The Long Road: Book One ~ The Long Road

Chapter Thirty~Nine

There is silence on the other end. Kyle's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID display. "Hi, Jay. Great. Thanks. I love you too. Bye. Adam, hang up. They've traced the call and your father is on his way to pick the woman up. Now we'll get some answers. C'mon. We're to meet him at the field office."

Without as much as saying goodbye, Adam hung the phone up.

Later, at the FBI field office, Jay, Kyle, and Adam watched through the observation window as Special Agent Hunter interviewed the woman.

"Ma'am, several calls from your phone have been made to the residence of Adam Matthews-Williams. As soon as someone answers the phone, the caller hangs up."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Lady, don't play dumb. I have the phone records right here." He held up a computer printout with several entries highlighted. "Seventeen calls were made to the Matthews-Williams residence over the past thirty days. In the state of Massachusetts, that's considered aggravated harassment. Not to mention the fact that the residence belongs to FBI Special Agent Jayson Matthews-Williams, Adam's father. Now start talking!"

A distressed look crossed the woman's face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was doing anything wrong."

"Jay", Kyle whispered. "Who is this woman? Why does she keep calling for him?"

"Shh, Kyle, I don't know, but we're going to find out."

"You honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Yes. I..."

"You still haven't answered my question. Why did you keep calling the Matthews-Williams residence and hanging up?" Agent Hunter pounded his fist on the table, startling the already frightened woman. "I want answers, and I want them now, or you're going to be charged with seventeen counts of aggravated harassment!"

"Okay. I was trying to get in touch with Adam Matthews-Williams. I think he might be my son."

This revelation had an immediate effect on the three men watching and listening intently. Adam sank into a nearby chair, wide-eyed, stunned into silence. Jay started to mull over the legal implications. In addition to the harassment charges, she could be charged with child abandonment and endangering the welfare of a minor, both felony charges.

Kyle reacted in his usual way, emotions overriding his common sense. "How dare that bitch try to worm her way into Adam's life after all these years. No way is she taking him away from us without a fight. I may not have given birth to him, but I'm more his mother than she will ever be. After all, I went through hell to adopt him, put my life on hold and raised him.

"I'm the one who was there to comfort him when the other kids picked on him and support him in his athletic and academic endeavors. Where the hell were you? You were nowhere to be found. Bitch, you want a fight, you got it!"

"Kyle, calm down. We don't know if she's really his mother. Besides, Adam's eighteen, legally an adult. She couldn't sue for custody of him, even if she were his birth mother. She abandoned him, which made him technically a ward of the state, and we legally adopted him. She has no claim whatsoever on him."

Having overcome his initial shock, Adam jumped up, rushed over to Kyle and hugged him. "It's okay, 'mom'. I'm not going anywhere but home with you and Dad, nowhere else. Actually, that's not entirely true. I'll be going over to Kelly's from time to time." He said in his usual irrepressible manner. "I don't care who she is, or who she thinks she is."

"And what makes you think you're Adam Matthews-Williams' mother?" Agent Hunter's voice was heard over the loudspeaker.

"He looks just like his father and twin brother." This time you could hear a pin drop in the observation room.

"Just because he may look like your husband and son doesn't mean he is your son."

"Isn't there some kind of test that can be done to prove it?"

"Yes, there is, but he has to agree to it. Since he is legally an adult, he can't be forced to submit to a DNA test without a court order."

Both men turned to look at their adored son. His eyes were unfocused, an indication he was deep in thought. "I wonder what's going through his mind right now." Kyle whispered to Jay.

"I don't know, but I'm sure he'll tell us if he wants us to know."

Is it possible she's my mother, and I have a brother? Adam wondered. He had always wanted a brother, but Kyle and Jay were unsuccessful in adopting another child. The judge that had approved Adam's adoption had retired, and the homophobic judge that replaced him not only turned down their initial request to adopt another baby boy, but warned them that if they pursued the matter, not only would their request be rejected, but he would overturn Adam's adoption as well.

Jay didn't think he could legally do that, but they decided not to take any chances. He was too precious to them to risk losing him. Since Adam was eighteen when the state law was passed barring same-sex and un-wed couples from adopting children, his adoption could not be overturned.

If I have the test, and it turns out she is my biological mother, K-Dad will have a cow, and J-Dad will probably bring her up on charges for abandoning me. On the other hand, I may have the brother I've always wanted. What do I do?

"I want to take the test." He told his fathers. Jay gave him an 'I-kind-of-figured-you-would' look while Kyle stared at him, in pain.

"Why, Adam?" He asked his voice breaking. "I thought you were happy with us. Were we cruel or unkind to you? What did we do to make you hate us?"

"Dad, it has nothing to do with either of you. You've never mistreated me. I'm very happy where I am, and I love you both."

"Then what is it, Adam? I don't understand."

"It has nothing to do with her. I couldn't care less if she's my mother or not. I only have one mother." He smiled at Kyle. "But if I have a brother, I'd like to know."

