Lost & Found

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Dec, 3rd 2020

Original A/N: Hey there everyone, hope all is going well. I really love AARDVARKIA’s stories. The inspiration for this one came from his ‘The Aairport' series’ . There’s something about a person growing and aging in such a public place that made me want to try my hand at it. Enjoy and of course please check out Aardvarkia’s Tumblr! <--(since posting Aardvakia's Tumblr was removed this now links to his patreon)

 

“I can’t believe we missed it!” Vince Rossi yelled looking out the airport window while his son clung to his leg. He had prepared everything, cleaned the rooms, folded the towels, and even set out his son’s clothes for the morning. Yet somehow, they had still missed their flight! It wasn’t much of a mystery. Vince had simply forgotten to set the alarm. An honest mistake for anyone, but the young father was taking it personally.

At 27, Vince didn’t have the most supportive dad. He thought Vince was a screw up and that his grandson, Luca would be better off with anyone else. Missing a flight was just another example that Vince’s dad would use to poke and deflate his son’s self-confidence. Even if Vince and Luca kept it a secret, Grandpa would find out.

Luckily, he had been able to get new tickets, but he could already hear the string of insults coming from his dad. Two hours had gone by. Vince wandered around the airport with his son looking for their new gate. Whenever he glimpsed out the window, he’d start cursing his luck again. Vince stopped and asked for directions only to wind up more confused.

All he had wanted was to have a nice summer vacation with his son. They had gone to this place called the B2M hotel. Vince had seen the discounts online and couldn’t refuse. It was worth it. The place was truly a resort; peaceful and quiet days were in abundance. But now it was time to come back to reality and reality was slapping them in the face. Vince wondered if he was doomed to be a screw up for a father. So many things seemed to go against him?

“Daddy, I don’t want to walk anymore,” Luca tugged on his Dad’s dark blue jeans.  The young boy was carrying his small backpack. Vince bent down and lifted his son up. The little dude was getting too heavy for Vince to keep doing this. As they walked on, they approached gate G. There were people sitting on their phones, laptops, staring at TV. Vince groaned they needed Gate J. Maybe the guard he asked misheard him. He set his son down and they walked over to a desk clerk.

Luca tapped on his father’s legs, “Daddy I can’t find my truck!”

“Huh?” Vince turned to see Luca desperately, pulling at his small shorts’ pockets.

“The one grandma gave me!” Luca was starting to go frantic. Vince immediately got on his knees and placed a hand on Luca’s chest.

“Hey, come one, deep breaths,” Vince started a breathing pattern Luca could follow to get his son to calm down. Though Vince already knew the real problem wouldn’t be solved that easily. The toy that had gone missing was a red fire truck. Though instead of a toy it was more of a figurine. Vince’s mother had always loved those. She used to have a collection and had personally deemed Luca worthy of the firetruck he eyed at whenever they visited. Vince and Luca had a special relationship with Vince’s mother. She could always keep her husband in check. That’s one of the reasons it stung that she wasn’t around anymore. Luca, losing this toy wasn’t a child being spoiled.

Thankfully, no tears were spilled, and Luca was able to calm himself, but it was clear to Vince he wasn’t going to get Luca to do much of anything. The poor boy’s legs were tired, and he’d lost his toy.  Vince sat Luca down in the waiting area. He told his son to wait while he made his way over to the desk clerk alone. When Vince came back, he knelt down to his son.

“I’m going to go look for your toy, that kind lady over there is going to watch you.” Vince pointed over to the desk clerk who kindly waved. “I highly doubt the toy is where we left it. But she says the Lost & Found area isn’t too far from here.”

“Daddy, I’m getting hungry.”

“Here,” Vince dug in his pocket pulling out candy. He always kept peppermint, or butterscotch on him, a habit he’d picked up from his grandfather. “When I get back, we’ll have a real meal,” Without even looking he dumped threes pieces of candy into his son’s hand. Then he got up and walked away leaving Luca with a kiss on the cheek and a smile.

