight morning stubble; Greg reached over, opened the space saver's cabinet door, and retrieved a bag of cotton balls. He pulled one out and used it to apply some witch hazel to his youthful face. Finally, satisfied with his appearance Greg smiled and turned the light out.

The young man walked into his bedroom, grabbed his favorite pair of faded blue jeans off the bed, and slipped into them; The fabric hugged his lower body like a second skin. Greg loved the way his jeans accentuated his round, plump ass. Sitting on the bed, he massaged some lotion into his size twelve bare feet and put on a pair of ankle-length, white athletic socks. Next, Greg went to the closet and chose a dark red polo shirt that looked great with his jeans and light tan skin tone. Finally, he stepped into his black sneakers and took one more look in the full-length mirror attached to the door. He turned out the light and closed the bedroom door.

Greg made sure his wallet was in his back pocket; he picked up his keys, threw a tan windbreaker over his arm, and locked the door. He stood on his front porch, took a deep breath, and smiled; The mid-September morning was a bit on the cool side, but with the sunshine, it felt warmer. Although, it wasn't the weather making Greg happy. He was excited that it was the first day of his vacation and, Levie was moving in with him.

"I wonder what living with Levie will be like." the brunet thought as he walked to his truck. He'd met his boyfriend at Lyle Moore's forty-seventh birthday party, Lyle's the investment counselor at the bank where Greg works; He's also one of the most loved and respected people there. About a week after his promotion, Lyle started taking an interest in him and his plans; that's how he got invited to the lavish party. Early in the evening, Lyle introduced Greg to his grandson; He was a gorgeous, bright-eyed redhead named Levie Stillman. Greg's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he gazed at the exquisite, angelic being.

Before leaving, to mingle with other guests, Lyle told the boys he thought they looked good together. Once they got past the awkward introduction, the two of them relaxed, and after some small talk, discovered some common interests. That same evening, Greg met Lyle's wife Ev'lynn Moore, their son, Troy Stillman, and son-in-law, Jaycen Stillman. While talking with Levie, he learned Jaycen and Troy were his brothers, or as Levie called them, his Bropops. Greg and Levie exchanged numbers before sharing a warm embrace and saying good night to one another. A week later, they started dating. The raven-haired young man smiled as he remembered the feeling he got from that first hug; It was full of love and genuine kindness. Greg softly chuckled to himself as he recalled the adorable nickname; the brunet made a mental note to ask Levie where he got the name.

Greg climbed into his 2012 Toyota Tacoma Prerunner. The twenty-year-old was proud of his pickup truck. Three years ago, Greg sat down with his foster dad, Tom Wilmont, his foster mom, Linda, and his foster brother, Brandon. Together they researched best rated, longest-lasting pickup trucks with the best gas mileage. They agreed on the Tacoma and found one in almost new condition; the vehicle had fifty thousand miles and cost twenty-five thousand dollars. The family repeated the process for Brandon but, he didn't want a pickup. They found a silver 2018 Hyundai Sonata Sport Limited with a moon roof and, like the Tacoma, its condition was almost new; The vehicle had forty thousand miles and cost twenty-one thousand dollars.

Linda and Tom offered to buy both vehicles for their sons, but the brothers adamantly protested; The teens said they didn't want their parents spending that much on them. Greg and Brandon insisted on paying their parents back with interest and, after some lengthy negotiations, the couple came to a proposed compromise with their two kids. Each teen would pay half what their chosen vehicle cost without interest. Greg and Brandon got up and went into Greg's room. They hashed out their ideas on the proposal, then returned to the family room, and agreed.

Linda and Tom attached the last-minute, nonnegotiable addendum; they would pay for a custom paint job if the boys wanted a different color than the original. The boys looked at each other, shook their heads, and chuckled at how sneaky their parents were; the family sealed the agreement with handshakes, hugs, and a kiss on the cheek, for each parent. Brandon was happy with the color of his car. Greg chose a dark blue with purple hues for his truck.

Before starting his vehicle, Greg took a minute to meditate. He closed his eyes, fingered his tree of life pentacle necklace, and thanked the Goddess for blessing him. He was at a good place in his life. It was just over two years ago when Greg got his job at the bank. He worked as a teller for a year before getting promoted to the checking/loan department. Greg is responsible for monitoring customers' accounts. He makes sure they aren't compromised or close to being overdrawn. He is also responsible for preliminary loan approvals. Once Greg approves or denies the loan, it's sent, to his manager, for the final decision.

Greg started the Tacoma and shifted into reverse. Even though it wasn't a big pickup, he used the side mirrors and carefully backed out of the designated space. He put the truck into drive and exited the parking lot. Greg pulled up to the stop sign, turned right onto Barksdale Avenue, and headed across town to meet his brother for lunch.

Brandon pulled into the diner's parking lot. Before exiting his Sonata, the twenty-year-old ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. He was about to open the car door when he noticed his brother parking his truck a couple of spaces down from him.

The young man sat for a minute and reminisced about the day he met Greg. The boys were eight years old and immediately hit it off. After talking for a bit, the pair discovered their birthdays were a few days apart. It didn't take long before they became inseparable. Brandon's parents fell in love with the raven-haired youth. He was energetic, playful, and very affectionate. After the first week, the boys told Linda and Tom that they were best friends and brothers. Because their birthdays were so close together, Brandon's parents held a joint birthday party for the boys. It saddened them. that Greg's parents didn't do anything to acknowledge the youngster's birthday. Hell! The boy's parents didn't know, or even give a damn, about where he was.

Next, Brandon's mind fast-forwarded to the night, when a very bruised and bloodied fourteen-year-old Greg showed up on the Wilmont's doorstep. His mom, and dad, had beaten the hell out of the boy and threw him out of the house. All because they discovered Greg was gay. Tears dripped down Brandon's cheeks. Even after five years, the blonde was haunted; by the defeated and broken look in his brother's eyes. The young teen had never seen his Greg, looking so small, vulnerable, and scared. However, what truly broke Brandon's heart, was when he opened the door, and Greg's exhausted body fell limp against him. The boy's face was bleeding from almost everywhere. "Please, help me, Bran, it hurts." Greg managed to say just before passing out.

Finally, his thoughts shifted to the present; Tom and Linda heard about a successful local grocery store franchise and decided to buy into the company; the couple worked with Lyle and formed a plan to open a store of their own. Brandon's parents asked him to be the assistant store manager. They asked to get Greg involved but, he refused, telling the family that he wanted to continue working at the bank. Greg told them Lyle had taken an interest in him and made sure he got noticed by upper management. Linda and Tom couldn't argue with the sound decision and expressed their sadness; over not having the entire family together in this new and exciting venture. They reminded their foster son; that he was family, he would always be loved, and would always have a place in their store, should he ever need it.

Brandon was starting to have doubts about moving with his parents; it would be exciting to live somewhere else but, he didn't want to be so far away from Greg. Unable to take any more, Brandon shook his head and tried to clear the sad thoughts from his mind. He splashed some water on his face; Brandon kept a bottle or two in the car for emergencies.

The blonde smiled as he got a fun idea. Early in their friendship, Brandon and Greg discovered they shared an interest in tickling. Not only were they very ticklish but, they loved having playful tickle fights with each other; however, that was just one element of their unbreakable bond. The young men shared the same values and had similar personalities; they were kind, friendly, trustworthy, loving, protective, loyal, playful, hard-working and, had no problem showing affection, publicly or privately.
Brandon got out of the car and locked the door. He was fighting hard to hold in his laughter as he silently approached his brother; When he was close enough, the smiling blonde reached out with both hands and tickled Greg's sides, just above his hips.

Instantly, the six-foot-tall man yelped; He tried to block the ticklish assault with his arms while excited laughter flowed from his lips. Greg's slightly muscular but toned body fell in a squirming heap on the sidewalk. His brother smiled angelically and held out his arm. With a devilish grin, Greg took hold of the offered hand, yanked his brother's five-foot-nine, lanky body down on top of him and, quickly trapped the squirming man. He launched a tickle attack of his own by kneading his fingers between his prey's ribs. "Hi, Bran, you do realize I saw you the entire time, right?" Greg chuckled as Brandon's shrieks and boisterous laughter spewed from the blonde captive's parted lips. Once the two of them were standing, Greg pulled his brother into a warm, bear hug that lifted the shorter man off the ground; After setting Brandon back down, he kissed his cheek. "I didn't keep you waiting, did I?"

Eagerly, the sandy blonde returned the hug and kiss. "Nope, I just got here, saw you pull in, decided to have some fun, and surprise you; By the way, how'd you see me?" He got his answer when his brother laughed and pointed at the diner's mirror window.

"Bro, I'm anxious about Levie moving in. I hope we can live together." Greg's breathing got faster, and tears started filling his blue-grey eyes. "Bran, he's beautiful, inside and out; I don't want to lose him. We've only been going out for three months, but I feel the bond with him growing stronger. I can't explain how I know this, but..." Greg paused and stood with his hands on his brother's shoulders and his head pressed against Brandon's.

"Bro, Lev's the most amazing guy I've met, not just physically, but he's got an incredibly giving heart; He's the one, the one I want to be my future husband." Brandon's eyes widened, and his brows arched; he placed his hands on both sides of Greg's face and stared directly into his brother's eyes. Brandon noticed Greg's eyes remained unwavering; he only saw the sincerity and tears.

When they were around thirteen, the boys discovered this technique and used it to determine if they had unrecognized doubts for any situation they faced. Brandon nodded in satisfaction and lovingly wrapped his emotional brother in his arms. "Hey, calm down, everything will be alright. If he's the one, you need to introduce him and his family to us. We've been dying to meet this guy, especially me. I need to make sure he's good enough for you." Brandon said as he gently rubbed the back of Greg's neck and laid his head on his brother's shoulder.

"I promise Brandon, as soon as I can, we'll get together. Believe me, they've been anxious to meet you guys too. We just haven't had the time; I've got my job, Lev works the ranch he owns with his brothers, gives riding lessons, he's a reserve firefighter and, is a firearm and archery instructor. He also has his Realtor's license and shows houses when his Uncle Damian needs him. Hopefully, by moving in together, we can have more time to strengthen our relationship; at least, living in the same place, neither of us has to drive, twenty or thirty minutes, one way, for a date."

"It sounds like you guys have thought this through. This is a big step in advancing your relationship. You have my support and blessing but, don't forget I get the final say. You're my brother. I love you and, I gotta protect you." Brandon giggled and squealed when he was thrown over Greg's shoulder and spun around. "Hey, Tarzan, put me down; I ain't Jane."

Greg chuckled then gave his best impression of the famous jungle man; He set his brother down and wiped his eyes. "I love you, Bran. Thanks for always being there and loving me." Greg grinned and playfully ruffled Brandon's hair.

"Shit, watch the hair, ya big lug. I just fixed it in the car." The blonde smiled and playfully shoved his brother. "Love ya more, ya big goofball. Greg, the two of you have to make time for a family get-together. Mom and Dad aren't going to wait forever. Don't forget our mom's not afraid to show up at five o'clock in the morning, let herself in, and wake you both up in your underwear, or even less." Brandon's statement caused a boisterous outbreak of laughter. "Now, come on, I'm starving." The young men shared another hug and went inside.

The diner wasn't too busy, and they were seated pretty quickly. Shortly after receiving the drinks, their waitress, a pleasant, middle-aged woman, came to take their orders. Greg ordered a foot-long Philly cheesesteak sub and, he added bacon, olives, pickles, extra cheese, extra mayo, and a large curly fries; Brandon ordered the same thing. The pair got comfortable on the benches and relaxed. They discussed the impending future changes; Specifically, Greg being there without his family close by and in the same city. The young men had tears in their eyes as they continued talking over lunch. Greg reassured his brother he would be okay. In turn, Brandon assured Greg he'd never be alone and, the family was just a call away.

Levie, Troy, & Jaycen

Levie was face down on his bed, looking out the window at the mountains while waves of varying emotions ebbed and flowed through him. He was excited about moving into the city and living with Greg. However, Levie was experiencing anxiety over the same things he was excited about. He was also nervous about not living with Jaycen, his older brother and, his husband, Troy. When he was eight, Levie began splitting his time between living on the ranch with his parents and at Oak Ridge with his brothers. Oak Ridge was the property beside the Stillman Ranch. It was owned; by Stacy and Mark.

His parents were in their mid-forties when Levie was born and, neither one felt they had the energy needed to raise him. The couple was tired of ranch life. They wanted to travel and get a small house in the city. They asked Jaycen and Troy if they'd be willing to love and raise Levie. Mark, and Stacy, also asked the couple to take ownership of the ranch Jaycen and Troy instantly and eagerly agreed to both requests.

The elder Stillman' asked Troy's parents, Lyle and Ev'lynn Moore, to assist with Levie's raising. Without question, the Moore's agreed. They considered the young boy their grandson and were a big part of their three boys' lives.

Two years later, Mark, and Stacy, died in a car accident. They held hands as they took their last breath. Mark and Stacy gave Jaycen and Troy custody of Levie six months before they died.

Levie created the nickname Bropops for his brothers when he was eleven; In his eyes, they were a combination of older brothers and parents. Troy and Jaycen taught him to ride horses, a bicycle, and work on a ranch. The couple also taught Levie how to respectfully and effectively handle firearms, bows, and arrows. Because of their teachings and the help of some of the ranch hands, specifically Bill, the ranch's foreman, Levie excelled at marksmanship, with firearms and archery. All three brothers were in the state's top five gun safety instructors. Levie was known and respected as the youngest and most outspoken advocate for teaching youths about gun safety and respect. Despite his accomplishments and accolades, the lesson Jaycen and Troy taught that meant the most was loving himself; because of their love and guidance, Levie was extremely comfortable in his skin.

Levie was also anxious about leaving his Blue Roan, Quarter horse, a beautiful stallion with a silvery, grey/blue coat named Triton. The twenty-year-old shared a special bond with his horse. When the redhead was sixteen, a pregnant mare got loose and wandered into the mountains that edged the Stillman ranch. Levie was the one to find her she was dead. The mare had given birth and was attacked; by a mountain lion. The big cat was about to kill the newborn but, Levie shot it just in time. After determining the foal was, at least visibly healthy, Levie claimed ownership of the colt.

The redhead got so lost in his thoughts that Troy was able to sneak up behind him. The mischievous thirty-year-old quickly trapped Levie's ankles in the crook of his arm and strummed his fingernails back and forth across the size nine bare soles. Instantly, the ticklish pair of feet came alive; they squirmed and wriggled in the vice-like grip.

A flood of boyish giggles, and squeals, sprang from Levie's lips as he rolled side to side. The redhead attempted to pull on Troy's arm, so his feet could escape the chokehold and, despite his outward appearance, Levie loved the attention.

"You okay, baby boy?" Troy giggled and released his ticklish boy's feet. The brunet lovingly hugged Levie and kissed his forehead.

Jaycen leaned on the door frame, shook his head, and chuckled as he watched the pair of overgrown kids. The emotional thirty-year-old was doing his best not to break down in tears and, because of their bond, he knew Troy was fighting the same battle.

"Dads, I'm nervous and scared." Tears welled in the young man's eyes and, he wrapped Troy in a vice-like bear hug; Levie had always been extremely affectionate and wasn't afraid to show it. "I love you, Troypop. You two have given me everything I could ever want or need." The young man squeezed harder and clung to Troy; Levie's tears soaked his Bropop's shoulder.

"I do need to breathe, kiddo." Troy gasped not just from the strength of Levie's embrace but also the emotion behind it; He looked up at Jaycen and mouthed, "Dads." The two nodded, proudly smiled, and continued to comfort their boy.

Jaycen sat down beside his husband and kid. "Lev, you know we'll always love and support you, no matter what." Jaycen chuckled when the energetic redhead switched bodies and sat in his lap, cuddling against him; The red head's six-foot-two, solid, muscular body, dwarfed Levie's five-foot-eight toned, muscular frame.

"I don't doubt that I want to be with him, I love him, and I'm pretty sure we're going to be future husbands. I'm nervous about not living here with you and Troypop; I'm already missing Tri, as well."

"You love him that much, huh?" Jaycen asked as he and Troy nuzzled their boy's neck on both sides; They chuckled when their actions caused Levie's squirms and giggles.

"I do, Dads, Greg's amazing; He's warm, intelligent, sincere, caring, and loving." Levie paused and wiped his tears."

"Sweetie, what you're feeling is the same thing everyone else feels when they leave home, there's always some fear and doubt." Troy leaned over and kissed Levie's head.

Jaycen looked at the men who were the most important in his life. "I've got a suggestion; why don't you guys do a trial run?"

"I'm not following, babe."

"Me either, Jaycepop."

"Hear me out, live in Greg's townhouse, for say, one week; Then the two of you, can live here for a week, and see what works best. If you guys decide you like it here better, maybe you boys can move into Oakridge; The current tenants are moving next week." Jaycen's suggestion earned him an exuberant hug and kiss; from both husband and son.

"Dad, that's awesome.

Jaycen and Troy looked at each other, and tears started rolling down their cheeks.

"Dad's, what's wrong?' Levie worked his way between the older men and looked at them with great concern.

"Nothing's wrong, Son; That's the first time you've called us dads."

"Y..you just called me son." Levie was shedding tears of his own. His heart overflowed with love for the two men he called bropops and dads.

"Lev, I know we haven't verbally expressed how we see you." Jaycen paused and tried to continue, but his emotions overtook him, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Troy continued for Jaycen. "Baby boy, in our eyes, you're our son. We loved you before you were born, Levie Michael, our sweet baby boy."

Levie was speechless, his tears fell, and all he could do was leap into the older men's arms. "Thank you for everything." Levie hugged his brothers/dads with everything in him and kissed their cheeks. "I love you, Dads’”

"We love you too, Baby Boy." Jaycen and Troy smiled and kissed their boy's forehead, then smoothed his hair.

02. Moving Day

At The Ranch

After Jaycen and Troy left his room, Levie started choosing clothes to bring for the week. The twenty-year-old got dressed while he packed. Levie pulled out a pair of slim-fit, grey jeans and put them on over his blue bikini briefs. Then he chose a dark green shirt that made his red hair look more fire-like, and after putting on his favorite pair of Scooby-Doo socks, he stepped into his tan, two and three-quarter-inch heeled cowboy boots. He'd almost finished packing when he decided to call Greg.

"Hey Angel boy, how's your day so far?" Greg answered.

"Hey, hey, can I say hi? I want to say hi to him too. Come on, let me say hi to my new bro." Brandon whined like a small child.

"It's good. How about yours?" Levie chuckled, hearing the two brothers. He cracked up, laughing when he heard Greg squeal and protest the wet willie he'd just received. "Babe, you might as well put it on speaker." Levie said after he heard Brandon's threat of tickling Greg's feet and his boyfriend saying, "Don't you dare."

"Hi Lev, I'm Brandon, your new brother. I can't wait to meet you." Brandon hollered.

The redhead giggled and continued packing. "Well, if you've got some time this afternoon, I'll be at Greg's in about an hour. I can't wait to meet you either." Levie continued chatting with the two men and told them about Jaycen's suggestion. Greg, and Brandon, expressed their surprise and happiness about the idea. After saying goodbye, and telling the brothers he loved them, Levie ended the call. He grabbed the suitcase and headed down to his jeep.

Levie loved his 1979 Golden Eagle CJ7. Ever since he watched the original "Dukes Of Hazzard" and saw Daisy's jeep, Dixie, he wanted one. Everyone loved General Lee, but Levie loved how fun the jeep looked and was dying to drive one. When he got his jeep, Levie updated the engine and put slightly bigger tires on the Golden Eagle. Levie attached a bar to the sides; so that he could climb into the raised vehicle. Levie had the jeep painted black and, the words "Golden Eagle" were written on the sides of the hood. Rainbow-colored pentacles surrounded the golden eagle on the hood. He put the luggage in the backseat then went to say goodbye to his dads. The young man yelped when he ran right into Jaycen's open arms.

"My kid's not leaving without saying goodbye to his dads. Is he?" Jaycen smiled, hefted the giggling younger man over his shoulder, and tickled Levie's sides. He spun the cackling, shorter man around. Jaycen playfully smacked Levie's ass and set him back on the ground. He gasped as Levie jumped at him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"I'd never leave without saying goodbye. I'm going to miss you two so much." Levie said through his heavy sobs. Tears streamed down the twenty-year-old man's cheeks. However, the love flowing between him, and Jaycen, was comforting. Once his bropop let him go, Levie gave the same affection to Troy.

Before getting in the jeep, Levie walked down to the stable to talk with Triton. As soon as he entered the barn, Levie could hear the grey/blue stallion getting excited about seeing him. Levie giggled when the horse playfully reared up and snorted. Levie smiled and, he opened the stall door. Within seconds, the redhead got pinned against the wall. He laughed like crazy as his playful stallion tickled him. Triton nuzzled his nose against his boy's stomach and neck, which caused the hysterically laughing young man to slide to the ground.

"I love you, Tri." Levie said, between the laughter and squeals. Finally, Triton slightly backed off, so Levie could get to his feet. When he was standing Levie, and his steed spent the next few minutes hugging each other. They silently reassured the other they'd always be there. "I'll be back in a day or two, be a good boy for your Pap-Paw's okay. They love you just as much as I do." Tears streamed down Levie's cheeks. He'd never been away from Triton since he was born. The stallion nodded, and snorted, then hugged his owner again. Levie walked the horse back to his stall, then, after another hug and kiss, he closed and secured the stall door.

"I've never seen a horse and owner as close and bonded as the two of you are." The older man chuckled when Levie jumped and squeaked from surprise. Bill found himself encased in a signature Levie hug.

"Bill, please, watch out for my dads and Tri when I'm not here. If something ever happened to them." Levie couldn't continue; his emotions got the best of him. The teary redhead melted into the ranch foreman's strong embrace.

"So, you've finally called them dads, huh? The other hands, your Pap-Paw Lyle, Mam-Maw Ev, Uncle's Stu, and Damian, and I had a bet on when you'd call them that." Bill's tears fell on Levie's head as he comforted Levie. The fifty-year-old, weathered man was twenty when he started working for Mark and Stacy. It had been a little over a month after Jaycen's birth that Bill came along, looking for work. He had a special place in his heart for the three young owners. The seasoned foreman had been instrumental in helping Jaycen and Troy take over the ranch. He was also the one who did most of Levie's training. The young man in his arms was like a son to him.

Levie lifted his head and looked into the older man's eyes. "Who won?" He asked, with just the slightest hint, of an amused smirk.

"Mam-Maw Ev, she said you'd start calling them dads when you got closer to your twenties and began understanding how much Jayce and Troy sacrificed over the years.

Levie gasped, and fresh tears started streaming down his cheeks. "T...They sacrificed a lot to raise me?" It was that moment, he realized, he'd never really talked to Jaycen and Troy about what they'd gone through to raise a young boy on their own. "I...I'm the most ungrateful brat alive." He said, just before breaking down.

Bill had never been stern with Levie before, but he was now. Firmly but gently, the older man pushed the redhead back, just far enough, so he could look into the young man's eyes. "Levie Michael, look at me."

The slightly stern tone was something Levie wasn't used to hearing from the foreman. It made him jump and gasp as he complied with the order.

The older man paused and took a breath. He wanted to phrase everything right. He guided the emotional younger man over to a bench, sat down, and pulled him onto his lap. A soft smile came across his face when Levie wrapped his arms around the man's neck and laid his head on his shoulder, just like he'd always done over the years. "Look at me, young man." Bill slightly lifted Levie's chin.

Levie's silvery, light green eyes opened and, he gazed into Bill's dark brown eyes.

"You're so far from an ungrateful brat. Levie, do you realize the first thing you said to me just now? I've never met a more caring, responsible, hard-working, and loving person. You do so much to help, not just your dads but the entire ranch. That's not even including all of the riding and marksmanship lessons you've given over the years." Bill paused and nodded towards Triton's stall. "Do I even have to say anything about how you saved, taken care of, and loved that stallion? Lev, your late parents, your dads, the ranch hands, your family, Son, we're all very proud and love you. Why in the world would you ever think you're an ungrateful brat?"

"We'd like to know that as well." Jaycen and Troy saw the entire interaction between the two men.
Levie and Bill jumped when they heard Jaycen's voice. Still crying and sniffling, Levie looked over and up at his older brother. "I...I said that because I've never talked to you guys about what it was like and what you've gone through raising me. I just took it for granted that you guys did that. Before he could do anything, Levie was instantly grabbed up, off Bill's lap, and cradled in Jaycen's arms. Levie wrapped his arms and legs around the older redhead.

Bill got up. He gave Troy and Jaycen hugs and, he kissed Levie's head. The older man smiled and left the younger men.

The two husband's sat beside each other on the bench, with their boy sitting across their laps. "Baby boy, just because we've never talked about what we experienced raising you doesn't make you a brat. Troypop and I purposefully made sure we only showed our love for you, this ranch, and each other so you'd never have to deal with the little drama we faced." Jaycen wiped his and Levie's tears, then he leaned over, kissed his husband and, they both kissed Levie.

"Lev, we did have some issues, but they weren't major and became very insignificant. They're all in the past and didn't affect us in the long run. Son, if you want to, we'll sit down and have a family discussion about the past." Troy smiled as Levie shifted positions and leaned against him. "Baby boy, the only thing that matters, is we love you more than anything on this planet. Jaycepop and I have never regretted loving and raising you. We started doing that when you were born."

"What do you mean?" Levie looked into Troy's loving, brown eyes.

"When you were born, Mom and Dad couldn't do all the overnight feedings. So Troypop and I helped them out. We went to the library and checked out books about caring for an infant. We'd do it all again Baby Boy." The two men hugged Levie and tickled the younger man's sides.

"Dads!" Levie squealed. He wriggled and squirmed as best he could. Levie's wild, high-pitched laughter bounced off the stable's walls.

"Do you still feel like you're an ungrateful brat?" Jaycen's hands worked their way under Levie's shirt and tickled the redhead's bare armpit hollows. This new attack caused the captive to shriek and kick his legs.

"I give! Uncle! I'm not an ungrateful brat." Levie surrendered. He heavily panted and was in the middle of a double bropop hug.

The couple released their kid and, after another shared hug, they walked back to Levie's jeep. All the men had tears streaming down their cheeks as they said goodbye. Jaycen, Troy, and Levie were all feeling the same thing. Even though they knew this didn't change anything, except where Levie slept at night, it was still an emotional parting.

"Lev, take tomorrow off, and spend some time with Greg." Jaycen snapped his fingers. "Why don't you see if Greg, and his family, can come out here with you on Sunday? We can show everyone around the ranch and spend the day working on blending our families."

"Babe, that's another brilliant idea. Have you been taking smart pills?" Troy laughed, like a hyena, when his comment earned him a noogie and a tickle attack. The thirty-year-old was brought to his knees as his husband's fingers kneaded his ribs.

Levie shook his head and giggled at the two men. To him, they were the perfect couple, as well as being incredible role models. The young man thought it was awesome that Jaycen and Troy met when they were three years old. Stacy Stillman knocked on Ev'lynn Moore's front door. She showed up with a u-haul, three large pizzas, and a three-year-old Jaycen. Stacy was there to move Ev'lynn, and three-year-old Troy into the three-bedroom cottage, beside the main house at the ranch. Even as teens, the couple spent at least a few hours every day together, before falling asleep, in each other's arms. Twelve years ago, the couple got married, and to this day, they're still madly in love with each other.

The redhead thought about when he was eight years old. Mark, and Stacy, told him to be honest about how he felt about them and his older brothers. Then, they asked him if he saw Troy and Jaycen as his parents and if he wanted to live with them on the ranch. The couple smiled when he told them he did see his brothers as parents and them as grandparents. The twenty-year-old wiped a stray tear. Levie vividly remembered after he answered, his parents took him in their arms, then hugged and kissed him. They both told him they knew he felt that way, but they had to hear it for themselves. Levie also remembered how his dad said if he ever felt comfortable calling Troy and Jaycen his dads, he would be proud to share the title with his two sons.

Levie reminded himself to stop at the bank and make his monthly thousand dollar transfer from his regular savings account to his secret "Bropops" account. He chuckled and said, "If you two kids could get serious for a minute."

Jaycen and Troy stopped their playful roughhousing and looked at the smirking redhead. Then, working as one unit, they tackled Levie to the ground. The couple peppered Levie with kisses, tickles, and a couple of Jaycen's signature noogies as he squirmed and giggled. The three of them got to their feet and had one more love-filled kiss and hug. Levie wiped his eyes, said he'd be back on Sunday, and hopefully, have the Wilmonts with him. Levie climbed into the Golden Eagle, put his sunglasses on and, shifted the jeep into drive. He gave one last wave goodbye and headed down the long, gravel drive.

Levie had to stop and dry his eyes before getting on the road. After taking a deep, calming breath, Levie put his turn signal on and turned left onto Duncan Road. He followed the quiet back road for ten minutes, and every so often, would take a glance at the passing mountains. Levie stopped at the light, then he made a right-hand turn onto the exit ramp and got on Highway 250, which took him into the city.

Greg & Brandon

Brandon and Greg finished eating, paid the bill, left a generous tip for the waitress, and left the diner. The young men stood side by side, in front of Greg's Tacoma, and stretched.

Finally, Brandon broke the comfortable silence. "Hey, G." The blonde nervously played with a lock of hair.

Greg looked at his brother's habitual nervous action. He smiled because Brandon's done the same thing since the day they met and, he knew how to calm his brother down. The brunet took hold of the hand that played with the hair and then gently guided his brother in front of him. Then, Greg wrapped his arms protectively around the smaller male and pressed their bodies together. "What's on your mind, Bran?" Greg softly stroked Brandon's hair.

Brandon sighed and pressed his head into his brother's chest. The only two men whose heartbeat and protective embrace could calm, and comfort him, were his dad and brother. Greg's gentle touch was also working to calm his nerves. "Well, I've been wrestling with the move. G, I'm so torn." Brandon's tears fell and dampened Greg's shirt. "I'd like to move and think it would be a great adventure. However, I'm not comfortable being so far away from you. Yeah, Mom and Dad will be there, but not you. You're my rock. You've always protected and loved me. Do you remember when you took on those two guys who beat me up for not letting them bully that one kid? You were like possessed. I'd never seen you so pissed."

Greg continued holding his sobbing brother. He did indeed remember that day. The twenty-year-old also remembered the rage he suppressed when he saw Brandon's body, bruised and bloody, just because he stepped up to stop a bully. Greg also remembered how their parents went to bat for them. The principal was a family friend of the guy, who'd beat Brandon, and was gunning for Greg. He tried saying the raven-haired teen started the whole thing, that is until Linda and Tom confronted the detestable man with a copy of the altercation. One of the boy's friend's recorded the fight on his phone. The brunet shook his mind, back to the present. "I can't tell you what to do but, I will tell you, I love you, and no matter what you decide, I'm behind you, just as I've always been. Mom and Dad will understand and back any decision you make."

Brandon stepped back and kissed his brother's cheek. "Thank you, Greg. I know what way I'm leaning and just needed your reassurance. Now, let's get to your place. I have a new brother to meet."

03. The Day Progresses

Maddox

Thirty-one-year-old Maddox Barksley sat in his truck outside the grocery store and got lost in his thoughts. He'd spent over a decade in prison, and a few months ago, was released. However, Maddox wasn't his real name. A few weeks after being released, the ex-con accessed a savings account he opened before his imprisonment. Maddox withdrew some funds to change his name, get plastic surgery, and colored contact lenses. Now that he was back in town, the only thing on his mind was getting revenge on the men responsible for his imprisonment. Maddox worked on a plan to ravage and kill Jaycen and Troy Stillman. The deranged man was giddy and got turned on by the almost euphoric idea of making one watch as he fucked the other one.

Maddox Barksley was a dangerous man his time in jail taught him to be methodical, calculating, and worst of all, patient. So, he was in no hurry to reveal himself. Maddox lived for the thrill of the hunt. His mouth salivated over the psychological damage he could inflict, on the couple, by causing various problems, and creating dangerous, possibly life-threatening situations. His four-inch, minuscule, pencil-thin appendage got hard from thinking about having his way with the two men.

When he wasn't working Maddox, stalked his chosen targets and learned their habits. An evil sneer came across the man's face as his dark, hollow eyes zeroed in on the raven-haired kid, getting out of his blue/purple Toyota pickup. Although Maddox wasn't interested in the two younger boys, he wanted to know their habits and figure out if they'd be helpful in his conquest. He'd already concluded the young redhead Levie would be best as a last resort target. Barksley knew how fiercely protective the two older men were of him. It'd be suicide to go after Levie too soon. However, the dark-haired one, whose dating Levie, might be a better first target. He ran his fingers through his white blonde/blue two-toned hair, left his old, dusty, grey Ford F-150, and followed Greg into Kroger.

Greg & Maddox

Greg was so preoccupied with Levie moving in for the week that he was oblivious to his surroundings. The brunet quickly found the items on his list. He was waiting in line at the self-checkout when he locked eyes with a man behind him. A sudden, unsettling shiver ran through his body, and the brunet wasn't sure why. There wasn't anything particularly off or seemingly dangerous about this guy. He was a couple of inches shorter than Greg, maybe around Brandon's height, with blue streaks throughout his almost white-blonde hair. His outfit was not the cleanest looking, but it wasn't dirty either. His red shirt was wrinkled, and the man's blue jeans were a bit stained. The brunet shrugged his shoulders and chalked it up to the unexplained. He moved up to the checkout, paid the bill, got in his truck and, headed for the townhouse. The happy twenty-year-old was unaware of the dusty F-150 that followed, just a couple of car lengths behind.

Maddox watched his target pull into the parking lot of the townhouse complex. The man turned in, just enough, so he could turn around and get back on the road. He had forty-five minutes to get to his new job. The Ford sped down the highway and screeched tires as it barreled onto the exit ramp.

Maddox hardly stopped and almost sideswiped another car as he turned left at the stop sign. He turned right, then he turned left and followed the long gravel drive to the ranch's parking area. He skidded to stop, throwing gravel everywhere, and jumped out of the truck.

"Hey Maddox, slow down next time, huh?" The foreman extended his hand to shake Barksley's.

"Sorry, boss, I thought I was gonna be late and freaked." Maddox hid the disgust in his voice. He was playing the good boy until he was ready to strike.

"That's fine, just don't come barreling in next time it's too easy to lose control of your vehicle. You're working with Johnson today. The fences need mending."

"Sure thing Bill, just put me where ya need me." Maddox followed the ranch's foreman.

Levie

The Golden Eagle soared along the highway and, before he knew it, Levie was about five minutes away from his exit. The red-headed young man knew this was an area heavily patrolled by the state police, as well as the county Sheriff and his deputy. So, he made sure to watch his speed. Sheriff Rusty Jackson and Deputy Leon Wallace went to school with Troy and Jaycen. They were also Levie's honorary brothers. Rusty deputized the two older Stillmans and kept them on reserve. However, Jackson called them first when he needed extra men on hand. Levie, Troy, and Jaycen were also reserve firefighters. Every time he left the ranch Levie made sure his Glock seventeen 9 mm pistol was locked in his glove box. He kept his crossbow and arrows under his seat. Levie's backup weapon was a hunting knife strapped to his leg.

Levie was just a couple of exits away from his. The city, such as it's called, was just a populated town, situated in the middle of the large county. A person could walk from one end to the other in about four to five hours. However, it was expanding and getting more populated. The city had a medical center that's where Dr. Stuart Blankenship works. He is the Stillmans honorary uncle and delivered Levie Troy and, Jaycen. Stuart was one of Mark and Stacy's best friends. Another friend was Damian Montgomery, who owns a successful real estate office.

The town maintained a perfect balance between the major stores and restaurants and the local Mom and Pop establishments. A small police station sits beside a modest courthouse. The station fell under the Sheriff's jurisdiction. The officers mainly focused on what was happening in town. The Sheriff, his deputy, and the reserves patrolled the outlying area.

Levie reduced his speed and put on his turn signal. He made sure no one was in his blind spot or too close behind him, then merged onto the off-ramp. At the stoplight, Levie turned left onto Winchester Blvd. A couple of minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of the bank where Greg and his Pap-Paw works. Before going inside, he got his bank card and ID from his wallet. Levie finished his transaction and wished the teller a great day. Then, after finding out his Pap-Paw was with a client, Levie headed to his jeep. Before starting the jeep, he sent Lyle a text, saying he was sorry they missed each other, and he loved him and Mam-Maw. Levie tossed his phone in the passenger seat, carefully backed out, and left the parking lot. He turned left onto Barksdale Ave. Levie followed the two-lane road for about one mile, then turned right and entered the complex's parking lot.

