The Stolen Bride

Dinner With The Hatchways

Michael sat in his room with his friends. "Joe, I need your help."

"What do you need, Mike? You know I'm down for anything, man."

"I require a baby," Michael said.

Joe shot Michael a puzzled look. "A baby? It's going to be hard to steal one of those."

"I can't steal it. It has to be mine. My father is going to have it tested to make sure."

Peter looked at Joe, then Michael. "What do you mean?" Peter asked.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair. "Matthew showed himself to Sir out of all things. I'd rather he'd just tried to escape and got shot by the guards. Sir is demanding I give him a practice grandchild, or I get to marry Marvin the fatso."

Peter looked around and shut the door. "Oh no, Michael, you don't want to come out as a poofter, do you mate?"

Joe chuckled, "You be a laughingstock"

"I'm not gay," Michael said.

Peter stared at his best mate. "Well, you are, ain't you?"

"Matthew's the only guy I ever truly risked it for, though I did have others in America, I consider myself straight with the occasional gay appetite though you can call me bisexual. Trust me, I rather marry Hatchway's daughter, so what do you say?"

Joe grabbed a laptop from the bed, only to have Peter snatch it back from him. Joe sighed, then turned to Michael. "So, what do you need from me?"

"The use of your pet. I'll pay in favours and cash. I need to put a baby in her and when the baby's born, dad will test the baby, and you will have your pet back."

Joe rubbed his temples. "Why not, Peter? You two share everything. Hell, your dad practically adopted him. I mean, he drives your car, walks into your house, and practically lives here."

Michael smiled at Peter. "True, but Peter and I will never share pets. Peter's taste in pets are well kind of like Benny's too young, no offence Pete, but not my taste."

"Why not a new prowl, then?" Joe asked.

Michael shot Joe a wicked grin. "Want to go to prison, Joe? My father can keep the coppers at bay, but not if we start getting reckless. Matthew getting taken right in front of the bouncer was reckless in-itself. There are bound to be questions. If I take another now, the public might demand an investigation. It has to be your pet. I'll pay ten grand for the baby."

"Twenty and we got a deal for the baby."

Michael dressed in his best suit."Twenty grand uh well ain't you smart pet Joe. You got a deal. Alright, time for dinner, boys." Michael checked himself out in the mirror, before peter playfully hit him in the neck.

Peter took Michael by the hand. "You look good mate, time to go."

The three of them went downstairs with Michael and Peter walking side by side hand in hand.

Michael watched as Steven Hatchway walked in with his wife and daughter. The sound of the intercom bell could be heard throughout the mansion. Michael ignored it. No, Matthew, not now. "Mr. Hatchway, welcome to our home."

The Intercom bell rang again.

"What is that noise?" Jan asked.

Michael said, "It's the intercom machine, father. You remember the one I had installed for Matthew?"

Christy Hatchway smiled at Michael, "Who's Matthew?"

"A sick, distant cousin of mine from America." Michael said.