CHAPTER 4
With Justin by his side, Brian, carefully was carrying a bouncy happy Gus.
As they hit the last stair step, a concerned faced Lindsay holding a small cloth bundled with ice, ignored Gus's out reached little hands and his chirpy "Mam!" As she rushed past them, and quickly mounted the stairs to see to her lovers wounds.
Brian and Justin didn't miss the glare she'd sent toward the peppy baby either, and when they looked slowly at each other, they both raised a brow at her odd behaviour toward the baby.
"This just gets more and more interesting doesn't it?" Brian asked Justin under his breath.
Justin, who didn't know what to say, just shrugged, and tickled the tiny tummy, causing the baby to squeal happily as he grabbed at Justin shiny blond hair. But, although
Justin was ready for the tiny tike this time, he almost missed the last step, in his victory.
Gus just smirked, or had gas, Brian wasn't sure which, but the boy was obviously picking up some of Mel's hateful traits, and Brian didn't know if he liked that or not.
Once settled in back down stairs, as they were finishing up their thick slices of red cake iced with cream cheese frosting and cooling coffee's in the living room, Brian had one hand tucked around the baby's waist as Gus giggled and bounced on his daddy's knee, making his presence well known with lusty laughs.
Brent grinned good naturedly at the beautiful baby, as Gus giggled and shot him a sly gummy grin.
Clapping his tiny hands, he slowly batted his long dark lashes at the man seated across from him.
Looking intently at Brent for a moment with his bright golden hazel-leaf eyes, he grinned as he sucked on a tiny white frosted finger.
Brian had tried to feed the baby a little bite of the stuff from his fork, but Gus had insisted in indignant baby garble, that he be allowed to poke his OWN finger into the creamy white frosting, and had started to fuss and buck, when Brian didn't quickly comply.
Both Brent and Justin had snickered at the instant way the baby had wrapped his doting daddy round his tiny finger.
Cooing, Gus had looked shyly away from Brent, then bouncing again, he tried to swoop over and grab at the startled lawyer.
Justin, who was seated next to Brian, snatched the tiny body in mid air as Gus launched himself at Brent.
Brent snickered as he recognized that *Kenny stare* Saying, "Well there is NO doubt Jr. here is your kid Kinney. Just look at him flirting and take dangerous chances!"
Before Brian could retort, Melanie and Lindsay swooped back into the room. At Melanie's nod, Lindsay snatched Gus from his daddy's arms.
The baby bucked and kicked and screamed, "Ni, NI! Wan Da da da da dada!"
Twisting in her arms, he pitched one hell of a tiny queen out as he kept on chanting, and bouncing, screeching at the top of his little lungs, "NI NI WAN DADADAADDAD, NI!" Brian's heart broke for his son as he watched Melanie's nasty smirk as Lindsay now moved quickly and stood beside her, keeping the grasping baby easily away from Brian's reach.
But every time Mel would try and touch the baby, Gus would shiver and push her away, and shake his little head. Then he bucked backward smacking Lindsay in the chin, and then launched himself forward so hard, so quickly, if Brian hadn't instantly jumped up and caught him, Gus would of done a header on the wooden floor.
But, no sooner was he safely tucked inside his daddy’s strong arms, Mel roughly snatched him up, and held him tightly to her around his middle, still smirking at the men.