Luca stared at the candy in his palm. Two peppermints, one butterscotch and an odd candy that sat in the middle. Picking up the wrapper, Luca read B2M. Like the hotel, he smiled. He didn’t know they made candy. He hadn’t even spotted any. Had his dad been keeping the candy a secret? That made sense. His dad didn’t like him eating so much sugar. Peppermint and butterscotch were the only exceptions, not including birthdays, Halloween, or Easter. But there was a piece candy he’d never seen before waiting for him.

He undid the yellow and brown wrapper, revealing hard candy. Luca got excited, it looked just like a Jolly Rancher. Without hesitating he stuck the candy in his mouth, immediately he felt a rush of sweet flavors…then nothing. He tried sucking harder, but the sugar was gone. He spat the candy out. It was yucky now.

Luca went into his backpack hoping to at least use one of his coloring books. Pulling out one and it read adult coloring books. The young boy had never heard of such. Upon opening it he didn’t find the cast of characters or heroes he remembered instead it was intricate patterns and designs all along the pages. Maybe his dad had accidentally bought it? Luca knew his grandfather would chide his dad for a mistake like that. But Luca didn’t care he loved his dad and the book actually seemed sort of cool.

With a flick of the wrist he turned to a random page, pulled out a color pencil and began drawing. He started to get engrossed, finding himself actually coloring in the lines. He didn’t mess up even once. Luca was tearing through the images with passion when he felt a tap on his shoulder. A man much older than even his grandfather was peering down at him.

“Sorry to bother you sir, would you happen to know the time?” The old man seemed expectant.

Luca froze he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. The boy leaned over to get a view of the desk clerk. She was currently dealing with a customer and not paying to the scene. His eyes drifted to his book bag he could reach a get his Nintendo, but what if that was a trick and the man wanted to steal it. His dad warned him of people like that.

“I-I don’t know the time. I don’t have a device.” Luca stated, hoping the man would go away.

He didn’t instead the man pointed at Luca’s wrist. “Isn’t that a watch?”

Staring at his wrist Luca indeed saw a very expensive, very large watch adorning his wrist. He put his arm down and the watch simply slid off onto the chair. Picking it up Luca read “7:15 am.”

“Thank you, my good man.” The old man walked off.

Luca tossed the watch on the seat wondering where it had come from. Had someone slipped this on him. Or…No he had always had this hadn’t he. It was a gift, or did he buy it himself? His head grew fuzzy. Shoving the coloring books into his bag, Luca stood up. The world shifted, immediately, the floor suddenly felt so much further away. Luca took a staggering step forward disoriented. Somewhere in the midst of standing up he had grown. Now he was as tall as the old man that had asked for the time.

The clothes that his dad had meticulously picked out for him were now too small. His t-shirt with a wolf on it looked like a crop top and his ass was practically trying to eat his shorts. His feet had burst through his white Velcro tennis shoes. He bent over and picked up his book bag. As he stepped forward the soles of the shoes stretched out as the material followed, engulfing his feet once more.

Luca rubbed his eyes, was he seeing things. He looked around but no one else seemed to notice. Sure, there weren’t many people here this early, but everyone seemed completely oblivious to fixing themselves. The shoes turned black, forming pointed tips as they sealed his feet within. Luca stumbled forward, catching himself against the information desk.

“Sir, are you okay?” The woman asked.

Luca pulled himself off the desk and looked down. His shorts had stretched down, turned into pants, and were a completely different material. Getting his bearings he finally noticed he was looking above the desk. In fact, standing straight he realized he was standing taller than the lady that was supposed to be watching him.

“I don’t feel so good.” Luca rubbed his head as it was aching as things continued to change. “I know I’m not supposed to leave, but can I go find my dad?” A collar popped out of his t-shirt as his Adam’s apple became more prominent, dragging his voice into deep rich tones. He jerked back, surprised at the booming voice that escaped his lips. The desk lady however seemed unfazed and lost.

“You need to find your dad sir? Oh, is he an older flyer.” The lady got a look of realization that flew over Luca’s head. “They tend to get lost here a lot. Well, I guess young ones do too. Actually, everyone does. Some days, even I get mixed around.” She chuckled, “Where did you last see your father.”

