Wanted: Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter One

"Congratulations Rory! Daddy is so proud of you!" I exclaimed excitedly as Rory came running to me and jumped on my arms. I received his grade for the first semester and viola, straight A from major subjects down to minor. I still can't believe he beat me when I was studying. Well, he can't be this smart if he didn't inherited it from me. Ahem.

At the age of twenty, I have my own restaurant, a house in London, Essex and in Bournemouth, a smart ass son, and the loving, supportive parents, brother and sisters. Mum let me run my own business instead of going to university to continue my degree in business. My step father owns two companies and a recording studio, which I am proudly to say that his studio produced some artists all over the city. My eldest sister, Leslie, helped me to dragged my restaurant in a high profit and well known one in the entire city. While her twin sister, Lassie, helped me with Rory the first time I adopted him two years ago. You can tell I had him when I was eighteen and he was already nine years old.

At first, Rory was shy and he seemed so fragile but I did all my best to mild him into a new bolder Rory, which ended very well. Mum and Lauret, my brother, always saying that I should find a 'husband' and a 'Papa' to Rory because we both need another man to complete our 'family'. But for me, Rory is enough. He is my life. Rory is my everything.

It went down to Rory and me discussing about it. He told me, "I want you to be happy, dad, with someone else. I know you're happy with me but I'm only your son. You need a man who'll love you and cherish you, too, like you're doing to me. And I want to have a Papa, dad. I'll admit it, I'm kind of jealous on Kyle, he got two daddies. Coreen, with her two mums. I mean, I want us to be a complete family, dad."

I think about it the whole night. Rory is right. He needs a Papa and I need a man, too. But he doesn't know what happened to me on my last relationship with another boy. Back then, I swore to myself I wouldn't need a boyfriend to fulfill my happiness so I planned on adopting a kid. But this kid is pushing me to have one.

"You're heavy, Rory." He laughs at me and we high five each other.

"I am your baby, dad. But I'm getting bigger and heavier." Time flies so fast. He was just a small boy before that I can carry all around, play with and now, in two more years, he's going to be a teenager.

"I know, mate." I nodded, placing my arm around his shoulder and lead him to the car. "This is a treat, I sense." I teased him, opening the door and let him sit inside.

"Surprise me, dad." He said before closing the door. I jog my way around the car and seated myself in. The drive was the usual, we talked about his day and mine, asked me how my restaurant goes, told me stories about his classmates and the new kid whom he kindly helped through the day.

"What's his name?" I asked still my sight on the road.

"Brent. He came from Ireland with his two daddies." I bit my lip on the mention of two daddies. I wish Rory wouldn't start about it. "He lives two blocks from home. He asked me if I could help him unpack some of his things, can I help, dad?" I look over to him and give him a sweet smile.

"I'll drop you after we eat." I am so thankful to have a sweet, kind, intelligent and loving son. I could've wish anything but only him.

"I knew it you're going to do that, dad." Ah, and his smart ass remarks, too. "Be friends with his parents, too, for me, dad. Please?"

I laugh at him and ruffle his hair with my free hand. "I'm going to do that, though. You don't have to beg."

"I just did, dad." He grins.

"Charming." I parked my car in my own parking lot since this my own establishment I made my own parking lot so that I don't have to run along with another cars and owners.