Levie pulled in beside Greg's pickup and shut the jeep down. The next few days were supposed to be dry and mild. So, Levie left the Golden Eagle's doors unattached and the top off. He pulled out the lock bar and attached it to the steering wheel column. Levie reached under the passenger seat got his holster and lockbox. He opened the glove box and pulled out his Glock. Levie made sure the safety was on and removed the ammo. He placed the holster, gun, and ammo in the box and locked it. He jumped out of the jeep, retrieved his crossbow and arrows, then walked up to the door of the townhouse. Levie set his things on the step, rang the doorbell, and waited with a big smile.

Greg, Levie, & Brandon

"Bran, was that the doorbell? I'm just drying off." Greg hollered from the bedroom.

"Yeah, a cute redhead is standing at the door. He's got an adorable smile and, since he's got a suitcase, I'm guessing it's Levie." Brandon giggled as he passed his brother's bedroom. He'd seen their visitor from the monitor in the kitchen. Greg had security cameras installed outside the front door. That way, he could see who was there without opening the door.

"Umm, are ya gonna let my angel in or continue stating the obvious?" Greg cackled as he dodged Brandon's head slap by closing the door.

"You're lucky I love you, Ya big dope." Brandon snickered. He walked over to the door. "C'mon in." The blonde opened the door and stood behind it.

Levie opened the storm door and set his things inside. He was about to close the wooden door when someone grabbed him from behind and wrapped him in a chokehold. The guy holding him pulled Levie backward against a warm, bare chest.

"Don't move. At least, not until I make sure you're good enough for my brother." Brandon chuckled.

Levie grinned. He grasped the attacker's arm with his fingers just above the hand and squeezed Brandon yelped and loosened his grip on his victim. Levie slightly changed his footing, then used the slightly taller man's leverage against him and flipped the blonde over his shoulder. The redhead worked quickly and pinned his captor to the floor, with one arm behind his back, and said, "say, uncle." Levie giggled and tightened his hold on the would-be attacker.

Brandon hollered for his brother's help and tried bucking his attacker off him. However, he was unsuccessful. Greg came running out of the bedroom and doubled over with laughter when he saw what the commotion was. The brunet shook his head and decided to get in on the fun. With a devious smirk, he used one hand to tickle Levie's open armpit and, his other hand tickled, Brandon's exposed side. The young men squealed and giggled. Levie rolled off the blonde and pulled his arm against his side to protect his tickle spot. Brandon curled in the fetal position and giggled. "Uncle, Uncle!" Brandon and Levie surrendered in unison. Once the tickling ceased, the new brothers worked together. They pulled Greg to the floor, pinned him down, and gave him a tickle treatment.

As soon as he was on his feet, Levie wrapped Brandon in his signature Levie hug and kissed his cheek.

"The hug means you're now, and forever, my family." Levie paused and blinked to clear his vision. "So, How'd I do? Am I good enough for Greg?"

"You've passed..." Brandon paused. He laid his head on Levie's shoulder and melted into the embrace. He couldn't believe the love and sincerity he felt coming from Levie. "You've passed, for now." He paused again, and the three men shared a chuckle. "Greg was right. You do give amazing hugs. I'm happy to meet you." The blonde broke the embrace, just long enough, to give Levie a signature Brandon hug.

Levie gasped as tears of joy fell on Brandon's chest. He felt calm and at peace in his new brother's arms. "Your hugs are just as awesome, Bran. You've got a very comforting feel. I've only felt this protected in my Bropops and Greg's arms." He paused and laid his head against his brother's chest. "I'm glad to meet Ya too... I love you, Brandon. Thank you for accepting me as your brother. I'll do my best not to let you or your family down. I can call you Bran, right?"

Brandon's tears fell on Levie's hair as the desire to love and protect Levie flowed through the blonde's veins. He lovingly stroked the red locks and looked up at Greg. His brother smiled and wiped his tears. Brandon could see the love his brother felt for him and Levie shining in his eyes. The two brothers shared a quick nod and smile. "Of course, you won't let me down and, I love you, just as much or more. And, Bran's perfect, as long as I can call you Lev."

Greg wrapped his arms around both his brother and boyfriend. The love pouring from the two men created an incredible experience for the brunet. "I love both of you, more than I could ever express." Brandon, and Levie, melted into Greg's protective embrace and voiced their love for him.

The trio finished expressing their feelings for one another for the moment. Greg got everyone a beer from the kitchen and sat beside Levie on the sofa, with Brandon on the chair. The three of them fell into a relaxed conversation and spent the rest of the afternoon with Brandon and Levie getting to know each other. At one point, Brandon's curiosity got the best of him. "Lev, I don't mean to pry, but what's in the box, and why do you have a crossbow and arrows?"

Levie cracked up laughing. He got up, picked up the box, and sat back down. He got a serious look on his face and slightly turned to face the two brothers. "Greg, Bran, I need to ask you two something before I show you what's in the box and strapped to my leg."

The statement brought a solemn look and demeanor to the young men. After they shared a glance, the brothers gave Levie their undivided attention.

Levie sighed. "Are you guys comfortable around weaponry and firearms?"

"Mama Linda, and Papa Tom, have guns around the house, and they carry them on their person."

"Good." Levie smiled and lifted the leg of his jeans, unstrapped his knife and, set it on the coffee table. Then opening the box, he pulled out the Glock and ammo. He looked over at the brothers and burst out laughing at their expressions. "Guys, I'm a skilled marksman in archery and firearms. I'm not bragging, just stating the facts. My bropops and I are gay and own a ranch and had to make sure we're armed. I've got a permit to carry, both open and concealed. Jaycen and Troy are reserve deputies and, the three of us are reserve firefighters.

"Holy fuckin' crap, I'm dating baby Rambo." Greg looked at the gun knife and then over at the crossbow.

"You were armed this whole time, and you still let me grab you in a chokehold? Bro, you're a freakin' badass." Brandon reached over and picked up the knife.

"Be careful with that knife. It's razor-sharp."

"Would you teach us to use the bow and guns?" Brandon asked. He was looking at Levie, with a different type of respect, than before.

"As long as Mama Linda and Papa Tom don't mind. Is that what you want, baby?" The redhead leaned over and kissed his boyfriend.

"They'd be fine with that. I think Bran and I could have fun."

After putting the weapons in the lockbox, Levie got up and placed the box in the closet. The three young men continued to chat and have a great afternoon.

At The Ranch

The two men made quick work of fixing the damaged fencing. When they finished, Johnson headed back to the ranch. Maddox walked further in the woods. He was curious about the property since he hadn't been there in a long time.

The deranged man was giggly because of the visions dancing in his head. They were visions of what he'd do to Jaycen and Troy. Maddox was so happy with the dark intentions that he began skipping and clapping his hands like he was a child again. The happiness he felt was interrupted by the sound of an approaching horse. His eyes narrowed, he crept in the bushes and stayed out of sight. A couple of minutes later, Barksley saw Troy riding on a mare. He smiled and slowly licked his chapped lips. Maddox knew this horse was one that the couple was trying to calm down. The high-strung mare was easily spooked. The more he watched, the more he giggled. Barksley found it amusing seeing the brunet struggle to keep the steed from bolting.

"I think I'll help him out a bit." The man reached in his jacket and pulled out a revolver. Maddox made sure it was loaded and crept a little closer. He could hear Troy softly talking to the mare. Raising the gun, Barksley aimed for the branch, just above the brunet's head. He waited for a second, and when they were right where he wanted them. Maddox took his shot. Troy didn't have time to think. The second the shot was heard, the mare reared up on her hind legs, threw her rider to the ground, and ran back towards the ranch.

Troy was too dazed to move. He shook his head just before the branch crashed down on top of him. It barely missed his head and neck. The blow, combined with the fall, knocked the wind out of Troy, and he fell facedown in the dirt. The brunet tried getting to his feet but, was knocked unconscious by a hard blow to the back of his head. Maddox replaced the gun in its holster and walked over to the fallen man. He sneered as his boot connected with Troy's body. Despite the desire to kick the life out of him, Barksley held himself back. He reached down and removed the keys, clipped to the brunet's belt

04. A Bad Day To Be A Stillman

Linda & Tom

Linda brought her hand up to cover a yawn as she stood at the counter with two cups and waited for the coffee to brew as her husband Tom plated their breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Babe, I think Brandon will be more comfortable if Greg's with him when we have our talk," Tom said as he brought the plates to the table.

"I agree with you," Linda said as she fixed their coffee.

The couple continued their discussion, one of the topics was their decision to rent the house and not sell it.

"After I do these dishes, we can drive over to Greg's." Linda gathered the dishes from the table and put them in the sink.

"We should call them before driving to the townhouse and, isn't Greg's boyfriend moving in today?"

"Tom, it shouldn't take that long and, besides, this is important."

Tom shook his head, folded the newspaper, and kissed his wife before going to their bedroom to get dressed.

Greg's Townhouse

Linda turned into the complex and parked her Lincoln Navigator beside Brandon's Hyundai.

"That's an interesting jeep," Tom commented as he and his wife climbed the five steps and stood on the front porch.

"I'm starting to think we should've called first as you suggested." Linda couldn't put her finger on it, but there was a strange feeling inside her gut like they were about to walk in and find something they didn't expect.

"No time for coulda, woulda, shoulda's babe," Tom chuckled and rang the doorbell.

Greg opened the door "Mama, Papa!" He smiled and said, "I'm glad you're here." The brunet energetically hugged and kissed his parents and said, "You'll finally get to meet Levie." Then he stepped aside so the couple could get inside.

"Mom, Dad!" Brandon jumped up and gave the couple an exact replication of Greg's greeting "Wait till you two meet my new brother. Levie's amazing, and you're going to love him."

Linda and Tom returned the affectionate greeting they received as they smiled and felt the boy's excitement flow through their veins. "I'm sure we'll be proud to claim him as another son and, I hope his parents feel the same about you two," Linda said as the couple hung their coats, and she placed her purse in the coat closet beside the front door.

Tom looked around the living room, then sat down on the recliner. "Is that Levie's jeep parked beside your truck?"

"Yep, and I love riding in it," Greg stated and went to the kitchen to get his parents a beer.

"I can't wait to ride in it," Brandon said as he sat on the love seat beside his mother.

Linda and Tom thanked their son for the beer. "Greg, Brandon, I hope you're not drinking too much," Linda said with a devious smirk, "And, I will be checking your fridges."

"No, Mama." The brothers innocently smiled and responded in unison, which caused the four of them to crack up laughing.

"Levie's taking a shower. I think I'll go check on him." Greg got up and playfully ruffled his brother's hair and chuckled when he got a swat on his hand from the giggly blonde.

"I've asked Levie to teach me, and Greg, how to use a firearm and crossbow." Brandon took a sip of beer.

The older couple looked at each other. "We're fine with that and would like to sit in on a couple of lessons so we can make sure Levie's a good instructor." Linda smiled and gently smoothed Brandon's hair.

"What's the family's name?" Tom asked after he got his travel tablet from its case.

"It's Stillman, Dad. Levie, Troy, and Jaycen Stillman they own a ranch, about thirty minutes outside of the city." Brandon's dad typed in the family's name. He was surprised by how many positive comments and testimonials came up. Tom skimmed through the articles and the reviews of the ranch and smiled, it took a lot to impress Tom Wilmont, but the achievements, glowing reviews, and recommendations made him respect the Stillman family.

Linda asked to see the tablet so she'd be able to read what people wrote about the family. She was smiling until she saw a picture of the Stillmans, the forty-year-old gasped, and her face lost its color.

The thirty-eight-year-old looked at his wife. He could feel her growing anxiety and got a sense of regret from his soulmate. Tom was surprised he wasn't used to getting from the self-assured woman he'd married. "Babe, what's wrong?" Tom asked, his voice filled with concern for Linda.

Brandon felt the strange vibe, as well. He quickly got up, went to the kitchen and, got some water for his mother.

"Guys, we may have an issue when Levie comes out." Linda wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

"What do you mea…?" Tom's question was cut short by the sound of Greg's door closing.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilmont, I'm Levie Stillman; it's nice to meet you both, my bropops and I have been dying to meet you." The minute he laid eyes on Linda, the smiling redhead stopped in his tracks. "I don't fuckin' believe it. What is she doing here?" Tears of anger fell from the red head's eyes and, the smile he wore disappeared and was replaced with a frightening death stare. The expression they saw made the Wilmont family turn their eyes from Levie and shiver. Without saying a word to anyone, Levie got his keys and ran out of the door. The Wilmont men were stunned and completely immobile.

"Greg, Bran, one of you, go after him. Levie shouldn't be alone and driving, not in that condition." Linda's directive snapped the men out of their stupor.

"Bro, you stay here and see what you can find out I'm going after my brother." Brandon got his jacket then ran after Levie. He caught his brother before he could back the jeep out of the parking space. Brandon didn't give the redhead a chance to say anything before he climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. The young men silently nodded at each other and, Levie backed out and took off.

Greg sat, totally confused and speechless the seemingly endless scenarios running through his mind weren't helpful and only made him more anxious. Tom and Linda were not faring any better and, the silence between them was anything but comfortable. "What the hell could've happened between Mama and my sweet angel and, when?" Greg asked himself and sipped on his second beer. After Levie's exit, Greg felt the situation called for a second beer for everyone still gathered, and, surprisingly, his mother just gave him a slight smile and accepted the bottle.

"I need to tell you why Levie reacted the way he did." She paused then looked at her husband and son.

At The Ranch

Jaycen and Bill were mucking out the stalls when Jaycen dropped his pitchfork and fell to his knees; he could feel in his gut Troy was hurt. Bill dropped his tool, then ran over to his beloved employer and friend and put his hands on Jaycen's shaking shoulders. One of the hands came running into the stable and told them the horse Troy was riding came back without him. Jaycen forced himself to his feet, fought through the crushing fear, and willed himself to be strong for Troy as his frightened tears made their way down his cheeks, and he swallowed hard and asked, "Where was he riding?"

"I'm not sure, but the mare came from the direction where Johnson and Maddox were working" The hand watched his boss as he battled through his emotions as it gave him an even greater sense of respect and pride for the people who employed him.

"Will you please go find either Johnson or Maddox? Maybe, they can lead us to Troy." The hand nodded then, ran off to find the men. Jaycen placed his hand on the stable wall and straightened his posture, then turned, then looked at the older foreman and said, "Thank you, Bill, you've always been the ranch's and our family's rock." Jaycen wrapped the older man in an emotion-filled hug and cried on his shoulder.

"Troy's gonna be okay, Jayce." Bill lovingly kissed the younger man's forehead.

"Boss, I can take you to where we were working, although I haven't seen Maddox anywhere," Johnson said as he walked into the stable.

Jaycen wiped his tears and led the men to the horses' Normally, he'd ride Sampson, his white Camarillo stallion, but something told him to take Triton. The redhead walked up to his son's stallion and, the moment he locked eyes with the horse, he knew that Triton knew something was wrong. Jaycen hopped up on the stallion and whispered in his ear, "C'mon Tri, let's go find your other Pap-Paw." Triton snorted, and nodded, then took off into the woods.

Causing Troy's accident wasn't enough for Maddox and, he needed something more, something humiliating. After a moment of thought, an extremely detestable idea came to him as an eerie, high-pitched giggle escaped his thin lips. Maddox straddled the fallen man, unzipped his jeans, pulled them down, and let loose a putrid-smelling stream of piss and, the disgusting, foul liquid that came out was a sickening dark yellow. The man did so many drugs over the years and never drank anything except alcohol and soda and, his urine was almost strong enough to make a person gag. He smiled evilly as his body fluid continued soaking, one bane of his existence finally, the stream weakened, and Troy's body was completely soaked.

Maddox still needed more since that didn't give him the thrill he was seeking so, he kept his pants down and began masturbating. The euphoria shined in his glassy eyes and, Maddox was in complete ecstasy and so turned on, knowing his fluids were seeping into Troy's immobile body. It didn't take but a minute or two for Maddox to reach his anticlimactic climax as the thin, water-like cum, dripped into the brunet's hair and on his lips; finally, spent and satisfied, Maddox pulled his jeans back up.

He turned around and found himself face to face with a very pissed-off Jaycen. Maddox didn't have time to react before Jaycen threw a punch that knocked him on his ass and had him writhing and moaning in pain. Gently, he massaged his jaw and noticed he was missing teeth. Maddox got so lost in his orgasm that he failed to notice, Jaycen's approach, the knowledge that he'd soiled Troy's body brought a devious smile to Barksley's face as the gathered ranch hands pulled the man to his feet escorted him to his truck, and made sure he left the property.

Greg's Townhouse

Linda's statement garnered both men's full attention and, she ran her fingers through her blonde locks and prepared herself for whatever might happen. "Greg, this happened before you came out to us. I was working for social services at the time. We got a call from a teacher at the school Levie attended. She told us Levie's caretakers were abusing him physically, sexually, and emotionally. I was the one who got chosen to investigate. I conducted my investigation the Stillmans were very cooperative and surprisingly polite. Halfway through, we discovered, the teacher who made the complaint was, essentially, a jilted lover of sorts. Though she'd never been in a relationship with either one, she was, attracted to them, and when they rejected her advances, she sought revenge." Linda paused. "I concluded my investigation, and even though I found nothing wrong or questionable, I still made the recommendation of taking Levie from his brother's care and placing him in a home with straight parents." She paused again and sipped her beer. "I also made the recommendation that Troy and Jaycen should not have contact with Levie until he was eighteen."

Greg and Tom stared at Linda like she was a foreign object. Greg was trying his best not to explode and throw his mother out of his house. Tom, was baffled and didn't understand how his wife was so closed-minded back then, and he didn't see it. Greg finally found his voice. "Why, in the hell, would you make those recommendations? I've met both Jaycen and Troy and, they're two of the nicest people in the world. Do you realize they pretty much raised Levie since they were ten? They taught themselves how to take care of an infant because Lev and Jaycen's parents were too sick to do it all the time."

Linda and Tom gasped and sat back in surprise. "I...I didn't hear anything about that. The judge didn't feel my personal opinions were relevant or warranted." Tears fell from her eyes.

"Babe, I'm in limbo here. We've had lots of friends in the LGBTQ community. If there was no reason, why did you want to take Levie away from his home and family?"

"At the time, we were attending that church and, I believed what the preacher said. He kept saying the gay community was killing traditional family values."

Greg looked at his parents. "Mama, Papa, I love you, but I need you guys to leave. Logically, I know what happened was before you took me in and saved my life. I don't know what to think right now. I'm so livid and need time to think, and I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be here when Lev gets back. We can deal with this another time. I love you guys, and I do appreciate everything you've done for me." The second he finished his statement, Greg's resolve broke, and his tears came pouring out.

Levie & Brandon

The two brothers rode in silence along the unpopulated road. They both had a million thoughts running through their heads, but neither one was ready to give voice to them. Levie looked at his gas needle and noticed he was close to empty. "Is she your Mom?" Levie finally asked. He glanced up at the brilliantly colored sunset and smiled when he felt Brandon's hand wrap around his.

"Yes, Linda and Tom are our parents and, if you feel the same way Greg does, they're gonna be your in-laws." Brandon could feel the emotions swirling inside Levie. He didn't know why, but he definitely, felt strongly connected to the man beside him. He took a deep breath and continued. "Ya wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah, but I'd like to get some gas first.”

The young men shared a glance, and Levie's attention returned to the road. A few minutes later, the duo came upon a deserted gas station. The Golden Eagle glided into the station's lot and nested in front of the gas pump. Levie got his bank card, hopped out of the jeep, and started filling the tank. When Levie finished quenching the Eagle's thirst, the guys talked about what happened to make Levie react so uncharacteristically.

Brandon gasped in surprise hearing Levie's account of the experience with his mother was very difficult. The blonde was having a real hard time reconciling the two images. Brandon kept thinking maybe it was someone who looked like his mother. "Bro, I'm kinda stunned. I've never known Mom to be that old-fashioned in her thinking. And, if she was, why did they take Greg in?" Brandon asked after Levie finished his tale.

Levie closed his eyes and started crying. "I don't know Bran and, I don't know what to do. I don't want to come between your family and Greg. I can't ask him to choose. I might have to break up with him to save everyone from getting hurt any worse than they already are." The second he finished speaking, Levie found himself on the ground and trapped in Brandon's chokehold.

"You listen to me, Levie Stillman. I don't ever want to hear you say you're going to break up with my brother just because of his parents. I love my Mom and Dad, so does Greg, but we don't live our lives for them. If you don't stop talking like an idiot, I'll keep you pinned down and tickle you until you come to your senses."

Levie giggled and squirmed under his brother's weight. "Ya know, I could easily get out of this and kick your blonde ass."

Brandon giggled and shook his head. "Yeah, I do. I also know you'd never kick my ass, not when I'm right. At least, I hope you wouldn't." He smiled, leaned down, and kissed his brother's nose.

Levie giggled. "You're right, except I'd never kick your ass, even if you're wrong. I love you, Brandon Wilmont. Thank you for getting me back to my senses. I'd hate myself if I broke up with Greg over this." Tears streamed down Levie's cheeks.

Brandon wrapped his arms around Levie and kissed his cheek. "I love you too, Levie Stillman. You're the best thing that's ever happened to Greg. Scratch that we're the best things that ever happened to Greg." His statement got a light chuckle from the man in his arms. "Lev, I love my parents, and it's hard as hell to believe you. However, I have no reason to distrust you, either. I think the five of us need to sit down and have a long talk. I've got one question, can you forgive her if she asks for it?"

Brandon's question made Levie think. He was about to answer when he felt the blonde's finger touch his lips.

"I wanted to add this, one thing before you answer." Brandon paused and changed his position. Once he was comfortable, he motioned Levie to sit between his legs. After Levie did, the blonde wrapped his arms around the redhead and laid his chin on his brother's shoulder. "Greg told me, you've got this incredibly loving heart and spirit, and wouldn't you know, he was right. My brother also told me he feels in his heart that you're the one he eventually wants to get married to."

Levie turned his head and looked into Brandon's eyes. He was searching for any sign of untruth. What he saw was complete honesty and love. "Bran, I feel the same thing about Greg. I told my bropops I felt that Greg was the one for me." Tears of joy welled in Levie's eyes.

Brandon smiled and, he hugged Levie tighter against him. "Lev, I'm happy you said that. I told Greg that I got the final say about your relationship with him. I can honestly say you've passed." Brandon paused and playfully tickled Levie's sides. The redhead's giggles and squirms caused Brandon's giggles. "Bro, from the moment we spoke on the phone today, I knew I'd like you. Then, when we met in person, I was hooked. I've never felt so much love come from anyone, except maybe Greg and Dad." The slightly taller man paused and gently rocked their bodies back and forth. He turned his head and kissed Levie's forehead. "So, can you forgive Mom if she asks for it?"

A slow-moving car caught Levie's attention as it drifted into the parking lot without its headlights on. He shook his head and returned the focus to Brandon. The twenty-year-old sighed and pressed his head back against the warm chest. "If she asks for forgiveness, of course, I can forgive and kinda forget. I'd never hold it over her head, but I can't make the memory or the words go away. With that said, I'd be able to claim her as my Mama if she wanted that." Levie closed his eyes and chuckled. "The big problem will be whether or not my Bropops will accept her."

Levie's attention once again was drawn to the strange car. A man, wearing a ski mask, whom Levie judged to be about Jaycen's height and weight, maybe a couple of inches shorter, got out of the car. He walked inside, flipped the open sign to closed and, locked the door. Slowly, Levie got to his feet and instinctively reached for his knife. It suddenly dawned on him he was completely unarmed.

Brandon felt the change in his brother, and within a second, was by Levie's side. "Bro, what's wrong?" Levie reached in his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and handed it to Brandon.

"Call nine-one-one, now. Tell them a robbery's about to happen."

After giving the instructions, Levie ran towards the robber's car. Brandon dialed and paced while waiting. He watched as Levie got the car's hood open and started pulling out wires and other parts. Brandon gave the dispatcher the info they needed.

Levie was so occupied by disabling the car that he didn't hear the robber exit the store. A strong hand grabbed his arm, spun him around, and a fist landed right in the center of his abs. The force of the blow made Levie double over and almost pass out. Before he recovered, his assailant flung him against the wall. Levie hit the building, fell to his knees, and gasped for air.

Brandon wasn't a violent person, but when he saw the guy toss Levie around, like a rag doll, a switch flipped inside him. He threw the phone on the Eagle's seat and looked around for something to use as a weapon. He quickly grabbed the bar, Levie locked the steering wheel with and ran to help. Brandon's actions distracted the robber long enough for Levie to maneuver into a better position. He used all his leg strength and kicked his attacker in the nuts. At the same time, the clerk ran out of the store and fired his pistol. When the robber fell to his knees, the bullet missed its mark and hit Levie's shoulder, close to his chest.

Brandon screamed out Levie's name. He dropped the lock bar and ran to his fallen brother. Tears flowed, like a river from his eyes, as he removed his shirt and tried to stem the bleeding as best he could. "C'mon, Lev, it's going to be okay. You have to stay with me. Greg, won't forgive me if I lose you now. Please don't die on me, Bro, we've just met. I can't lose you now." The clerk tried to ask if he could do anything to help but quickly backed off once he saw the daggers in the blonde's eyes. As soon as the cops arrived, Brandon gave them his statement. Afterward, he jumped into the ambulance and rode with Levie to the medical center. Brandon hesitated and made the call, which he feared the most.

Greg's Townhouse

Linda and Tom got up and started putting on their coats. They hugged Greg and, Tom said, "Son, I think you're right, remember we love you."

Greg wiped his eyes and answered his phone when he saw Brandon's name on the screen. "Hey, Bran…"

"Bro, get to the hospital Lev's, been shot."

05. It's All About Being A Family

Greg's Townhouse

Greg dropped his phone and fell to his knees. He couldn't cry, he couldn't move, Greg couldn't feel. Brandon's words him into shock. His breath came in labored huffs and, his body broke out in a cold sweat.

Linda ran to get a wet washcloth, then she wrapped her arms around her son, wiped his forehead with the cloth, and cradled him in her arms. Just like she'd done since his childhood.

Tom bent down, picked up his son's phone, and put it to his ear. Instantly, the older man recognized his birth son's voice.

"Greg? Bro, what happened?"

"Bran, it's Dad. What's going on?" Tom's color drained as he listened to the short version of what happened.

Linda looked at her husband. "Babe, what's going on with our boys?"

Tom swallowed hard and wiped his eyes. "Bran's fine."

The family matriarch closed her eyes and said a silent thank you. However, it's whom her husband didn't mention that stuck in her head and made her look at him with a fearful look in her tear-filled eyes. Linda swallowed hard and, in a soft voice, she asked. "Levie?"

"He's been shot." Greg's thick, raspy voice made the older couple jump in surprise. The brunet cleared his throat and looked at his dad with a pleading look in his eyes. "Dad, can you please ask Bran where his keys are? I'll need his car since I don't know where the jeep is and, my truck's too small for the three of us to get home comfortably."

"Son, let us drive you to the hospital. You shouldn't be driving in your state of shock, and you've had at least two beers." Linda said as Greg laid his head on her shoulder then kissed her cheek. Her mind couldn't count the number of times this position was, repeated between the two of them over the years. In Linda and Tom's eyes, Greg was every bit their son as Brandon was. The couple didn't care that they didn't give birth to him; he belonged to them and always had since they laid eyes on the boy.

"I'll accept the ride, Mama. I'm just not sure if it's a good idea for Levie to see you right now." Greg was on the verge of completely breaking down. The entire situation had him questioning almost everything. However, he didn't doubt the love he felt for his family and Levie's family. With all his heart, Greg beseeched the Goddess to heal everyone's heart from past scars and guide them to a place of forgiveness.

Tom ended the call and gave Greg back his phone. He walked over to the counter, picked up his son's keys, and handed them to his dark-haired child. "Greg, we're gonna leave Bran's car with you at the hospital." The older man wiped his tears and wrapped his boy in a powerful and loving embrace. "Son, have faith in the power of love and hope. Try to stay positive, not just for yourself but for your brother, your mate, and our blended family. What we're going through is just a small hurdle and will be cleared. I don't know when, but I know it will bring our family and the Stillmans together and make us stronger and united as a family unit.

Greg nodded and slightly smiled. It was the first one since getting Brandon's call. He slowly got to his feet then wrapped his parents in a loving embrace. "I can't thank you enough. I hope this can all get worked out, sooner rather than later."

"Baby boy, I'm sorry for causing all of this. If I could change the past, I would. Right now, the only thing I want is for that amazing young man to get better and hopefully be able to sit and talk with me. I owe him and his brothers an apology."

"Mom, that was a long time ago. Yes, it hurts knowing you felt that way, but you don't anymore, and that's what's important. I'm sure once he's had time to process everything, Lev's going to want to have some time to talk with you and work things out." He paused and giggled. "However, I've heard how protective his Bropops are of Levie. You might have a harder time getting Jaycen and Troy on your side."

Greg got his jacket and one for Levie cause he couldn't remember if he'd grabbed one when he left. He turned out the lights, locked the door, then followed his Mom to her Navigator while Tom drove the Sonata. On the way, he kept trying to call the ranch but got no answer.

The Ranch

With the help of their employees, Jaycen got Troy secured onto a wheeled bed. After doing so, it became clear to him why Triton was needed. He's the only horse who would be careful enough not to jostle the precious cargo. The stallion was just as bonded to Troy, and Jaycen, as he was to Levie. Jaycen kissed his grand-horse, then mounted the noble steed and led the hands back to the ranch.

When they got back, Jaycen dismounted Triton. As soon as he was on the ground, he got another strange feeling in his gut and knew it wasn't about Troy. He was found and didn't seem to be too badly hurt. No, this was something different. Again, Jaycen happened to lock eyes with Triton. The two stared unflinchingly at one another. At the same time, their eyes widened as horse and human nodded in sync. "You feel it too, don't ya, boy?" Jaycen asked the stallion. Triton softly snorted and nodded. For the second time, fear and tears filled the redhead's eyes. "It's Lev, isn't it?" He asked even though he knew and feared the answer. Again Triton nodded, and this time, the horse stepped closer to his Pap-Paw and hugged him.

"You're an amazing boy, don't worry, Lev will be okay. Thank you for taking care of your two Pap-Paws." Jaycen's tears trailed down his cheeks when he saw the love and concern in the horse's eyes. Triton softly snorted, turned around, bowed his head, and gently nuzzled his Pap-Paw Troy's chest. Then he looked at Jaycen, stepped over to him, and hugged his Pap-Paw Jaycen. "Thank you, boy. I'm sure Pap-Paw and Papa Lev will be okay. I love you, Tri. Now, go with Uncle Bill. Good night, sweet boy." Jaycen hugged and kissed the stallion just before he walked up to Bill and nudged him towards the stable.

"That horse will never cease to amaze me. Tri's definitely, Lev's boy. Speaking of boys, how's this one?" Stuart said as he approached his nephew and hugged him. Before you ask, I'm here for two reasons. Bill called me about Troy, and I was about to leave the center when they brought Lev in."

"So, the feeling Triton and I just had was about Lev." Jaycen's body shook and, his knees began wobbling. Before he could take another breath, Stuart was at his side trying, to keep him from falling and hurting himself.

"Jayce, I think you need to sit down. I don't like how unstable you are. I'm quite sure it's nothing serious, just the stress of the day." Stuart led Jaycen to the wooden bed and had him sit beside his husband, then he walked back to his car and got his medical bag.

Troy's eyes popped open and, he took a deep husky breath. "Levie, he's hurt." Troy's raspy voice startled Stuart and Jaycen. Immediately after his wakening, the brunet looked into his husband's teary eyes. "Babe, our son is hurt and needs us. I can feel it in my heart." A violent round of coughs and tears followed Troy's statement.

"I know, babe. Uncle Stu just told me Lev's, been hurt, and was brought in, right before he left the center." Jaycen wiped his and Troy's tears, then he leaned down and kissed his husband. "I love you, my sweet baby. Are you hurt bad? Do you remember what happened?"

"Woah, Jayce, slow down and give yourself and Troy a minute to recover." Stu placed his hand gently on the men's shoulders. The seasoned doctor had to keep his emotions in check, especially with his three nephews. It broke his heart to see two men he knew and loved in such a vulnerable state. It was even worse because they were more concerned about Levie and his wellbeing than themselves. Stuart got his stethoscope out of his bag and began examining, Jaycen and Troy. He had them both lie on their backs, side by side. Both men were giggling and squirming when the examination reached their midsections. "Well, at least your ticklishness hasn't been affected." Stuart chuckled and continued his work. To be thorough, he had them turn on their stomachs as he examined their backsides. He sharply inhaled when he saw the bruise forming on Troy's upper back.

"Ugh, why do I smell like thousand-year-old piss that's been aging in the sun?" Troy asked as the wind blew and, unfortunately, caught a whiff of himself. The smell was so bad that it almost made him gag.

"Umm, I'll tell ya later, Baby Boy." Jaycen shuddered at the memory of seeing his sweet Troy being pissed on and masturbated over.

"Well, you two seem to be okay, at least physically speaking," Stu said as he put his instruments back in his bag. "Troy, do you happen to remember what happened and where that nasty bruise on your back came from?"

Both men sat up and began stretching. "Ow! Fuck, that's stiff and is gonna hurt in the morning. Hell, it hurts now." Troy winced and massaged his shoulders and lower neck with Jaycen's assistance. He slightly shivered and softly giggled as he felt his husband's lips on his neck. "Yeah, I was working with Bright Star. She was doing great really, calming down, that is until we heard a gunshot. It was close, not more than a few steps away. It came from the direction of the bushes." Troy paused and swallowed. "She threw me, and right after, a branch fell and hit me on the back. I was still dazed from the fall and couldn't get out of the way. Then as I was getting up, I saw someone's boots and right after was hit by something hard and knocked unconscious." Troy and Stuart noticed Jaycen's demeanor change and become darker. So did the vibe the brunet got from his long-time soulmate. "Jayce, I get the feeling, you know who might've been responsible."

Jaycen calmed down and gave his man a gentle but passionate kiss. "I do have my suspicions, but that's not important right now, my love. What's important is getting you into a hot shower or bath and then into bed for some rest." Jaycen paused and gave Troy and Stuart a hug and kiss on the cheek. "While you're resting, I'm going to be with our boys and find out what's up with Lev." Jaycen placed his hand on Troy's back and helped steady him as he got to his feet. The couple, followed by Stuart, walked up to the house and went inside.

"Jayce, I'll go up with Troy and make sure he's okay while showering. Then I'll give him a sedative to help him sleep." Stuart and Troy started going up the stairs when the doctor paused and turned around. "I almost forgot, I already called Lyle and Ev. They're on the way over here. If you leave before they get here, I'll stay with Troy and keep him out of trouble till his parents show up."

"You're just lucky I'm in a good mood and, in pain, otherwise I'd send you down these steps, the hard way." Troy chuckled and hugged Stuart. "I wuv you Uncah Stu."' The brunet gave his Uncle his best innocent puppy eyes.

Stuart chuckled and ducked his brunet nephew's half-hearted attempt at smacking his head. "Watch it, Kiddo. It's not nice to assault someone who has enough drugs to knock an elephant on its ass. Jayce, I also told the nurses, staff, and doctors to keep Greg and Brandon informed of Levie's condition, as well as let them be with Levie when he's out of surgery. Brandon rode in the ambulance with Lev. He's Greg's brother."

"Thank you, Uncle Stu. Troy and I appreciate it. Now, get upstairs, you goofballs" Jaycen shook his head and laughed at his husband and Uncle Stuart's antics.

"Jayce, there's a guy named Greg on the line. He's been trying to get a hold of you. He sounds like he's about to lose it."

"Thanks, Roger. Please tell Greg I'll be with him in just a minute. I need to get a beer. It's been a long day." Jaycen went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, opened it, and went to the library. There, he sat behind the desk and picked up the phone. "Greg, I'm sorry to be short with ya, but if this is about Lev, I already know he's in the hospital. Unfortunately, we've had some issues here too. Troy's been hurt and is with our Uncle Stuart. I'm having a beer and, after I check on Troy one last time, I'll be heading up to be with you at the center. You can give me the details then."

"Jayce, Brandon, and I need you as soon as you can get here. Lev's, been shot and, Brandon kept him from bleeding out. We haven't heard anything about Lev's condition yet. I just got here. Brandon did tell me that the nurses and doctors will be keeping us informed and let us be with Lev if he gets out of surgery before you can get here."