“He was headed to the Lost & Found.” Luca didn’t know why he was repeating. She should have already known this.

“That’s great! The Lost & Found isn’t too far away. Which means your dad couldn’t have gotten too lost.” She gave him directions and then patted his shoulder for good luck. Luca stepped away from the desk reciting the directions to himself. He now noticed he was sporting a smooth black belt with one hell of a buckle. Not liking how his shirt was bunched, Luca started stuffing his shirt into his pants. Did he look ridiculous? That didn’t matter he needed to find his daddy.

His shoes clacked against the hard tile floors of the airport, by the sound alone people could tell how expensive they were. As he made his way through the crowd Luca noticed less and less people getting near him. But even with the extra space, Luca only felt more restrained and constricted. His body was expanding and adding muscle as his arms bulked out. Luca watched his blue and white striped dress shirt struggle to keep the burgeoning arms in. Had he always been wearing a dress shirt? Is that what his dad picked out for him that morning? Did his dad also tie this black a blue tie around him?

The thought process was cut off by Luca’s pecs demanding attention. Luca’s hands shuffled as he unknotted his tie, pulling it off. He had to unfasten that first button it was choking him, but the growth didn’t stop. The top of the shirt was strained until the top two buttons flew off in some unknown direction, leaving the cleft of his pecs on full display for the public. Luca held his head down walking forward, he felt everyone’s eyes on him and why wouldn’t they be? He was walking around without his dad.

Crossing in front of a store window, Luca caught sight of his reflection, He watched as his ass filled out the seat of his suit’s pants. His legs followed packing in muscles to thicken up Luca. He couldn’t help but admire how amazing he looked. Somewhere in this time he had put on a suit jacket that matched his pants, dark charcoal. He walked closer to the store window. It was as if someone placed his head on a grownup body.

There was pressure at the back of Luca’s skull pressing forward. His cheek and jawbones started to shift underneath the skin. Baby fat and innocence burned away giving way to a man steeped in testosterone. Luca was forced to stare at the square jawed stud stranger, who replaced his reflection. He could believe how bid he gotten his shoulders were like mini mountains. His thighs were built to crush heads. He looked like superman, even down to the hair curl. Luca flexed his muscles, no, he was better than superman. Heck the man of steel would probably beg to suck his cock. Luca shook his head. Where did that thought come from?

He scratched at his chest as strands of hair began to poke out from between his pecs; its existence only there to tantalize viewers to how far they think it went down his torso. Luca noticed he was wearing the same watch from early on his left hand. Hadn’t he taken it off and left it? Then again, he wouldn’t do something so careless. His wife would kill him. He’d be setting a bad example for the boys. He raised his right hand, finding a golden wedding ring strapped to his finger.

Luca felt afraid. He could hear the thoughts about a wife and children playing in his head like a voice message, but he didn’t have a wife or kids. He closed his eyes hand leaned against the window as new memories were borne. He could see them. A blond lady laughing a smiling. Getting married to her and knocking her up three times. Luca spread his legs as his cock and balls got heavier, expanding. Now he was producing more testosterone. He could practically see the kids that came from him. Jocks all of them. The first one, Trey, is 21 years old and built like a brick house. Trey was such a carbon copy of his dad, most people would believe Luca birthed him out himself. The boy had once been a football star, but now post college was getting into body building taking up his father’s favorite past time. Then there were the twins Callan and Bryant 19, full of energy. The rugby player and the wrestler respectively. Luca chuckled he could hardly wait a year before knocking up his wife again, and it was a two for one special that time. As a blessing they were much more equal mergers of Luca and his wife. Then there was Nikolas, the runt of the litter at 15. A smile crossed Luca’s face, he had a feeling Nikolas could be the biggest of them all.

“Dad!” Luca heard a voice cry out, he spun around to see four bodies barreling towards him. They tackled him to the ground as he pretended to wrestle them off, His wife strode up behind the kids smiling. “They were so excited to have you back home! I couldn’t wait; I talked my cousin into getting us in to say welcome back sooner.”