"I can understand that, Adam. But are you sure this is what you want?" Jay asked, placing his hand on Adam's shoulder.

"Yes, Dad, I'm sure."

"Okay. I'll arrange it. Be right back." He left and entered the interrogation room where he whispered something to Agent Hunter.

"You're in luck. The Matthews-Williams family has decided not to press charges, and Adam has agreed to the DNA test, but only to find out if he has a brother. He really doesn't want anything to do with you. Someone will be here shortly to administer the test. It will take approximately two weeks to get the results back. You will be contacted with the results when they become available."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I had nothing to do with it. If it were up to me, you'd be thrown in jail for child abandonment."


Two weeks later...


"Kyle, it's me. I need you and Adam to come to my office. The DNA test results are in."


"We have to wait until Adam is here. The results can only be released to him."

"I'll call him. He's out running around somewhere, getting the stuff he needs for the Academy."

"Okay. Just remember that, regardless of the results, he is our son, and nothing can or will change that. I love you, Kyle. See you when you get here."

"I'm on my way. I love you too, Jay." He hung up, and then dialed Adam's cell phone number.

"Insane asylum. Chief psycho speaking."

"Ha, ha, very funny. Listen, your Dad wants us to meet him at his office. The DNA test results are in."


"I don't know. They'll only release the results to you."

"Okay. We'll head right over."


"Yeah, Kelly's with me."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I promised her she'd be there when I found out. It's the only way I could get her to forgive me after not telling her I was found in a dumpster."

"Okay, it's your call."

"Thanks, Dad. We'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye son. I love you."

"I love you too, 'Mom'. Don't ever forget that."

Kyle smiled at that. Ever since that day in the observation room in the FBI field office, Adam would call him 'mom' from time to time, confirming Kyle's position in his life.


Later at FBI field office...

The door opened. "Adam Matthews-Williams?"

"That's me."

"I have the results of your DNA test here, but I need to see some identification." Adam took out his wallet and showed the agent his driver's license.

He opened the envelope. "The results of DNA tests are 99.997% accurate, and it indicates you are the son of Beth McCondor."

Kyle swallowed the lump in his throat and exchanged worried looks with Jay.

Adam went to them and hugged them both. "I told you no matter what the test results showed, you are still my parents. You always have been, and you always will be. I'm not giving up the only home I've ever known. I'm staying with you." He looked up and motioned Kelly over to join the group hug. Kyle started to cry tears of relief as his worst fears were alleviated. Adam knew who his biological mother was and chose to stay with him and Jay.

The agent reluctantly cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "Adam, your mother, and brother are in the next room. Would you like to meet them?"

Adam had been mulling over that question in his mind since the day he consented to the DNA test. "Am I required to?"

"No. It's your choice, strictly up to you."

"Does she and my brother know?"


"Erik, could we have a few minutes, please?"

"Sure Jay. I'll be right outside if you need me."

"Thanks." The agent left them alone. "Well, son, it's your choice. What do you want to do?"

"Would you all be upset if I wanted to meet and possibly get to know my brother?"

"No" responded Jay and Kelly, almost simultaneously.

"Yes" responded Kyle, drawing puzzled looks from everyone. "I wanted so badly to give you a brother or sister to grow up with, but I failed miserably. Now some stranger is going to give you something that I couldn't."

"Mom, it wasn't your fault the cool judge retired and the bigoted jerk who replaced him wouldn't allow you to adopt another child." Kyle could tell by Adam's facial reactions he had much stronger words in mind than a bigoted jerk. Fucking asshole would have been more appropriate, but he never used words stronger than damn or hell, or bullshit if he was really angry. "If it really upsets you, I'll leave and go home, to our home, and never mention it again."

"No son. You're a man now, and this is your life we're talking about. I'm not upset that you want to know your brother. I'm just upset that your father and I were not the ones to give you a brother."

"But you tried, and that means more to me than you can possibly imagine."

"What about your mother?"

"You're my mother. That other woman simply gave birth to me. I guess if I want to meet my brother, I have to meet her too."

"Okay, son. We'll meet you back home."

"NO!" came Adam's vehement response. "We, the four of us, are a family, and I want us to meet them as a family."

"And if they don't approve of your two gay fathers, or want nothing to do with you because of us?"

"To hell with them if they can't deal with it. Besides, I thought you all were curious to know how she found me."

"Yeah, I guess we are. When do you want to do this?"

"No time like the present."

"Okay." Jay walked over to the door, opened it and called to the agent who gave them the test results. "Erik, Adam wants to meet his mother and brother. He wants us there with him."

The agent came into the room. "Adam, are you sure? It could get ugly."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay. Let's go." he led them into the other room and made the introductions.

"Beth McCondor, Phil McCondor, this is Adam Matthews-Williams, his parents Jay and Kyle Matthews-Williams. I'm sorry, young lady. I don't know your name."

"I'm Kelly Anderson; Adam's fiancé."