Jaycen's breathing and heart stopped for a moment. The world around him started spinning. "H...he's been s....shot?" It was a good thing he was sitting or, else, Jaycen would've been flat on his ass on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Bropop, I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that."

Jaycen could hear the emotion in Greg's voice, and it was a struggle for him to keep control of his tears. However, he knew he had to be strong for the three boys.

"I...I'm sorry, Jaycen. I'll understand if you don't want me or Brandon to call you and Troy Bropop. I know, that's Lev's name for you."

Jaycen smiled and said, "If you and Bran want to call us any of the names Lev's, made up for us, we'd love that, as long as Troy and I can call you guys our brothers. And, Greg, tell Brandon, he's got my eternal thanks for saving our kid. Also, tell him he's getting a big hug, and kiss from me, when I get there.

"I'll do that...Bropop. Please, be careful getting here. The three of us need you in one piece. I love you, Jaycen."

"Love, ya, too, Baby Bro. I'll be there as soon as I can. I've just gotta check on my husband."

"I hope he'll be okay, Lev's, gonna be worried when he finds out."

"Uncle Stu's staying with him till Mama Ev gets here. I gotta go. I'll see you soon, Greg. I love ya, Kiddo." Jaycen finished his beer and threw it in the trash. Then, he went upstairs to check on Troy and found him in bed, sound asleep, with Stuart sitting beside him. The redhead gave them both a kiss and hug.

Jaycen got in his white, nineteen-seventy-three Ford F-100 pickup and headed to the hospital. On the way, he said a silent thank you to the Goddess for looking after and keeping the two boys safe. He also thanked the Goddess for making sure Troy wasn't hurt too badly.

The Medical Center

Brandon was a nervous wreck. He paced back and forth as he watched the E.R. doors for any sign of a doctor, even possibly on their way to give an update on Levie. From the moment he walked in, through the automatic sliding doors, the twenty-year-old kept biting his nails while his tears streamed down his pink cheeks. Brandon still didn't have a shirt. After he made sure the police didn't need it for evidence, he tossed the bloodsoaked piece of clothing in the trash. Brandon shivered, but not from being chilly. He shivered because he could still feel Levie's body against his as he tried to stop his brother's bleeding.

In the corner of the E.R. waiting room where he sat, Maddox was going crazy watching the most annoying blonde kid he'd ever seen pace back and forth. He couldn't help comparing the boy to one of those hamsters, running around in a wheel. In all actuality, he wouldn't have given the boy a second thought, aside from wishing he would be struck by a meteor or a bolt of lightning, for his annoyance, however, when he mentioned Levie Stillman. Maddox sat up and took notice of him. What truly got his attention was hearing about Levie getting shot while stopping the robber from escaping. His interest peaked when he saw the guy who was dating Levie come rushing in with two people, he assumed were at least one of the boy's parents.

Brandon was in mid-pace when a pair of arms wrapped around his body, trapped him in a bear hug that lifted him off the ground. At first, he started freaking out, but when he looked at the arms around him, he immediately calmed down and melted into the embrace.

"Bran, are you okay?" Greg asked his brother. Tears streamed down the brunet's cheeks as he finally hugged his brother. He smoothed the back of Brandon's hair and kissed his cheek after setting him back on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I tried, but I couldn't keep him from getting shot. Hell, I couldn't even keep Lev from being hurt." Brandon laid his head on Greg's shoulder and sobbed.

"Son, you're amazing. You do realize that you kept Levie from dying, don't you." Linda said as she and Tom got their turn to hug and kiss their emotional kid.

"We're very proud of you, Bran and, I know Jaycen's proud of you for saving Levie. He said so on the phone. Greg finally got through to him, on the way over here." Tom said while holding Brandon's shaking body in his arms. The man's heart was breaking as he watched his son break down.

Linda and Tom stayed with the boys for another twenty or thirty minutes, and before leaving, they offered to bring Brandon a shirt but, he refused. He thanked his parents and told them he just wanted to be with his brother while waiting to hear about his other brother. The older couple nodded, and gave each boy another hug and kiss, then left headed home.

From his seat, Maddox couldn't resist giggling, like a little schoolboy, as he listened to the family discuss Levie's shooting.

"I hate this. Why, haven't the doctors told us anything yet?" Brandon huffed and, for the hundredth time, watched the swinging doors. It tore at Greg's heart to see his brother so distraught, not to mention his emotional distress over Levie was wreaking havoc inside of him.

"C'mon over here, bro." Greg opened his arms and motioned for his brother to join him. Once he did, Greg wrapped his arms protectively around Brandon's body. The brunet slowly rocked them both side to side. He smiled as Brandon's head pressed against his chest. He knew this would calm the blonde man down. Greg softly shushed his brother and kissed his forehead. "It's gonna be okay, bro. I love you, Bran, and I've never been more proud of you than I am right now."

Brandon's emotions finally settled as he felt the love from his brother flow into him. "I'm scared, bro. Everyone's saying how proud they are of me. I didn't do anything Lev's, the one who did everything. He gave me his phone, told me to call the police, then he went to the robber's car, disabled it, and then survived getting beat by him. The guy was huge, at least your height, and a bit more muscular."

Greg took a deep breath and hugged Brandon tighter. "Bran, I'm proud of my angel boy. He's one of a kind but, I'm proud of you too. From what I've heard on the news, you kept Levie from losing too much blood."

A big devious smile spread across Maddox's disgusting face when he saw the other bane of his existence run through the doors and head for the two boys. He couldn't believe his luck being able to see Jaycen Stillman in such a state of immense shock, fear, and pain.

"Listen to your brother Brandon." Jaycen's voice made the two men slightly jump and gasp. Before he could say anything else, the redhead was wrapped up in a double bear hug by two very emotional twenty-year-olds.

Finally, the nurse called Barksley’s name. He thanked whatever was in the sky for saving him from having to watch the annoying brats anymore.

06. Coming Together

Levie

Levie's unconscious body lay on the hospital bed. He'd come through the surgery with no complications. The doctors got him moved into a room, and they were waiting for him to wake up from the anesthesia.

A soft, soothing voice gently drifted in the young man's ears. It was a pleasant feminine voice. One that Levie hadn't heard in ten years. He recognized the song "The Last Unicorn," his favorite growing up. Then it changed to "Return To Pooh Corner," Levie's second favorite childhood song. The redhead's eyes fluttered, and when they opened, he beheld an ethereal beauty of a woman, bathed in a brilliant golden light with white trim.

"There's my precious leprechaun. I've missed you so much, my sweet baby." The being said, with a gentle, motherly tone.

"Wha..." Levie coughed out. He had to blink his eyes a few times to make sure he saw whom he was seeing. "M...Mom?" Levie paused and sharply inhaled. "I...Is that really you?" He asked with a disbelieving stutter.

The angelic lady softly chuckled and lightly ran her glowing fingers through the young man's red locks. "Yes, my sweet, sweet Lev. It's Mom."

"How much of that fuckin' drug did they give me? I can't be seeing my Goddamn DEAD Mom, I…"

"LEVIE MICHAEL STILLMAN! If you say one more fucking curse word, I'm gonna knock your twenty-year-old ass across this room. And, just because I'm dead, don't think for one damned minute that I can't."

Levie gasped and yelped when he felt something hit the back of his head. A second later, the room filled with his boyish giggling. "Yep, you're definitely my Mom. I wuv you, Mommy. Is that a new brilliant glow? It looks great on you." Levie gave his late mother a big smile and his cutest puppy eyes.

"Nice try, kiddo. That trick didn't work for Jayce and won't work for you either. Remind me to smack the hell outta him for teaching you his tricks." Stacy's expression softened, and she started laughing. Levie felt a warmth grow inside of him. He always loved hearing his Mom laugh. Stacy leaned over and kissed her son, then sat beside him holding his hand. "Your dad and I are so proud of our three boys. Troy and Jayce have been amazing dads for you. Levie started crying when he saw golden, shimmering tears trail down his mother's cheeks.

"I've missed you and Dad. Where is he?" The emotional redhead reached out and hugged Stacy. He smiled because he could feel an airy presence against his skin.

"Oh, your father wanted to be here, but he's working his magic on a football game, or is it basketball. I can't remember it's one of those damn male sports that have no real purpose."

Her statement made Levie bust out laughing. He remembered his Mom never could get into sports. That was something they had in common. "Wait, he's dead. Why is he trying to fix a game?"

"Mark's got a bet going with one of his poker buddies."

His mother's statement made Levie giggle then he looked at the spirit with a confused expression. "Umm, poker buddy? What the hell do they bet with?”

Stacy chuckled. "I'll tell you when you're older."

Levie looked at her and shook his head. "I can't believe you used that line on me...again. When are you gonna tell me?"

"I think you'll be old enough when you're fifty." The angelic being smiled mischievously and kissed the redhead.

"Great, I gotta wait another thirty years for the answer and, then you'll probably say you'll tell me when I'm older."

"Levie, you need to be more careful. What you did this evening was completely reckless and wasn't necessary. You weren't armed, and that man was much bigger than you. How would your dads, boyfriend, or Brandon feel if you'd gotten hurt worse than you did? Levie, that sweet blonde boy, is in the waiting room, beating himself up because he feels responsible for not being able to protect you."

Stacy's words brought heavy sobs out of Levie's body. His tears streamed down like water from a mountain top. "I didn't know. Mom, how can you say you're proud of me? I could've gotten myself, Brandon or, both of us killed." Levie's emotions were on overload. His body shook hard as he clung to the transparent being that was his mother.

"Shh, it's okay, sweetie. Calm down, baby boy. You're still young and not fully matured yet. You've always made the family proud. Just be a little more thoughtful and cautious in the future." Stacy paused and dried her son's tears. "Your heart was in the right place but, you need to think before you act. Lev, you have to forgive Linda and work on letting her be your Mom in my place. Forgiveness isn't for her sake. It's for yours. Holding grudges is not our family's thing." Stacy paused and smoothed Levie's hair. "I have to go, Son. It's time for you to wake up."

"Why do you have to go? Can't you stay and see the dads and meet Brandon and Greg?" Levie sat up and wrapped his arms around his mother's waist. As he did, a warm feeling of love flowed through his body.

"Lev, I've already met Greg and Brandon, and Jayce doesn't need to see me. He'll be happy to know I came to see you when you needed me the most."

"How will he know? I'll sound like I'm crazy or still feeling the effects of the anesthesia if I tell him you were here." Tears ran down Levie's cheeks.

"He'll know I was here if you sing my harmony part to "Hush-A-Bye." Stacy leaned down and kissed Levie's forehead. "I love you, Levie. You'll always be my sweet little leprechaun."

"I love you too, Mom. Thank you for coming to see me." Levie laid back down and drifted in and out of the peaceful rest.

Jaycen Greg & Brandon

Jaycen made good on his earlier statement to Greg and gave Brandon a strong hug and kiss. That's when he noticed Brandon wasn't wearing a shirt. "Brandon, where's your shirt?"

"My shirt was covered in Lev's blood, so I tossed it after I made sure the police didn't need it for evidence." Brandon's body shivered from just mentioning the piece of clothing.

Jaycen removed his jacket, pulled his tee-shirt off, and handed it to Brandon. "Here, baby bro, take this one. I've got plenty at home." Jaycen pulled his jacket back on and sat down.

"Thanks, bropop, but I don't need it." Brandon tried to give the shirt back to Jaycen. Before he could blink, Jaycen was on his feet, and in one swift move, had the younger blonde flung over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down."

"Listen, and listen good, kiddo. When Troypop or I offer you something or suggest something, you take it or do it. Do I make myself clear, little man?" Greg chuckled as he watched his brother getting put in his place by their new bropop.

"You can't make me do anything." Not a second after his statement, Brandon was squirming and giggling like crazy because Jaycen started tickling his side.

Jaycen smirked and chuckled. "Really? I can't?" A couple of seconds later, his blonde captive voiced his surrender between his giggles and agreed to the terms. Jaycen put Brandon back on his feet, wrapped him in a bear hug, and kissed his forehead. “I love you, baby bro. Thank you for saving Levie."

Brandon melted into the older man's embrace as his tears dampened Jaycen's tank top. "I love you too, Bropop." He paused, lifted his head, and with a big smile, looked into the redhead's eyes. "How'd you know I'm ticklish?"

Jaycen giggled. "I didn't, but it's a good thing you are."

"Why's that?" Greg and Brandon asked in unison.

"If you weren't, I'd have to resort to my patented "Jayce noogie."

"Jayce noogie?" Again, the brothers managed to ask the question in unison.

"I'm the one giving it. Duh." Jaycen responded before chuckling.

A doctor finally walked through the waiting room doors and approached the three young men sitting together. "I’m Dr. Michaels. Are you three here for Levie?"

Jaycen Brandon and Greg stood up, holding hands. "Yes, Doctor, is he okay?" Brandon asked as he wiped his tears.

"The surgery was uneventful, which is how we like surgeries to go. Levie is in room three-fifty-seven. There was no internal damage from the bullet, and he should make a full recovery. He needs rest and time to recuperate." The doctor's last statement made Jaycen chuckle in amusement. "I'm sorry, but did I say something funny?"

Jaycen looked at the three men staring at him like he'd grown a second head. "In a way, yes, you did, Dr. Michaels. You said Lev needs rest. You obviously don't know my kid."

Hearing the redhead refer to Levie as "his kid" confused the doctor. "I'm sorry, your kid? Forgive me, but you don't look old enough to be Levie's father."

"I'm not physically old enough to be Levie's birth father. However, my husband and I are ten years older than my younger brother, and the two of us have, for the most part, raised that boy from the day he was born. When our parents died ten years ago, they gave custody of Levie to me and my husband, Troy. So, yes, Levie's my, well, our kid."

Dr. Michaels smiled and nodded. "Levie just woke up and might be a bit out of it. I want to keep him here for observation, and, provided there are no complications, he can go home in the morning."

"Is it okay if someone stay's with Lev tonight?" Jaycen asked after thanking the Goddess for watching over Levie.

"I don't see a problem with one of you guys staying. Please, excuse me. I've got other patients to look after."

"Thanks Doctor." Greg turned and hugged his brothers.

"Who's staying with Lev?" Jaycen and Greg looked at Brandon, then at each other, and gave their answer by pointing at him. He looked at the two men and shook his head. "Jayce, you're his bropop, and Greg, you're his boyfriend. It should be one of you."

Jaycen smiled and shook his head then, wrapped his newly acquired brother in his arms and kissed his cheek. "Bran, it should be you. What you've said is true. However, you've experienced a life and death situation with Levie. You need to be with him."

Greg joined in the hug and kissed Brandon. "Listen to our big brother. Bran, you need to stay with our Levie tonight. You'll have the Sonata it's in the parking lot. I can ride with Jayce back to..." Greg paused. "Wait! Where's the Eagle?"

Brandon gasped and smacked his forehead. "It's still at the gas station. And, completely exposed, Lev doesn't have the doors on it."

"I'll take Greg over, and he can drive it back to the townhouse." Jaycen looked at the two younger men and smiled. "Thank you both for loving Levie as much as you do. I couldn't ask for better companions for him." He paused and kissed Brandon and Greg on their forehead.

Brandon looked at Jaycen and Greg. "Guys, I told Levie how Greg feels about him, and Greg, he feels the same way you do. He also said that if Mom asks for forgiveness and wants to talk, that he can forgive her." His statement made both Jaycen and Greg look at each other, then at him.

"What's all this about your Mom?" Jaycen asked.

"That's why we were at the gas station this evening." Brandon paused to compose himself. "When he came out of Greg's room and saw our Mom, Levie freaked out then ran out of the door. His crossbow and arrows were in the closet. So were the gun and ammo. They were in the lockbox, which he placed in the closet. That's why he was unarmed tonight."

"What about his knife? That's usually strapped to his leg." Jaycen asked.

"It's in the lockbox with the gun and ammo," Greg answered.

"I'm still confused. How could your Mom be the cause of Lev's reaction?"

"Bropop, do you remember Linda Wilmont?" Brandon asked. He and Greg nervously shifted their weight from leg to leg.

Jaycen closed his eyes and thought. The name had some familiarity, but he couldn't quite remember why. "I know that name, but not sure why or from where."

Greg sighed. "Mama Linda was the social worker who recommended Levie be removed from your and Troy's care and placed in a home with straight parents."

Realization dawned on the older redhead and, he snapped his fingers. "Okay, now I'm getting the picture. But, Troy and I never blamed Linda or held a grudge against her. Sure, we didn't like or agree with her personal views. However, we acknowledged that your Mom was professional with her investigation. She never treated us with anything but respect. I'm surprised Levie even remembers her."

"Mom's actions and statements apparently, had a lasting effect on my angel boy."

"Guys, we need to get up to Lev's room. He's probably wondering where we are." Brandon's comment earned him head nods and a hug from Greg and Jaycen.

Levie’s Room

Levie sat in the hospital bed and stared at the door. Ever since he woke up, his mind was working to process his late mother's visit. When she floated away, a feeling of unspeakable peace and joy touched with a bit of sadness remained. He was sad that he'd probably never lay eyes on his Mom again. At least, not in this lifetime. Then Levie's thoughts switched to wonderment about where his family was. He attempted to distract himself by singing "Hush-A-Bye."

Jaycen Brandon & Greg

Jaycen Brandon and Greg were outside the door to Levie's room. Jaycen pushed down on the handle and slowly opened the door. He gasped and, tears welled in his eyes when he heard the song and, more specifically, the alto part his Mom created for the tune. Greg and Brandon were mesmerized by Levie's singing and were concerned for Jaycen.

"Jayce, is that Lev? I had no idea he could sing that well." Greg whispered as he gently rubbed the redhead's back.

"What the hell can't this guy do? He sings, is an instructor, a real estate agent, works on, and owns a ranch. Then, he gives riding lessons, is a reserve firefighter, and is this incredible person." Brandon shook his head.

Jaycen smirked. "Levie can't dance, and he can't fight off tickle attacks." The statement had Greg and Brandon chuckling alongside him. He continued, "I have a feeling you boys aren’t any better than Lev with being tickled." The redhead giggled, kissed the two younger men's foreheads, and playfully ruffled their hair.

"Fuck, not the hair. ya, big oaf." Greg's complaint earned an endorsement from Brandon in the form of a blown raspberry and the nodding of his head.

Jaycen chuckled even harder at the younger guys. "Very mature boys." He smiled and hugged Brandon and Greg. "Alright, you guys ready to go in?" Jaycen asked with just a bit of hesitance. He knew Levie was gonna ask why Troypop wasn't with them.

Levie’s Room

Levie's eyes sparkled with sheer happiness, and his smile brightened the slightly dim room when the door opened, and he saw his family. "JAYCEPOP BRAN GREG." The excited redhead hollered. The greeting caused the three men to chuckle. "I was wondering if you guys loved me enough to come and see me." Tears filled his eyes as Levie received a triple dose of loving embraces kisses on his forehead and a passionate kiss on the lips from Greg.

"How are you baby boy?" Jaycen asked with the hope of keeping Levie from noticing Troy's absence too soon. He wiped his tears and smoothed the younger man's hair.

"I'm fine. Umm, where's Troypop?" Levie asked as he kept his eyes glued to the door. He was sure his other dad was going to open that door and come rushing in any minute.

"Lev, Troypop wanted to come, but he had an accident today." Jaycen Brandon and Greg's hearts broke when they saw the fear and distress on Levie's face and in his eyes.

"D...Dad's hurt?" Levie's voice trembled, and he stuttered as tears streamed down his cheeks. The sudden change made the machines monitoring his levels start slightly going off. In a matter of seconds, Jaycen Greg and Brandon had him wrapped up in a protective and loving cocoon crafted by six arms. The comforting gesture immediately brought Levie's emotions back to normal and, the machines were again satisfied.

"Calm down, my sweet prince." Greg laid his head on Levie's shoulder and gently rubbed his mate's neck. "Jaycepop told me on the phone Troypop was thrown while working to calm one of the mares." Greg smiled when he felt Jaycen's hand on his back.

Levie looked at his boyfriend and smiled. "Adding pop to Jayce and Troy's names, huh. Are you calling them bropop too?" the redhead's stern tone and facial expression melted into a massive bout of giggles when he felt a fingertip lightly tickle his bare arches. Levie squirmed and rubbed his bare soles against the sheet covered mattress. He looked up and saw Brandon's sheepish grin. "Oh, you're so gonna get it when I'm all better, Bro."

Brandon giggled when Levie pulled his legs closer to him after his fingers got closer to the ticklish pair of feet. "It's not a good idea to threaten me, Bro. I'll sic Jaycepop and Greg on you." Jaycen and Greg chuckled with Brandon as Levie shook his head at them.

"It's risky to rely on Jaycepop. He's as ticklish as I am, and in some spots, even more. And, Bran, you know Greg's ticklish too. Levie yelped and tried pulling Brandon in front of him when he saw his boyfriend's and Jaycen's expression.

"Hell no, Lev. I'm not your human shield." Brandon giggled and hugged Levie.

"Thank you for the laughs, guys. I needed it. I love y'all so much." Levie wiped his tears and, a solemn expression replaced the bright smile he wore as he locked eyes with Jaycen.

After looking into his brother/son's eyes, the older man's expression changed to match Levie's.

"What's up, Levie?" Jaycen made sure to use his brother's given name to show that he'd take whatever Levie said seriously.

Brandon and Greg instantly picked up on the heavy moods. "Do we need to step outside for this? We'd be glad to give you some privacy." Greg offered.

"No, please don't leave. I need all of you here when I tell you who visited me."

The words Levie used got Jaycen's full attention. He also had a strong suspicion what his boy wanted to tell them had something to do with the song he was singing when they got to the room. The group's elder swallowed hard and looked at the other three young men.

Levie looked around and took a deep breath. "I know how this is gonna sound to y'all. I swear, I'm not hallucinating, and it wasn't the anesthesia. Although, when I saw who visited, I thought it was."

Jaycen knew his kid was stalling. "Lev, this too painful to watch so, I'm gonna make it easier for you. Was it Mom?"

Maddox

The doctor who saw him discharged Maddox a few hours after the nurse called his name. He got in his truck and squealed tires out of the parking lot. Seeing Jaycen as worked up as he was over his so-called kid made Maddox want more reactions from the two men he despised. The man was determined and had dark thoughts as he raced down the highway. Maddox spun the steering wheel and made the pickup fishtail as the truck turned onto the ranch's long dirt road. A smile came across his face when he fingered the keys he'd taken from Troy's unconscious body. "Time to have a little bit of fun," Maddox said to himself after parking in the field where the vehicle wouldn't be noticed.

07. The Best Laid Plans

Levie & Brandon

Jaycen and Greg left after giving Levie and Brandon a kiss and hug. For a few minutes, the brothers sat in comfortable silence. They were processing the evening's events in their own ways. Levie's mind was coming to terms with his experiences. "I got shot today. I never expected something like that to happen. I mean, I know shootings happen. You see it on the news almost every day. I still can't believe I got shot."

Brandon looked at his red-haired brother and softly giggled. Levie's confused expression only made him chuckle even more.

"Okay, chucklehead, what's so funny?" Levie asked as he reached behind him, grabbed his pillow, and hit Brandon over the head with it. He laughed his ass off when he saw the pout on the blonde man's face.

"You, not believing you, were shot. Lev, the thought of that happening to you had to have crossed your mind at some point."

Brandon's statement made Levie stop and think. He meant to make the statement internally. Then, he realized how idiotic his thought was. Growing up on a ranch, and the fact almost everyone around them had a firearm, of course, there's a chance he might get shot one day. Levie's jovial laughter quickly blended with Brandon's, and he shook his head at himself. After the pair had a good round of laughs, Levie was ready to talk with his new brother about earlier that evening. His face suddenly donned an earnest expression, which Brandon picked up on. "Bran, I need to talk about what happened earlier." Tears welled in the redhead's eyes. He sat back against the bed's headboard, crossed his legs, and patted the spot beside him. Brandon nodded then, sat crosslegged and, faced Levie.

Brandon reached over and gently grasped Levie's hands. "Bro, you don't need to say anything to me. I'm just thankful you're okay and that we're safe."

Levie deeply inhaled and gazed into Brandon's light blue eyes. "Yes! I do have to say something and, you need to listen. I know you were blaming yourself in the waiting room. Stop! Brandon, you're not to blame. I am. I never should've messed with that guy's car, not unarmed, and certainly not while I've got someone else with me. My actions were reckless and improperly thought out. Worst of all, Bro, I put you in danger." Levie had to pause the tears and, emotions got the better of him.

"Lev, you didn't put me in danger. I'm the one who decided to come along with you. And, I decided to run toward that guy. Besides, you didn't even get shot until the clerk ran out there and missed the robber." Brandon smiled when Levie scooted backward, leaned against him and, wrapped his arms around him.

"Bran, you don't understand. I didn't think about the danger we might be facing. I was careless. I knew better." Levie sighed and smiled as Brandon slightly rocked them back and forth.

"Lev, you're human not, a robot. We all make mistakes every so often. Brandon leaned his head down and kissed Levie's forehead. "Umm, how'd you know I was blaming myself?"

Levie chuckled and leaned his head up to look at Brandon. "Mom told me. I'd asked her to stay and meet you and Greg, but she told me she'd already met you guys."

Brandon's eyes widened a bit and, he looked off into the distance. "Wow! That's kinda cool and kinda creepy." He chuckled.

"I know. Right? Try having your dead Mom threaten to knock your ass across a room." The brothers chuckled, kissed each other's cheeks and, Levie fell asleep with Brandon beside him in the chair, holding his hand.

The Ranch

Ev'lynn Moore sat at the kitchen table and sipped her glass of bourbon. The fifty-one years old matriarch closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. One thought that constantly came to the forefront was why. Why was Troy assaulted? He was so loving and an amazing man. He and Jaycen were amazing dads to her and Lyle's grandson. It just didn't make sense.

Ev'lynn finished her drink, got up, went into the kitchen, washed out the glass, placed it in the small dish rack to dry, then wiped her hands on the towel tied to the drawer handle and turned the light out. Earlier, after Lyle went home, she checked and locked the windows and doors. Next, the lady went upstairs. Softly, she knocked on her son's bedroom door, just in case he'd woken up and wasn't decently dressed. Once she was sure there was no movement inside, Ev'lynn opened the door and went inside. She left the door open to have some light in the darkened room. Quietly, the family's mother stepped closer to Troy's slumbering form. Ev'lynn sighed and lightly stroked her grown son's cheek. "I love you, my sweet Troy. Sleep well, my son. A few stray tears made their way down the motherly woman's cheeks as she made her exit, as quiet as her entrance.

A few seconds after she sat on the dark red lounge chair, a dinging sound rang through the house. It was the security alert at the ranch's entrance that let those in the farmhouse know someone was driving up. Out of habit and instinct, the fifty-year-old matron walked to her purse. She retrieved her cell phone and Glock forty-three nine-millimeter pistol. The one thing Stacy Stillman drilled into her head was the importance of being armed. She smiled as she recalled the lessons that the woman gave her.

Ev'lynn made sure the firearm was loaded then, went to the front door, and waited a couple of minutes. She flipped a switch and, the entire area around the house lit up like a baseball field at night. Ev'lynn opened the door and locked the storm door. The light was so bright that it blinded Maddox and, he had to close his eyes.

"Who are you, and why are you skulking around?"

The strong voice and, once he could see, the outline of the pistol the woman held made Maddox shiver. For a minute, he was at a loss for what to say. Finally, something came to him that he hoped would get him out of this. "Umm, forgive me, but I worked here until today. I was just wondering how Troy was after his accident."

Ev'lynn couldn't place why, but something in this man felt somehow familiar to her. And, It wasn’t a pleasant familiarity. "Thank you for coming to check on my son. I'll be sure to pass your inquiry about his wellbeing along to him. In the meantime, please come back another time, preferably earlier in the day. It's a bit late to be calling on anyone in this household. We go to bed early around here."

Maddox knew he wasn't getting anywhere with this insufferable woman. He'd have to wait for another time to have some more fun. He didn't say anything, just nodded then, turned to walk back to his truck. Ev'lynn closed and locked the door, turned the floodlights out, and waited till she heard the ding signaling the man's departure. A couple of minutes after hearing the alarm, she immediately got on the phone and called Jaycen.

Jaycen & Greg

The guys walked outside and got in Jaycen's truck. He started the old vehicle and, Jaycen used his mirrors to back out and, they exited the center's parking lot. The white Ford drove along Parks Ave. and turned left onto Bank St. At the stoplight, Jaycen looked at Greg and smiled as he gently rubbed the younger man's neck. "How are you feeling, little bro?" The light turned green, and Jaycen continued along Bank St. Greg was about to answer when Jaycen 's phone rang. He quickly glanced at the number, then handed the phone to Greg, asking him to answer Ev'lynn's call and put it on speaker.

"Hey, Mama Ev. Is everything okay there? How's my baby?"

"Hi, Mrs. Moore, it's Greg Wilmont."

"Hey, boys, Troy's fine and sleeping peacefully, Jayce. Greg, it's not Mr. and Mrs. Moore to you. It's Pap-Paw Lyle and Mam-Maw Ev. You only have to call Pap-Paw Mr. Moore at the bank unless he tells you differently. Ya got that youngin'?"

Jaycen shook his head and chuckled. "Welcome to the family, Greg."

"Don't worry, Greg, I'll be telling your brother the same thing."

Greg chuckled. He was having fun being accepted by Levie's family. "Yeah, Mam-Maw, I got it."

“So, what's up, Mom?" Jaycen asked as he turned into the convenience store parking lot.

"Did one of your guys quit today?"

Ev'lynn's question made Jaycen stop the truck short and gasp. "Mom, what did this guy look like?" The men listened to the description and, their faces lost their color. At the same time, Jaycen and Greg reached out and held each other's hand.

"Boys?" Ev'lynn's concerned voice filled the truck's cab.

"Y...Yeah, we're here, Mam-Maw." Greg answered for himself and Jaycen.

"Okay, what's up? I've heard enough silences over the years to know something's wrong."

"Where's Maddox now?" Jaycen asked.

"He left, I know, 'cause I heard the ding. That's how I knew someone was here." Ev'lynn paused. "Oh, don't worry, I got 'ole Thelma with me, and Louise's in the car's glove box."

Jaycen looked over, saw Greg's expression and, cracked up laughing.

'What's so funny?" Ev'lynn asked confusion, was heavy in her voice.

"I think it's the names you used," Jaycen answered, and Greg agreed with a head nod. "Greg, Thelma is Mom's purse gun, a Glock 43. Louise is her Glock 9 that she keeps locked in the car's glove box when she's not at home."

"What the hell? It's like being in a countryfied mob family. Mam-Maw goes around packin' two guns, Jayce, you and Troy are packin', and Lev goes around with a knife, a Glock, crossbow, and arrows." Greg's statement brought some much-needed levity to the current situation.

"Greg dear, Pap-Paw's also carries a Glock 9." Ev'lynn giggled.

"Of course, he does. Why wouldn't he?" The raven-haired young man shook his head and chuckled.

"Thanks for callin' Mom. See ya soon. I love you, Mama."

"I love you too, Mam-Maw."

"Be safe boys, love y'all."

Jaycen ended the call, turned slightly to the right and, fixed Greg in his gaze. "I saw your expression. I know why I reacted the way I did. Why did you have a look of recognition? Did you have a run-in with Maddox Barksley?"

Greg closed his eyes. He couldn't take the intense stare from his new older brother. The young man didn't want to appear weak or afraid but didn't want to lie to Jaycen either. He sighed and slightly nodded.

Jaycen nodded and wrapped his arms around the younger man beside him. "It's okay. Greg, you're safe. As long as I'm breathing, I won't let anyone hurt you. What happened?"

Greg laid his head on the older man's shoulder. "Nothing physically happened between us." He shivered as he remembered the feeling he got from the man's eyes. Jaycen's heart was breaking. He was going crazy knowing this guy negatively affected two people he loved, and he couldn't do anything to stop him.

"Okay, what did happen?" Jaycen listened with purpose as Greg told him about the feeling he'd gotten from the man in line at Kroger. He didn't believe in coincidences. The redhead couldn't ignore the knot in the pit of his stomach that told him Maddox was stalking members of the family. Now he asked himself why. After a second or two of thought, Jaycen finally spoke. "Greg, I want you to drive the truck to your apartment. I'll follow you in the Eagle. Until we know Maddox's intentions, I don't want you that exposed and alone."

"But…"

Jaycen gave Greg one of his sternest glares. The younger man gasped and shivered. "What did I tell Brandon? I'm telling you, not asking, and not suggesting. I'm not letting you be in danger. The jeep is too open and, I'm not comfortable with you driving it alone right now. I'd rather you not be alone at all, but there's no choice in this situation." Jaycen paused. Then, after Greg nodded, he continued. "Also, you're going to get a couple of pairs of clothes, and you're coming with me to the ranch tonight. We're gonna call your parents and let them know what's going on and where you'll be." Jaycen's expression and tone softened. He reached over and, with his thumb, dried Greg's tears. "I love you, Greg. You're my brother now. I'm gonna look after you, whether you like it or not. You're a part of the Stillman family and, we take care of one another."

Jaycen's level of caring made Greg feel loved and protected. He knew in his heart, Jaycen meant every word he spoke. He smiled and wrapped the older man in a bear hug. "Thank you, Jaycen. I love you."

The two men separated. Before Jaycen got out of the truck, Greg told him to park the Eagle next to his Toyota pickup. He walked over to the discarded lock bar, hopped in the jeep and, followed Greg to his townhouse. When they got there Greg, noticed his Mom's Navigator was in the lot. He parked Jaycen's truck beside the SUV.

Greg’s Townhouse

Greg motioned Jaycen over to him after the redhead locked the steering wheel and exited the Eagle.

"Jayce, that's my Mama Linda's Navigator. I'm sure Papa Tom's with her." Greg paused and looked up at the slightly taller and older man. The more he looked at Jaycen, the more he realized how similar in physical appearance the two Stillman brothers were. Except for the height difference, Greg got a glimpse of what older Levie would look like and, he liked what he saw.

Jaycen slightly bent his head and smiled. "You just realized how much Lev looks like me, didn't you?" Seeing Greg's facial expression and bright blush on his cheeks caused Jaycen's boisterous laughter. "I'm guessing you liked what Lev's most likely gonna look like in ten years." Jaycen continued to laugh as he shook his head and wrapped Greg in a hug that lifted him off the ground.

Greg wasn't used to being lifted off the ground. The brunet yelped then giggled because of his reaction. "Yes to, both question and comment about liking what I saw." He blushed again. "I'm also not used to someone being able to lift me off the ground in a hug." Greg chuckled and hugged the older man. He tried to lift Jaycen but wasn't quite strong enough.

Jaycen chuckled and playfully ruffled Greg's hair. "Nice try, kiddo. Maybe if you work part-time on the ranch, you'll get strong enough to lift me." The guys turned to go inside and were surprised to see Linda and Tom watching them from the doorstep.

Maddox

It was quiet at the medical center exactly, how Maddox hoped it'd be. After having his plans at the ranch fall through, he decided to go for a different approach. In the poorly lit area towards the corner of the hospital, the two-tone-haired man waited patiently for an employee to come outside. Someone that he could grab, knock out, and strip them of their uniform. Finally, he got lucky when a janitor came to change the trash bag.

"What luck, he's about my size too." Maddox thought to himself. As soon as the man was close enough, he raised the pipe he'd found lying around and brought it down, hard on the janitor's head. The man's body fell, making a soft thumping sound. Maddox giggled then quickly dragged the man and his cart around the corner into the darkness. Then, he stripped the janitor of his clothes and put them on.

Completely disguised, Maddox walked into the center. He made his way to the nurses' station and used the cover of changing the trash to find Levie Stillman's room. The janitor found the room number and headed there. An evil sneer was plastered on his face as he got closer to the young man's room. Quietly, he opened the door. Maddox had to stifle his chuckling when he saw Levie and the blonde guy sleeping peacefully, holding hands. He grabbed a trash bag, wrapped it around his hands a couple of times and, made it taut. Silently, the devious man crept closer to the blonde and got behind him. Acting quickly, Maddox wrapped the bag around Brandon's neck and pulled hard. With the bag pressed so tightly against his windpipe, the blonde captive couldn't do anything except make gasps. Levie took a sedative before going to sleep and didn't wake up through any of this. Finally, Brandon's struggling ceased, and he fell unconscious.

Maddox laughed as he dragged the twenty-year-old male's body into the bathroom, then stripped off Brandon's shirt and found his phone. The janitor got a black sharpie marker and wrote a message on the bare skin. He took a picture of the young man with Brandon’s phone and then sent it to Jaycen and Troy's phone, then left as quietly as he entered.