As the kids backed off Luca removed his suit jacket, surprised not to find a single dirt spot. He suddenly felt put on the spot as all eyes were on him. Like they were expecting him to do something. That much should have been obvious. He was the man of the house. His sheer presence demanded respect. His body was meant to rule, but all Luca could do was shrink inside himself with all the eyes on him.

“Is that for me dad?” Nikolas stepped up reaching for the backpack his dad was carrying.

Luca stepped back offended, “My daddy bought this for me.” Luca watched the confusion grow on everyone’s face.  “Sorry, but I gotta find my dad.” He needed to get out of here, he didn’t know these people. He brushed past them, leaving them in a state of shock and confusion. As he walked on memories of those kids began to fill his head. He could see himself raising them, working out with them and teaching them to respect their bodies. In his mind’s eye he saw them grow from babies to the young men they were today. The way the information was rushed, it seemed no different than the transformation he went through. His shoes continued to make noise in the airport as his pecs bounced with each step. He threw his suit jacket back on trying to keep eyes off him. However, that would prove to be difficult. In the small time he spent with his family he had grown even more, now he was well above most people in the airport.

He found himself back at gate G. He hadn’t meant to turn around but the stranger calling themselves his family freaked him out. He was only a little kid, how was he supposed to deal with this? Back against a pillar he sank to the floor ready to cry. Where was his dad? Why was this happening? He buried his head in his arms.

That’s when the yelling began.

Luca’s head jerked up as he made his way over to the information desk. There he saw the poor girl getting yelled at by a customer. It was a young guy; he was clearly in shape but didn’t hold a candle to Luca. “What’s going on here?” Luca stormed up to the two, his booming voice cutting through the noise.

Luca walked up completely prepared not to listen to the man, in fact he was going to embarrass the little guy a bit at least until he heard what came next.

The smaller man was obviously afraid but didn’t back down. His eyes burned with a fury that shook even Luca to his core though it only lasted for a second. The man spoke; He pointed viciously at the woman.  “I asked her to watch after my son and she’s pretending that she has no clue who I’m talking about. I can’t find my son anywhere.”  A realization hitting him, the man clutched a hand over his heart, “Oh god, someone took my son.”

Luca felt an inkling, a nudge, in the back of his mind as he looked at the small red fire truck in the man’s hand. “Daddy?” A smile grew on his lips. “Daddy, it’s me.” He wrapped his arms around his dad, burying Vince between his pecs. “Dad I was so scared.”  Vince yelled tried to pull away but unable to. Luca chuckled letting go he was now, older, taller, and stronger than his dad.

“I don’t know what kind of joke you’re playing at—

“It’s really me dad. Here see my backpack.”  He struggled to get the one strap odd of his thick shoulders, but once he succeeded left Vince in shock.

Vince took the backpack looking as if he’d been shot through the heart. His voice came out in some kind of whisper, “If this is some kind of ransom, I’ll pay it whatever. Please just give me back my son.”

“This isn’t a joke dad, It’s me.” Luca lifted the hand with the fire truck. “You were going to go to the Lost & Found to get this. Grandma gave me this because she knew I loved fire trucks. I know I look different, but I’m really your son. Please believe me.”

Vince stared at the man for a long time, “I don’t know why, but when you say that I believe you.” He placed the fire truck in Luca’s hand, “but how did you get so old?”

Father and son looked at each other. “I don’t know, but dad I’m really scared. I keep changing and now there’s are these kids and this woman, who say she’s, my wife. They want to take me home with them. But I don’t want to go daddy. I want to go back home with you. Please don’t make me go with them!” Luca wanted to say he couldn’t even remember his dad’s face. Maybe it was because he was taller, and the world looked different, but his dad’s face just didn’t register anymore. But he didn’t want to worry his father more than necessary.

Vince’s face softened as he stretched a hand up to Luca’s face. “Of course, you’re coming home with me. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone take you.” His eyes went down, and he backed up. Laying in Luca’s hand was no longer a fire truck, but a red fountain pen. Not a cheap one either more like the ones CEO’s use to close a deal. ‘Wh—what happened to the fire truck?” 

