Authors: L. A. Gilbert
“Kier,” his dad began softly. “You have always been the source of my complete pride and joy, I
promise
you that.” He swallowed visibly. “But… you’re right. I didn’t realize that things had become as… impersonal between us as they had, until we had that talk about college. And we still need to talk about that.”
His dad nodded and said nothing for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. When he spoke, it was with a heavy frown. “Okay. Okay, cards on the table?”
“There are a few things….” He cut Kieran a quick look. “One thing in particular that I’ve been keeping from you, because I was worried how you might feel about it.”
His father pressed his lips together in a tight line, not looking at him. “I just thought you were getting on with teenage-like things. That you were okay, just distracted by growing up, like every kid should be.” He looked at Kieran, looking as remorseful as he’d ever seen him. “I had no idea that I’d left you all alone. I’m so sorry, Kier bear. I feel terrible that you ever felt alone.”
Although those were words he’d waited a long time to hear, Kieran couldn’t help but notice that he’d dodged his original statement about the girlfriend. “Why won’t you talk to me about her?”
His father wouldn’t look at him. Instead, he clasped his hands together and leaned forward with his forearms resting across the desk. “It’s… Kier, it’s not so straightforward.”
“Then it’s me. You’re embarrassed by me.”
“No! Stop it.”
“That’s the shit I got at school, you know. Got called a freak all the time. How do you think it feels to know my own dad thinks the same?” He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to become upset or storm out of there. “
God
, why do you think I want to leave so badly?” He jumped when his father’s palm slapped down on the desk.
Kieran stood, his chair rolling back behind him. “Then what is it?” He was quickly losing the battle to stay composed. “I get that you’re busy with the restaurant. I’d even understand if you weren’t around as much because you’d met someone, but why can’t you include me in this one part of your life?”
“Yes, it is!” He glanced at the framed photograph on his father’s desk and then back at his dad. “What, do you think I’m going to feel like you’re trying to replace my mom? I don’t even remember her!”
“Then what is it? Because I’m really at a loss here. I mean, do you think I don’t want you to be happy? If you’ve met someone and you’re in love, then that’s great, okay? I’m happy for you and I want to be a part of that. But… but it’s like you’ve made yourself a new little family that doesn’t include me. And I
know
how childish that sounds, but I really don’t give a shit anymore.”
“Why did you have to make it a choice? Why did it have to be her or me when it could have been so much easier as a three? Why was
I
the one that got cut out? Why did you choose her over me?”
His dad rose from his seat, both hands braced on the desk. “I was trying to protect you! I did not choose! There was no
choosing
involved!”
“Then why can’t I meet her? Why can’t I meet your girlfriend?” “You want to meet her?”
“Yes!”
“Fine!” his dad yelled, moving from behind the desk. He headed to the door and then paused, pointing back at him. “Sit your ass down in that chair!”
Kieran sat automatically, unaccustomed to his father yelling at him. He sat there for a few moments, catching his breath and feeling shaky. He started when not a minute later he heard voices down the hall. One was his father, dragging someone who was clearly reluctant to be dragged anywhere.
Kieran blinked—that wasn’t a woman’s voice. He stared stupidly when his father reappeared, his hand gripping someone—whom he recognized to be the head chef—by the arm. Silence fell over the room as they stared at one another, Kieran clearly confused, his father fearful, and the chef stunned.
The chef—Steven, apparently—stood there looking as dumbfounded as Kieran felt, and weakly waved a hand that still held a greasy spatula. “H-hello, Kieran.”
“The amount of times I’ve pestered you into letting me meet him and
this
is how you introduce us?” Steven then pulled his arm free of his father’s grip so he could step forward and offer his free hand to Kieran. “Hi Kieran, I’m Steven. I promise you I’m not usually this greasy and grimy looking, and I am going to kick your dad’s butt for introducing me with so little finesse.”
His dad seemed to flinch and then crouched in front of Kieran, his hands resting on Kieran’s knees. “Kier, I am the same guy you knew five minutes ago. I am still your dad.”