Greg's Townhouse

Jaycen and Greg smiled at Linda and Tom then headed for the couple. Jaycen was about to shake Tom's hand when his cell phone alerted him to a new message. Thinking it might be something about Levie, the redhead excused himself and walked back down the steps. Greg, Linda and, Tom were softly talking to give Jaycen some privacy. Jaycen pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the message. The second he saw the picture with its message, his face got almost as red as his hair. "THAT GODDAMNED BASTARD, I'M GONNA KILL HIM FOR FUCKIN' WITH MY FAMILY. " Jaycen's voice roared and made the three Wilmont's jump out of their skin. Before he could do anything else, Jaycen's temperature rose drastically, and he became short of breath. The redhead dropped his phone. Luckily it didn't break. Jaycen's body fell to the ground after he clutched his chest. Greg screamed Jaycen's name and ran to the older man, cradling him in his arms, just as Brandon did with Levie.

Linda called nine-one-one, Tom went to help his son and Jaycen. Greg's frightened tears fell on his brother's shoulder as he softly pleaded with Jaycen telling him he couldn't leave the family and how much he was needed and loved. Greg saw the phone and picked it up to see what caused Jaycen's episode. The picture made him gasp, and the phone again hit the ground. Tom picked up the phone, looked at the picture, and was speechless. Brandon was lying on a bathroom floor, unconscious and shirtless, with the words, "I can get to anyone, anywhere, and anytime I want. You and your husband will DIE!!!"

08. The Strength Of Family

Greg's Townhouse

Linda gave the dispatcher Levie's room number then told them about the photo. The officer told her, one of the medical center's security guards would check on the young men.

"Son, who can we call to help with Jaycen?" Tom asked as he handed his phone to his wife.

"Who would do something like that?" Linda pushed the phone back to Greg. She couldn't look at her poor son in that condition anymore.

Greg thought a minute, then snapped his fingers. "I know who to call." The brunet opened the phone's contacts and looked for Lyle's number.

Linda looked at her husband and son. "Tom, I'm going to the hospital. One of us should be with our two other boys."

Hearing his Mom say “our two other boys” made Greg smile. Tom stood up and walked over to his wife. "Babe, are you sure you're okay to drive?" Tom's heart ached, having to choose between his two sons. Greg needed a parent with him to help in dealing with the authorities. However, he knew Linda was right, and one of them needed to be with Brandon and Levie.

"I'll be fine, hon. You take care of these two. I got the ones at the hospital." Linda kissed Greg and Tom, then gently ran her hand over Jaycen's cheek and whispered, “Tom and I will take care of our three boys. You rest, Jaycen.” before getting into the Navigator and heading to the medical center.

As he was about to call Lyle, the phone started ringing. Troy's name was on the screen. Greg looked at his Dad and mouthed Troy.

"Answer the call, Greg. The man has a right to know what's happening with his family."

"Hello!" Greg wiped his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Jayce?" Ev'lynn's voice came blasting through the phone.

"No, Mam-Maw Ev, it's Greg." The brunet breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't speaking to Troy yet.

"What's going on out there? Who's this boy, and who wrote the message."

"Mam-Maw, we're not sure who wrote the message yet. Brandon is the one in the pic, and it's in the bathroom of Levie's hospital room." Greg paused and wiped his tears. He looked down and smoothed his older brother's red locks, hoping he'd wake soon. “Mam-Maw, Jaycen's had an episode and hasn't woken up yet. He saw the picture and message, then went off. He passed out after his face turned red as his hair. Papa Tom's with me. We're at my townhouse waiting on the paramedics. Mama Linda went to the hospital to be with Bran and Levie."

Ev'lynn gasped. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot to ask about Lev when I called earlier."

Greg was having a hard time keeping it together, so was Tom as they listened to the family's matriarch's voice quivering and filled with the pain in her heart. "It's okay, Mam-Maw. Everyone's been thrown off their game today. I was about to call Pap-Paw Lyle when you called." As he was talking with Ev'lynn, Greg heard sirens approaching. "Mam-Maw, the police, and the paramedics are almost here."

"Okay, don't worry about calling Pap-Paw I'll call him. Greg, you and Tom, stay safe."

"I will Mam-Maw, you too. I love you." Greg wiped his tears. He could see the lights flashing in the darkness.

"I love you too. Thank you for looking after my second son. Jaycen's just as much my son as Troy. And, Greg you, and Brandon are our grandsons just like Lev."

The police and paramedics pulled into the lot a minute or two after Greg ended the call with Ev'lynn. Tom stood up behind his son and Jaycen while Greg kept his arms protectively wrapped around his older brother. Deputy Wallace opened the door of one of the cars and wiped the tears from his eyes as he ran over to his long-time friend and brother. When he got close enough to the fallen body, he gasped. Leon hadn't ever seen Jaycen looking so pale and so helpless. His friend had always been active and expressive. The muscular deputy was momentarily speechless. He just stood there, looking at the redhead's immobile body as he wiped his tears.

"Mmm, what happened?" Jaycen's soft raspy voice attracted everyone's attention. It only took a second before the redhead rapidly sat up, he gasped, and his eyes popped open. "Brandon, Levie, we've gotta....." Jaycen couldn't finish his statement, the world started spinning, and he fell back against Greg's chest. He closed his eyes and moaned from the pain that shot through his head from the sudden movement.

"Calm down, Jayce, it's okay. Bro, Rusty's heading to the hospital." Leon used his soft tone to try soothing his ailing friend's nerves. "By the way, we're pretty pissed at you for not calling us about Lev and Troy. We're both kickin' your ass as soon as you're strong enough to handle it.

"It'll take both of you and a few others to keep me from killing that bastard, Maddox." Jaycen tried sitting up again but much slower. He was successful this time.

"Jaycepop, please tell me you're okay. I was scared when you passed out. You can't leave me, not yet." Greg was sniffling and wiping his eyes. He was glad to see the older man coming back to himself. The brunet smiled when he felt Jaycen's hand grasp his and squeeze.

"Thank you for holding me, baby bro. I'll be just fine just as soon as I can lay eyes on Lev and Bran. Jaycen blinked the tears from his eyes to clear his vision. The redhead slowly got to his feet and took a second to get his equilibrium stable. Thankfully, Tom's arm was there to hold steady him.

"Jaycen, please go to the medical center. You've been out almost fifteen minutes and are still slightly unstable." Tom was a little surprised at how quickly Jaycen was attaching himself to the older man's heart. Not just Jaycen, but the whole family. He hadn't met much of Levie, but the fatherly man, couldn't help wanting to hug and protect his son's boyfriend.

Jaycen was about to protest when he stopped and looked the two Wilmont men directly in the eyes. He saw their love and concern for him. Jaycen's tears began falling down his cheeks. In an instant, the redhead was in the middle of a father/son hug.

"Jayce, you're going to get yourself checked out. I'm not suggesting or asking. I'm telling you." Greg stated in his best stern tone.

Jaycen looked at Greg, then turned his head and looked at Tom. "Damn, it sucks when kids use your own words against you."

"Tell me about it." Tom and Jaycen cracked up laughing.

"Is he always this persistent?" Jaycen asked.

"Yeah, annoying, isn't it." Tom's statement earned him a very pronounced pout from his brunet son.

Jaycen slightly jumped and softly giggled when he felt Greg's fingers very lightly press against his side. "Okay, okay, baby bro, you win. You'd better hide when I'm feeling better." The redhead chuckled, then he wrapped the younger dark-haired man in his arms and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Greg."

"I love you too, Bropop." Greg smiled and looked up at Tom when he felt his Dad's arms wrap around both him and Jaycen. "I love you too, Dad."

After giving a brief statement to Leon and sending him a text with the photo from Brandon's phone, Jaycen hugged his friend. Then, he, Greg, and Tom got in the Eagle and headed to the medical center, with Greg at the wheel.

The Medical Center

The center was in a rare state of panic. As soon as the call came from the police that an attack occurred in their patient's room, the security guards went into action. However, by the time they'd gotten to the room, all they found was Brandon's shirtless body lying still on the floor. Immediately, a couple of nurses got the young man out of the bathroom and into the bed beside Levie. After making sure his vitals were okay, they started to clean the blonde's chest. One of the guards stopped them and said to wait till the police got there, that they might wash away evidence.

Linda parked her SUV in the first available spot she found. Using the FOB, she locked the vehicle, set the alarm, and purposefully walked into the center. Once inside, Linda looked around to see if there was anyone familiar, and after not seeing anyone, the sandy blonde headed for the nurse's desk. When she got to the station, Linda encountered Mavis Starks.

Mavis was a short spinster-like woman. Her grey hair resembled a poorly constructed bird nest, and a sour, uninterested expression was constantly on her face. Mavis worked at the center longer than anyone wanted to remember. "Here, fill these out and return them." Without looking up, Mavis pushed a clipboard and pen into Linda's fingers as they rested on the desk's surface.

The gravelly voice and uncaring robotic nature this dowdy woman exuded made Linda want to jump over the desk and beat the hell out of the being inhabiting the space behind the piece of furniture. The exasperated woman shook her head and took a deep breath before she spoke one syllable. "Mrs. Starks, My name is Linda Wilmont. I'm here because my son, Brandon Wilmont, was the young man attacked in Levie Stillman's room tonight."

The statement did not affect the Starks woman. Mavis continued to keep her eyes on her paperwork. "Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about there, was no attack in anyone's room tonight. I suggest you stop smoking or shooting up whatever drugs you're on and leave this E.R. A woman your age should know better than to be strung out on drugs anyway."

Linda's face was as red as Levie's hair. Never had anyone spoken to her like that. "Why you, nasty uneducated, old bitch. I know there was an attack here tonight because I saw my son's body on the floor with my own eyes. I want to speak with a supervisor this minute or else..." Linda's threat was cut short by a hand gently touching her shoulder. She turned and was face to face with Lyle Moore and Sheriff Jackson.

Mavis's face went from utter shock to smug in one second. "Sheriff, I'm glad you've arrived. You need to arrest this woman. I'm quite certain she's strung out on something or another. Add to that a charge of threatening my safety."

"Mavis, you've got the intellectual equivalency of a mushroom. And, I'm still debating whether the mushroom's smarter." Lyle said his statement had Rusty and Linda laughing like crazy.

"Don't you pay attention to anything around here besides your paperwork? There was an attack in room three-fifty-seven. Mrs. Wilmont is not imagining things or on any drugs." Jackson stated firmly, with his hand on Linda's shoulder.

"That may very well be, but I still want her arrested and have charges brought against her for threatening me with bodily harm." Mavis stood to her full height, an unimpressive five-foot-one.

"Mavis, no one is getting arrested, least of all Mrs. Wilmont."

"I have the proof that she…"

"Mavis, you don't have a leg to stand on. Mr. Moore and I saw the entire exchange between the two of you. Quite frankly, you were rude and dismissive of Linda's needs. Honestly, she didn't even become irate until you slandered her, saying she was on drugs. Besides, she's a mother, distraught over not knowing her son's condition. Now, I suggest you go back to your paperwork and leave everything alone."

The statement left the woman completely speechless. Rusty gently guided Linda and Lyle to Levie's room. On the way, he told them to prepare themselves for what condition the young men might be in his statement was as much for his benefit as Linda and Lyle's because he hadn't seen Levie or Brandon yet either. The trio paused outside the room to collect themselves and their thoughts. They took a collective deep breath, and after nodding their heads, the three of them entered Levie's room.

As soon as she laid eyes on Brandon's peaceful slumbering body, the Wilmont matriarch breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Acting on her natural motherly instinct, Linda walked over to her birth son, smoothed his unruly sandy blonde locks, leaned over, and softly kissed the young man's brow. She closed her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Looking heavenward, she said a silent thank you for the protection of her boy.

Linda stepped over to Levie's bed. The mother looked down at the sleeping angelic boy, which caused the waterfall of tears that cascaded down her cheeks. In her heart, Linda had very few true regrets. However, the sleeping young man her wet, lightly colored eyes beheld was one of them. Levie Stillman was, in all actuality, the biggest regret of Linda's life and her career. The slightly grey-haired woman smoothed the redhead's hair, then she leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I am sorry for my mistakes in the past, and Levie, I promise, no matter what, I'll make it up to you and your family. Sleep well, my third boy." Linda softly whispered. She righted herself and was about to walk back to the two men when a hand gently touching hers made Linda stop and turn around.

"I forgive you, Mama Linda. When my Mom came to visit me earlier, she had two messages. One was to chew me out for not putting more thought into my actions this evening. The other one was that I needed to forgive you and work on letting you be my Mom in her place." Levie closed his eyes and coughed. "You took Greg into your home when he was hurt and broken. I will always be grateful to you and Papa Tom for saving my soulmate." After another round of coughs, Levie smiled and kissed Linda's hand. Then he turned on his side and fell asleep. The young man's words had everyone in the room drying their eyes. Greg and Tom showed up about halfway through Linda's interaction with Levie.

"Are you okay, babe?" Tom asked as he wrapped his wife in his loving embrace.

"Tom, I'm more than okay. I'm better than I have been in a very long time." Linda wiped her eyes and turned to her raven-haired son. "Greg, you've chosen very well. I hope with every ounce of goodness in me that you and Levie enjoy a long and happy life while you get to know one another along your journeys. He's an exceptional young man." Then she turned to Lyle. "Lyle, you have to be very proud of Jaycen and Troy. Those two men have been incredible parents to that loving young man."

Greg and Lyle each gave Linda a hug and kiss on the cheek for her beautiful words of love and encouragement.

"Guys, how is Jayce?" Rusty asked after everyone calmed down.

"He's getting checked out now," Greg answered. He looked over to Lyle and wrapped his arms around the older man. "I love you, Pap-Paw. Thank you for introducing me to my angel boy."

Lyle smiled and gently rubbed Greg's back as he returned the show of affection. "I had a feeling the two of you would be perfect for one another. You're both very similar but different enough to keep things interesting."

It turned out that Dr. Michaels was the one with Jaycen. The look of shock on the doctor's face made the redhead start chuckling. "I guess you weren't expecting me, huh? Don't feel bad I wasn't expecting me here either." Jaycen said, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"Mr. Stillman, I looked at your vitals and have read what brought you back in tonight. I'm pretty sure the fainting episode happened because of the excessive amount of stress you've endured in a relatively short period. I'm pretty sure you're going to be fine, and I would like to see you back here in a few weeks."

"Thank you, Dr. Michaels, but I won't be back unless I have to come in. No offense to you, but I'll have Uncle Stu check me out. He's my PCP."

"Uncle Stu?" Dr. Michaels asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jaycen chuckled. "Yes, my Uncle Stu is Dr. Stuart Blankenship. He delivered me, my husband, and Levie."

Dr. Michaels closed his eyes, shook his head, and laughed. "I swear that man's delivered half the county, and you're the first one I've heard call him Uncle Stu."

"That's because he was a real good friend to my and Levie's parents." Jaycen smiled, stood up, and shook Dr. Michael's hand. "Thank you, and thank you for taking care of my Levie. You have no idea how special that boy is to not just me and my husband but to a lot of people around here."

"Oh, I've heard about everything not, just Levie, but your family and the ranch has been to the community." Dr. Michaels patted Jaycen's shoulder and went to check on his other patients.

Jaycen finished getting dressed then headed for Levie's room, and when he got there, he saw the growing family gathered around Levie and Brandon. Tears welled in the redhead's eyes as he watched everyone interacting with one another and felt the love energy flowing around the room.

Greg turned toward the door. He smiled, walked over to Jaycen, and gave the older man a love-filled embrace and hug. "What did the Dr. say, Jaycepop?"

Linda looked over at the new arrival and smiled as she approached the younger man. "Jaycepop? That's cute." Linda said as she gave Jaycen a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"How are you, Jaycen? We've all been worried about you and our boys." Tom added as he also hugged his new family member.

"I'll be okay. Dr. Michaels was pretty sure I fainted because my body was essentially over-stressed. How's my new kid brother?" Jaycen asked as he walked over to Brandon's bed. He leaned over and gently kissed the sleeping blonde.

"He wasn't physically hurt, and he doesn't know what happened yet. They gave him a sedative to help him sleep the rest of the night. Whoever attacked him just knocked Brandon out." Lyle responded after he gave Jaycen his hug and kiss.

"Jaycen, may I speak with you for a minute?" Linda asked with her hand gently on the taller man's arm.

"Of course, you may, and please call me Jayce unless I piss you off." Jaycen giggled and clasped Linda's hand.

"Jayce, it is, and I'm Linda, and he's Tom," Linda said, pointing to her husband. She smiled and walked with Jaycen outside the room. The pair sat down on a bench close to Levie's room.

"What's on your mind, Linda?" Jaycen asked and looked directly into Linda's eyes.

"I have to apologize to you and Troy when I see him next." Linda paused and took a deep breath. "Tonight, after I kissed Brandon, I went over to Levie's bed and did the same with him. I was about to walk back to Rusty and Lyle when Lev stopped me by holding my hand. He told me his Mom visited him and told him he needed to forgive me and let me be his Mom in her place. Then he kissed my hand and called me Mama Linda, and Tom, Papa Tom. I don't want to step on your or Troy's toes, but if he'd let me, I'd love to call Levie son, as would Tom."

Jaycen wiped his eyes and hugged Linda. "I know I speak for my husband and myself. Linda, we'd love that. This evening I told Greg if he and Bran were comfortable, they could call us any of the names Lev's, created for us. So, we'd like to share Greg and Brandon, if you and Tom are okay with that."

"Tom, and I would like that. Before everything went south today, I told Brandon I hoped Levie's parents accepted him and Greg like we prepared to accept Lev." Linda smiled and embraced Jaycen.

"Linda, you and Tom are welcome editions to our family. It brought tears to my eyes as I watched the family gathered around Lev and Bran. I don't know what happened or why Lev blew up earlier. I want you to know Troy and I never negatively talked about you to Lev. I was shocked when Greg and Bran told me about his leaving the way he did. I didn't even know he'd even remembered you."

"I guess if someone recommends you to be taking from a loving environment and not have contact with the people you've known and loved all your life, it kind of sticks with you. For the record, Levie did forgive me tonight."

"I'm glad to hear that. We've never been a family who holds grudges. How about we gather everyone and go home for the night? I'll call Mama Ev and tell her I'm staying with Greg tonight. I miss my husband, but I don't think I'd make it back to the ranch alive. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted." Linda nodded her head in agreement and shared another hug before going back into the room.

09. Feelings, Dreams, & Revelations

Greg & Jaycen

After calling Mama Ev, Lyle, Jaycen, Greg, Tom, and Linda left the hospital and parted ways. Tom and Linda got in the Navigator and drove home. Jaycen and Greg climbed in the jeep, and Greg headed back to the townhouse, with Jaycen in the passenger seat. Physically, he felt fine, but Jaycen was still a bit shaken up from earlier. The redhead watched the scenery pass by. He had a feeling of loss, breeding inside of him. His heart felt like it had split in two. Tonight would be the first time he and Troy were apart since high school. They only separated if they had a game or swimming meet out of town. Teardrops trailed down his cheeks as his husband's face continuously popped into his head.

The brunet quickly glanced at the older man and placed his hand on Jaycen's. Greg felt the sadness that poured from his brother's body and thought it was over the two loved ones in the hospital. "Thinking about Lev, and Bran, Jaycepop?" He asked as Jaycen smiled and gently closed his fingers over the younger man's hand.

"Partly, I'm also thinking about my husband. We've hardly been away from each other since we met." Jaycen wiped his tears and tried to smile.

"Jaycepop, how long have the two of you been together?" Greg asked as he waited for the light to turn green.

"We've known each other for twenty-seven years. I'm not sure when we decided to become a couple, it just seems like we've always been together. Troy and I got married twelve years ago." The redhead paused and wiped his eyes. "I've never had a better friend or seen a more attractive man. There are some sexy guys out there." He paused and snickered. "My brothers included, but no one comes close to my Troy."

Greg chuckled hearing Jayce, calling him, Brandon, and Levie sexy. "You and Troy are sexy guys, but I feel the same about Lev, as you do about Troypop. When I saw him at Pap-Paw's birthday party, I thought I was looking at an angel or someone so gorgeous he shouldn't be human." The brunet signaled right, turned into the complex's parking lot, and parked the Eagle beside his Tacoma.

"Troy and I watched the two of you that night. We knew you boys would get together and bet against each other." Jaycen giggled when he saw Greg's expression.

"Well?" Greg asked as he sat facing the older redhead.

"Well, what?" Jaycen smirked.

"Who won?" The younger man had a tone of impatience that cracked Jaycen up.

"I'll tell you... when you're older.” Jaycen cackled as he unbuckled his seat belt. He jumped out of the jeep and ran for the townhouse's front door with Greg in hot pursuit. The thirty-year-old got tackled on the grass just before reaching the steps.

Greg pinned Jaycen facedown, then straddled the slightly taller man's waist as he squirmed and kicked his legs in an attempt to buck his giggling attacker off of him. Because of the long strenuous day, the redhead wasn't at full strength and got overpowered by his younger assailant.

"Tell me who won or else," Geg said as he giggled.

"You're sooo totally gonna regret this, you brat." Jaycen knew he was going to pay for that one.

"Not as much as you, Jaycepop." The brunet made a point to lace his fingers together and crack his knuckles. With no warning, he kneaded his fingers between Jaycen's ribs and above his hips.

The second he felt the tickle assault, boisterous laughter escaped the redhead's lips. His body wriggled and thrashed under the weight of the younger man. Jaycen's legs kicked, and his fists pounded the ground. "You're gonna get it, kiddo," Jaycen managed to get out in between his wild tickle-induced laughter.

"You're really askin' for it, Bropop." Greg chuckled. "Where should I try next, huh? Your pits look fun to explore or maybe I’ll tickle your feet. If your feet are as ticklish as Lev's, it'll be a blast tickling them." The brunet turned around, still keeping his laughing victim pinned down. He grabbed hold of Jaycen's left leg and started pulling at the shoelaces.

"Okay! Okay! We tied." Jayce yelled out in surrender. Instantly he felt his new brother's arms wrap around his neck and Greg kissing his sweaty forehead as he panted.

"Damn, I was hoping you'd make me go for your feet." The raven-haired man chuckled.

"If it hadn't have been such a long day, I would have put up a harder fight and probably won." Jaycen smiled and trapped Greg in a chokehold before he could react. Jaycen chuckled then gave him a noogie, followed by a good dose of side and rib tickles.

Greg writhed side to side, and his laughter filled the night air as he tried to escape, but Jaycen's hold was too strong after he tired himself out from the tickling he gave earlier. "I give, I give, Uncle." He shouted after a minute or two of the tickle treatment.

Jaycen giggled, got to his feet, and extended his arm to help Greg to his feet. Once the brunet stood up, Jaycen got wrapped in a bear hug. "I love you too, Greg." He said as he kissed the younger man's head and smoothed his dark hair.

"I didn't go too far, did I, Jayce?" Greg asked sheepishly with his head buried in the muscular chest.

"Of course, you didn't, baby bro. That was what I needed.

The two men brushed themselves off and walked up to the townhouse. Greg slipped his shoes off at the door, with Jaycen following his example. The redhead sat on the sofa and accepted the beer the brunet brung him. They spent the next few minutes in comfortable silence with their thoughts.

Greg looked at Jaycen and was the first to say something. "Bropop, don't feel you have to answer me. You can always tell me it's none of my business. What did you and Mama Linda talk about?"

Jaycen took a sip of his beer and sighed. "Well, Linda told me about Levie forgiving her and telling her about Mom's visit. Then we talked about the mutual desire to be parental figures for you, Brandon, and Levie. She apologized for the past and her views. In return, I told her Troy and, I never held anything against her. Linda and I are looking forward to blending our two families." Jaycen gasped when Greg launched himself into his lap and hugged the hell out of him.

"You and Troy are amazing men. I hope Lev, Bran, and I can become half the men you two are." Greg smiled and laid his head on Jaycen's shoulder. He giggled when the redhead tapped his shoulder and told him he needed to breathe.

"Greg, you three are more than half the men Troy and I are. You and Bran got there without us. We loved, raised, and hopefully guided Lev in the right direction as best we could. Linda and Tom have done an exceptional job raising and guiding you and your brother." Jaycen smiled and rubbed Greg's back.

"Mama Linda and Papa Tom were the best parents I could've hoped to have. My parents didn't love or want me, even before they knew I was gay." Tears started falling down Greg's cheeks. "Jaycepop, why didn't they want me?"

Jaycen's heart broke. He pulled the younger man into a fatherly embrace and held Greg as the emotions poured from him. "Your past doesn't define you, Greg. All it does is provide lessons to learn." He paused and lifted the brunet's chin. "Open your eyes and look at me, Greg." Jaycen continued as soon as he saw his brother's glittery eyes. "Baby boy, I don't know why your bio parents didn't want or love you. I do know that you'll never be alone or without family support."

Greg smiled, wiped his eyes, and kissed Jaycen's cheek. "Thanks, Bropop. Now I see why Lev's as loving and strong as he is. You and Troypop are awesome role models."

Jaycen smiled. "Now, let's see if I can get you to smile and feel better." He chuckled and gently kneaded above Greg's hips.

"No fair, Jaycepop." The brunet squealed just before the living space filled with the sound of his laughter. His body squirmed and bucked as the older man held him in place.

Jaycen giggled when he heard Greg yell out he felt better after a minute or two of tickling. "That's all I needed to hear, baby bro. C'mon, let's get some sleep, it's eleven o'clock, and I'm not used to being up this late."

Greg chuckled and hugged Jaycen. "I guess that's what happens when you get old." He cackled and ran up to his room before Jaycen could catch him. He cracked the door and called out. "By the way, the guest room's across the hall." Greg smiled angelically and came out to hug his older brother. "Thank you, Jaycepop. You did make me feel better. I love you. Good night."

Jaycen returned the hug and kissed Greg's cheek. "I love ya too, kiddo. Sleep well."

Jaycen's sleep was anything but peaceful. His mind wouldn't shut down, and he missed feeling Troy's warm body beside him. Even though the bed was comfortable, the redhead tossed and turned all night. When he finally did calm down enough to drift off to sleep, a nagging feeling kept bringing him back to consciousness. Every time he closed his eyes, Jaycen saw Barksley's, but it wasn't the eyes themselves that haunted him. It was the emotion or lack of in them. When he looked into Maddox's eyes, they were cold, loveless, and when he gazed at Troy, the man's eyes burned with the look of lust, sexual desire, and pure depravity. Jaycen swore if Barksley's eyes could rape Troy, they would. The memory made his body shiver with fear. He'd seen that look once before.

Jaycen closed his eyes and wandered thirteen years in the past back to the day of the State Championship Swim Meet, and Troy led their high school to a record-breaking win. Not only did he break the state's record for fastest swimmer, but he was the school's first openly gay team captain and the first engaged to be married. Their parents left right after the meet to set up the celebration dinner at the ranch. Jaycen was proud as hell of his soon-to-be husband.

He waited for Troy at the school's pool area, outside the locker room. The redhead remembered the excitement and how electrifying it was. The swim team was flying on a well-deserved high. Jaycen played football and soccer, so he knew the feeling of winning a tough match. Troy and Jaycen were friends with the team members, except for one. He smiled, hugged, and congratulated the guys as they exited the steamy room. Ten minutes passed since the last guy left, nervousness filled the pit of his gut. Jaycen couldn't pinpoint any specific feeling, but he knew something was wrong. There were two people he hadn't seen leaving the locker room, Burt Macklin and Troy. Never one to ignore his instincts, Jaycen ran fast as he could to the coach's office. Once there, he quickly explained the time frame and his feeling. While talking, Jaycen suddenly wrapped his arms around himself and doubled over. In seconds the coach was on his feet, tending to the fallen student. He explained the bond he and Troy had because of the longevity of their relationship. He told the older man he knew Troy was in distress and hurting.

Like lightning, the two ran to the locker room. When Jaycen and the coach got there, they saw Burt had Troy pinned facedown on the floor, trying to force himself into the smaller brunet's unconscious body. Blood was oozing from the side of Troy's head and a few other spots. Before the coach could compose himself, Jaycen launched himself onto Burt. His fists flew as he punched the offender's face and anywhere else he could. Jaycen's body shook in the bed as he recalled the intense rage and hatred for the guy who attacked the man he loved more than life itself. The coach heard some of the guys who were waiting for rides outside. He ran to get their help in pulling the hulk-like redhead off Burt. It took two of the football team's biggest guys, who happened to be Rusty Jackson and Leon Wallace, and two of the swim team's more powerful guys to pull Jaycen's raging body off his fiancee's assailant.

Jaycen's mind brought him back to the present. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Jaycen saw Troy's unmoving body looking the same back then as it did earlier at the ranch. Then his mind showed images of Maddox's and Burt's eyes side by side. Although the color was different, the feeling reflected was the same. The correlation between the sets of eyes made Jaycen sit up and scream Burt's name. A couple of seconds later, the bedroom door flew open, and Greg's heaving body filled the doorway.

"Jaycen, Bropop, are you okay?" Greg ran over to the bed, pulled the covers back, and got in beside the older man. He wrapped his arms around Jaycen and pulled him into a loving embrace. "Whatever, it was bro, it's okay, just a bad dream." Greg lightly smoothed the sweat-soaked red locks of hair. He gasped as Jaycen's arms tightened around him and his head pressed into his chest.

"No, Greg, it's not okay, and it wasn't just a bad dream. I'm pretty sure I know who attacked Troy and Bran. I need to get some info to make sure I'm right." Jaycen looked into Greg's eyes and slightly smiled. "Thanks for running to check up on me. I love you, baby bro." He kissed Greg's cheek, sat up, and reached for his phone. He didn't even notice that it was three in the morning.

"Umm, Jayce, do you know what time it is?" Greg yawned and pointed to the darkness outside the window.

"Can't be helped, bro. Lives might be at stake, especially if I'm right." Jaycen pressed and held down the number two button on his phone.

"Who the fuck, is calling me at three in the morning, on a Saturday? You'd better be lying in a ditch or bleeding to death. If you're not, you better hope I don't find out who.…"

"Papa Lyle, it's Jayce." Jaycen was trying hard not to crack up laughing at his in-law's greeting.
Greg was also trying not to laugh Jaycen had the call on speaker. "I'm here too, Pap-Paw."

Immediately, Lyle's voice got a concerned and worried tone. "What's wrong? Is it Lev or Troy?"

"No, neither of them, at least not that we've heard. Dad, I need you to wake up some and think about my question."

It took a minute or two, but Lyle's voice came back on, sounding more alert. "I'll do my best, Son. What's up? Oh, good, sort of morning, Greg."

Greg chuckled. "Back at ya, Pap-Paw Lyle."

"Dad, do you remember the Macklin's? More specifically, do you remember what happened to their estate?"

"Give me a second to boot up my laptop. I'll connect to the bank's account directory."

"Do you want some coffee, Jaycepop?" Greg asked. He giggled when his brother smiled, then got this adorably happy sparkle in his eyes and eagerly nodded. "You do the same thing Lev does when I ask if he needs something he wants at the time. I'm not sure yet, who's is cuter."

"Lev's is cuter, Greg. Jaycen's has lost a little bit of the cute factor as he's gotten older." Lyle's statement made Greg laugh as Jaycen pouted. "Stop pouting, Jayce. I was kidding." Lyle chuckled. "Before either of you ask, I know my redheaded child. He tries to look cute and innocent by pouting. It works most of the time with Ev and me. It always works with Troy. He melts like ice cream on a hot afternoon when Jayce pouts. However, Jayce is the same when Troy pouts."

"Lev must've learned the pouting thing from the Bropops. I'm completely defenseless when he pouts." Greg's comment earned him laughter from the older men.

"Greg, none of us are immune to that boy's pouts." Jaycen got another round of laughter with his statement.

"Okay, I'm in the archives. Jayce, the account got transferred to another financial institution."
"Does it say when the transfer was, Papa?"

"A few months ago." Lyle paused. "What's this got to do with anything, Son?"

"I'll have to get back to you on that one, Dad. I've got one more call to make. Hopefully, afterward, I can answer some questions. I'm sorry for waking you so early, Pop. I love you."

"Jayce, make sure you and all my kids are safe. I love you all."

Jaycen ended the call and pressed the fourth number.

"Jayce, what's wrong, bro?" Rusty's concern was evident in his tone.

"Rus, I've got a question." Jayce blew out a gust of air as his fingers ran through his hair.
"Shoot."

"Do you happen to remember seeing anything about Burt Macklin getting released?"

"Burt Macklin? Jayce, you're reaching back into the old days. I haven't heard that name in forever. I don't think I got anything. Why do you ask?"

"Before I tell you, promise to hear me out." Jaycen smiled as Greg handed him a mug of coffee.
"Of course, I'll hear you out, bro."

The next few minutes, Jaycen laid out his dream and the side by sides of Maddox's and Burt's eyes. As Greg listened, he had to admit it was very feasible.

"Jayce, it's a long shot, but I think you might be onto something. In the retelling, you've made me remember how creepy and obsessed Burt was with Troy." Rusty paused. "Holy fuckin' shit. I don't believe this."'

"What's up?" Jaycen moved to the edge of the bed, with his complete attention on the phone in his hand.

"I have to apologize for this. I completely overlooked the message from the prison. Burt was released a few months ago."

Jaycen and Greg gasped and looked at one another. "Rusty, before I called you, I called Dad to have him check into what happened to the Macklin estate. He told me a few months ago the account moved to a different financial institution. If he was the sole beneficiary, he could've moved it, withdrawn funds, changed his looks, and created a whole new identity."

"Jayce, it may take me till Tuesday to get some answers, but I'll ask around. Maddox Barksley and Burt Macklin may be the same person. I agree faces, eye color, noses, and hair color can all be changed." Rusty tried and failed to stifle a yawn.

"Go back to bed, Rust thanks for indulging me."

"I'm always looking out for you, Troy, Lev, or any of the family. That includes you and your family, Greg."

Greg smiled. "Thanks, Sheriff. I appreciate it."

"Rusty, Greg. It's Rusty to you and Brandon. Good night guys, and let me know if anything else comes up."

"Thanks, Rus. Love ya, Bro."

"Love, y'all too."

Jaycen ended the call, then turned and looked at Greg. "Do you think I'm crazy with this theory?" He asked as he wiped the tears that trailed down his cheeks.

"Far from it, I think it's most likely on point. Jayce, you laid out a compelling argument, and your thought process is sound." Greg paused and hugged his brother. Then, he pulled the covers back and laid down. "C'mon, bro, let's try to get a few hours of sleep."

Jaycen leaned over and kissed Greg's forehead. "Good night, baby bro. I love ya."

10. Playing Catchup

Maddox

He couldn't stop smiling and boyishly giggling as he drove his truck down the dark and deserted two-lane country road. Maddox had the perfect night well, almost perfect it only missed the element of seeing the muscle-bound redheaded ape's reaction to his message. The dirty truck and driver finally reached the long dirt road drive where they resided. As he drove along the narrow and curvy former stagecoach road, Barksley's thoughts returned to wishing he'd seen the reaction to the photo. Then he realized he didn't want to see the two men he despised die. He only wanted them to wish they were dead. Death would be too easy and too final. Maddox wanted them to live with the guilt and suffer every day of their natural existence. By the time he brought the truck to a stop, turned the engine off, and was unlocking the door to the cabin he rented, the two-tone-haired man decided he would have to go after their most precious possession, Levie. Maddox resigned himself to making a new plan and giving his prey time to get comfortable before he would strike again. The man smiled at his new course of action. "They'll never know what hit them." He said to himself as he sat on the sofa and sipped his bourbon.

The Ranch

The early morning sunlight streamed into the room. The way it fell across Troy's slumbering body made the thirty-year-old look like a gleaming peaceful angel.

Ev'lynn was already up and working on breakfast for herself and her grown son. She barely slept through the night and still couldn't shake the feeling she'd seen the late visitor before. Then, the disturbing text and Jaycen's health scare Ev'lynn didn't even know where to begin telling Troy what happened while he slept. Honestly, she was not looking forward to the reaction. When it came to the protection of his family, Troy was worse than a mama bear. Shaking her head, Ev'lynn got her mind back on the task at hand and finished making her biscuits. The matriarch chuckled as she thought about the biscuit bake-off Levie, challenged her to one year. They tied because nobody wanted to say which ones were better. Ev'lynn leaned toward her grandson's biscuits. His were fluffier and taller than hers.