“Do you see? This is what’s been happening to me. “Luca raised the pen in his hand. Then he stuck it into his suit jacket’s inner pocket.

“Did you see that?” Vince turned to the desk clerk who had long since lost attention.

“See what? all you did was hand him a pen?” she said.

“Surely you heard our conversation. You were standing right here.” Vince said.

“Uh something about you both being fathers?”

Vince backed away from the desk taking a hold of Luca’s hand and walking to the seating area. He sat down with Luca beside him. “I don’t think other people realize what’s going on with you.”

“I could have told you that one for free dad.” Luca chuckled.

“But maybe once we get you up in the air and away from this place you’ll start to change back .” Vince repeated as if he was trying to convince himself.

“What if I don’t turn back dad?” Luca asked.

“Then we deal with it.” Vince stated, “and I suppose I can extend your bedtime to 9.”

Luca’s face lit up, “You really mean it!”

“Well, an adult needs a little bit more freedom.” Vince leaned over holding up a finger, “but you’re still my son so some rules should be in place.”

“If I’m an adult does that mean I can go to work with you?” Luca asked.

Vince laughed looking at his son, “Luca, judging by your outfit, I don’t think I could afford to even live in the same zip code as you.” His hand traced the wool of the fine suit. “I mean jeezus what do you even do?”

“He’s a lawyer, for the B2M Hotel. Who are you?” A woman’s voice stated dryly. Vince spotted a blonde woman walking up to them. A simple blue sun dress, small white purse and pearl necklace were all Vince saw. The woman snatched off her sunglasses as she approached.

“That’s her, the lady that wants to take me away.” Luca whispered.

“Don’t worry you’re not going anywhere.” Vince placed a hand on his son’s bulging arms.

“What the hell were you thinking? I was shocked by how you just took off.” The woman stated exasperated.

“Lady, you need to back off,” Vince stood up.

“Back off?! Excuse me, that is my husband!” She turned to Luca bunched in the chair, “Sweetie, I thought we lost you. Don’t you know how confusing this airport is.”  She started to walk closer.

“Don’t come near him.” Vince blocked her path.

She pointed to Vince then Luca, “Look at yourself, then look at my husband. That’s what a real man looks like. I don’t know if you’re blackmailing my husband, but it won’t work.”

Luca rubbed his head, “Stop.”

“He’s a real man. When he walks into a room everyone knows it. Our whole family is like that even me. You, You’re just a beta male. Your physique can’t even measure up to my husband’s his sheer bulk can break you.”

“Stop!” Luca said louder.

“You’re miserable, weak, and you’re going to die alone. So please enjoy this one moment my husband is showing you attention because make no mistake you will not be remembered afterwards.

Vince stood silent. He had lost his son, and he didn’t have a wife. His father hated him, maybe he was destined to die alone.

“What the hell are you talking about Lynda?! You’ve gone too far.” Luca stood from his chair. His voice rung deeper. “He’s not blackmailing me or threatening me. NOR am I cheating on you. He’s, my dad!”

Lynda looked question at the younger male. Studying him over. “Ohhh you mean he’s your ex. How come you never told me about him? Or the fact that you’re into the daddy thing and beta men.”

“Lynda!”

“No judgement! You know how I acted when my ex-Cheryl visited last summer. So, stones and glass houses blah blah blah. Fine. I’ll leave you two alone.” She turned to Vince. “Sorry about that it’s just when we went to Dubai something similar happened. I got naturally defensive. I didn’t know you were Luca’s ex. Please take all the time you need.” She turned and left.

Luca fell back onto his chair. He felt like crap. He couldn’t believe Lynda had said that to his dad. Heck, Hadn’t he been about to insult his dad earlier. They were no better than Luca’s grandfather. Always trying to undermine Vince’s self-confidence, “I can’t believe Lynda talked to you like that. She’s not usually like that sorry dad.” He sighed putting his hands together.

Vince looked over to his son worried. “Luca, how do you know that woman’s name?”