It dawned on him that his father was afraid of his reaction. The idea was so ridiculous, he couldn’t even move. “This is why you wouldn’t introduce me to your girl—I mean… I guess… boyfriend?”
“You’re not embarrassed by me?” he asked quietly, feeling an overwhelming relief begin to engulf him. He was distracted by Steven, however, who snorted loudly behind him.
“Oh my God, Kieran, he
adores
you, honestly. All he talks about is the two of you running restaurants together, and about how brave and unique you are, I swear.”
“The only reason I’ve been so closed off and secretive about this is because I didn’t know how to bring this to you. I didn’t know how you’d feel about it, and I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed or even more singled out at school. I am so sorry that you thought it was because I didn’t care.”
Steven, who was glancing between father and son and looking worried, took a hesitant step closer and placed a reassuring hand on his father’s shoulder. “I know this may be a lot to take in, but ultimately it’s irrelevant, isn’t it? He’s still your dad. Nothing else has changed.”
There was something hysterical bubbling up inside of him, and he didn’t know if it was laughter or tears. He put his head in his hands and groaned. Things could have been so different if he’d only known. Or if he’d just come out himself. These past few years would have been so much easier to bear, for the both of them.
His father glanced back at Steven, who shrugged, and then he turned back to Kieran and rubbed his knees. “O-okay, does this… are you mad, or…?”
Kieran snorted, shook his head, and then stood. His dad followed, rising slowly and then blinking in surprise when Kieran was suddenly in his arms, hugging him ridiculously tight.
He let go of his dad, looking up at him anxiously. He shook his head, let out a watery, quiet laugh, and then sniffed. “Dad, do you—do you remember my friend Drew?”
“Oh my goodness,” Steven said quietly, his brows disappearing into his hairline and his lips pressing together to smother a smile as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at Kieran’s father. “You
are
an idiot.”
Kieran smiled a little sadly and then sank into his dad’s arms again, hugging him tight. “It’s okay. And I don’t mind if you’re gay. It would be kind of hypocritical of me if I did. But the being-an-idiot thing? That
has
to go.”
Steven gasped. “My crab cakes!”
The waiter shook his head. “In the garbage.”
The waiter disappeared and Steven turned back to the pair of them. “Well, I’m going to get back to the kitchen; you two should talk a little more.”
“Wait.” Kieran pulled out of his dad’s arms and stepped toward Steven, offering his hand in a proper handshake this time. “It’s really nice to finally meet you, Steven.”
Kieran laughed and let go. They watched Steven disappear with a final supportive grin aimed at his father. Kieran looked at his dad, then let out a loud bark of a laugh. “How dumb is this?”
His dad shook his head. “It’s pretty unbelievable. I can’t believe I never picked up on you being gay. Aren’t parents supposed to innately know these kinds of things?”
His father shook his head and pulled Kieran into his arms once more. “I could have made life so much easier for you if I had just told you from the beginning. I’m sorry, Kier.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“I hated being so angry at you.”
His dad snorted. “Yeah, me too.”
“I wanted to move away as far as possible.”
Kieran took a moment to find his words. “I… I don’t think I ever actually wanted to go. I think I just wanted to leave you, like I thought you’d left me.”
His dad laughed and ruffled his hair. “How about we close up early tonight? We’ll wait for the customers we have to finish up, and then we’ll have our pre-graduation dinner as planned.”
They graduated in alphabetical order, so Drew should have been the first up on that stage and then him, but they hadn’t even called his name. So while his dad stood there with Steven, talking to one of his teachers, he looked around desperately for the one person who could possibly shed a little light on the situation.
He spotted Matt with Travis and who he assumed were his parents, and strode over without a second thought. He didn’t even wait politely for a pause in conversation; he merely shook Matt’s elbow, a nervous smile playing on his lips.
“Kieran, what are you doing?” Matt pulled his arm away. “You got a second?” He glanced at Travis and waved.
Matt sighed and turned back to his parents to excuse himself. He looked at Kieran and lifted his chin in the direction of the exit to the assembly hall. “Come on.”
“Where is he?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Matt said sarcastically.