Troy instinctively reached over as soon as he realized his husband's body wasn't there and his side of the bed was colder than a fridge, the brunet's eyes flew open, and he started freaking out. His firm and muscled body shot up like a rocket going into space. Tears filled his eyes as he desperately looked around the room and strained to hear any sign of Jaycen's presence. "Jayce, babe, where are you?" He called out, not getting a response or seeing any indication his husband ever made it home drove Troy crazy. Jaycen always came home at night. "Where can he be?" The brunet asked himself as he threw on a pair of underwear and slippers then ran downstairs, calling his husband's name.

"Troy, please, calm down, sweetie." Ev'lynn came rushing out from the kitchen.

"Mom, I can't find my husband. No offense, but with everything that happened yesterday, how the fuckin' hell can you expect me to calm the fuck down."

"Troy! If you don't stop all that damned cussin', I'll knock you flat on your ass."

"As I said before, Mom, no offense, but I'm freaking out because I can't find my husband, and there's no indication he came home last night." Troy's tears streamed down his reddened cheeks as he fell into his Mom's loving embrace.

"I'm so sorry, baby boy, this is all my fault. I should've at least left you a note on your side table letting you know Jaycen stayed at Greg's last night." Ev'lynn did her best to soothe her terrified son. She'd never seen such fear in Troy's eyes. The woman kicked herself for not thinking far enough ahead to leave him a message.

Troy laid his head on his Mom's shoulder and soaked up her loving comfort. "I'm sorry for talking to you that way Mama. I was just worried about Jaycen and Levie. It's bad enough my kid's in the hospital after getting shot, and I wasn't there for him, but when Jaycen wasn't in bed with me, and the last time I saw him, he was leaving for the hospital, I didn't know what to think."

"I know, my sweet baby. I'll get you some coffee and breakfast. Then, we can talk there, are things you need to be aware of."

Troy nodded and was about to sit at the table when he looked down and noticed how undressed he was. "Hey, Mom, I'm gonna run upstairs and get some more clothes on."

"That's fine, dear, but you don't have to. It's not as if I haven't seen you in less." Ev'lynn started cracking up as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

Troy stopped, turned around, and looked at his Mom's smirking face. "That's not exactly what any man needs or wants to hear from his Mother." The brunet turned and ran up the steps as he heard his Mom's laughter from the kitchen. After putting on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, Troy ran back downstairs and joined his Mom at the table. The thirty-year-old gasped when he saw the spread filling the table. "Mama, what the hell it's, just the two of us."

"Right now it is, Troy, but soon the house will be full again, and you'll need some food made." Ev'lynn fixed a plate for her son and placed it, a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice in front of him. Troy kissed and thanked her.

As Troy prepared to dig into the expansive meal, he gasped and looked directly into his Mom's eyes. "Okay, Mom, spill. What's going on? You never make cinnamon buns unless there's a holiday, or you're delivering, really, bad news." He paused and sipped his juice. "Is this about why Jayce stayed at Greg's? Please, tell me, my son's okay. Please, Mom." Tears started trailing down Troy's cheeks as he began fearing the worst.

"Troy, calm down and, as far as I know, everything is fine. It's just there were a few things that happened while you were asleep."

Ev'lynn took a deep breath and spent the rest of breakfast explaining the text, Jaycen's getting checked out at the hospital, and the visitor. Just as she feared by the end of the conversation, Troy was a basket case and ready to kill. A couple of times, she had to stop and let her son get control of his emotions and keep him from destroying the table or anything else in the house as a way to relieve his anger.

"I don't fuckin' believe this. Everything blows up, and my husband can't even shoot me a text letting me know he's been to the hospital after passing out, not to mention my son being there, and he ends up staying with Lev's boyfriend because he's too tired to get home. I'm going to kill that redhead."

"Troy, please, understand. Nobody wanted to stress you out even more. Besides, you were asleep, and we sure as hell weren't waking you when there was no need." Ev'lynn paused. "You need to calm down before you do or say anything. As far as I know, your husband's fine the stress was too much for him to take. Greg was the one who got Jayce to get checked out. Be thankful everyone's alive, and there wasn't more damage."

Troy sighed and wiped his tears. "You're right, Mama, and I seem to be saying this a lot this morning. I'm sorry for overreacting." He got up and hugged his Mom.

"Go on, baby. I think you need to call Jayce. I can tell you need to hear his voice before you'll be okay." Ev'lynn said as she started cleaning up.

"Mom, don't…"

"Troy, you heard what I said. Now, get upstairs. Once I finish cleaning up, I'm going home to my husband."

"Thank you, Mama, for taking care of me last night and all my life. I love you very much." Troy smiled, then he hugged and kissed his Mom.

"I love you too." Ev'lynn chuckled and playfully swatted Troy's ass. His jump and yelp made her giggle even more.

"I'm gonna tell my husband and son you hit me," Troy whined and pouted.

"What are they gonna do, except ask you what you did to upset me." Ev'lynn cackled as her son ran up the stairs.

Levie's Room

The sunlight streaming in through the blinds woke Levie from his sleep. Gingerly, the redhead sat up, very carefully stretched, and yawned. The young man stifled a yelp as he used his hurt arm to steady himself when he got up to use the bathroom.

Brandon turned on his side so that he didn't face the sunlight. The blonde young man wasn't ready to wake up and face the day just yet. However, memories of the previous evening and night kept him from enjoying his slumber. Finally, unable to take the images of being knocked out by an unknown assailant and not quite knowing how to tell Levie about it, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Brandon turned his head and noticed his brother wasn't in bed, and after his experience, he was about to panic but heard the toilet flush and breathed a sigh of relief. The relief increased when he saw a head full of red locks come out. He got out of bed, walked over, then hugged and kissed Levie. "Good morning, bro. How are you feeling?"

Levie smiled and returned the show of affection. "I'm fine, a bit sore. Good morning Bran." The redhead noticed his brother's tears. "Bran, what's wrong?" Upon further inspection, Levie saw marks on Brandon's neck and other bruises that weren't there when they went to bed. "What are those marks?" Moving slowly, the redhead raised his hand to his blonde brother's neck and lightly ran his fingers along the soft, bruised skin.

Brandon flinched, scrunched his neck, and started squirming and giggling. "Lev, that tickles." He squealed and gently grasped the hand that stroked him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the redhead when Levie laid his head on his chest. Brandon looked off into space and sighed. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I got attacked in here last night. Someone was behind me, and they used something, strong it felt like a trash bag or something close to it to strangle me." Tears fell from Brandon's eyes onto Levie's hair.

"It's okay, Bran, you're safe now." However, even as he said it, Levie wondered how true it was. He kept wondering who the hell would sneak into the hospital room and attack Brandon.

"How are my two patients this morning?" Stuart's question brought him an excited redhead launching himself into the doctor's arms.

"Uncle Stu." Levie very quickly grunted in pain from the gunshot wound.

"Slow down, Lev, don't hurt yourself any worse." Brandon shook his head and smiled at his brother's excitement.

"Thank you, Brandon, for saving Lev's life. From what I've heard, young man, you had an eventful stay with us." The doctor said as he walked over and hugged the other young man.

"How'd you know my name?" Brandon looked confused and pouted when he heard Levie cracking up with laughter.

"Bran, he just called us his patients. He looked at your chart, not to mention he was probably here when they brought me in yesterday." Levie giggled and kissed Brandon's cheek. "Damn, you really are a blonde." The redhead ran to his bed when he saw the look in the blonde's eyes.

"I'm sooo gonna hurt you when you're not injured, ya little punk." Brandon chuckled. "I still love ya, though."

"Bran, you can call the doctor, Uncle Stu. He was a good friend to my late parents. He's an honorary Uncle to me, Troy, and Jayce and even delivered all three of us and is our PCP." Levie smiled, then he softly moaned in pain as he massaged his shoulder.

Brandon turned to face the older man. "You delivered this little redheaded imp? Couldn't you have put a return to sender stamp on him or something?" Brandon and Stuart laughed as Levie fixed his brother in a narrow death stare.

"Sleep with one eye open, bro." Levie couldn't keep his threat credible because of his giggles.

"Wisecracks, and joking aside, Brandon, if you want to, you can call me Uncle Stu." The older man warmly smiled as he got a Brandon-style hug. Stuart looked at Levie. "You must be relieved to hear Jaycen's spell was most likely the stress from seeing the picture sent to him last night."

Levie and Brandon looked at each other, then almost broke their necks looking at Stuart. "What picture?" They asked in unison. "And, what do you mean, Jaycepop's spell?" Levie asked as tears trailed down his cheeks. He knew Troy was hurt but had no idea Jayce had issues too. Suddenly, the redhead started getting lightheaded and hyperventilated, his balance faltered, and everything went black. Brandon caught him before he hit the floor. Stuart rushed over and started checking on his nephew the minute Brandon placed him in the bed.

"What happened to him, Uncle Stu?" Brandon asked with tears rolling down his cheeks. The redhead became very important to him. Levie was a second brother to him.

"I think he just got overexcited, and his body gave out. Lev's been under a lot of stress very quickly. He needs rest knowing my nephew that's going to be very hard."

"Don't worry, Uncle Stu, I'll tie my brother to the bed and tickle him if he doesn't do what you say," Brandon stated, then giggled when he saw the look Stu gave him.

"I see he's adopted you." Stuart chuckled and hugged the younger blonde man.

"I think we adopted each other." Brandon paused and wiped his tears. "We met yesterday, and I'm sure you know he's dating my foster brother. From the moment we spoke on the phone, I knew I'd love him. He's the perfect brother, other than Greg."

"Yes, I knew he was dating Greg. There's not much that happens in this family that I'm not aware of." Stuart looked at his watch. "I've got to go check on other patients. I'll be back." The doctor hugged his new honorary nephew and went on his rounds.

Jaycen & Greg

Greg yawned in his sleep and turned over, so the light wouldn't be right in his eyes. The second he felt another body sleeping beside him, the brunet started to freak. The young man sat up and rubbed his eyes. The memory of the previous night was momentarily gone from his mental storage space. He looked over, and the minute he saw the flaming red mane, looking like a ball of fire in the morning sunlight, Greg finally remembered Jaycen staying over. The twenty-year-old softly chuckled to himself for being silly and forgetful as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

The young man walked to the kitchen, started the coffee, and began making a breakfast of scrambled eggs, English muffins, bacon, and grits. As Greg was cooking, his mind kept returning to his special angel in the hospital, as well as his new brother upstairs. He'd just gone to the fridge and was stifling a yawn when a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and Jaycen's scruffy chin lightly grazed his neck and shoulder. He instantly jumped and squealed as his giggles filled the open concept living space.

Jaycen chuckled and kissed the younger man on the cheek. "Good morning, bro." He stretched and gave Greg a menacing stare when the brunet giggled as the redhead's bones cracked. "Just wait till you get older, see what noises your body makes." He playfully ruffled his brother's hair. The aroma of fresh coffee brewing woke the thirty-year-old man's senses, and after making sure Greg didn't need his help, Jaycen waited at the coffee maker for it to finish brewing.

Greg giggled at Jaycen's impatience. "Umm, have ya ever heard the expression, "a watched pot never boils?" The brunet cackled and jumped out of his brother's reach.

"You're sooo askin' for it, Greg." Jaycen chuckled and wrapped the younger man in a brotherly hug. The hug morphed into a chokehold and a Jaycen-style noogie, the kitchen filled with the twenty-year-old male's giggles and squeals of protests. Finally, the coffee finished, and Jaycen poured himself and Greg a cup.

Greg finished cooking breakfast and set the plates on the bar. Jaycen got the glasses for juice, then poured some for himself and Greg. The two men sat beside each other, eating in comfortable silence until the ringing of their phones broke the peace.

11. Where's Levie?

The Hospital

The light brown-haired man, dressed in nurse's scrubs, paced back and forth outside the hospital room door. In his mind, he knew this was a bad idea, but he told himself there was no other way. The brunet didn't mean any harm to the young man he shot the previous evening, but until he was far enough away to start a new life where they don't have an extradition treaty with the U.S., he had to make sure the witness didn't testify against him. He planned to leave the redhead somewhere in a remote location, then call and let someone know where he was once the plane touched down on foreign soil.

Rhett Anders slowly walked into the room and saw the blonde guy from the parking lot. Even though he'd seen Rhett shoot Levie, he wasn't the one the clerk was concerned with because he didn't shoot him. He reached into the scrubs he'd stolen and pulled out his revolver.

Brandon was on the phone with Greg and had just ended the call. He sat in the chair, held Levie's hand, and closed his eyes.

Rhett raised the gun above his head and brought it crashing down on the back of the blonde man's head. He quickly dragged the limp body into the bathroom and shut the door. The brunet had to act fast because the redhead started coming around. He used the butt of his revolver and knocked the young man back into unconsciousness.

Rhett wheeled the bed into the room that was sitting outside the door. He rolled the redhead onto it and wheeled Levie out of his room. They got in the elevator, and Rhett pressed morgue. From there, he wheeled Levie's unmoving body out the bay doors. He left the bed outside, hefted the redhead over his shoulder, and carried him to the van he'd stashed in the alley. Rhett closed the doors, jumped into the driver's seat, and drove off.

Linda and Tom arrived at the hospital and walked up to Levie's room. When they walked inside and saw no one there, the first thought was the guys were getting more tests run on them. Tom walked over to the bathroom and knocked. When he didn't get a response, Tom opened the door and saw Brandon's body on the floor. He ran over to his fallen son, checked for a pulse, and called out to his wife, asking her to get a doctor. Linda jumped into action and did as requested. Then, she was right beside her son's limp body cradling him in her arms.

Stuart ran into the room. He looked around and saw the couple cradling his patient. "Folks, I"m Dr. Stuart Blankenship. I'm assuming you're Brandon's parents."

"Doctor Blankenship, we are Brandon's parents. I'm Tom, and this is my wife, Linda. We just arrived and didn't see anyone. Linda and I just figured Levie and Bran were taken for more tests. I opened the bathroom door and found my son lying there. I've checked for a pulse, and we haven't moved him."

"Tom, can you please help me get my patient onto the bed?"

Tom nodded and assisted Stuart in getting Brandon onto the bed. Linda looked at her son and wiped her eyes.

It was then that something Tom said hit Stuart. "Where's Levie? He shouldn't have been taken for any tests after his fainting spell earlier." The doctor's eyes closed, and he shook his head. Stuart was trying not to lose it.

Linda picked up on the man's distress. "I've got to say, you've got an amazing bedside manner, Doctor Blankenship. I've never seen anyone more caring."

"Please, call me Stu or Stuart, and I appreciate the compliment. However, it's more than just a bedside manner." Stuart paused and wiped his tears. "I was one of Mark and Stacy Stillman's best friends. I delivered Jayce, Troy, and Levie. They're my honorary nephews, and Levie's added Brandon and Greg to my list of nephews." His comment brought smiles to Linda and Tom's faces.
Stuart excused himself and headed to the nearest phone at the nurse's station. The doctor called the security guard's station and had them go over footage from the cameras around Levie's room and gave them the time frame. It took a few minutes for Stuart to get a response, and what he heard made the seasoned professional almost lose his balance.

Linda and Tom looked up from their places by Brandon's side when they saw Stuart, holding onto the wall as he walked back into the room. In an instant, Tom was up and had his arm around the doctor, supporting him.

"Stu, what did you learn?" Linda hesitantly asked as she clasped her hands around Brandon's.

"Lev's..Lev's been kidnapped." Stuart had to pause. His tears streamed down his cheeks, and he fought hard to hold back his sobs.

Tom and Linda gasped and started saying a silent prayer for his safety.

"Mmm! Wh...what happened?" Brandon's soft raspy question made the three individuals turn and look at the blonde young man. "Ow! Why does my head hurt? And...why am I in this bed?" Brandon sat up and grimaced from the pain of moving too quickly.

"Son, you were hit in the head," Tom said gently. "Do you remember anything?"

"Someone hit me?" Brandon asked as he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. "Umm, the last thing I remember was sitting in the chair and holding Lev's hand. I just... Wait! Lev, where's Lev?" He asked and started trying to get to his feet.

"Calm down, Bran. You've just woken up after being unconscious. Please, son, lay back and rest." Linda sat beside her son, kissing his forehead.

"The police are on their way. I'm sure they're gonna want your statement, Bran." Stuart walked over and hugged the teary-eyed young man.

"Police, statement?" Brandon asked in confusion. Fear started consuming the twenty-year-old. "Uncle Stu, what's going on?"

"Brandon, someone came in here. He knocked you out and kidnapped Lev." Stuart couldn't hold his painful tears back any longer. He lowered his face and let his tears fall.

"Please, tell me this is not real, and I'm still asleep." Brandon's voice quivered, and his lip trembled as he got up and pulled the other three people into a group hug. "M...My brother's missing. I failed to protect him again."

Tom placed both hands on his son's shoulders. "You listen to me, Brandon. You couldn't have prevented this, even if you knew what was happening. The man hit you from behind and dragged you into the bathroom. Then, he rolled Levie out of the hospital on a gurney." Tom wrapped his arms around his son and kissed his forehead. "Lev's gonna be okay. We've got to believe that. We'll find our lost son and brother."

Stuart gasped. "Has anyone thought about contacting Troy and Jayce?"

"Contact Troy and me about what, Uncle Stu?"

Jaycen's sudden appearance made everyone in the room jump. Linda, Tom, Brandon, and Stuart looked at the newcomer, unable to speak. Jaycen stood in the doorway, gazing at the somber expressions on everyone's faces. Then his eyes glued to the empty bed. His hand flew to his mouth, and tears fell down his cheeks. "Oh, no. Please, tell me it's not..."

"Hey, why's everyone looking so serious and concerned?" Greg asked as he slid past Jaycen. He looked around the room and, like Jaycen, gazed at the gathered body's expressions. "Umm, where's Lev?"

Brandon's tears streamed down his cheeks. The blonde broke away from the other three and launched himself into Greg's arms. "Bro, I don't know how to tell you this." He laid his head on his brother's chest and sobbed.

Jaycen walked over, took hold of the blonde man's arm, pulled him over to the bed, sat down, and guided Brandon onto his lap. Tears fell from his light blue eyes as he hugged the younger man. "Take your time, Bran. Tell us what happened." The redhead wiped his eyes as he desperately wished his husband were with him to lean on for strength.

"Jayce, Greg, what Bran's trying to tell you is...Lev's been kidnapped." Stuart wrapped them in a hug and softly kissed each guy's forehead.

"Kidnapped?" Greg closed his eyes. "Who would ever want to kidnap Lev?" Tears fell from the brunet's eyes, and he sobbed.

Jaycen couldn't cry. He couldn't feel. The redhead kissed Brandon's cheek, got up, walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and started throwing up his breakfast. Vomit and tears stained his face as he sat on his knees over the toilet, afraid to move. He closed his eyes and asked the Goddess to watch over his precious son. Also, to bring his husband to him.

"I'm worried about him, Stuart," Linda said as she stared at the closed door.

"Me too, Linda. I've never seen Jaycen Stillman look so weakened and helpless. Troy and Lev are that man's kryptonite.

"What's that about Lev and me being Jayce's kryptonite?" Troy walked into the room. He immediately stopped and looked at the unknown faces.

"Troypop, I'm Brandon." Brandon wiped his eyes as he walked over and embraced the brunet.

"Ahh, so you're my new Brokid." Troy softly smiled and kissed Brandon's head as he returned the embrace.

"I like that, Brokid." Greg smiled for the first time since getting to the hospital. He went over and embraced the older man and kissed his cheek. "Please, Troypop, Jaycepop needs you more than ever" Greg broke down and cried on Troy's shoulder.

"It's okay, baby bro. Let the feelings out." Troy looked around the room as he comforted Greg. "I have a strange feeling that I'm not gonna be okay with what I'm about to hear."

"Troy, I'm Tom, and this is my wife, Linda." Tom approached the brunet and shook his hand. He gasped when he was pulled into a hug.

Troy looked at the one lady in the room and smiled as he opened his arms for a hug. "I remember you. I'm very sorry for how Levie spoke to you yesterday. I promise, Jayce and I never once badmouthed you. Your views about us weren't to our liking. However, you were thorough, professional, and treated us like human beings."

"Troy, you've got nothing to be sorry for. It's me who needs to be apologizing." Linda embraced Troy.

"It's all in the past, and we're family." Troy looked at Stuart. "Uncle Stu, what's going on?"

"You might want to sit down first." Stuart walked over for his hug and kiss.

"Our boy's been kidnapped."

Jaycen stumbled out of the bathroom and headed straight for his husband's open arms. Together, the men comforted each other as they soaked up as much love from the room as possible in this trying time.

"Jaycen Blake Stillman. I want you to open your eyes and listen to me."

The redhead nodded and did as he was told.

"You need to get it together and be strong. Not just for yourself, but for everyone in this room and Lev." Tears welled in Troy's eyes as he tenderly placed his hands on Jaycen's face. "You and I raised that boy to survive and be tough. He's gonna come back to us."

"I know, my love. I'm just scared as fuck right now." Jaycen stared into Troy's quivering eyes. "Despite your vibrato, I know you're scared too."

"Of course, I am. Our son's been kidnapped, and our family is hurting. I just hope the cops find him and whoever's taken him before we do." The dam finally broke in Troy as tears flowed from his eyes. The brunet wrapped his arms around Jaycen.

"I love you, Troy. As always, you're my strength."

"Love ya too, ya big lug. Now, let's focus on finding our kid."

12. The Heart Of Levie

Levie & Rhett

The constant movement stirred the redhead. He slowly sat up and managed to keep from moaning or alerting the driver of the strange van to his awakening. Levie cautiously looked around and noticed the direction they were going. He knew they'd be passing the ranch if they continued in this direction. Looking down, he saw the man's gun and cell phone. The redhead pocketed them and made an escape plan.

Many thoughts ran through Rhett's head. The most prominent being how the hell he could be so stupid. Now to make things worse, he was a kidnapper. The brunet's eyes teared up as the possible consequences of his actions finally hit him. Rhett continued cursing himself for his idiocy. "Fuck! and on top of everything else, I'm almost out of gas. Just great, Rhett. What the fuck else are ya gonna fuckin' screw up in your life? I wish I'd never been born. Maybe I'll be killed during all this, then everyone else would be spared my wasting their space." Rhett pulled into the first gas station he saw. After making sure his wallet was in his pocket, Rhett got out of the vehicle, walked inside to use the bathroom, and get gas.

Levie came to a quick decision and giggled to himself. He got out, walked behind the van, and waited. The redhead resigned himself to trying to help this guy, and if he was a hopeless case, at least he could now protect himself and get home.

The Hospital

With the entire blended family assembled, the hospital room was much too crowded, so Stuart had everyone move to the family waiting room. Greg, Linda, Tom, Jayce, Brandon, Ev'lynn, and Lyle huddled together, physically touching a hand or embracing one another for emotional support and strength. Tears glittered in everyone's eyes as the family silently sent the same prayer to the higher power/being they believed in to carry them through the family's storm.

"Troy, Jayce, may I ask you guys something?" Linda softly asked.

"Of course, you can, Linda." The couple moved and sat beside the Wilmont matriarch.

"Greg started to tell me how you guys raised Levie. I had no idea you two did that. I was just curious about it."

Linda's question brought everyone's attention to the trio. Greg and Brandon looked at each other they smiled and chose a Bropop's lap to sit on. Brandon sat on Troy's lap and Greg on Jaycen's. The brothers giggled and laid their heads on the older men's shoulders. The innocence of the young men's actions made everyone chuckle. Jaycen smiled and hugged Greg as Troy hugged Brandon.

Jaycen wiped his eyes and started the story. "Mom and Dad were sick and older parents. They couldn't handle the midnight feedings, so we helped them out." He paused and gazed lovingly into Troy's soft eyes. "The two of us fell in love with Lev before he was born."

"We used walkie-talkies to communicate and alternate the feedings." Troy continued. He reached over and took hold of Jaycen's hand. "I still remember waiting in the maternity ward for Lev's arrival."

He said and leaned over, kissing Jaycen. "Do you remember what I said to you when our boy was born, babe?"

Jaycen nodded. Greg and Brandon sensed the couple's need to touch and moved off the men's laps. The couple smiled at the brothers, and Troy moved over, taking Greg's place. Greg giggled and sat beside Jaycen, with Brandon sitting on him.

"You stood beside me, held my hand, and laid your head on my shoulder." Jaycen paused to collect himself. "You told me, "Jaycen Blake Stillman, I've met the two people I don't ever want to be separated from." Jaycen wiped his eyes and kissed Troy's forehead.

"I remember the fear in your eyes." The brunet said after he'd returned the kiss.

"I was afraid you'd met someone that wasn't me." Jaycen blushed.

"You looked into my eyes and asked me. "Who..who'd you meet?" Troy smiled.

Jaycen chuckled and continued. "You said. "You, Jaycen Blake Stillman, I met you and that beautiful baby in the nursery."

Linda gasped. "The two of you had feelings for one another and Levie that deep, at ten years old?"

"Yeah, we did." The couple responded in unison and then giggled.

"Linda, from the time Lev was born, Troy and I felt drawn to his spirit," Jaycen said, clasping her hand.

Troy continued. "He chose us, I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true."

Linda, Tom, Ev'lynn, and Lyle giggled.

"What's so funny?" Greg asked as he looked at Brandon, and the two shrugged their shoulders.

"It's funny and amazing to see the chemistry and extremely rare bond between these two," Tom said, pointing at Jaycen and Troy.

"Rare bond?" The subjects of Tom's statement asked in unison.

"Tom's referring to how you guys can continue a story exactly where it was left off and how you can answer and question things in unison," Ev'lynn stated.

"Oh!"

Jaycen's and Troy's unified answer caused everyone to start chuckling and shaking their heads.

"Guys, I came as soon as I could." Sherrif Jackson came rushing into the room.

"Jacks, do we know who the guy is and why he kidnapped Lev?" Lyle asked as he held his wife's hand and kissed her cheek.

"Not yet, the guys are circulating the photo we have, but it's sketchy at best." Jackson paused and looked at Brandon. "I was hoping you could take a look at the picture and see if you could possibly id the perp."

Brandon gulped and slowly nodded. "I didn't even know anyone was behind me, but I'll do my best." The blonde broke down again. He still kicked himself for letting his brother get kidnapped.

Greg stood behind Brandon. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and kissed his cheek. "Brando, you've got five seconds to stop beating yourself up." He smirked when he saw Troy and Jayce approaching.

Brandon sighed. "I'll try, but..." He couldn't finish the sentence because he was now getting tickled by his red-haired and brown-haired brothers while being held in place by his raven-haired brother.

"Hey, soooo not fair." Brandon squealed and cackled as he wriggled and tried breaking free from his brother's grip.

"Just stop kicking yourself for something you couldn't stop or change, Brokid." Jaycen chuckled and kissed his husband. He and Troy continued their playful tickle assault on the helpless blonde's sides and ribs.

Brandon squirmed and stomped his feet against the floor while struggling and trying to jerk side to side. "Okay, you guys win. I'll stop beating myself up." He hollered and continued giggling as he was wrapped in a three-way brother's hug. "You three are sooo gonna get it when my brother comes home." Brandon squirmed and squeaked as Jaycen put him in a chokehold and noogied him.

"Lev's just as ticklish as you are, Bran." Jaycen chuckled and hugged the younger blonde.

Brandon sighed and wiped his tears as he let himself get lost in the older man's embrace. "I love the feel of your heartbeat, Jaycepop. It makes me feel safe and secure, just like Greg's and Dad's do."

Brandon's statement made Jayce, Troy, Greg, and Tom smile and beam with pride and love for their loved ones.

Looking over to Jackson, Brandon nodded his head. "I'm ready to look at the photo, Sherrif." He gasped when he saw the picture. "Th...That's the cashier from last night."

Levie & Rhett

Rhett walked back out of the store and started pumping the gas.

Levie quietly snuck up behind the brunet and stuck his index finger into the young man's ribs. "Reach for the sky, punk. No sudden moves." He said with a husky voice. He doubled over giggling when Rhett let out a high-pitched scream and jumped with his hands up. "Holy shit, I can't believe that worked. I've always wanted to say that." Levie said once his giggles subsided.

Rhett's breathing returned to normal. He turned to face his jovial attacker and gasped as he jumped again. "Holy fuckin' shit. How'd you get out of the van? When did you wake up?" He started reaching for his gun.

"Umm, ya looking for this, Rhett?" Levie asked as he produced the revolver.

"H...how'd you get that without my knowing?" Rhett asked in total confusion. "And, how'd you know my name?"

Levie started giggling again and made a show of emptying the gun. "If you're gonna continue with a life of crime, you should invest in a better gun, dude. This model sucks, it's known for the way its trigger sticks, and the ammunition chamber has a manufacturer's flaw, so the bullets don't really fit well. The chamber's just a bit too big. No offense, but this gun is just a pathetic joke." He paused and smirked. "I'm actually surprised you didn't shoot your eye out with this thing. Not that it's got that much power anyway." Levie threw the bullets in his pocket along with the empty gun.

Rhett sighed as he put his hands behind his back. "So, you've got me, now what are ya gonna do?" The brunet blushed as his tears started falling. He gasped and cried harder when he was on the receiving end of a signature Levie hug.

"Well, that's up to you, Rhett. What happens depends on if you want to turn your life around." Levie opened the van's passenger side door, then returned to the driver's side. "The first decision is probably the hardest. It's us, trusting one another." He paused and stood at the van's door.

Rhett took a deep breath and stared off into space. He closed his eyes and replayed every one of his bad decisions in life thus far, then compared his gut feeling to this one. Immediately, Rhett noticed a difference. With this situation, he didn't have a bad vibe to ignore. The brunet opened his eyes and, for the first time that day, or in a long time for that matter, genuinely smiled. He approached the redhead, pulled the slightly shorter redhead into an embrace, and cried on his shoulder.

Levie smiled, raised his eyes, and thanked the Goddess for using him and this situation to help turn this guy's life around. "Shh! It's okay, Rhett. Let the tears fall and your pent-up emotions out." He paused. "My Bropop's always saying that." Levie giggled when Rhett raised his head and looked at him quizzically.

"Umm, what's a bropop?"

"It's not a what, it's a who, and bropop is the nickname I gave my older brother and his husband because they're also my Dads. They basically raised me since I was born. Jaycepop and Troypop were ten at the time."

"That's a kickass name, and they sound like amazing people." Rhett's tears started falling again.

"C'mon, get in." Levie smiled and kissed Rhett's forehead.

"Where are you taking me?" The brunet asked as he climbed in and buckled his seatbelt.

"The ranch the Bropops and I own is just down the road, about two minutes away."

Levie buckled his seatbelt, started the vehicle, shifted it into drive, and drove toward the ranch. Rhett gasped when he saw the sprawling acreage and the horses.

"Holy shit! you guys truly own this place?"

Levie couldn't stop giggling. "Yes, we do." The redhead parked beside Troy's Sonata and shut the van down. He turned and faced the would-be kidnapper. "Look, from this point forward, you never kidnapped me. We took a road trip." He giggled when Rhett's mouth fell open in shock.

"I just realized I don't even know your name," Rhett informed his driving mate when he could speak again.

That was all he could take. Levie doubled over, leaning on the steering wheel, lost in hysterical laughter. "Wait!" He had to stop cause he was laughing so hard. "You kidnapped me, and you didn't know my name?"

Rhett blushed, and he even started to giggle. "Umm, all I knew was I shot you last night while chasing after the robber. I freaked out and couldn't go to jail. I was afraid of you testifying at my trial and that I'd be in prison for not meaning to shoot someone.

"Well, that explains a lot." Levie got out of the van. "Come with me, Rhett. We're gonna make sure you don't go to jail and that you start your new life part of the Stillman Ranch family."

13. The Family Grows

The Family

It took a while for everyone to get on the same page once everyone got to the ranch after Troy fielded the call from Levie, informing them he was fine and at the house. After hearing everything from how he got there to the decision to make him a member of the ranch family, no one had a dry eye from all the laughter.

"You know, he gets that from you, right, Jay?" Troy smirked.

"Oh, sure, the kid gets kidnapped, then kidnaps the kidnapper, and suddenly, he's my kid, but when he's all sweet and innocent, he's your kid." Jaycen shook his head.

"See, was that so hard to admit?" Troy asked as he cracked up laughing.

"Just wait, Troy, you're soooo dead." Jaycen snickered as he leaned over and kissed his husband. "I love you."

"I love you too, my big soft teddy bear." Troy squealed and giggled as he was lifted over his husband's shoulder, tickled, and smacked on the ass before being set back down.

Jaycen and Troy walked over and wrapped their arms around Levie. The three young men cried on each other's shoulders as they filled one another with as much love as possible.

"Levie Michael! Only you could ever pull something like this off." Troy said as he gazed into his boy's eyes.

"Yeah, we're glad you're safe, but next time, can ya please, just get away?" Jaycen kissed Levie's forehead.

"At first, I was scared and sad cause I didn't know if I'd ever see my family again. Then, after hearing Rhett talking to himself and saying he wished he were dead well, I couldn't just leave him." Levie wiped his tears and kissed his Dad's cheeks.

"I think we taught you to be too loving." Troy snickered and ruffled Levie's hair.

"I'll let that slide, Troypop." The redhead grinned. "I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly." Levie cuddled closer to the brunet. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He paused. "You're my Mom/Dad/Brother rolled into one being."

Jaycen smiled and kissed his guys. "See, I told ya, babe."

Troy soaked up all the love and affection he received as the tears fell down his cheeks. "C'mon, guys, the rest of the family wants some time with Lev, and I know there's a certain horse out in the stables who's been going crazy."

Levie spent the rest of the day relaxing and showing off the livestock. He saved three horses for last. The redhead opened up the three stalls. "Greg."

Greg walked up beside his mate. He gasped when he saw the Blue Valentine Stallion.

"Tri, I want you to meet your Papa Greg." Levie kissed the proud horse's nose. "Go on, give him some love."

Greg smiled and giggled as Triton nodded his head, then walked over and hugged him. "Hey, boy. You're too cute." Greg hugged Triton and kissed him.

Levie giggled and looked at his blonde brother. "Brandon."

Brandon walked up and smiled.

"Tri, this is your Uncle Brandon."

Just like with Greg, Triton gave Brandon a hug.

"There's no doubt this is your horse, Lev. He's just as cute and loving as you." Brandon chuckled and kissed Triton's cheek.

"He's not just my horse anymore." Levie paused. "Are ya boy?"

Triton softly whinnied and shook his head no.

"Who's horse are ya?" The redhead asked.

Triton snorted and hugged Levie. Then he hugged Brandon and Greg. When he saw Jaycen and Troy watching from the entrance, he trotted over and hugged his Pap-Paws.

"We love ya too, baby boy." Jaycen and Troy hugged the adorable horse.

"Did that horse just hug you two?" Linda asked in disbelief as she and Tom entered the stables.

Everyone nodded and burst out laughing. Lev walked Triton over to the couple. "Tri, this is your Mam-Maw Linda and Pap-Paw Tom." Levie stepped back as Triton gave the astonished couple a hug.

"So, what does his giving us a hug mean?" Linda asked while stroking Triton's mane.

"It means that he considers you one of his parents... well, grandparents, just like he does Troy and Jayce, and that he'll let you ride him, even if I'm not around." Levie proudly stated.

Linda shook her head and looked at the Stillman men. "Even your livestock are loving and affectionate. I've never seen anything like it." She chuckled.

"Triton's one of the exceptions," Troy said, wiping his tears as he hugged his husband.

"Tri's the one Lev saved from being killed just after his birth, so they're bonded for life." Jaycen wrapped his arms around the emotional brunet.

Levie went to the other two stalls. He walked a brilliant reddish-brown Chestnut stallion towards Brandon. "Dusty, this is your Papa Brandon."

The horse whinnied and hugged Brandon.

The redhead retrieved a stunning golden Chesnut stallion. "Dawn's Light, this is your Papa Greg."

Greg was speechless when he was hugged by the gorgeous majestic steed.

Rhett stood back and watched the beauty of this loving family and wished he'd had that growing up.

"Rhett? I... I don't believe it. Is that really you?"

The young man turned around when he saw the man calling him the tears fell from his eyes. "Uncle Bill?" Rhett cried.

The brunet ran towards the older man. They wrapped their arms around one another. Rhett giggled and squealed as he was lifted off the ground and twirled in a circle. Bill set his nephew back on his feet and pulled him into a loving embrace as he kissed his forehead.

"Your Aunt and I have missed you, kid," Bill said.

"I've missed you guys too. Mom and Dad didn't keep me. I've been shuffled through foster homes, and no one wanted to keep me." Rhett broke down and sobbed on his Uncle's shoulder.