Gus's little face then turned beet red from the discomfort as he wiggled and squirmed to get out of her obviously painful grasp. Taking a deep breath as he looked so helpless and pleadingly at Brian, he began to flail his little arms and kick his tiny feet screaming, "DaDADADADADAD! WAN! NI! DADADA!" Mel just held onto his little stomach even tighter as she glared at Brian saying,
"We've talked it over, Lindz and I have decided Gus will be staying with the Peterson's while we are away and NOT you and you're," She cut her eyes hatefully at Justin who now was glaring just as hard at her right back, as she inclined her head toward him with a nasty look on her pinched face as she said, "latest chew toy, or whatever you would be doing with a child so young. God Brian, have you NO shame? Anyway, we have decided that you're just not good for the boy to be around anymore Brian. After he's even a few minutes in YOUR company, he acts SO strange. You will be hearing from our lawyer soon. Oh, and according to Lindz, you owe us more money for those things you'd promised her you'd buy for Gus. He still needs that new baby furniture and clothes you'd promised us too. But, I told her, not to count on YOU Brian, you're words mean shit! Now, listen up and listen up good you stupid fag, I want those parental rights Brian Kinney and I will have them! Oh and that million dollar life insurance policy as well. We all know you're going to end up dying of aids anytime soon anyway, so it's in your son's best interest, that YOU sign that fucking policy. Until you do, say good bye to the baby Brian, because you're not going to set eyes on him AGAIN until YOU do! You never wanted this stupid baby to begin with Brian, and believe me, when he's old enough to understand? I'll be sure and tell him that fact every single day of his life, you sorry son of a bitch!" She now screamed to be heard over the din of the hysterical baby.
Brent had seen enough. Never in all his years as a guardian ad litum had he ever seen such a messed up, fucked up situation.
It was obvious to him, that these women were just using the child to control and bleed his wealthy client and friend, Brian Kinney.
He had been shocked at the enormous amounts Brian had already shelled out to the two greedy dykes for the upkeep of his infant son.
And, as a guardian ad litum, he didn't care for the callous way they were treating this adorable child as well.
Gus had gone from a carefree baby to a shivering ball of nerves in less than a minute, and he acted like he could care less for Melanie.
In fact? He seemed to be afraid of her as he seemed to prefer his birth mothers arms, but then, when faced with Lindsay or Brian, it was obvious the baby chose his daddy above all else. .
Brent suspected abuse. And, lucky for Brian, Brent had a sure fire way of proving it, if indeed that were the case.
But, in his professional opinion, getting Gus Peterson-Marcus-Kenny away from an obviously violent situation was apparent, and action was needed, now.
Looking at Brian he snapped, "Kinney, get your kid we're leaving."
At Melanie's and Lindsay's gasps and outright screams of "NO! FUCK NO!"
Brent just looked them both up and down cruelly as he snarled, "I am about 2 seconds away from calling child protection services! Now, YOU choose huh? Gus goes with his legal father, RIGHT NOW or? He goes to stay with strangers, TONIGHT! Either way, I cannot in good judgement allow this child, this little innocent baby to be used as a pawn any longer! “YOU CHOSE! His legal daddy? or complete strangers! TICK TOCK Bitches."
Snatching his phone from his belt at the same time Brian snatched Gus from a shocked and weeping Melanie Marcus, flipping it open, Brent's finger was now poised over a silver button, glaring at them both, and just daring them to push him even further than they already had by their outrageous behaviours.
When the women remained mute, he decides as a court appointed attendant, to make a move.
Looking at the young boy sitting there gape mouthed, Brent snapped, "Justin? Go upstairs and pack a few things for Gus. Just his baby bag, with some diapers and a few clothes, and a couple of bottles of formula. I'm sure Brian can get the rest of the stuff he needs, right Bri?"
Brian who was feeling he's been trapped in a bad re-run of Father Knows Best, could only nod.
In no time at all, Justin was back downstairs with a full baby bag for the baby now cooing in his daddy's arms.
As the foursome walked confidently to the front door, Melanie found her voice as she barked, "Brent, Brian! You, you can't do this, it's illegal! I'll, I mean Lindsay will press charges Brian! I swear on your Christ, and you can bet your whore ass, that I make sure that YOU'LL never see your son again!"
Brent just turned around, after motioning for both Justin and Brian to take Gus to the car, and said, "No, Ms. Marcus, that's where you're wrong, dead, wrong. By the time I file my report and sue you on behalf of my client Brian Aiden Kinney on the grounds of suspected child endangerment and abuse, YOU'LL be the one who will never see Gus again! NOT my client.
Unless you care to explain the finger bruises Justin has discovered on Gus?"
As Melanie and Lindsay guiltily first stared at each other, then looking down at the floor, and both had turned sheet white, Brent smirked.
He'd been lying out of his ass, as Justin had done NO such thing, but, his hunch had paid off in spades, judging from their obvious guilty reactions.
Showing them his pearly whites, he purred, "Hmm, I'd suspected as much. Now, we are going to the nearest doctor, and having Gus ALL checked out. You'll be hearing from me soon on Mr. Kinney's behalf, regarding permanent placement and custody, as well as any and all charges he may or may not choose to bring up against you both. Good day."
As he shut the door, he could hear the terrified wailing begin.
Smiling, he held his head high, knowing in his heart, he'd done the right thing.
Brian Kinney may not be the best parent figure in the world, but, to Brent, a few things held truth.
1. Brian Kinney loved his baby son.
2. Gus loved his daddy.
3. Brian had been willing and had willingly let those cunt dykes rule him, and use him for Gus's sake.
4. If he had to move heaven and earth, those two cunt bitches had seen the LAST of Gus.
Justin was holding the baby as Brian was underneath his car trunk hood.
Brent curious as to what was going on smiled as Justin explained, "Brian is going to put Gus's baby seat in the back for him, because Brian said it was dangerous not to mention foolish to drive without Gus being buckled in safely."
Brent grinned again as he got into the back seat. Now holding a cooing Gus for Justin, he let the baby grab his nose, and manoeuvred his head quickly back as the baby grinned a gummy grin and tried to poke him in the eye.
Soon, Brian had the plush dark violet top of the line infant seat installed, and was gently buckling in his son, as the baby giggled and pinched his daddys cheeks in glee.
Brian just play growled, as he pretended to snap the little hands. Gus squealed and laughed, and Brian kissed the downy dark head before locking and carefully shutting the car door.
Brent smiled as Brian belted and adjusted Justin's belt, and then quickly did his own, before Brian carefully backed out of the drive.
His determined looking scowl deepened, and a small muscle ticked in his cheek as they set off for the nearest hospital. Brian's heart and mind was in turmoil, as he forced himself to concentrate on his driving and not the many thoughts racing around his mind, like Indy 500 pace race car drivers vying for pole position in Daytona.
'What had Gus been going through? Why did he seem to obviously hate Melanie? What would they find once they got to the Hospital? How in the hell had Lindsay let things get to this point? Did she love that bull dyke bitch Melanie more than their innocent baby son?'
Now, more than ever, Brian was determined NOT to give up any of his rights, no matter how much those cunts whined and bitched about it! NOT after what he'd witnessed.
For right now, Gus came first.
He still had time to worry about all of the other pressing things in his life. Justin could stay with him and help with Gus as a live in nanny. Brian could sense the boy was proud, and this would work out fine, giving him some money to help his little Gypsy family in the woods, as well as time for Brian to ease into 'The Plan' step by step. If all went well, his son would never ever have to worry about anything in his young life ever.
Looking in his rear-view mirror, he watched as his lawyer/friend played with his son. A small smile graced his lips as he felt Justin's small soft hand curl into his own, and squeeze it gently.
With a happy little sigh, he squeezed back softly.
Brent grinned again. If he'd wanted it, he now had even more proof that he'd made the correct judgement call. By the time he was finished with that high falutin' lawyer Melanie Marcus and her cunt wife, the prestigious Art dealer, Lindsay Peterson, the first would be fortunate if she could manage to 'represent' a broke hooker in night court and the latter would be lucky if she even could 'sell' a latte' at Starbucks.
Not only did Brian Kinney car for his son, it was obvious that Brian Kinney would move heaven and earth to protect the boy as well as keep him safe from harm.
Brent sighed in relief as he played with the baby's tiny fingers making Gus bat his long dark lashes and grin his gummy giggling grin.