“She’s my wife of course I know her name. I put four kids in her, didn’t I? I’ll make it five tonight.” he snickered, but that turned into a wince as he started to spread his legs. “Dad I think my cock is growing again.” The bulge in his pants began to throb.

Vince jolted up, “Grab your backpack we’re going to the bathroom.”

Luca bent over to the floor to pick up his backpack but was surprised to be picking up a briefcase. He gripped it firmly and followed his father into the restroom. All the way he walked trying to adjust his cock. They went into the handicap stall. Vince dropped to his knees and undid his son’s belt. He helped the pants shimmy off of Luca’s ass and drop to the floor.

Mouth agape Vince didn’t know what to say.  He was staring at a cock thick as a wrist, a matching set of bull balls, and thick pubic hair that spilled out from the very same superhero underwear he had put his son in that morning. The cock continued to stretch downward as if uncoiling itself.

“You like looking at, Stuffer?” Luca’s voice said from above.

Vince snapped his head up “What?”

Luca smirked shaking his cock, “That’s what I call this Italian sausage. My wife knows. My cum can’t escape when this thing is plugged into a hole. Go ahead touch it if you want.” he winked, then without waiting took Vince’s right hand and cupped his massive balls.

The heat that was generating from the area was immeasurable, but Vince couldn’t pull away. As a matter of fact, at his touch the balls expanded, growing even fatter in his grasp.

Throwing his head back and moaning, Luca enjoyed the sensation, His deep voice vibrated thorough everything even Vince’s body. That was enough to snap Vince out of whatever trance he was in. He quickly stuffed all Luca had to offer back into the underwear. Maybe he was hoping being encased in something for a kid would make it revert. But it didn’t, instead it spilled out at the top. Vince got to his feet placing his arms on Luca’s shoulders.

“Luca are you still in there?”

The man looked at Vince like he was crazy, until a hint of recognition crossed him like a slap to the face. “Dad…Dad I almost forgot. I keep growing and getting smarter, but I’m forgetting you.” Luca threw his big body around his dad, pants still on the floor.

“Dad, please take me home. I don’t want to live with strangers!” Luca pleaded as his dad hugged him back. It was getting harder to ignore that his adult mind did recognize these people; Their likes, their dislikes, he knew them all.

 Both father and son felt the others hard cock pressed up against them. Luca started grinding his hips into his dad. He couldn’t help it his body was on autopilot, it needed to get off, but in the back of his mind Luca was worried. He had the sinking feeling that if he came everything would be over. Vince wasn’t fairing much better being humped by his massive son was stimulating him. If that wasn’t bad enough Vince heard Luca’s repeated whispers of “Daddy” in his ear. There was something so erotic about listening to such an unyielding voice go soft. Knowing that this mountain of a man was just his little boy in the inside, was a bit of a power trip. Vince couldn’t help himself. He humped back.

“Daddy,” Luca groaned, his breathing getting heavier, “DAD.” He grunted thrusting his hips with even more power. He reached a hand down and fished out his father’s cock stroking it as the grinded into each other.

Vince’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt the thick fingers of his son’s massive hand grab his cock. With each stroke Vince felt his legs wobble. Luca new mantra of “Dad” was still just as effective.

Luca’s stroking got faster, and his thrusts got harder. Vince returned the force of his thrust, even if it would bruise his body. Nibbling on his father’s eat Luca kept going. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against each other. As his balls rose, held his father tight and roared, “VINCE!” He shot thick ropes of cum which smeared between their abs and ran down soaking his superhero underwear. Vince came at the sound of his name as his cum mixed and was overtaken by the sheer production of what his son produced. Because they were holding each other so tightly, neither noticed how the cum was draw to the underwear. The superheroes faded as a black waistband appeared, and the leg holes began to stretch.

When the two finally pulled away from each other Vince was shocked he couldn’t find any evidence they had cum. He pointed at Luca’s crotch, as his son tucked the massive member into a pair of lavender silk boxers. “What happened to the superheroes?”