Phil gave his mother a shocked look, clearly not expecting Adam to have two gay fathers. Adam, in turn, looked his mother over. His mother was petite, but looked quite elegant, about his fathers' age, which he didn't expect.

"Hello, Beth."

"Hello, Adam. I see you've grown up to become a very handsome young man. Call me mom."

"Why? I already have a mother." He placed his arm around Kyle's shoulders.

She gave him a puzzled look. "Son, they're gay..." she replied, stating the obvious, since Jay and Kyle were holding hands, fingers intertwined.

"Excuse me, but you gave up any parental rights to me when you threw me away in a dumpster. I am a human being, not something you can just throw away because you don't want it! My fathers wanted me so badly they risked everything to adopt me. They love me. And you know what, I couldn't care less if you like the fact they're gay or not.

"If you have a problem with that, deal with it. As far as I'm concerned, you gave up any right to even think about me when you threw me into that dumpster, and I hope you rot in fucking hell."

"Adam!" Jay exclaimed. "That was uncalled for." He never expected to hear that. Adam had never before used the 'F' word in any of its numerous forms.

"No, it's alright, Mr. Matthews-Williams. He has every right to be angry, even though his anger is misdirected." She held out her hands to him in an open gesture, knowing he would most likely not take them, as angry as he was. "Adam, please listen to me while I try to explain what happened."

"How can you justify throwing me into a dumpster?"

"I'm not going to justify it because I didn't do it. Your father did."

"Come again?"

"Let me start from the beginning..."

"The very beginning."

"I met your father in college at a fraternity party. We fell in love and got married. We did pot from time to time. Eventually, it got to the point where it just wasn't enough, so we started experimenting with other drugs, and ended up addicted to crack. Then I got pregnant with you and Phil. Both of you were born addicted, and two months premature. Phil was okay, but you had underdeveloped lungs and would not have survived without extensive medical care, which we could not afford, so I became a prostitute to try to raise the money for your medical care.

"Then one day I came home, to find all the money I had saved was gone, and you were gone as well. Larry, your father, told me he had sold you to get money for drugs. I lost it then. I took your brother and moved in with my mother. She tried to help me find you, but couldn't. Larry couldn't remember who he sold you to. It was then and there that I decided to get help. I checked myself into rehab. I'm clean now, and have been for fifteen years."

"A touching story" Adam responded sarcastically.

"But a true and verifiable one. I can give you the name of the rehab facility. I'm sure the agent who was just in here can look up my record and verify my story."

"No need," Jay said. "He's already done so. She's telling the truth, Adam, at least the part about the rehab."

"When I got out, I did everything I could to find you. I went to the hospital you were born in. I went to the Police. I even contacted the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. Nothing. No one could help me. But I never gave up hope."

"So where is my loving father now? I have a very strong desire to meet him. Meet him and make him a permanent resident of the nearest cemetery"

"Adam, that's not going to help matters any," Jay warned.

"He died from an overdose sixteen years ago. Do you want to know what we named you?"

"Not really."

"We named you Peter. Peter Toby McCondor."

"Thanks, but I'll stick to Adam James Matthews-Williams. I like it better. I am curious about one thing, though. How did you find me?"

"I was at your graduation. Sara Jones is my niece. Your speech was wonderful, by the way. When you stood at the podium, I couldn't believe the resemblance to your father. I started to wonder if you were my son. So, I looked up the number in the phone book and called. But each time you or your fathers answered the phone, I couldn't say anything. I was so nervous I could only get your name out. But I had to see you, to meet you, and know you're okay."

"You're not going to try to get me back? Not that it would do you any good to try."

"No, I'm not. Your speech convinced me you were very happy. I just wanted you to know the truth. Please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you. I don't feel anything towards you at all."

"I can accept that. But can we at least be friends?"

"No. Maybe someday, but not right now. Thirteen years of wondering who you were, and what I did to make you hate me so much you threw me into a dumpster is not something I can just overlook."

"I understand. Honey, listen. I'm a legal secretary for Linscome and Myers in Boston. If you ever want to talk, you can reach me there."

"Okay, but don't expect it to happen anytime soon."

She turned to Kyle and Jay. "You've done a wonderful job raising him. Thank you. It was nice to meet you all." She left.

"Adam, please don't judge her too harshly. Once she got her act together, she was a good mother."

"I wouldn't know about that."

"I do. You don't know how many times she cried herself to sleep, missing you and wondering if you were even still alive. She went through hell getting clean and sober, and trying to find you. She's a good person. If you have to be mad at someone, be mad at our father."

"I'm not mad at anyone. It's just that this is a lot to take in all at once."

"I can't even begin to understand what you're going through, but I'd like to be your friend, if you'll let me," Phil said, as tears start to form.

"I don't want another friend. But I would like a brother." Adam reached out and pulled Phil into an embrace, his tears flowing freely.

"I'd like that too," Phil said as he returned Adam's embrace.

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