"I'm gonna kill my brother and sister-in-law if I ever lay eyes on them again. We told them to turn custody over to us if they didn't want you." Bill embraced and comforted the emotional young man in his arms.

The Stillmans and Wilmonts watched the touching scene and embraced each other. The pride Jaycen and Troy felt for Levie's amazingly loving spirit shone in their eyes, brighter than the late morning sun.

"Bill, you've got the next week off with pay," Jaycen said as he placed his hand on the older man's shoulder.

"Jayce, are you crazy? I can't do that. Not to mention, my nephew needs training."

"We didn't say you couldn't be here. We just said you're off duty, with pay. You can still train Rhett. It'll be considered bonding time that you both get paid for. Besides, you and Sarah need to reconnect with your long-lost nephew." Troy stated as he kissed his husband and Levie.

"You guys are the most amazing and big-hearted family I've ever known." Bill paused and wiped his eyes as he hugged Rhett. "Boys, your folks are looking down with immense pride."

"Lev, I can't..." Rhett started to say but stopped short when the smiling redhead giggled and wrapped him up in his signature Levie bear hug.

"You're family, Rhett. We take care of our family and friends." Levie paused and kissed the brunet's cheek. "I'm just thankful you've got an Uncle and Aunt who've wanted you." Levie smiled. "Go on, enjoy your reconnection with Uncle Bill and Aunt Sarah."

Rhett giggled. "Sir! Yes, Sir! Levie, Sir."

"Hey, ya little runt, I gave you and Bill the time off. I've got seniority over the Brokid." Jaycen protested. His statement and the accompanying pout had everyone laughing their asses off.

"Sorry, Jayce. I've already seen enough to know this red-haired boy can probably kick everyone's ass on this ranch. Then make them feel sorry for him with his giggles and hugs," Rhett said. The brunet squealed and jumped behind Bill when Jaycen playfully growled at him.

Over the next month, Levie continued getting his strength and energy back as he healed. The redhead was slowly working back up to his usual duties around the ranch. He worked with Jayce and Troy, teaching Brandon, Greg, and Rhett gun safety and ownership. Linda and Tom decided to refresh themselves and sat in on sessions when they weren't involved with their new project.

Brandon decided to work on the ranch full time and trained alongside Rhett. Everyone was proud of the ranch family's newest members. Working together wasn't the only relationship Brandon and Rhett shared. A couple of weeks after meeting one another, the pair announced they were officially boyfriends.

Greg was gaining more respect at the bank. Lyle noticed how sharp his brunet grandson was and decided to test his skills with investing. The older man took Greg aside, taught him the basic parameters to work between, and gave him some imaginary funds to invest, then let him go at it. Greg found the new task enjoyable and challenging as he navigated the market and learned what to look for in a successful investment. He was eager and asked questions when needed. After a month, Lyle was more than happy with his choice of a protege. He set Greg up with the classes he'd need to obtain his license and made sure he was available when Greg had concerns and things to ask.

An interesting development occurred a couple of weeks after the Thanksgiving Day parade. Greg and Levie were hanging around the apartment. The couple was packing up Greg's things in preparation for the move to Oakridge. Over the holiday, Greg, Levie, Brandon, and Rhett had a "Brohuddle," as Levie called it. They decided to live together at Oakridge, and Levie had their names added to the deed.

Greg was nervous. The brunet kept looking over at Levie, and he continuously fingered the ring box in his pocket. Tonight was the couple's six-month anniversary. Finally, he took a deep breath and worked up his nerve. The brunet walked over to his mate. He gently took hold of the redhead's hand and led him over to the sofa. Greg sat and motioned for Levie to sit beside him. "Lev, I..." He paused and gulped. "I've never done anything like this, and I'm nervous as fuck."

Levie gazed into his soulmate's eyes. Instantly, he realized what was about to happen and was of two mindsets. One part wanted to let Greg know what he suspected, and the other part wanted to let his mate work through his nerves and do what he started. "Take your time, Greg. I"m not going anywhere." He said and kissed the brunet's lips.

Greg closed his eyes and shut his mind down, letting his heart lead his actions and speech. "Six months ago, I met the most unique and beautiful red-haired angel. Since that day, this ethereal being somehow became more exquisite and breathtaking." Greg paused and let his tears fall. "This angelic lifeform is outwardly gorgeous, but his inner beauty is so awe-inspiring that it's impossible to describe." Greg had to breathe and calm himself as he pulled the square box from his pocket.

Levie sat, breathless, his tears trailing down his cheeks as he listened to Greg's words and felt his innermost feelings.

Greg got on one knee and held the box out toward his mate. "Levie Michael Stillman. Would you please, give me the honor and pleasure of being my husband and soulmate?"

Levie gasped at the ring in the green plush velvet box. His eyes widened as he picked up the tri-colored band of white, pink, and light yellow gold woven together in a Celtic knot. The redhead knew the ring looked familiar. However, Levie couldn't place where he'd seen it. Finally, he looked into Greg's quivering tear-filled eyes. "Greg, I couldn't imagine a better match for my husband than you."

Greg whooped and hollered as he jumped up and down like an excited little boy. "I promise, sweet boy, I'll make you the happiest man alive."

Levie giggled and jumped into Greg's arms. "You've already done that."

The pair shared a passionate kiss and loving embrace, then Greg giggled as he slipped the ring on Levie's finger.

"What's so funny, babe?" Levie asked as he started giggling just because of Greg's giggles.

"I can see the wheels turning in your head. You're going crazy trying to figure out where you've seen this ring." Greg broke down in hysterical laughter.

"I'm literally going out of my mind. It's so familiar, and I know I'm gonna kick myself for it when I find out where I'd seen it." Levie flopped down on the couch.

"Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to figure it out, loverboy?" Greg asked as he wrapped his arms around Levie, lightly tickling the redhead's sides.

Levie jumped and squealed as his giggles filled the living area. He finally nodded his head yes, just before he buried his face in Greg's muscular chest.

"It was your Mom's. I asked the Bropops to help me find a way to recreate your parent's wedding rings. I knew that was gonna be the most meaningful and sentimental to you." Greg smiled and kissed Levie's head.

Levie sat up and gasped. "You had them recreated? How'd you get the weathered look?"

Greg giggled. "Umm, they're not recreations, baby boy. I've got Mark's ring, and you've got Stacy's. Jaycepop and Troypop had them in the safe since your parent's death." He paused and wiped his tears. "They knew you'd get married, and the Bropops wanted you to have the originals. Jayce and Troy had replicas made for your parents when they were buried.

Levie was speechless. He couldn't fathom how much forethought that required. The redhead got up, kissed his fiancee, and picked up his phone.

"Well, hey, Brokid." Jaycen giggled.

"Jaycepop, you and Troypop are the most amazing brothers and parents I could ever have." Levie started breaking up as his emotions got the better of him.

"Refresh me, kid. What's this about?" Troy asked.

Greg walked over and placed the phone on speaker. So he could speak for his emotional future husband. "I proposed, and he accepted." Greg paused as he heard Jaycen and Troy yelling their congratulations. "I also told him where the rings came from cause it was driving him crazy. Now, I've got one speechless and happily sobbing fiancee to take care of." The brunet giggled.

"I... I can't believe you two thought that far in advance." Levie managed to say. "Dads, I don't have the…"

"You don't have to say anything, baby boy. We love you, always have, and always will." Troy said.

"Mom and Dad would've wanted you to have them, Lev," Jaycen added.

The four men talked a few minutes more, then ended the call. Greg and Levie took a few minutes to compose themselves and began making calls to the family. Four hours later, the couple was talked out. The guys got themselves together. They were about to go to dinner when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Greg asked.

"My name is Thelonias Godfrey. I'm looking for a Gregory A. Wilmont."

Greg looked to Levie and shrugged his shoulders as he opened the door. The young men stood side by side, assessing the grey-haired suit-wearing gentleman. Greg stood aside and motioned for the visitor to come inside. "I'm Greg Wilmont. This is my fiancee, Levie Stillman."

"Please, sit down, Mr. Godfrey. May we get you something to drink?" Levie said as he gathered the papers resting on the chair cushion.

"Thank you, but I'm fine. If previous visits are any indication, I don't imagine I'll be here long."

Levie and Greg sat on the sofa, holding hands, and waited for their guest to continue.

Thelonias opened his briefcase and retrieved some papers. "Gregory, I was told you have not had contact with your birth family since age fourteen. Is that correct?"

"That's correct, sir. Please, call me Greg."

"Very well, Greg." Thelonias shuffled some of the papers. "Greg, this is a sensitive matter. I don't wish to disclose anything you might not want your fiancee to be privy to…"

"Thank you for your concern, but Lev's my soulmate and has a stake in anything there is to discuss." Greg kissed his mate.

"Fine, I'll get down to business." Thelonias paused and gazed into the young men's eyes. "Greg, your birth parents have passed away. Also, your Grandparents have passed away. You are the only relative who's not slammed the door in my face after learning you were the only beneficiary in your Grandparent's Wills and are entitled to your grandparent's estate."

Greg's and Levie's mouths fell open.

"The estate is worth about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." Thelonias paused and let that sink into the young men's heads.

"Umm, okay. Please continue." Greg said with Levie nodded his agreement.

"Six months ago, your mother died after giving birth to a healthy boy. As I've stated, no one wants the child. If you're unable or unwilling to take custody of and raise the boy, he'll be placed in foster care."

Levie and Greg gasped and looked at one another. "Sir, we need three days to a week to discuss this child's future." Levie calmly stated.

Thelonias smiled, verified Greg's identification, and then handed him the papers containing the information about his inheritance and set an appointment for later in the week to finalize everything. The trio shook hands, and Thelonias left them with their thoughts.

Greg stared at Levie. "I... can't even." Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Thinking about that poor baby, my defenseless brother." He paused and, with his eyes, silently asked Levie for his input.

"I think you know I've already made my decision. It does involve adoption. However, this requires a family meeting."

"I'll call everyone." Greg smiled and embraced his soulmate. "I think I know what your decision is. I'm all for it. I just hope everyone else is too."

It took close to an hour for everyone to gather at Greg's apartment, except for Linda and Tom, who were in Tennessee, tuning in via video chat. After everyone calmed down, Levie and Greg addressed the gathered family.

"Guys, Levie and I have just been given some life-changing decisions we have to make." He paused and took hold of Levie's hand. "We want you to know that your input is welcome and appreciated. However, this meeting is just a formality because Lev and I have decided what we're gonna do."

"The only thing we don't know is if you'll all be on board." Levie giggled when he saw his Bropop's and Brandon's impatient expressions.

"For God's sake, kid. We're not getting any younger here. Get on with it before I take my wooden spoon to both of your asses." Ev'lynn's thread caused everyone's boisterous laughter.

"You don't have a wooden spoon here, Mam-Maw." Levie giggled and hid behind Greg.

"Oh hell, the fuck no, baby boy. I'm not getting between you and Mam-Maw. She's scary as fuck." Greg grinned and pulled his mate in front of him.

"Greg, language," Linda said from the monitor, causing more laughter.

"Fine, here goes." Greg paused. "First of all, we were visited by a local lawyer, Thelonias Godfrey..."

"Godfrey? Was here? I manage his investments." Lyle stated.

"Yes, Pap-Paw, Thelonias was here. He said that the people who gave birth to me are dead. My Grandparents have also died." Greg held his hand up to pause the sympathy. "There's much more. The woman who gave birth to me died giving birth to a healthy baby boy, and I'm the only beneficiary of my Grandparent's Wills."

The silence was deafening.

Levie stepped up and embraced his mate. "If we don't adopt this defenseless innocent child, he'll be put into foster care."

Jaycen and Troy looked at each other and then at Levie and Greg. "What's the name you've come up with, and how can we help?"

"Jayce, Troy, are you two really just jumping in without playing devil's advocate?" Linda asked.

"Linda, no offense to you or Tom, but I know my kid. He's already got a name picked out and what horse the boy’s gonna learn to ride on." Everyone burst out laughing at Jaycen's statement, even Linda and Tom.

"Lev and Greg are gonna be freakin' kickass parents. It's in their blood and raising." Troy added.

Tom looked at his wife. "They're right, babe. I don't know of any other family like this one, and given their history, there's no other choice to make." He smiled and kissed his wife. "Besides, the boys are more financially stable than most other people their age when they become parents." He chuckled. "There's another upside to this."

"What's that, love?" Linda asked as she smiled.

"We're amazingly young Grandparents and can actually enjoy watching our first Grandchild grow up in a loving environment."

"Holy fuckin' shit. Troy, we're Pap-Paw's to a human child." Jaycen stated as he fell back on the sofa, causing everyone's outburst of laughter.

Brandon and Rhett rushed to their brothers encasing the pair in a double bear hug. "We're gonna be the best Uncles in the whole galaxy," Brandon said as he kissed Levie and Greg.

"So what's my new Great Grandchild's name, Lev." Lyle chuckled as he got his chance to embrace the couple.

Greg giggled and looked at his mate. "Yeah, I haven't even heard this."

Levie smiled and looked at everyone. "I've got a crazy idea. I came up with this when Greg proposed. I didn't want to keep Stillman, and I didn't want a hyphenate either."

Greg gasped and looked at Levie. "What are ya talking about, babe?"

Levie gazed into everyone's eyes, saving Greg's for last. "I created a new hybrid for our last name."

"What's the name, Lev?" Jaycen asked.

"Stillmont. We're gonna be Levie, Greg, and Tracey Thomas Moore Stillmont."

The four parents and grandparents gasped.

"It's the combination of Stillman and Wilmont. Then Tracey for Troy and Jayce, Thomas for Papa Tom, and Moore for Pap-Paw and Mam-Maw." Levie held his breath.

"I love it, bro." Brandon was the first to embrace Levie and Greg. He then turned to his parents on the monitor.

Linda and Tom looked at each other. "You're thinking of changing your last name?" Linda asked.

"Is that okay?" Brandon sheepishly asked.

"We think that's an awesome idea, Son." Tom held his wife's hand and smiled. "I'm honored, Levie. That you'd include my name in our Grandson's name."

"I can't believe he managed to get all the family names in." Troy was still in awe of his kid's genius at creating a name filled with family pride."

Greg picked Levie up off the ground, spinning him in a circle. Then he embraced his giggly mate. "I love the name, angel boy. It's perfect for our first son. I also love the hybrid last name. It fits this blended family.

14. Preparations

The Family

Once everyone calmed down after the news, Linda clasped her husband's hand and asked. "Lev, Greg, are you planning on adopting Tracey before you two get married?"

Levie and Greg looked at one another, then Greg responded. "Umm, yeah, about that." The pair smiled at one another, held hands, and addressed the gathered family. "We'd like to start our new life's path as Dads, being husbands." Levie paused, then continued. "So, we'd like to get everyone's help in getting us hitched on Christmas Eve."

The room was deathly silent as the family digested this new request. Lyle was the first to voice his thoughts. "Guys, that's a tall order to fill in only a month."

Levie stepped forward. "I know it is, Pap-Paw. However, we both believe it's more than doable. Between all the family elders gathered here, there are more than enough contacts in the right places to accomplish this celebration." The redhead looked at the monitor. "Mama, would you please work with us so we can pass all the inspections and interviews needed to ensure our success in adopting Tracey?"

Linda's hand flew to her heart as tears streamed down her cheeks. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd ever hear those words coming from the Stillman men after their past. "Boys, I'd be more than honored to help you two get us our first Grandchild." She and Tom shared a loving embrace as they wiped their tears. "I'll make calls first thing in the morning before I get on the road to come home."

"I love you, Mama. Thank you." Levie laid his head on Greg's shoulder.

"We need to find someone to officiate the ceremony, a place for the wedding, and the reception," Ev'lynn noted.

"Mam-Maw, that's covered, except the person marrying us." Greg offered. "The ranch is the perfect and most available place."

Jaycen smirked as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger. "Hmm, I don't remember anyone asking the two senior owners if they could use the ranch in that capacity." He was going crazy, trying not to laugh and keep his straight face.

"Yeah, I don't either, not to mention, we do require at least a year in advance to make sure it's not gonna interfere with a previous booking." Troy didn't last more than a second before he was doubled over with laughter.

As soon as his husband cracked, so did Jaycen. The pair's laughter increased when Brandon stood between them, tickling their sides. Jaycen wrapped the blonde in an armlock. Troy smirked and tickled the younger guy's ribs. A few seconds later, Brandon voiced his surrender. He continued giggling as he was wrapped in a double Bropop hug. The antics had everyone cracking up.

"Don't forget, Bropops, you're no match for my most adorably cute pout and trebling lips." Levie giggled as he ran up to the two men and jumped into Jaycen's arms. "Pwwweeeeeeeaaaaasssseee, Bropops? I'll love you forever." The redhead kissed Jaycen's nose and laid his head on the older man's shoulder.

"He gets that from you, ya know." Troy giggled and jumped away from his husband's attempted swat.

"Damn it. Why are you sooo cute and irresistible?" Jaycen shook his head and sighed.

"Cause, I just am." Levie giggled and slid down to the floor, continuing to cling to Jaycen.

"We've got no freakin' defense against this kid," Troy said as he lovingly embraced Jaycen and Levie.

"Nope." Jaycen giggled. "So, I guess we'll have to let the brat have his way."

Levie giggled and pumped his fist in the air. "Oh, yeah, and the cute adorable kid wins again." The redhead squealed and jumped around as he burst out in wild laughter because Jaycen and Troy launched a unified tickle attack on his ribs from both sides.

The pair chuckled and ended their playful assault. The men wrapped their arms around Levie and kissed him on both cheeks. "We love you, Lev." Jaycen and Troy said in unison. They giggled and opened their arms when Greg appeared beside them, pouting.

Levie composed himself and stood with Troy's arms around his chest, with Greg in the same position in front of Jaycen beside them. He looked at Ev'lynn. "Mam-Maw, we can do a mixture of catering and home cooking. Between the two of us, we can have an unbelievable menu."

"We'll get together and work on it tomorrow." She said as she started listing ideas on her phone.

Finally, everyone was talked out and left for home. All except for Brandon and Rhett, who stayed behind and spent time with their brothers. The young men got comfortable and sat around in their underwear and barefoot. Rhett leaned his head back and sighed. He softly giggled when Levie's finger tickled his right foot while Brandon tickled his left one. The brunet squirmed and boyishly giggled as the brother's tickles increased. Greg chuckled and stood in front of the trio. He knelt down, leaned forward, and blew raspberries on the newest addition's stomach while kneading his fingers between Rhett's ribs. The living room filled with the sounds of male laughter and squeals as the ticklish brunet squealed that he surrendered.

"That was amazing. I love you guys, but I'm still getting revenge." Rhett giggled and cuddled into Brandon's warm body.

"We love you too and would expect nothing less from our newest Bro." Greg leaned over and kissed Rhett's head.

"So, are you guys really ready to be parents?" Brandon asked as he sipped his beer.

Levie and Greg looked into each other's eyes and smiled. "Yeah, we are. We know it's gonna be challenging, but the rewards will be epic." Levie squirmed and giggled when Greg kissed and nibbled his neck and ears, then continued. "Besides, we've got four Pap-Paws, two Mam-Maws, and two of the world's greatest Uncles to help us raise Tracey that we're wondering if we'll ever be able to even hold this kid for five seconds." Levie's statement had everyone laughing and nodding their heads in agreement. "Oh, I need one of you guys to ride with me to the bank, then to the Jeep dealership." The redhead giggled when he saw the look on Greg's and Brandon's faces.

"Babe, why do you need to go to the dealership? I thought you loved your Eagle."

"I do, but I need something safer and less open to drive our son around in."

Greg smacked his forehead. "Oh, shit, I never even thought about the safety or ease of carting a baby around." He then started thinking. Maybe I should look into getting a new vehicle."

"What are ya gonna do with the Eagle, Lev?" Brandon asked.

Levie sipped his beer and grinned. "Well, I seem to recall there was a brother of mine who kidnapped a very innocent and angelic defenseless redhead. I'd like him to have the Golden Eagle. That way, it's still in the family, and I can still drive it if he's not using it."

Rhett almost choked on his beer. "Defenseless, my ass. You kidnapped me." He paused and joined his brothers and mate in their boisterous laughter. "Lev, are you sure?"

Levie giggled and nodded. "Rhett, you need a better vehicle. It's gonna be snowing soon, and you won't be in the city anymore. You'll need something with a four-wheel drive. Besides, I'd rather my son not be riding in the kidnap mobile when he's with his deviant Uncle Rhett."

Rhett giggled and pounced on the redhead, tickling him into hysterical oblivion. Not wanting to be left out, Brandon and Greg joined in. Brandon wrapped his arm around Levie's ankles and tickled the redhead's feet. Greg chose to pin Levie's arms above his head to tickle his boy's exposed pits. Levie shrieked and howled with wild laughter as he wriggled and tried to get free. It didn't take long for him to holler out his surrender.

The next few days were crazy for the family. Everyone was scrambling to get everything in place that was required to pull the wedding and arrival of the newest family member. To say that Troy and Jaycen were excited was an understatement. The pair got together with the ranch hands and had Oakridge brought up to the current century. They got the house fitted with Smart technology and set up security cameras on the house, barn, and various areas around the property. They also baby-proofed the house and placed rubber coverings on all the sharp edges that could possibly hurt a baby or toddler.

Levie and Rhett went to the Jeep dealership after closing out the "Bropop" account Levie set up to do something special for Jaycen and Troy. After they didn't see anything, they went to a used car lot across the street. The two parked the Eagle and walked around checking out the different vehicles. They were about to leave when Rhett spotted a sparkling SUV towards the back of the lot. He pointed it out to Levie, and they headed for it.

The vehicle turned out to be a fully loaded Twenty-Twenty Jeep Grand Cherokee. It was dark green with tan leather heated and cooling seats. The SUV had a sunroof and a camera for backing up. The gas mileage was standard for the type of vehicle it was. The horsepower was decent. It had ten thousand miles and was in pristine condition. All they needed to know was the price. Levie and Rhett headed inside to find a salesperson. They were in the showroom for almost fifteen minutes and were getting impatient. Finally, a very disinterested salesman approached them.

"Hi, how may I assist you two boys?"

Levie looked the unkempt man up and down. His shirt was wrinkled, and the buttons looked like they were about to pop open. In fact, he was wondering if he and Rhett would have to duck if the guy inhaled too deeply. His pants had seen better days, and his hair was askew.

"First of all, you could be more respectful and not refer to us as boys. It's very disrespectful. You're not my Dad or family. Second, we've been standing here for almost fifteen minutes before you took your time coming up to us. I'm not used to receiving such awful service. If I treated the people who do business at the ranch that I'm part owner of, we'd never have any business."

Rhett's jaw almost hit the floor. This was not the playful brother he'd gotten used to. This Levie was all business and wasn't to be messed with.

"Why, you little snot-nosed fuckin' brat. You, sure as hell, don't look like you've got any business to do with us, and I'm not wasting my time being insulted by you." The man huffed back to his desk and returned to his paperwork.

Levie smirked as he located the number of the dealership, walked out of view of the detestable man, and called. He watched as another agent answered. Levie explained everything that had just happened and asked to see the manager. Not a second later, he saw the man who answered the phone approach him.

"Mr. Stillman, how may I help you?" The manager was dressed more professionally and was very pleasant.

"I'm interested in the Grand Cherokee you've got in the back of the lot. How much is it?"

"I believe it's Thirty-two thousand, but I'll have to check my papers on it."

The man motioned for them to follow him. He glared at the salesman as they passed and whispered something in his ear. The salesman grunted, threw his papers back on the desk, walked out, got in his car, and squealed tires as he drove off the lot.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble. I didn't mean to get the man fired." Levie hung his head.

"He was on his last chance anyhow, and it was just a matter of time before he screwed up. Now, back to the Cherokee." The manager shuffled his papers. "I was correct on the price. Let me get the keys for a test drive."

After an impressive test drive, Levie negotiated the price down to Twenty-five thousand. He paid Twenty-Thousand in cash and financed the other five thousand. Levie left the lot in the Cherokee, and Rhett drove back to the ranch in the Eagle.

"If I hear one more person ask where the wife is, I'm gonna bite their nose off." Levie fumed as he and Greg were turned down by another so-called open-minded minister.

Greg cracked up laughing and shook his head as he kissed Levie's cheek. "You knew this was gonna be difficult, babe."

Levie sighed. "I know, Greg, but it's just that I'm so used to people actually being open-minded."

The two men got into Levie's Cherokee and drove to the last place on the list for the day. Greg loved driving the SUV. They pulled up to the Nondenominational church in town and walked inside. As soon as the pair entered, they felt a peacefulness the other houses of worship didn't possess. A sharply dressed and energetic woman around Jaycen and Troy's age approached the couple. Levie and Greg noticed she walked in her six-inch stiletto heels like she was born in them. Levie couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen her somewhere before.

"Hi! I'm Maureen, the pastor here. How may I help you, gentleman?"

"Wow! you certainly give a much warmer greeting than anyone else we've encountered today." Levie smiled and gave her his signature hug, with Greg following suit. "I'm Levie Stillman, and this is my fiancee, Greg Wilmont. We know this is really last minute, but wondered if you'd be able to officiate our wedding ceremony next month on Christmas Eve."

Maureen stood back and assessed the young men, and her eyes widened as she snapped her fingers. "I'll be fuckin' damned." She paused and looked heavenward. "Oops, sorry God, I've fuckin' done it again." She shook her head. "Shit, I give up on not cussing for the day. You made me God. I know you'll forgive me."

Maureen's conversation with God and her personality had the young men doubled over and leaning on the pews with laughter.

"I don't suppose you're the same Levie Stillman that Jayce used to bring to football practice and the games, are you?"

Levie smiled. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "I kept thinking you looked familiar."

Maureen giggled. "I used to watch you at the practices and when Troy wasn't available. You were our biggest and most vocal supporter. I still remember when a linebacker tackled Jayce, and you stood up and yelled out, "if you hurt my brother again, I'm coming down there and kicking your shins."

Levie tried to shrink into the background as Greg almost hyperventilated laughing.

"That sounds like my angel boy," Greg said when he finally composed himself. "How old was Lev?"

"Five." Maureen and Greg had to hold themselves up as they laughed like hyenas.

The trio finally got down to business and planned everything for the nuptials. Levie and Greg left the church happier than when they walked in. The next day, Lyle accompanied Greg and Levie to Thelonias's office to finalize Greg's inheritance. They were pleasantly surprised to see Tracey was present in the office. The trio was captivated by the baby, and while Greg and Lyle chatted with Thelonias, Levie drove the Cherokee to the nearest Walmart and bought some supplies, including a baby seat for the car. At the end of the meeting, a happy and excited Levie and Greg left the lawyer's office with Tracey. They were also given a court date to change their and Brandon's last names and finalize the adoption. This was all thanks to Linda and Tom pulling every string they could to speed up the process.

As soon as Levie and Greg walked into the ranch house with Tracey, they were bombarded with the family pushing each other out of the way to hold the new baby boy.

Levie giggled and looked at Greg. "See, what'd I tell ya. We'll never see this kid again until he graduates from college."

Jaycen and Troy shook their heads as they kissed the soon-to-be-married couple. "Oh hush, kiddo," Jaycen said and giggled. "Of course, you'll see Tracey again. He'll eventually need to be changed." Troy cackled as Levie and Greg glared at the brunet.

A week later, the entire family sat in the courtroom, waiting for the hearing. Judge Mario Shapiro entered, and the session was called to order. He put on his glasses, read over the paperwork, and gasped. "I don't believe it. This is the first time I've ever had the honor of having the same person in my courtroom ten years or so after his first time adopting his child." He looked over the happy faces. "Well, I'll be, Linda Wilmont. You were the one opposed to this young man staying with his family. You're not here to oppose the adoption, are you?"

"No, your honor. I'm actually here as the proud and excited Mam-Maw." Linda smiled and kissed the baby's forehead.

Everything proceeded according to plan, and close to an hour later, the Stillmont family was established and leaving the courthouse.

15. A Rocky Week

The Ranch

Everyone gathered outside the ranch house for lunch. Ev'lynn, Linda, Troy, and Levie worked together, bringing the food to the four picnic tables that had been put together. On the other side of that sat three tables in a line for the food to sit on. For the moment, Greg was the one watching over Tracey while everyone else pitched in. Levie paused and smiled as he pulled his phone out to take the first picture of the new Dad and son bonding time. Tears fell from his eyes when Levie saw the look of love and pride shining in his soulmate's eyes as the brunet looked down and cooed at the tiny life they were now responsible for. The redhead slightly jumped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest from behind and another pair around his waist.

"It's breathtaking, isn't it?" Jaycen softly asked as he kissed Troy's cheek and the top of Levie's head.

Levie let the tears fall as he pressed himself against the most loving and protective men he'd ever known, aside from his mate and brothers. He couldn't will himself to speak yet, so the redhead just nodded and sighed.

"We know exactly how you feel, baby boy." Troy smiled and laid his chin on the younger man's shoulder. "Jayce and I felt the same way about you." He had to pause and wipe his tears.

"Were you scared?" Levie finally asked as he cuddled as close as he could against the muscular bodies that provided his comforting and safe feeling.

"We didn't really think about that. We prayed to the Goddess that we didn't screw up." Troy stated.

"Yeah, we were hoping you didn't become a taxidermist or serial killer." Jaycen's comment had the three of them cracking up, laughing. "I mean, both occupations are kinda eeeewwwwww."

"I love you two more than I could ever tell you in words." Levie turned and wrapped his arms around both men's waists.

"We know, baby boy." Troy leaned his head down and kissed the emotional redhead.

"We couldn't be prouder of you and Greg than we are right now. You two worked together and decided to give this boy the best life he could ever hope for." Jaycen softly chuckled. "Just remember, Troy, and I will kick both yours and Greg's asses if you don't give that boy enough love."

Levie smirked. "Like that could ever happen." He paused. "On both parts of your statement. I can sooo kick your asses."

Jaycen growled and lifted his boy over his shoulder as Troy snickered and tickled Levie's sides and ribs. Everyone looked when the redhead's screeches and boisterous laughter pierced the air and enjoyed the playful antics.

Greg giggled and turned Tracey around so he could see his other Dad. "Pay attention, Trace. That's how you can win in a fight against your Papa.

"It works on your Daddy too, baby boy," Levie said between his giggles. As soon as he was back on the ground, the redhead was by his husband's side and had his son in his arms. "You're gonna be the most loved and protected kid in the state, Tracey." Levie's tears fell on the baby's head as he held the boy against his chest. He looked up and smiled as the family surrounded the new dads, snapping pictures.

"We're not too late, are we?" Bill asked as he, Sarah, and Stuart walked up to the gathered bunch. Bill stopped and whispered something to Jaycen and Troy, who smiled and nodded their heads.

"We didn't miss the food, did we?" Leon and Rusty asked as they joined the growing group.

"I hope not cause I'm starving," Maureen added as she followed behind the sheriff and deputy.

"Just in time. Not that we're not glad to see you, but who got you over here, Reenie?" Jaycen asked as he and Troy walked over to hug the new arrivals.

"Didn't Lev tell ya? I'm performing the wedding." Maureen giggled. The pastor held her hand up and gasped when she heard the blending of two voices. She looked toward the sound and saw Levie and Ev'lynn singing The Last Unicorn to Tracey as Greg recorded it. "I had no idea he could sing like that."

"He's definitely our angelic boy," Troy said as he wiped his eyes with Jaycen following suit. Suddenly, the brunet burst out in laughter.

"What's so funny, Troypop?" Brandon asked as he walked up to the trio and introduced himself to Maureen.

"I just remembered the first time Lev went to a swim meet."

"Oh, shit. I'd forgotten about that." Jaycen chuckled.

"What happened?" Brandon asked.

"Levie was about six or seven, I think. He managed to get away from Mom and Dad, and they were about to start the competition. The little bugger somehow got onto the block to my right, and he jumped into the pool when the pistol went off and raced with us." Troy's recollection had everyone in stitches.

"He was so used to swimming laps with me that he thought that's what you were supposed to do.

The funniest thing was, if they hadn't stopped the race and pulled Lev out of the water, he'd have won third place."

Greg was cackling his head off as everyone listened to the memory. "Babe, you sure do find a way to make sure you're in the spotlight."

Levie giggled. "Yeah, I guess now I'll have to share it with this little guy." He smiled and kissed Tracey's cheek.

Everyone stopped reminiscing and turned to the sound of the clinking glass and Lyle's voice. "May I have everyone's attention, please? I'd like all the gathered friends and family to get closer." He paused for the family to do as asked. "I'd like to say something before we enjoy this incredibly delicious meal." Lyle paused. Ev'lynn and I are proud and happy to see the smiling faces gathered here today. First, I'd like to acknowledge two exceptional young men that I've enjoyed having as my shared sons. Jaycen and Troy, it's been a pleasure watching the two of you grow and mature into the amazing men you are today. You've both been the source of love and inspiration for your family and countless others. Then, you extended that love and shared it with the boy who you've always seen as a combination of your brother and son. The selfless act of pure love and devotion you showed at ten years old was only overshadowed eight years later when you became full parents to Levie. Under your guidance and teaching, Levie has grown to be just as loving as his Dads, proving time and time again that he took your lessons of love and family to heart."

Jaycen and Troy were speechless and couldn't keep up with the tears streaming down their cheeks.

"Mark and Stacy are not physically present here today, but their love, sense of civic duty, and family pride are alive and continuing to be passed on. I know they're proud and resting peacefully, knowing their torch continues to be passed on and is burning as bright as when they lit it." Lyle paused and wiped his tears. "Levie, Greg, Ev, and I wish you nothing but a life filled with joy and pride in your current and future accomplishments. We know you're gonna be just as good at parenting as Troy and Jayce, Linda and Tom, Ev'lynn and I, and Mark and Stacy were. Always know that this family was born from love and strength. Everyone assembled here is considered family to each other." Lyle smiled. "Let's raise our glasses and toast the individuals who've been tasked with carrying on this beloved family tradition of acceptance, inclusion, and most importantly, love. To Levie, Greg, Brandon, Rhett, and the first of our next generation, Tracey Thomas Moore Stillmont."

There wasn't a dry eye after Lyle concluded. The patriarch was hugged and kissed by everyone he'd mentioned in his speech. He turned to Maureen. "Reenie, we don't usually say grace before eating. However, this is a special occasion, and I think it calls for one to be said." Lyle's statement was backed up by everyone's head nods.

"I'd be honored, Papa Lyle." Maureen stood and had everyone join hands.

After everyone finished eating. The family worked together, cleaning up and putting food away. Jaycen and Troy smiled at each other and managed to get everyone's attention.

"Guys, we've got a surprise for our five youngest family members. If everyone would meet up next door at Oakridge, we'll continue celebrating." Troy said as he and Jaycen drove Bill and Sarah over to house.

Levie, Brandon, Greg, and Rhett were not allowed to set foot on the Oakridge property. So, today was the first time they'd be seeing their new home after the work was done to upgrade it. The young men jumped into the Eagle, and Levie drove them over. He took the dirt road that connected the two properties and drove across the field. The young men gasped when they saw the security cameras and the new paint job on the exterior of the barn and house. They parked the Eagle beside Troy's Sonata.

"Dads, what the..." Levie started to ask but had to stop. He was too overcome with his emotions. The only thing he could do was launch himself into the older men's arms and hug the stuffing out of them.

Jaycen and Troy smiled as they were given the same treatment by the other young men. "This was not just us, baby boys. The entire ranch family got together and worked on this project." Jaycen stated.

"You four are very loved and deserving of the respect and devotion you receive," Troy added.

The tears, hugs, and astonished reactions continued as the family was given a tour of the renovated home. Levie and Greg were speechless over the upgrades, and fully stocked fridge, freezer, pantry, and the extra freezer in the basement. After more partying and enjoyment of family time, finally, the four homeowners were alone and relaxing with their new baby. Levie, Greg, Brandon, and Rhett took a page from the Bropop's playbook and used baby monitors to take turns getting up with little Tracey for the midnight feedings and changes. They were taking the occupations of being Dads and Uncles very seriously.

Levie

Everything was going smoothly. The wedding was a week away, and Levie found himself sharing a day alone with his son. Greg was at a seminar with Lyle. Brandon was helping Linda and Tom with something in Tennessee. Rhett was helping Troy repair some fencing close to the mountain at the back of the property. Jaycen was a few hours away, looking at a prospective horse for a friend.