‘Superheroes? On underwear? I haven’t worn anything like that since I was a kid.” Luca laughed bending over to pull up his pants he had to jiggle his ass to stuff it back in.

Luca had morphed into a man. One with expensive taste no doubt. They were probably the same age now Vince guessed. Could he really take this other adult man home? It didn’t matter it was still his son. “I’m still taking you home.”

“Look, I’m glad you came all this way to see me, but my wife is waiting.” Luca said, tucking in his shirt.

“I’m your dad. I’m not just going to let you go off with that lady.”

“That lady is my wife, and you’d do well to watch your tone when you speak about her.” Luca held up a stern finger. “We’re not in college anymore. Enough with the daddy crap. I have a family now.” He no longer recognized Vince as his father, but knew Vince was important to him. His only conclusion was that they must have met in college. The more time went on the less and less the memories of his dad could fit into the new life he was inheriting.

“You have a family?” Vince asked. “With that—your wife?” He corrected himself catching Luca’s glare. He had heard the kids mentioned before but hadn’t let it register until now.

“That’s right four boys just as tough and terrible as I am.” He beamed. “Oldest one just got out of college.”

Vince tried to organize his brain not only was his son married, he had kids, a family. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What?”

“You have a kid that’s 21. You don’t look that much older than me. And if you just said we were in college together, how could you possibly have a kid that age?”

Luca scrunched his eyebrows. The questions Vince had asked were logical. How could he have a child so close in age to himself?  He rubbed his head. Maybe he didn’t know Vince, and he should be older. Yeah, that felt right.

Vince watched as his son hunched over, He ran over and wrapped him up in a hug. “I’m never letting you go.”

Luca could have fought, or easily broken the hold, but he didn’t want to. Although he was having a hard time remembering this man, the hug felt safe and comforting. In fact, the man even smelled like home. His huge frame rested onto the smaller male.

Vince held onto Luca tight, pressing their cheeks together as if he could somehow will Luca to turn back. However, as their cheeks rubbed, Vince could feel Luca’s facial hair coming in, growing thicker, a rich chocolate brown.

“Listen, Luca you’re my big boy. I’m going to tell you everything great about my son.”  Vince could feel his own memories of his son slipping away, but he didn’t want everything he loved to go into nothingness.

—

A while passed before Luca exited the bathroom, briefcase in hand. He fixed his watch looking at the time.

“Dad!” Voices called out as his sons came up to him. His wonderful wife Lynda came up behind them kissing her husband. A young man exited the bathroom, as Luca turned to watch him. Lynda placed a hand on his chest. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Luca smiled sadly, “That man was telling me about someone he lost. His son or something.” He was trying to recall but couldn’t remember a single detail about the story he’d just been told. “Be right back,” He kissed his wife on the cheek and patted his sons on the back as he jogged over to the young man.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but that story you were telling me was that about your son?”

“I don’t have a son.” Vince stated. “I think I’m way too young and my dad and a lot of lot of the girls I dated think I’m too stupid to have a kid anyway. I’d be a terrible dad.”

“I think you’d be a great dad.” The words left Luca’s mouth without him realizing. Though he thought of excusing himself. He felt his words were true. This man was a stranger, but for the oddest reason he felt drawn to him.

“Dad, let’s go!” Trey yelled from across the airport.

“That’s my oldest usually means my wife’s getting antsy.” Luca smirked.

“You have a huge family. Maybe I should take your words for it, one day. When I’m ready.”  Vince laughed, standing next to this man he wasn’t sure if he ever would be. The man radiated masculinity without even taking a single breath. The only reason people weren’t staring was because they were all trying actively not too.

Luca pulled a business card from his pocket. He took out a fancy pen and began writing on it and handed the card and the pen to Vince. “Next time you’re in town give me a call. Then you can return the pen, and I’ll introduce you to the family.” With a strong handshake he parted walking back to his family.

“What did I tell you about yelling in public places.” Luca bopped Trey lightly upside the head. “Let’s go eat I’m starving!”  The family laughed as they walked off.

Vince watched as they disappeared. He had just been about to throw the number away when the scene that unfolded made him stick it in his pocket. