“No shit,” I said.
“I told you something was going on with them, Sean,” Paul said.
“Yeah, you did, but I just didn’t believe it.”
“Does it bother you,” I said, “knowing that your father sleeps with another man?”
“Why should it?” he said. “It doesn’t seem to bother you that Paul and I are a couple.”
I stood up, walked over to where Sean sat, and opened my arms. He stood and we hugged. I said, “Kiddo, you’ll always be my son, no matter what, and I’ll always love you.”
“I love you too, Dad,” he said.
Out of the corner of one eye, I saw that Randy and Paul were also embracing.
Sean and I broke apart, and I held out my arms to Paul. As we hugged, I said, “You know, I’ve always looked on you as my other son.”
“Yeah,” he said, “it’s kinda nice, having two Dads.”
We were all getting a bit misty-eyed, so I said, “Randy, why don’t we go downstairs to breakfast? These guys can catch up with us after they’ve showered and everything.”