"So, what ya wanna do now, little man?" Levie asked as he picked up Tracey from his nap. The redhead was still in awe of the life he held. He chuckled as he thought about how his parents and Bropops must have felt when they held him for the first time. "You're the only thing that freakin' scares me to death." He softly said. "It scares me to think I might make a detrimental mistake and ruin your life." Levie cradled his son and smiled when the boy opened his eyes and talked to him in his baby language. "Despite being scared, Tracer, I love you. Your Papa loves you more than life. I promise, baby boy, I'll die to protect you." The redhead sniffled and started singing softly to the hypnotized child.

Levie got up, put Tracey in his bassinet, then went to the kitchen and fixed him some formula. He heated the food, tested it like he'd been shown, then retrieved his son. He sat in the rocking chair and fed Tracey. After the boy finished, Levie burped him and placed him back in his bassinet. He'd just sat down when his phone rang. "Hello!"

"Is this Mr. Stillmont?"

"Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"

"Sir, your suits are ready to be picked up."

"Thank you for calling. I'll be there in a few hours or so. I've just put my son down for his nap."

"Very well, sir. I'll look forward to seeing you."

Levie ended the call and threw a load of laundry in the washer. He started cleaning the house and getting things done while Tracey slept peacefully. After an hour, the redhead grabbed his travel essentials, placed Tracey in his car seat, and headed to the Cherokee. He checked the glove box, made sure his Glock was loaded, then put it in the shoulder holster under his jacket. He wasn't expecting any trouble, but he wasn't taking any chances, especially not with Tracey. Levie started the SUV and buckled his seatbelt. "Well, baby boy, let's go for an adventure." He smiled as he watched his boy in the rearview mirror, then backed up and headed down the long driveway.

Father and son made it to the alterations shop without incident. Levie smiled with fatherly pride as the staff gazed at the infant and congratulated him. He laid the clothes on the car's roof as he put Tracey in and buckled his seat. Then Levie put the clothes on the door hanger and headed back home. They were driving along a forest-lined part of the two-lane road when the Cherokee suffered a blowout.

"Hang on, baby boy," Levie said as he did his best not to lose control of the vehicle. He aimed the SUV for a space that didn't have any trees. The Jeep ran into the ditch, and the impact caused Levie to hit his head on the steering wheel. Levie shook his head, and the first thing he did was get out and check on his son. "Well, we're both fine, I think. At least you are. That was scary, huh." Levie leaned down and kissed Tracey's forehead. When he straightened back up, he felt slightly dizzy but choked it up to moving too quickly. The redhead closed the door, pulled out his phone, and carefully inspected the vehicle's tires. He was about to call Troy when Levie noticed he didn't have a blowout. The tire had a bullet hole in it.

The redhead suddenly cried out and doubled over in pain when he felt a sharp kick to his side. Before he could recover, someone grabbed his hair and rammed his head into the side of the Cherokee. "Don't touch my kid." Levie croaked out before blacking out. His unknown assailant pocketed his victim's phone and grabbed Tracey. The attacker placed Levie and his son in a pickup truck and sped down the road.

"Don't worry, kid. Unless I miss my guess, this will all be over soon." The driver said as he chuckled and smoothed Levie's hair.

16. To The Rescue

The Ranch

Troy and Rhett were in the middle of their break from fixing the fence when the older brunet's phone rang. He looked at the number and noticed it was Rusty. "Hey, Rus, what's…"

"Sorry for cutting you off, bro, but we've got a situation."

Troy instantly got to his feet, with Rhett following him. "What's up?" He grew more and more concerned when he got a growing pain in the pit of his stomach. The feeling worsened when he heard Rusty's soft sobs. "Please, don't tell me it's Jayce."

Rhett wasn't sure how to support the man he'd come to see as one of his older brothers, so he wrapped his arm around the older man's waist and hugged him tightly.

"Not Jayce."

Troy's face lost its color. He dropped the phone as he fell to his knees violently, sobbing.

Rhett picked up the phone and resumed the conversation. "Sherrif, it's Rhett. What's happened?" The younger brunet wiped his tears and wrapped his arms around Troy's shaking body, and cradled him while kissing the man's head.

"Rhett, is Troy?"

"He's surviving right now. What's going on?"

"A motorist was driving down Duncan Rd. and passed by Lev's Cherokee. There's an accident, and the tire's shot out." Rusty paused. "Rhett, Lev's nowhere to be found. There were signs of a struggle, and the back door was wide open. I'm afraid to ask, but was Tracey with Lev today?"

Rhett's tears fell as he sunk to the ground beside Troy, crying on his shoulder. Troy composed himself and worked up his nerves for what he was about to hear. He gently pulled the phone from Rhett's hand. Then kissed the younger man's cheek and thanked him for being comforting.

"Sorry, Russ, I needed to get myself together. Thanks to my baby bro here, I've been able to do that." Troy paused. "Has something happened to Lev?" Troy leaned back against a tree as his tears fell, listening to Russ explain the scene. "Have...Have you called Greg or Jayce?"

"Not yet. I know Jayce's checking out a horse, and Greg, I don't have his number."

"Thanks, Russ. I've got to inform the rest of the family. Keep us informed." Troy ended the call and wiped his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Rhett. "Are you okay, baby boy?"

Rhett sniffed and nodded. "I'm worried, Troypop."

"I'm worried too, baby boy." Troy paused and stared into the younger brunet's eyes. "Hey, we need to get ourselves together, call the family, and let them know what's happened. We both need to be strong for them, ourselves, and our missing guys."

Rhett nodded and wiped his tears as he wrapped his brother in a bear hug. "I got your back, Troypop."

Troy smiled and kissed Rhett's head. "I know ya do, baby boy."

Levie

A throbbing headache was the first thing that registered in the redhead's newly regained consciousness. At first, his thoughts were a bit cloudy and scattered. That is until he remembered that he was a father, and the last thing that happened before he blacked out was an attack by an unseen, unknown assailant. Instantly, Levie opened his eyes and realized he was blindfolded. He tried to move his arms and legs, but he could feel he'd been tied face down to what he assumed was a wooden bench. The redhead frantically moved his head side to side, trying to scream for help or find out who had him and his son, but he was gagged with someone's used, crusty gym sock.

Levie grunted and angrily growled into the salty gag as he desperately tried freeing himself. His body shivered in the cold, damp place he was trapped in. After a minute or two, he tried to calm down and mentally assess his situation and where he was. The redhead closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. Levie noticed the familiar smell in every locker room, so he deduced that he was most likely being held in one of the schools. He also registered that he couldn't hear his son's cries, so Tracey was somewhere else, or..." Levie's tears fell and splashed on the floor as he forced himself to irradicate those negative thoughts. The last thing that came to him was the absence of his clothes. He was only wearing his Scooby-Doo socks and their matching boxer/briefs. Levie's tears streamed down his cheeks as he slipped further into the pit of fear and desperation, unaware he was being recorded.

The Ranch

Pandemonium spread through the family and ranch. Not only were two loved ones missing, but the first snowfall of the year started shortly after Levie's disappearance. Bill led most of the ranch family in a search party that coordinated with the Sheriff's department. Troy didn't have the emotional strength to continuously field the responding calls, so the brunet sent out a mass text that said, "nine-one-one at the ranch, Lev and Tracey missing, Cherokee tire shot out with a gun. That's all I know at the time." Troy knew it wasn't the best way to alert everyone, but it was the only way for him not to break completely down. It took every ounce of inner strength for him not to give in to his emotions. Rhett's presence helped Troy from losing it, but what he really needed was Jaycen's arms holding him and his reassurance.

Jaycen

Jaycen had just pulled up to the ranch where the horse was housed. It took him longer than he expected because of the increasing snowfall. The redhead looked at the clouds and prayed to the Goddess he'd be able to get back to the ranch without having to stop somewhere. He got out of the truck and started walking up the stone path when his phone alerted him to an incoming message. He almost dropped his phone when he read the text. Tears streamed down his face as he turned and ran back to his truck. Jaycen shot a quick text to Troy, telling him he'd be home as soon as possible and that he loved him. He pulled his deputy badge out of the glove box and sat it in plain sight on the seat. He backed up and headed toward the main road. Once there, Jaycen floored his gas pedal and sped down the road, breaking every speed limit that wasn't a residential or school zone.

Jaycen made sure to keep his eyes on the road, but the continuous snowfall was beginning to reduce visibility. However, the truck powered its way through the weather. Despite slowing down to safely navigate the heavy snowfall, the redhead was making good time. In just under an hour was halfway home, but his luck waned, his tires hit a slick patch, and his truck started fishtailing. Jaycen forced himself to keep his senses and managed to keep the vehicle from skidding into the ditch. However, right as he got his truck stable again, the wheels hit a patch of black ice, and this time he couldn't keep the truck on the road. The F-150 spun around and slid into the mountainside, getting stuck in the ditch.

The impact thrust Jaycen's head against the window. The thirty-year-old brought his fingers to the side of his head, and when he pulled them back, they were coated in fresh blood. After ensuring that he didn't have a concussion, he began looking for the extra clothing he always kept in the vehicles for emergencies. Jaycen found a spare shirt and did his best to tie it around the head wound, knowing they always bleed the worst. Then, he picked up his phone and called Rusty. Jaycen tried to argue that he didn't need to go to the hospital to be checked out but ended up relenting before hanging up with his best friend.

Levie

Burt eerily giggled as he watched his cartoon sock and underwear-clad captive fight the urge to freak out. The maniacal man rubbed his hands together and decided to fuck with the redhead's mind and emotions so that his video taunt inflicted as much pain as possible on the one he wanted to lure. Burt found the desired sound effects. He hooked the speakers up to his laptop, then blasted the sound of babies screaming at the top of their lungs and things thumping or being knocked around. The reaction was instant and better than the sick deviant ever dreamed. He jumped around like a kid in a toy store as he watched and recorded Levie's increased attempts at getting free. At one point, the redhead turned the bench over and cried out in pain as he landed on his arm.

Levie's mind raced as he struggled and continued losing what sanity he had left. Logically, he knew it wasn't Tracey's screams, but without being able to physically lay eyes on his son, or anything for that matter, made logic...well, illogical. His tears dampened the blindfold as he continued trying his damnedest to get free and save his helpless baby. Levie was so focused on escaping that he didn't hear the approaching man. Burt sneered as he stood right behind the struggling redhead's restrained body, licked his chapped lips, and bared his rotting teeth. The man raised a metal pipe above his head. Not making a sound, he slammed the object down right beside Levie's head. Having no idea that anyone was there, the sudden sound caused the redhead to scream with fright and surprise.

Burt cackled and continued hitting the lockers above the captive's head with the pipe. Levie's nerves were so frayed that he lost control of his bladder and wet himself. Of course, this also served to emasculate the young man and fill him with embarrassment. The tormentor threw the pipe against the wall. He righted the bench, then wrapped his arm around Levie's ankles and rapidly scratched his nails up and down his captive's sock-clad soles. The shocked and soiled redhead screamed into his gag as tears pooled in the blindfold.

Levie's muffled laughter and squeals flooded into the sock gag. His cheeks reddened as he was humiliated even more. This wasn't the usual playful tickles he got from the family. This was meant to break his will and destroy his self-worth as a man and protective father. Levie's eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold as he was tickled into hysterics and writhed and wriggled on the bench. Finally, the ticklish torment ended, and his hair was grabbed. The unseen tickle attacker banged Levie's head against the wooden surface hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Burt snickered, then placed selected footage on his phone. He sent it to Troy with a text message that read. "If you want to see the brat and baby alive, come to the place where our romantic afternoon of sexual pleasure was interrupted by the redhaired brute you call a husband. And, come alone."

Troy & Rhett

Because of their bond, Troy physically felt Jaycen's accident before he was given the news by Rusty. The brunet's uneasiness worsened, and he knew this was Levie in distress. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he prayed to the Goddess for guidance and protection over his missing guys. Troy was almost to the breaking point. His Dad and Greg were stuck at the hotel where the seminar was because of the weather. His Mom took some pressure off him by going to the hospital to be with Jayce. Brandon was still on the road, trying his best to get home. Bill and the ranch hands were out, searching for Levie and Tracey, and Rhett was helping out by making sure the horses were secured and safe in their stalls.

Troy was about to fix a drink when his phone let him know there was a new incoming text. Troy left the bottle and glass on the bar and ran to pick up his phone, thinking it might be something on Levie or Jaycen. As soon as he saw the recording and message, Troy's primal furious scream filled the house. Rhett walked into the room and was almost knocked down on his ass as Troy ran past. The confused brunet steadied himself and was about to follow when he saw his brother's discarded phone on the bar. He looked at the continuous video loop and dropped the phone like it was on fire. Rhett composed himself, picked up the phone, and looked at the background. He recognized the school's locker room and figured out that's where Troy was going.

The brunet got outside just as Troy squealed tires and sped down the driveway in the Eagle. He glanced around and noticed there were no more four-wheel-drive vehicles left. Rhett sent a quick message to Brandon and the Sheriff, letting them know what happened, and sent a copy of the video to Rusty. He got an idea and ran to the stables. The brunet grabbed a hunting knife off the wall, strapped it to his leg, then he was faced with the choice of which horse to use. He was at a loss until Triton started kicking up a fuss to get his attention. Rhett opened the stall door, and the majestic stallion rushed out and circled the young man. He excitedly reared up on his hind legs, but not in a threatening manner. It was more like he was trying to tell the man they needed to hurry.

"Are ya gonna let your Uncle Rhett ride ya, boy?"

Triton stood before his Uncle, nodded, then gently nudged the soon-to-be rider toward his back. Rhett started to get a saddle but stopped when the horse persistently whinnied and shook his head. The brunet shrugged his shoulders and mounted the steed bareback. He yelped and held on tightly as Triton reared up on his hind legs and took off through the woods.

"Do you know where you're going, boy?" Rhett asked as he did his best not to get hit by branches and quickly passing bushes.

Triton snorted and quickly nodded, then set his focus back on the task of getting to Levie.

The pair tore through streams, and the horse's hoofs pounded in the snow as it found the sure footing. Rhett was doing fine until they got to the edge of a ravine. Triton whinnied and stopped short. Rhett thought they were stuck until the horse looked to his right. The Blue Roan ran back far enough for him to get a good run. Then he reared up and ran full speed toward a narrower place. Rhett held on for dear life, and when Triton soared across the ravine. The brunet screamed like a girl as he hugged Triton's neck. Rhett closed his eyes and didn't open them or stop his screaming until there was solid ground under them. Rhett wasn't sure, but he swore he heard Triton chuckle at him. "See if I give you carrots tomorrow, baby boy." Rhett snickered and patted the horse's neck. "Just kidding, Tri. I love ya, boy."

The Eagle's engine roared as Troy sped down the road. He turned into the school's parking lot and skidded to a stop beside a battered pickup truck. The brunet locked the steering wheel, just in case Burt tried to take it and getaway. He also grabbed his knife and slashed the man's tires. Troy was sick of this man's fucking with his family and was determined to end it. Either Burt would die or be brought to justice, Troy would decide after laying eyes on his kidnapped boys. He quietly entered the building and immediately heard Levie's muffled screams. Following the sound, Troy pulled his gun out of its holster and crept closer. He turned the corner and gasped when he saw Burt hitting and kicking his defenseless boy. Rage seethed in the brunet's eyes as he aimed just above the attacker's head and fired a shot.

Rhett heard the gunshot and ran inside. He saw a bruised Levie tied to a bench. Over to the right were Troy and Burt, struggling for dominance, with Troy winning. The brunet quickly ran to his brother and cut him loose. "Don't worry, bro. I'm gonna find our baby." Rhett kissed Levie's head and then ran to the offices figuring that's where Tracey was. Luck was on his side. He opened the first office door he came to, and there sleeping peacefully, was Tracey still in his car seat. Rhett smiled, then kissed his nephew. He heard sirens coming closer and sighed in relief.

Burt also heard the sirens. He cut his losses and ran after pushing Troy into a row of lockers. The man ran to his truck, then noticed his tires were slashed. He caught sight of the Eagle and the lock bar on the steering wheel. Finally, he saw Triton and snickered. "How appropriate to make a getaway on the bastard's own horse." He thought to himself as he approached the animal. Triton reared up on his front legs and kicked Burt so hard that the man stumbled back into a tree. Triton trotted up to the man and continuously jumped up and down, keeping him from moving until Rusty approached them.

Rusty shook his head and chuckled. "At ease, Tri. Good boy, stand down."

The horse whinnied and backed off. Triton looked up toward the school doors as they opened, and a battered but alive Levie was helped outside by Troy and Rhett. The lot was filled with sirens and the flashing lights of the squad cars and ambulances. Levie rode to the hospital with Troy. Rhett decided to come back for the Eagle and rode Triton back to the ranch to wait for the incoming family members.

17. Burt's Final Act

Levie & Troy

Levie's tears fell as he was cradled by Troy in the ambulance. Despite his insistence that he didn't need to be checked out, the older brunet's firm stance won out. Once Troy put his foot down, things were not discussed or argued anymore, and Levie wasn't in any condition to take any chances with his Bropop. "Dad, I…"

"Shhh! It's okay, baby boy. Just rest now, and we can talk later. You need to conserve your energy and stay strong for your son." Troy whispered. "Here, let me hold my Grandson." The brunet smiled when Levie handed him the sleeping angel. "I'm still sooo not used to saying I've got a Grandson."

Levie softly chuckled. "Join the club, Bropop. I'm not used to saying I've got a son."

"Sorry for interrupting your moment, but did he call you Dad and the baby your Grandson?" The EMT asked.

Levie and Troy looked at one another and chuckled.

"It's a bit of a long story. However, the short version is..." Troy spent a few minutes explaining how Levie became his son and Tracey his grandson.

At the end of the short story, the EMT was wiping his tears. "Wow! I wish the world was full of caring people like your family. I've heard about you guys, but I always thought y'all were too good to be true."

"I'm just sorry, I wasn't strong enough to protect my kid. I feel like a failure." Levie hung his head.

Troy asked the attendant to hold Tracey for a moment. He turned and gently placed his fingers under Levie's chin and raised the younger man's head. "Levie Michael Stillman...shit, Stillmont. I want you to open your eyes and look at me."

Levie immediately did as Troy said. He knew better than to try to ignore the tone in his Bropop's voice.

"You're not a failure. What happened isn't your fault." Troy paused as he gently wrapped his arms around Levie and hugged him. "Baby boy, what was the first thing you did when your tire was shot out?"

Levie thought back. "I told Tracer to hold on. Then quickly scanned the sides of the road for a place with the least amount of trees so it would minimize the risk of physical injury for both of us, but more for my son."

Troy and the EMT smiled.

"Okay, what did you do then, Levie?" The EMT asked. He found himself drawn into their parent, son dynamic as he softly talked to the little boy in his arms.

Troy looked up at the man, smiled, and nodded his agreement to the attendant's participation.

"After the impact, I did a quick body scan to make sure I could still move. I got out of the Jeep, then checked on Tracey to make sure he was okay and at least visibly unharmed." Levie paused. "After that, I dialed you," He said, pointing to Troy. "And, that's when I got attacked by Maddox or Burt, or whatever the bastard's name is."

"See, you did everything you could to protect your boy." Troy kissed the redhead's cheek. Then he reached out and retrieved Tracey.

"Logically, I know that, guys. I just can't emotionally admit it yet." The redhead softly admitted. ”That guy played with my head, bad. Before you got there, he had the sound of screaming babies playing through the speakers. Then, he made me piss myself. I've never felt so useless and helpless in my life."

Troy leaned over and kissed Levie's forehead. "Baby boy, you're tougher and braver than I could ever be in that situation. I love you, and you've always made me proud to be your brother and parent."

Levie smiled and wiped his tears. "Any bravery or strength I have came from Mom and Dad and learned from Mama Ev, Papa Lyle, you, and Jayce. All six of my guardians make me proud."

Because of the weather, the ambulance had to go slower than usual. Finally, the emergency vehicle reached the medical center, and Stuart was at the doors waiting for their arrival. He quickly rushed Levie and Tracey into an examination room. Levie looked over and gasped when he saw Jaycen's smiling face.

"Are you okay, baby?" Jaycen asked as he carefully leaned over and kissed the younger redhead.
Levie smiled and kissed Jaycen's cheek. "I'm okay, Jaycepop. I'm better knowing I'm back with my family and my kid's safe." Levie squirmed and giggled his way through Stuart's physical examination.

Burt

The weather was almost impossible for the deputy's SUV to maneuver. The heavily falling snow blinded the driver, despite the slow speed he drove along the curvy side road. The young man had to pump the brakes to keep the vehicle from sliding into a snowdrift or the ditch. Sensing the inexperienced reserve cop's nervousness, Burt created a commotion in the backseat. When the driver took his eyes off the road and looked into the mirror, admonishing the criminal to settle down, he failed to notice the twelve-point buck standing in the middle of the road. The deputy let out a panicked yelp as he jerked the steering wheel to the right. The wheels hit black ice and crashed into a tree. The young driver was knocked unconscious, and Burt managed to get himself into a perfect position to reach the keys from the deputy's belt. He fumbled a bit but finally worked the key into the cuffs lock and freed himself. The fugitive rubbed his wrists, got into the passenger seat, grabbed the moaning reserve deputy's gun, and slammed the butt into the injured man's head. Burt opened the car door and ran into the woods. The man grew up in the area, so he knew he was somewhere near the ranch. He trudged through the continuously falling snow, hoping he reached somewhere to hide out and wait out the storm. Luck was on his side that night cause he came across Oakridge. Burt broke the window, so he could reach in and unlock the front door to the barn. The man walked inside, turned the heat on, and started scavenging for something to eat.

The Ranch

The closer he got to the ranch, the harder it was for Brandon to keep his car on the road. Now, he was seeing the wisdom of the other guys in needing a 4wheel drive vehicle during the winter. "C'mon, baby girl, just get me home, and I'll make sure you get some rest." Brandon was grateful for the winter weather driving tips Levie, Troy, and Jayce gave him. The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ranch's driveway coming up. Brandon looked at his phone after turning into the ranch's entrance. Another relieved sigh left him when he saw that Tracey and Lev were safe. Brandon sent Rhett a text and asked if he was at the rach house or Oakridge. A second later, the response said ranch house. Smiling, the blonde carefully drove up to the house. He parked his Sonata and walked into the warm house and his boyfriend's open arms.

"I'm glad you're home, Bran." Rhett wiped his tears and got lost in the blonde's loving embrace. He giggled and squirmed as Brandon's fingers lightly stroked his back.

Brandon chuckled at his mate's ticklish response to the loving strokes along his soft skin. "I am too, sweet boy. I missed you and the family." He leaned in and placed a soft passionate kiss on the brunet's warm lips. "Damn, I missed that too." He giggled and squirmed as Rhett's fingers had worked under his shirt and were wiggling between Brandon's ribs. Brandon's boyish squeals and unrealistic protests echoed through the ranch house. "C'mon, baby, let's go upstairs and truly enjoy this reunion." The giggling pair ran upstairs with Brandon squealing as Rhett smacked the blonde's ass and chased him into their room.

Bill was finishing his patrol of the ranch. With everything that's happened, the fifty-year-old foreman was doing what he could to keep his boys safe. The foreman was heading to his truck when his phone sent him a message, saying there was a disturbance in the barn at Oakridge. He'd already checked in with everyone, so he knew the only ones on the property were Brandon and Rhett, but they were in the ranch house and wouldn't have gone to the barn. He made a quick call to Jackson, who told him he'd be there soon as he could. Bill put the phone in his pocket, got in his truck, and headed for Oakridge.

Burt licked his lips as he stood outside of the ranch house. He knew Troy and Jayce weren't home, and neither was Levie. However, that didn't matter to him. The two-tone-haired man broke the window above the kitchen doorknob and let himself in after making sure all the glass was out of his way. He started dousing the kitchen area in gasoline, then moved to the dining room. After doing that, he lit a match and ran into the living room, where he threw gas over the furniture, ignited the flammable liquid, and then ran out the door. He froze when a double-barrel rifle was cocked and pointed straight at his chest.

"Hands up, Burt." Bill's voice was emotionless and edged with steel.

Brandon and Rhett were just getting out of the shower. The couple dried off and walked into the bedroom. They'd just gotten into a pair of Levie's boxer/briefs when they smelled smoke coming from downstairs. The young men quickly pulled on their shirts and jeans. Then slipped barefoot into their shoes and ran down the hall. That's when they noticed the living room on fire. They quickly decided whether or not they could make it to the door. Brandon and Rhett looked at one another and nodded. The couple made a dash for the door, flung it open, and ran right into Bill and Burt.

"What the fuck?" Bill exclaimed as he and the other three men toppled down the stairs.

Burt jumped up and grabbed the fallen rifle. He cocked it and held the older man and two younger ones at bay. "Alright, you three are gonna stay right there." He looked behind him. "Bill, toss me your keys."

Bill sighed but did as requested. The fifty-year-old kept Brandon and Rhett behind him the entire time. If Burt was gonna do something, he'd have to go through Bill first. Burt caught the keys and backed up towards the truck.

"Drop the weapon and slowly turn around with your hands up, Burt."

Burt turned to the voice and took a shot just as one rang out. Both shooters fell to the ground. Only one of them wasn't breathing. Brandon, Rhett, and Bill ran over to Jackson, who did his best to stem the bleeding.

"Is he dead?" Jackson asked before he gasped and pointed at the house. "Holy fuckin' shit, the place is on fire."

Bill, Brandon, and Rhett turned and beheld the ranch house going up in flames. With Burt's holding a gun on them, they'd completely forgotten about the burning home.

"I need a firetruck over to the Stillman ranch." Jackson hollered into his phone.

18. Intimate Moments

The night seemed to drag on for Levie, and in his opinion, morning couldn't come soon enough. He was grateful that Jaycen was safe and that his baby was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet beside his bed. The redhead gingerly sat up and looked down at Tracey. He looked up and silently thanked the God, Goddess, and his parents for bringing the two most important and loved people in his life to him. Levie also thanked the higher powers for his family and the love and support he's always had from them.

Tears dripped down the young man's cheeks as he relived everything he'd just gone through. He couldn't ever remember being so scared or feeling so helpless. The more he thought, the more his heart sank, and he began massacring himself for not being able to protect his son. Levie kept kicking himself for not brandishing his gun and shooting the fucker who'd attacked him. Closing his eyes, he longed for his mate's arms to hold him. It was at times like this that Levie needed Greg the most. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Levie quickly answered before it woke Tracey.

"Baby boy, I love you. I can feel your anxiety."

Levie's face lit up when he heard Greg's voice on the other end. "I love you and miss you so much, babe. I wish you were here with us, holding me."

"I wish I were there too, my sweet boy. I know I've already said this earlier, but thank you for doing everything you possibly could do to protect our son. You're already proving you've got what it takes to be an awesome Dad."

Levie softly cried with his soon-to-be husband. "But, I di…"

"Levie Michael Stillmont! Stop thinking and talking like that, or I'm gonna kick your adorably cute red-haired ass when I see you."

Greg's threat and chuckling lightened Levie's mood and had him joining the brunet's chuckles. "Fine, be that way, Greg Stillmont. You're sure talkin' tough over the phone." He giggled.

"Oh, you're soo gonna get it, baby boy." Greg paused. "Are you feeling better, my little leprechaun?"

Levie gasped and felt his Mom's spirit hugging him. "M...Mom always called me her little leprechaun. I can feel she's happy you're using the pet name."

"That's amazing. Right before I said it, I could feel someone hugging me and heard a soft whisper telling me to call you my little leprechaun."

"She loves you. Mom's proud you're her son and is happy you take care of our family." Levie wiped his tears as he softly kissed Tracey's forehead.

"Get some rest, my love. I'll be with you and our boy before you know it."

"Thank you for comforting me. You're always there when I need you. I love you, my knight."

"As long as I'm able, I'm gonna be there, my prince. I love you, sweet sleep, my love."

"Sweet sleep." Levie sighed as he ended the call and set his phone back on the chair. He lay down, closed his eyes, and drifted into a refreshing, peaceful sleep.

Levie woke up with a smile and the sound of his boy asking to be fed in his ears. He sat up, stretched, and yawned before getting to his feet and heading into the bathroom. While he was in there, Levie heard the door open. "I'll be right out." He hollered as he finished peeing and washing his hands. The redhead dried his hands and opened the door. He was greeted by a friendly nurse bringing breakfast for the father and son pair. Levie politely turned down the nurse's offer to feed his son.

After the nurse left, Levie tested the formula's temperature, threw the towel over his shoulder, and picked up Tracey. They sat in the rocking chair, and Levie cradled his angelic baby boy. "Let's see how hungry you are this morning, Tracer." It wasn't long before Tracey was full. Levie smiled as he burped the tiny baby and cradled his son. The redhead closed his eyes and began singing "Brave Little Soldier." Tears fell from his eyes as he kissed the cooing boy's cheek. "You're my brave baby boy, Tracer. I love you so much. You'll never know how bad I feel that I…"

"If my future husband finishes that sentence, he's gonna be pinned down and tickled into oblivion."

Levie was so excited at hearing his mate's voice that he almost forgot he was holding his son. "Greg, you're finally here."

Greg smiled and rushed over to his boys. The brunet sat beside Levie and wiped the streaming tears from his cheek as he lovingly kissed them. "I love you, my sweet boys." He smiled and gently took Tracey in his arms, kissing the baby's forehead. "Forgive me, little angel, but the king needs his mate." Both men chuckled when Tracey squirmed and cooed as Greg lay him in the bassinet. He grunted when Levie jumped onto his lap the minute his arms were free. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "My sweet prince, I love you."

"I love you too, my brave knight." Levie smiled and lay his head on his future husband's chest. "I've been craving and aching to feel your heartbeat, Greg." Suddenly, the redhead burst into tears and sobbed on the strong shoulder.

Greg wrapped his arms protectively around Levie and cuddled against him. He softly smoothed his mate's red locks with his lips and kissed him. "It's okay, Levie. You're safe, Tracey's safe, and even though the house burned, everyone else is safe. It's time to start working past the pain. You did everything you could, and you did protect our boy."

"Please, don't ever leave me or lose our love."

"That, Levie Michael, will never happen." Greg smiled, caressed his red-haired boy's cheek, lifted his chin, and gazed into the shimmering eyes he'd fallen in love with at the party. "You and our little boy hold my heart and control my world. I couldn't bear to lose either one of you."

"Tracey and I are never leaving your side, Greg Stillmont." Levie smiled and passionately kissed his soulmate.

"Mmmm, what's wrong, big guy? Troy asked as he cuddled against Jaycen.

"I'm just all over the place emotionally, baby boy." Jaycen kissed Troy's hand. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he lay his head in his husband's lap. "Babe, we could've lost our kid and grandson. Then, I had to face the thought of the possibility of losing you also. Finally, the house almost burned down. I'm so tired, Troypup." Jaycen's voice cracked as he broke down, sobbing in his mate's arms.

"Hey, the important thing is that everyone's fine. I love you. You've always been my protector and the protector of our family." Troy kissed his lover.

"Troy, the next time you go on a rescue without backup, I'm putting your adorably cute and firm ass over my knee." Jaycen chuckled as he sat up and leaned into Troy's chest.

"I'm hoping I never have to do that again, lover. But, if I had to, I'd do it again if it means keeping my boys safe." Troy kissed Jaycen's lips.

The redhead gazed into his boy's eyes. "I know you would, Troy. Hell! You'd face down a grizzly if it meant keeping Lev or Trace safe. Thank you for rescuing our boys. You're just as much my rock as I am yours."

Troy smiled and nuzzled his nose against Jaycen's neck, causing the bigger man to giggle and squirm. "I love you, Jaycen."

"I love you too, Troy."

Jaycen and Troy looked up when they heard a knock. "Hey, Reenie. How are ya?" The pair asked in unison as they got up and hugged the pastor.

Maureen giggled and returned the affection. "The family's been through hell and back, and you're asking how I am." She shook her head. "I love you guys."

"Are we included in the love fest?" Greg asked.

The moment he, Levie, and Tracey walked into the room, they were given hugs and kisses, and Maureen relieved the soon-to-be husbands of their precious bundle.

"I keep tellin' ya, Greg. They all just love us for our baby. Then give him back at feeding and changing time." Levie squealed and boisterously laughed as he was pulled into Jaycen's lap and tickled by both his Bropops. "Okay, I give. I love my Dad's. " The redhead screeched before hugging and kissing both men.

Greg yelped and the room filled with his squeals and laughter when he was given the same treatment as his mate. The brunet sat in Troy's lap and looked up at Jaycen and Troy. "I love you guys." He wiped his tears as Levie sat in Jaycen's lap. He and Levie were cuddled and kissed by the older men, with Maureen smiling at the sight.

"It's fuck..." She paused and giggled when all four men gave her a stern glare. "Oh, please, you all know this kid's gonna be cussing up a storm when he grows up. Aunt Reenie's just teaching him early the wrong words to say." Her statement had everyone laughing like crazy. "Anyway, what I was saying is, it's amazing how Lev and Greg are like younger versions of you two." She paused and kissed Tracey's forehead. "Any of these guys don't treat you right, and Aunt Reenie will kick their asses." Again the room filled with joyful laughter.

Maureen handed Tracey to Greg and sat in a chair beside the hospital bed. "There actually was a specific purpose for my visit, guys."

"What's going on, Reenie?" Levie asked as he sighed happily when his brother's arms wrapped around him, and Jaycen kissed his cheek just before laying his head on the younger redhead's shoulder.

"Well, I have something to ask Troy and Jayce." She paused. "How would the two of you feel about being Dad's again?"

The four men's eyes widened, and their jaws dropped when they heard the question. Maureen chuckled as she watched the flabbergasted guys digesting her question while looking back and forth at each other. Finally, she got up, relieved Greg of Tracey, and placed him in the bassinet after kissing the baby's cheek.

Troy finally broke the silence. "Jay and I would love to be Dad's again. We've even discussed the possibility of adopting or searching for a surrogate to have our child."

Levie's eyes widened and sparkled as he became excited and animated. He jumped up and turned to face the older men. "Pops, are you guys serious?" Troy, Jaycen, Maureen, and Greg shook their heads and laughed at his reaction.

Greg reached out and pulled him onto his lap after Troy moved over into Jaycen's lap. "Calm down, sweet prince." The brunet giggled and cuddled his mate.

"Aww, that's adorable, sweet prince." Maureen giggled when Levie blushed and smiled. "Two of my church's members have become parents before they're ready. The young couple came to me and asked if I knew of any good parents who'd want to adopt the boy. I asked them if they had any qualms about a same-sex couple adopting their child. After they said it made no difference to them as long as it was a loving home, I asked if they'd heard of you guys. It turns out they are patrons of the ranch and literally screamed the family's praises." Maureen paused and sipped her water. "So, what do you two say?"

Jacen and Troy held hands, stared into each other's eyes, and nuzzled their cheeks together. Greg and Levie looked at the couple and mimicked the older men. Maureen watched the heartwarming scene with tears in her eyes. Having been as close as she was to the couple, she had seen the powerful and lasting love between the two men. However, seeing it in such an intimate display, coupled with Levie and Greg's continual growing love for one another, was an incredibly indescribable experience. It was definitely one she'd treasure.

"Have they named the child yet?" Jaycen asked as he and Troy wiped each other's tears.

"No, they wanted the adopted parents to name the newborn."

"Are we gonna be Bruncles?" Greg asked. He giggled when he saw the looks everyone gave him for the name splice.

Jaycen and Troy looked at one another, silently communicating. Finally, their heads nodded in synch. "We'll do it." They said in unison. The hospital room broke out in a symphony of joyous cheers and congratulations.

Maureen gave the five men a kiss and hug. "I was ninety-nine percent sure that you'd adopt the boy." She smiled. Before leaving, Maureen confirmed that she'd be at the house later that day for the wedding rehearsal, as long as the roads were clear. The pastor gave everyone one last kiss and hug, then went to speak with the young couple.

Levie and Greg jumped into the older men's laps, cuddling and kissing them. Jaycen and Troy giggled and squirmed as they soaked up every bit of the love their guys showed them.

"I get to be a Bruncle." Levie giggled. He had to admit, the nickname was growing on him.

Troy and Jaycen chuckled and shook their heads. "I guess the nickname's here to stay," Troy said as he kissed Greg's cheek. "It is cute," Jaycen stated as he did the same with Levie.

"Tracer's gonna have a Brocuz to grow up with and bond to." Levie smiled as he thought about the kids running around the ranch, just like he did.

"We're gonna need to expand the houses." Jaycen and Troy said in unison.

An hour later, the four men and their baby were waiting inside the ER lobby for their ride. Thankfully, the storm cleared out, and the roads were safe for travel. Lyle and Ev'lynn were taking the boys home in their SUV. The older couple had just parked and walked inside. They were about to leave when Maureen's shrill holler stopped them. They chuckled when the boisterous minister ran towards them in her shiny light purple six-inch heels.

"Fuck! I need to hit the gym more often." Maureen spouted as she panted and caught her breath. "I'm glad I caught you."

"Reenie, calm down and breathe, sweetie." Ev'lynn gently patted the younger woman's back.

"What's up, babe?" Troy asked.

"I've got some awesome news about your soon-to-be adopted kids," Maureen smirked as everyone's jaw dropped.

"What adopted kids?" Lyle and Ev'lynn asked in unison.

Troy and Jaycen grinned and hugged their parents. "Mama, Dad, you guys are gonna be grandparents," Troy said. "A couple in Reenie's church is having a baby they're not ready for, and we're gonna adopt..." Jaycen finished for his husband and suddenly stopped as he and Troy stared at each other then, the couple looked at Maureen. "Did you say, kids? As in more than one?" Jaycen and Troy asked in unison.

Maureen cracked up laughing at their reaction and response. "I was wondering when that would reach your thought process." She laughed so hard that she had to lean against the wall for support. Finally, she calmed down enough to continue. "Laura and Brad just found out they're having twins. A boy and a girl."

"Twins?" The couple asked as they wiped their tears.

Lyle and Ev'lynn stood in momentary confusion as they watched things unfold. Greg, Levie, and Maureen were working overtime to keep from cracking up with laughter at the situation.

"Ly, babe, our first granddaughter." Ev'lynn shed her tears while her husband held her in his arms.

Levie walked up to Jaycen and Troy, hugging and kissing them. "Names?" He asked with a knowing smirk.

Troy and Jaycen giggled as they looked at each other and their gathered family members. "Marcus Lyle, and Stacy Ev'lynn Stillman." The men said in unison.

Lyle and Ev'lynn were speechless, and it took the older couple a minute to process before they could move and embrace the young men. Both husband and wife cried on their son's shoulders. "Jayce, Troy, we're extremely proud of you two, and we can't wait to meet our new grandchildren," Ev'lynn said.

Later that night, Greg and Levie were in their room, enjoying the time together. Brandon and Rhett had Tracey in their room for the night. Greg smiled and tested Levie's ankle and wrist restraints. "I do, love seeing you, helpless and vulnerable, my adorable prince."

Levie squirmed and giggled when Greg's warm tongue slowly licked up and down his armpit hollows. His toes curled and uncurled as the tip flicked and tickled its way around the deep, slightly hairy crevice. As soon as the brunet's fingers latched onto his exposed ribcage and started wiggling and kneading between each rib, Levie's shrieks and high-pitched cackles filled the room.

Greg chuckled and rubbed his hard dick against his mate's equally hard member. He dipped his head lower. His tongue swirled and licked along the walls surrounding the redhead's navel. He licked his lips as he listened to the gasps and squeals coming from his bound lover. He could feel the cum rising in his shaft and knew Levie was feeling the same pressure. "You ready, my love?" He asked as he uncuffed his mate.

Levie nodded and gasped as Greg's thick, lubed cock slowly worked its way around his hot, writhing ass crack. The redhead's body arched in anticipation of his lover's gentle penetration of his longing sweaty ass. His arms and legs wrapped around his mate's muscled torso and waist. Finally, a long moan escaped his lips as his mate's shaft entered his eagerly waiting body. Greg sighed as he felt the familiar sensation of Levie's ass, sucking in his shaft. The men's bodies worked in synch like a well-trained partnership. Each one knows about the other one's wants, desires, and hot spots to drive them wild with passionate abandon. Their lips smashed into each other as sweat coated their bodies, and they panted into their connected mouths. The couple whispered "I love you" to each other as Greg's orgasm triggered Levie's.

Troy and Jayce lay in their bed, chuckling. "Babe, stop listening to the boys." Troy admonished his child-like mate but couldn't make it sound credible because of his giggles.

"Well, at least we know our boys satisfy each other." Jaycen squealed and tried to protect himself from the pillow Troy battered him with. "You're a meanie." The redhead pouted.

"And, you're too adorable when you pout. We're sooo dead if our son and daughter pick that up from you and Lev." Troy shook his head and lay beside his muscular redheaded lover. He sighed as he listened to Jaycen's calming heartbeat.

"Are you sure you're ready to be the father of two infants?" Jaycen asked as he kissed Troy's lips.

"Definitely, especially when I think about all the help we'll have." Troy paused and wiped his tears. "Did you believe how excited Linda, Tom, Brandon, and Rhett were?"

Jaycen wrapped his arms around Troy, cuddling the brunet. "We've got a one-of-a-kind family, and it's growing by the day, my sweet loverboy."

"I love you, Jayce."

"I love you too, Troypup." The men closed their eyes and fell into a peaceful night's sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

19. The Love Of Family

“NO!!! Don’t hurt my Dad, or my Son. Please, kill me instead of them.” Levie screamed.

The redhead’s peaceful slumber was disrupted by the vivid nightmare. He was in the locker room, watching helplessly as Burt overpowered Troy, and made the brunet hold Tracey, while he started shooting.

“Lev, babe, calm down. It’s okay, everyone’s safe, including you.” Greg pleaded.

The brunet was doing his best to get through to his mate. Levie’s arms flailed side to side, while body rolled left and right, and his legs violently kicked against the mattress. Greg finally saw an opening in the frantic movements, and seized the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around Levie’s chest, and pulled the younger man as close as humanly possible.

“Is Lev okay?” Jaycen asked as he, Troy, Brandon, and Rhett came rushing in.

Greg looked up at his brothers with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I think so. He’s finally calming down,” he looked down at his mate and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe, my sweet prince. I love you so much, Lev.”

Levie’s eyes flew open and he looked around. “It was all so real,” he said as tears welled in his eyes. The emotional redhead got to his feet, and in an instant was bear hugging Troy. “I...I dreamed…”

“Shh, I know, baby boy,” Troy paused to comfort his sobbing boy. “We heard, and it’s understandable, with everything we’ve been through.” The brunet softly stroked Levie’s hair and kissed the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, for waking everyone,” Levie said.

“Don’t apologize, bro,” Brandon stated as he and Rhett embraced their brother.

“Why don’t you try and get some more sleep, Lev. Troy and I will go check in on Trace,” Jaycen said.

“Thanks for the offer, Dad, but I think I need to hold my kid,” Levie said as he slipped on a tee-shirt, and a pair of boxers, then stepped into his slippers.

Troy and Jaycen went to Brandon and Rhett’s room to get Tracey, while the others followed Levie down to the kitchen. Levie got a bottle of formula from the fridge, Greg turned on the Keurig, and made everyone a cup of coffee with the reusable K-cup. Brandon and Rhett got dessert plates, then retrieved the chocolate cherry cheesecake from the fridge.

“Damn, I’m almost expecting Dorothy, Rose, and Blanche to come walking through the door,” Troy commented.

The brunet handed Tracey to his Papa Levie, then giggled, and dodged his husband’s playful head slap. Everyone shared a good chuckle and settled down. Greg wiped his and Levie’s tears as the redhead fed, then burped the youngest male in the room. The other two couples were enchanted by the loving parent/child bond they witnessed.

“Bran, Rhett, do you two want kids?” Troy asked.

“At some point,” Brandon answered. He smiled, then kissed his boyfriend.

“It makes me happy to know, that when we do have kids, they’re gonna be surrounded by an amazing, and loving family.” Rhett had to stop and wipe his tears as Brandon embraced him. “You guys are the family I wish I had growing up.”

Greg, Jaycen, and Troy were up, and out of their seats. The men had their arms around the emotional brunet before he knew they’d moved. Levie held Tracey, and laid his head on his newest brother’s shoulder.

“The important thing is, you’re here now, little bro.” Troy firmly stated.

“Yeah, Rhett. You belong here, with your Aunt Sarah, Uncle Bill, and us,” Jaycen said.

“Damn, I love this family,” Brandon exclaimed joyfully.

“Love and support, are two things this family has an unending supply of,” Levie said as he kissed Tracey, then handed him to Greg.

Jaycen smiled and then invited everyone to join hands. “Brandon, Rhett, and Greg, I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but…”

“That doesn’t mean we love you guys any less, that’s why you three are now part owners of the ranch...” Troy continued.

Levie finished, “Jaycepop, Troypop, and I want this entire property to always be family owned, and something for future generations to be proud of. So, the ranch’s ownership is now split six ways. We each have an equal say. From now on, any changes have to be agreed upon by all of us. Also, Bill, will be a tiebreaker, should one ever be needed.”

Greg, Brandon, and Rhett were speechless.

“G-guys, I understand Bran, and Greg being made owners, but why…” Rhett started to ask.

Levie giggled, and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s neck. “Because, you’re Bill, and Sarah’s nephew, and my Levienapping brother.”

Everyone broke up with laughter as Rhett pulled Levie into his lap, and with Brandon holding him down, tickled the redhead into hysterics.

Jaycen, and Troy nodded at one another, and Troy went upstairs. He returned a couple of minutes later, with two envelopes. The oldest redhead wolf whistled, and got everyone’s attention. “We’ve got one more thing to give out.”

Troy smiled and walked over to Levie and Greg. He lovingly picked up Tracey, and handed him to Brandon, and Rhett.

“Greg, Lev…” Jaycen paused, wiping tears from his eyes. “You two are an amazing pair, and are gonna do unimaginable things together.”

Troy continued for his husband. “We love you boys, more than you’ll ever know.” He handed one of the envelopes to Lev. Then he looked at Brandon and Rhett. “We also have something for you two.” The brunet smiled and handed the other envelope to Rhett, since Brandon was holding his nephew.

The recipients shared a shocked look with one another before looking at what they were handed. The four men gasped when they saw the contents.

“Dads, how?” Lev starred to ask.

“Bropops, we can’t accept…” Brandon began.

“You can, and will.” Jaycen said. He and Troy couldn’t contain their laughter.

“Lev, and Greg your week long cruise, and the week long hotel and spa stay for Brandon and Rhett are a combined gift. Mama Ev, and Papa Lyle put in for half on both. We provided the rest.” Troy said.

Jaycen and Troy were bombarded with hugs and kisses from the emotional younger men, while Tracey was passed around to someone who wasn’t being shown affection at the moment.

Everyone looked as the darkness of early morning brightened. Greg started another pot of coffee, while everyone else worked on breakfast. They knew it wouldn’t be long before Oakridge and the ranch would be bustling with activity. The men were fixing their plates when the kitchen door opened.

“Good morning Reenie,” Troy greeted. He placed his plate on the counter, then walked over and hugged the new arrival, with the others doing the same.

Everyone’s expressions changed from smiles to looks of concern when they saw the bubbly woman’s smile was absent.

“What’s wrong, Reenie?” Lev asked as he handed her a cup of coffee, and plate of food.

The pastor thanked her guys, then looked into Jaycen and Troy’s eyes. “Jayce, Troy, I’ve got some distressing news.”

The couple nodded as they sat down on either side of their honorary sister. Moving in sync, Jaycen, and Troy each clasped one of Maureen’s hands.

Jaycen looked into the woman’s teary eyes. “Whatever it is, Reenie, we’ll deal with it as a family.”

“I don’t know how to say this, other than to come right out with it,” Maureen said. She took a deep breath, and wiped her eyes. “There was a miscarriage last night. The twins died.”

The men stood in complete silence as tears fell. Requests of comfort were asked for the families affected by the loss.

“You may need some time to process the loss, but I’ve talked things over with my wife, and we’d like to make an offer.”

Jaycen and Troy wiped their tears and held each other.

“What’s the offer, Sis?” Troy asked.

“If you two are still interested in being parents again, Pat and I would be honored to be surrogates for you,” Maureen paused. “This offer expires after we’re no longer able to conceive.”

It took a second for the married couple to stare into each other’s eyes and silently come to a decision. They smiled, nodded, and then faced Maureen.

“We’re more than grateful, Reenie, and have no desire of turning you and Pat down. We’ll start making arrangements and plans after the holidays,” Troy said.

“However, there’s one condition,” Jayce added with a boyish mischievous grin.

“What’s the condition, Jayce?” Maureen asked.

“That you, and Pat are involved with our children’s lives,” The couple said in unison.

“It’s a deal, however, I’m adding my condition.” Maureen’s grin was equal to Jaycen’s

“Which is?” The couple asked.

“That you two are the ones making the decisions, and are responsible for the raising of the children. Pat and I have no desire to be anything more than Aunts to any kids we carry for you guys,” she paused. “It’s not that we don’t want to love the kids, but we’re not meant to be physical parents. We love kids, as long as we can have them visit, then return to their homes.”

“It’s a deal,” Jaycen, and Troy stated in unison.

The kitchen erupted in a boisterous celebration. The rest of breakfast was spent with everyone talking about the next day’s wedding, Christmas, and future plans.

Halfway through the day, Greg took a break and went in search of his mate. The brunet started getting nervous when he couldn’t find Levie anywhere.

Greg had the idea to check the stable. He walked inside, noticed Tri’s stall was open, and his mate’s steed was gone. He retrieved Dawn’s Light from his stall. “C’mon boy, let’s go find your Papa Lev, and Tri,” Greg whispered into the horse’s ear. The brunet held on tight as Dawn’s Light whinnied, reared up on his hind legs, and took off into the woods.

Levie, and Triton stopped outside the Stillman cemetery, where his parents were buried, and, where he’d be buried alongside his family. He dismounted the proud steed, and after opening the gate, they entered the sacred ground. The pair stopped in front of the giant pink marble heart shaped headstone with his parents names, birth, and death dates etched in the top of the heart.

Troy, and Jaycen were halfway to the cemetery, the couple were on Samson, Jaycen’s white stallion. They stopped, Jaycen turned his steed towards Greg, and Dawn’s Light. “We wondered how long it’d take for you to catch up,” Jaycen said.

“How…?” Greg started to ask.

The older men giggled.

“We can feel the bond strengthening between you, and Lev. It won’t be long before you guys are as bonded as Jayce, and me,” Troy said. The trio continued their trek up the ridge to the cemetery.

“When did you two know you were the ones for each other?”

Jaycen quickly turned his head and smiled at his mate, sitting behind him. The redhead squirmed a bit, and softly giggled when Troy’s fingers slightly wiggled and pressed into his sides. “Careful babe.”

Troy chuckled and kissed his husband’s shoulder. He looked over at Greg, and winked. “Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer that,” The brunet said.

Jaycen nodded in agreement. “It’s like we’ve always said. Somehow we’ve always known we’d be there for each other, and that nothing would ever sever our connection.” He looked at the younger man. “Are your feet a little cold, baby bro?”

Greg blushed and squirmed atop his steed, and nodded. Jaycen brought Samson to a halt, causing Greg to do the same with Dawn’s Light. They all dismounted, and Greg found himself in the middle of a double bear hug. He let his tears fall on the older men’s shoulders as the love flowed between their hearts. “I...I don’t want Lev to know I’m nervous.”

Jaycen gently lifted Greg’s chin. “Bro, that’s exactly what he needs to know. Chances are, he’s feeling the same things.”

Jaycen placed his hands on Greg’s shoulders as Troy wrapped his arms around the brunet from behind, and laid his head on the taller man’s back.

“It’s okay, and expected to be nervous, Greg. Honestly, we’d be worried if you two weren’t,” Troy said. “That’s where the trust, and love between you boys needs to be relied upon. It’ll only bring you closer, and strengthen your bond.”

Greg smiled and kissed his brothers “It’s no wonder, my prince is so amazing. He’s been raised by two of the best men I’ve ever met.”

“Linda, and Tom were just as amazing, you, and Bran are proof of that,” Jaycen said as he and Troy wiped their tears.

The trio continued talking as they walked the rest of the way to the cemetery gates. They stopped, and softened the sound of their approach, so they didn’t disturb Levie’s time with Mark, and Stacey.

Thanks for listening, Mom and Dad. I love you both.” He turned and opened his arms. “You guys didn’t have to stay away, I could feel your presence,” Levie said as he was embraced.

“We wanted to give you your time with Mom, and Dad, baby boy,” Jaycen said. He and Troy walked up to the headstone, and placed their hands on the marble, and their hearts. “We love you, Mom, and Dad,” they said in unison.

Greg slowly approached the stone, and bowed his head. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt a strong loving presence surround him, and enter his soul. “Thank you, for always watching over our blended family. I wish I could’ve met you, physically, but I’m more than happy knowing you two through Lev, the Bropops, Mam-Maw Ev, and Pap-Paw Lyle.” He paused and wiped his eyes. “I love you both, and can feel your acceptance and love.”

Greg started to head back to his family, but stopped when he heard the sound of something scratching the marble. The brunet turned and gasped. “Umm, g-guys, you might wanna look at this,” he said in astonishment.

Levie, Troy, and Jaycen slowly approached their parent’s graves, held Greg’s hands as they watched a glowing message being etched into the heart’s blank space.

Once the writing finished, the men took their time to silently read the message from Mark, and Stacey. “Love is always present in our hearts. It’s the most precious, and eternal gift we can pass on to our growing family.”

The four guys had tear stained cheeks as they shared a loving embrace, and processed the amazing gift of love they just received. “We love you too, Mom and Dad,” they said in unison.

20. Love Is All That Matters

Levie’s eyes blinked as his senses wakened. The redhead smiled, as he stretched, and sat up.

“Good morning, my almost husband,” Greg softly whispered.

“Back at ya, my sexy knight,”

Levie giggled, then licked his lips as his mate threw the covers off, and revealed his muscular nude body. He leaned over, and started placing gentle, loving kisses on the firm hairy chest. Greg’s body slightly wriggled as low husky moans escaped his parted lips. Not a second later, hands massaged and caressed backs and asses. Fingers playfully tickled various spots, then worked their way into hot, sweaty holes, and dicks mashed into each other. The couples moans, and declarations of love, filled the room.

“I’m ready, my love.” Levie said.

Greg picked up the lube, applied a generous amount to his lover’s ass, and his twitching, veined, hard-as-steel cock. The tip of the brunet’s head, leaked precum as it lightly slid along the damp ass crack. Levie’s body squirmed, as his light boyish giggles reached his mate’s ears. Greg brought Levie’s bare feet up to his lips. While his dick slowly made its way into its tight destination, his saliva-coated tongue slipped between the plump toes.

Levie’s body arched, and his moans increased when Greg’s method of slowly making love to him, while suckling his toes brought the couple closer to a joint climax. Greg closed his eyes and let the bond and love between Levie and himself take over. Their bodies and senses were in total sync with one another, till finally, the couple shared an explosive united orgasm. Drenched in sweat, and in a state of euphoria, Levie, and Greg held each other, as they kissed.

“Babe/Prince,” The couple said in unison, before hysterically laughing.

“Damn, we’re already starting to sound like the bropops.” Levie stated.

“I know, love. On the way to the cemetery yesterday, they told me they could feel our bond strengthening.” Greg smiled and kissed Levie’s cheek. His eyes had a sparkle of mischief as his fingers gently kneaded between his mate’s ribs.

Instantly, the redhead’s body jumped, while his squeals and boisterous laughter flooded the room. “I had a crazy idea,” Levie said as soon as the tickling ceased.

“Me too, sexy.”

The couple smiled, when, after a couple of false starts due to speaking in unison, they realized they’d had the same thought. The men shared another kiss, then got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

“Let’s go wake the bropops.” Levie said as he slipped his bare feet into his slippers.

“Sweet!”

The pair stopped outside the older couple’s bedroom. Levie counted down from three. Then, at the same time, they burst into the room and jumped on the bed. They immediately discovered pillows under the covers. Levie, and Greg stood at the foot of the bed, and looked at each other. Finally, it dawned on Levie what was happening.

“Uh oh,” Levie said, just before they were tackled, and pinned face down on the mattress.

“Oh, shit,” Greg squealed.

The younger couple tried their best to get free, but were quickly rendered helpless, by Troy, and Jaycen.

“We got ‘em,” Jaycen hollered.

Brandon, and Rhett giggled, as they entered the room. Brandon, trapped Levie’s ankles in a choke hold, and Rhett got Greg.

“Not the feet,” the trapped couple hollered, when their slippers were removed.

The next sound heard, was hysterical cackles, and squeals as the very soon-to-be husband’s were subjected to a loving tickle attack. Levie, and Greg wriggled, and did their best to escape. Five minutes later, the tickling ceased, and the six men huddled together in a group hug.

“Boys, will be boys. No matter how old, or big they get,” Lyle said. The family patriarch chuckled as he shook his head.

“Good morning, Dad/Pap-Paw,” the guys said. They got up to properly greet the elder, peppering him with hugs, and kisses.

Lyle’s heart overflowed with love for his affectionate grown kids. “It’s good to know, somethings don’t change,” he paused. “When you’re all ready, c’mon downstairs. Ev, Linda, and Tom made breakfast. Before anyone asks, Trace is with us, he’s been fed, and changed.”

“Thanks, Pap-Paw,” Greg, and Levie said. Their unified response had the others giggling and shaking their heads. “We know, we sound just like our Bropops,” they said at the same time.

After Lyle headed downstairs, the guys worked together cleaning up the mess they made.

Greg smiled, looked at his brothers. “Alright Bropops, how’d you know what Lev, and I were gonna do?”

Jaycen wrapped his arm around Greg’s neck, gave him a kiss, and a noogie. The others laughed as the brunet squirmed and yelped. “Lev’s been waking us up the same way every chance he got.”

Troy wrapped his arms around Levie’s neck, and kissed the side of his head. “So, we planned with Bran, and Rhett, to ambush you guys.”

“Plan b was for us to get you guys in your room, in case you slept in,” Brandon said. He giggled and squirmed, when Rhett stood behind him, and tickled his hips.

“We wanted your special day to start with lots of love, and laughter,” Rhett said.

“You guys are freakin’ awesome,” Levie said.

The playful redhead giggled as he jumped onto his older brother, wrapping his arms around Jaycen’s neck, and his legs around his waist. Jaycen grunted, and stumbled a bit, but kept hold of the younger man. The pair smiled, stared into each other’s eyes, and laid their heads against one another.

“I love you, baby boy,” Jaycen said as he kissed Levie’s cheek.

“Love you too, Dad.”

Levie jumped down, and latched himself to Greg’s back. The brunet smiled as he gave his mate a piggyback ride to the kitchen, with the others following behind.

“These guys never cease to surprise me, with how bonded and loving they are,” Linda said. She wiped her tears, then gave the guys hugs and kisses.

“Are you two ready for the wedding?” Tom asked as he received his affection-filled greeting.

Levie, and Greg smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes. “We are,” they responded in unison.

Everyone sat at the table, and expressed their gratitude for the cooks, and the food that was prepared. As they were eating, they heard Maureen’s heels click-clacking into the room.

“Good morning, fam,” she happily greeted.

Jaycen, got up, and pulled a chair out for the new arrival. Then, he went into the kitchen, got a cup of coffee, and a plate of food. After sitting them in front of Maureen, he sat back down.

The pastor sipped her liquid ambition, and took a few bites. “So, how are the grooms, this morning?”

Levie, and Greg smiled. They each gave a thumbs up, at the same time, and continued chewing their food. This of course, had everyone cracked up in laughter.

“Reenie, we’ve got something to talk to you about, when you get a chance,” Greg said.

“Sure, Greg, just catch me anytime before the ceremony,” Maureen said. She smiled and leaned close to Jaycen whispering in his ear.

Jaycen nodded, and got everyone’s attention. “Guys, I know, we’d planned to have the wedding here, but it’s gonna be held at Reenie’s church.”

“Wow! Why the change?” Linda asked, after sipping her juice.

Maureen smiled. “There were more people than we expected who wanted to spend Christmas Eve with the blended family, and be a part of this happy occasion. Oh, everyone’s been notified of the change, you guys were the last ones.”

“You’re amazing, Reenie,” Levie said as he got up and kissed the overjoyed pastor.

Maureen smiled, and returned the affection. “The family is loved by many people, and Lev, you’re a big reason for that, kiddo.”

Tears welled in the redhead’s eyes as he stood between Jaycen, and Troy, with his arms on their shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Lev?” Maureen asked.

“He’s fine, Reenie,” Troy said.

“This always happens when he’s faced with how much he’s done for people,” Jaycen said. He smiled and kissed the younger redhead’s cheek. “Lev doesn’t see what he does as anything other than Lev, being Lev.”

Levie smiled, kissed Troy, and Jaycen, then sat in Greg’s lap. He giggled when Greg fed him what was left on both their plates. Everyone cleared their dishes, and loaded them in the dishwasher.

Greg caught up with Maureen, and explained what he, and Lev wanted to replace their vows with. The pastor’s tears trailed down her cheeks when he finished. He smiled and eagerly accepted her hug.

Rusty, and Leon sat beside Lyle, and Ev’lynn. Stuart, Damien, Bill, and Sarah sat behind them as part of the family. Since the wedding was a last minute affair, the dress was casual, including the grooms.

Levie chose to wear a mint green polo shirt, tan khakis, and his black two and a half inch ankle boots. He stood in front of the mirror, and smiled when he saw Jaycen, and Troy behind him.

“You look handsome, baby boy,” Jaycen said as he wiped his tears. “Damn, I told myself not to cry yet.”

Troy, and Levie, chuckled at Jaycen’s statement.

“Babe, you’ve got two sides, one’s a fierce and dangerous lion when something, or someone’s threatening the family. The other’s a big soft, teddy bear. Of course, you can cry,” Troy said. “Lev, we know you’re grown up, and don’t need us as much, however, Jaycepop, and I want you to know, that you’ll always be our boy. Even when we have kids of our own, you’re still our kid.”

Levie turned with tears falling down his cheeks, and faced the men who took care of him as long as he could remember. “Bropops, I know that biologically, I’m your brother. However, in my heart, soul, and mind, you’re both my dads, always have been. I’ve never met anyone else who did what you guys have done for me. You guys were just kids when you both chose to take care of, raise, and love me. Even though I’m marrying Greg, I still need you both. I’ll never stop needing you, and your love.”

“We love you, more than anything on this planet, Levie,” Jaycen said.

“We’re gonna go check on our other brokid,” Troy said as he, and Jaycen kissed Levie’s cheek.

Greg took a deep breath, and wiped the tears from his eyes. He chose to wear a vibrant red polo shirt, black jeans, and his black zip up one inch ankle boots. The brunet turned and smiled when he saw Jaycen and Troy enter the room.

“I don’t know who’s more handsome, you, or me.” Jaycen said. He cackled and fell to his knees as his mate, and brother launched a tickle attack on his sides.

Greg chuckled, “I’ll hold him down, while you get his shoes off, and tickle Jaycepop’s feet.”

“Okay, okay, you guys win. It’s a tie between Greg, and Lev,” Jaycen squealed. He smiled, and wrapped Greg in his arms. “All joking aside, you, and Lev are amazing people on your own. However, together, you’re unstoppable, and loving forces of nature.”

Troy joined the brotherly embrace. “You both make us, and the entire family, extremely proud.”

Greg’s tears streamed down his cheeks as he soaked up the love and devotion pouring from the older couple.

“Jayce, and Troy are right, son. You, and Levie are truly an amazing pair, and awe inspiring,” Tom said. He, and Linda smiled, and embraced the three younger men.

“My boy’s all grown up,” Linda said as she dabbed at her tears.

Greg giggled and kissed his Mom. “Maybe, but I’m still your boy, and will always need my Mom, and Dad.” He smiled and continued, “I’ll also need my Bropops.”

“Guys, it’s time,” Brandon said as he popped his head in the room.

“Are you guys ready to give me, and Lev away?” Greg asked.

Linda, and Tom smiled and hugged their son. “Never, but we are ready to share you, and Lev,” Linda said.

Jaycen smirked, “We’d never give you, and Lev away, not after what this wedding’s cost us.” He giggled and dodged the three attempts at head swats by Linda, Tom, and Troy.

Linda, and Tom went to retrieve Levie. He and Linda walked up to the younger redhead. They smiled when he stood between them, and kissed their cheeks.

“How’s my raven-haired knight holding up?” Levie asked.

“He’s ready and waiting for his prince to say, I do,” Linda said, with a proud smile. “Levie, We are overjoyed that you came into our lives, loved us, and loved our boys. You’ll always be our son.”

“I love you, and am proud you’re my Mama Linda, and Papa Tom,” Levie said. He wiped his tears and hugged the older couple. “I guess we should get going, otherwise, Greg’s gonna send out a search party.”

The church was brightly lit, with two decorated Christmas trees on either side of the alter. Maureen’s silver, and gold vertical striped pantsuit, and glittery golden stiletto heels sparked in the light. The pews were filled with smiling faces. Ev’lynn got up, and made her way to the microphones. She picked up her guitar, then started to play John Denver’s “Annie’s Song” and The Carpenters “We’ve Only Just Begun.” Once she finished, and got back to her place, Maureen nodded and motioned for everyone to stand.

Greg, Jaycen, and Troy walked up the aisle, arm in arm. They smiled, and were shocked at all the people who attended. When they got to the alter, the older couple hugged Greg, kissed his cheek, and then walked to the side where Levie would stand.

A second later, Levie, Tom, and Linda entered. Levie fought hard, to keep from breaking down. The love that filled the room, was almost overwhelming. Feeling his mate’s emotions, Greg forced himself to stand where he was, and not rush to his love’s side. When they finally made it to the alter, the couple embraced the emotional redhead, and kissed his cheek. They hugged and kissed Greg as Jaycen, and Troy did the same with Levie.

Maureen smiled, and gestured for everyone to sit. “On behalf of the grooms, their blended family, myself and Pat included, we thank you for being here with us.” She paused and gazed at the friendly faces staring at her, and the grooms. “This is truly a special day, and I’m honored to be the one chosen to join Greg, and Levie together in marriage. We know this was last minute, and in appreciation of any changed plans, the grooms have asked that we keep it on the short side. However, this morning, they asked for a few minutes to speak from their hearts.”

Levie, and Greg smiled as they kissed, then turned to face the guests.

“As Reenie said, we’re grateful for everyone here, celebrating with us,” Levie said.

“However, this day isn’t just about us,” Greg continued.

“It’s about love, and everyone who got us here today,” they finished in unison.

Greg smiled, and approached Lyle, and Ev’lynn. He gently clasped their hands, pulled them to their feet, and led them to the front. “Pap-Paw Lyle, you were the one who brought Lev, and I together,” He paused. “Mam-Maw Ev, you took Bran, myself, and our parents into your heart, and accepted us as family. We love you both.”

Greg and Levie hugged and kissed the older couple, and led them back to their seats, Then, after they kissed Tracey, Greg handed their son to Ev’lynn, as Levie led Brandon, and Rhett to the front.

Levie took a breath to compose himself. “Bran, the first day we met, you ended up saving me from myself, by talking me out of breaking up with Greg, because of past family issues,” He paused and wiped his tears. “Then, you saved me from dying.”

Greg looked into Rhett’s eyes. “By choosing to go after Troypop, you helped to save my soulmate, and son.”

“You’ll always be our brothers, and have our love.” Levie and Greg each hugged and kissed their brothers.

Next, they approached Maureen. “Thank you, for being like a big sister when I was a kid,” Levie said. “Also, thank you for helping to make this day possible, and for our future niece, and or nephew,” Greg stated as they embraced the pastor.

Finally, the couple clasped their parents hands. “Mama Linda, Papa Tom, thank you for taking Greg in, and loving him as your own kid,” Levie said. “Bropops, you are amazing men, and raised Levie to be the beautiful person he is today.” Greg stated. “We love the four of you, so much,” Greg and Levie said in unison as they embraced their parents.

The couple smiled, faced the crowd, and held hands. “We couldn’t let this ceremony pass without expressing thanks for the love and support of our family,” Greg said.

“And, this wasn’t scripted.” Levie giggled.

Maureen smiled. “Are you guys ready?”

Levie, and Greg chuckled, and nodded at the same time.

“Levie Michael Stillmont, do you take Gregory Allman Stillmont to be your husband? To stand by him, support his decisions, heal him when he’s sick, and defend him when he’s down?”

Levie turned to face Greg. “I do,” he proudly stated.

“Gregory Allman Still…”

“I do,” Greg blurted out, then blushed as he realized he’d jumped the gun.

“Oh, what the hell, it was a lot to say the first time,” Maureen said when her laughter subsided. She grinned, and looked at the young men. “Well, ya might as well kiss, and give these people the show they’ve been waiting for.”

Levie gasped as he was swept off his feet, and held in Greg’s arms. He giggled when the brunet kissed his nose. Once he was on the floor again, he wrapped his arms around his mate. “I love you, my brave knight.”

“I love you too, my prince.” Greg licked his lips, and dipped Levie as the couple shared a passionate, and proper kiss.

“I now present, Mr. and Mr. Greg, and Levie Stillmont,” Maureen said as she stepped back so the couple’s family could embrace the newlyweds.

Later, back at the ranch, Linda, Tom, Greg, Levie, Tracey, Jaycen, Troy, Brandon, Rhett, Lyle, and Ev’lynn stood, holding hands in front of Mark, and Stacey’s headstone.

“This writing wasn’t here before,” Lyle said as he and Ev’lynn got closer to examine the weathered stone.

“Which one of you guys had this done?” Ev’lynn asked.

“Umm, well, Mama Stacey, and Papa Mark wrote the message, yesterday. The Bropops, Lev, and I saw it.”

Linda looked skeptical. “C’mon, Greg, I know, I’ve seen some incredible things, but a new message from the beyond?”

Before anyone else could say or do anything else, a soft golden light surrounded them. Everyone gasped when they saw the two glowing angelic beings.

“We knew we had to make an appearance today,” Mark said with a smile. “What we did isn’t easily believed, by anyone who didn’t witness it.”

“Mark, and I love all of you, and are proud of our family. Remember, in life, and death, love’s all that matters,” Stacey said.

Everyone closed their eyes as they felt a warmth, and feeling of love fill their bodies. When they opened their eyes, the spirits were gone. Tears formed in the family member’s eyes as they kissed and embraced each other.

21. Epilogue

Not long after returning from their cruise, Levie, and Greg sat down and had a discussion about the future. Greg listened carefully as Levie explained his idea about cutting back on the day to day operation of the ranch, without giving up any ownership of the property. Greg asked him what he planned to do with the extra time, and was pleasantly surprised when he got the answer. The brunet took a few days to fully consider Levie’s plan, and the best course of action on how to bring it to fruition. That’s when he thought about going to their Papa Lyle.

Lyle was ecstatic when his grandsons approached him with Lev’s idea, and with Ev’lynn’s approval, sold the couple a modest three room office building they owned in town. The boy’s Mam-Maw, and Pap-Paw were very shrewd business minded people, the older couple stood firm as a mountain, and did not budge from the price they already had in mind, one dollar. Levie, and Greg each had to come up with half, and sign the deed. That way the building would be in both their names.

Next, the couple spoke with Levie’s Uncle Damien. As it turned out, the timing was perfect, because the successful real estate agent wanted to bow out of the business, and retire. The only reason he hadn’t already done so, was because there wasn’t anyone he trusted with his clientele. However, now that Levie came to him with his idea, the older man was excited for his honorary nephew, and nephew-in-law. Damien and Levie worked together furnishing the building, setting up the computer networks, transferring listings, and finally, put the name, “Family First Realty” on the front door.

Brandon, and Rhett, were given more responsibility on the ranch, and they got their real estate licenses, so they could help Levie with prospective clients. The couple never did have children of their own. However, it never bothered them, because, they were Uncle Bran, and Uncle Rhett to not only their own nephews, and nieces, but to countless kids over the years.

Bill, and Sarah moved into the cottage, Lyle, and Ev’lynn used to live in.

The family built another home, on the Oakridge property. Linda, Tom, Ev’lynn, and Lyle moved into that house, so they could be with their grandchildren, and the rest of the family. Linda, and Ev’lynn worked together, alternating days they worked at the real estate office, setting up appointments, and fielding phone calls.

Troy, and Jaycen also cut back on their days working on the ranch. The couple went back to school, and got the education credentials needed to become coaches. Troy became the swim team coach, and Jaycen, the football coach at their old high school. Under their leadership, the teams flourished, as did school pride, school spirit, and all the sports teams brought back more trophies as a result of the loving, family atmosphere the married couple encouraged. Troy, and Jaycen worked with the school, holding training camps, and team building sessions at the ranch. They inspired a number of students, and players, including their own kids, and grandchildren.

Mark, and Stacey’s legacy of spreading love, compassion, and acceptance continued to be passed one to each new generation.

The End.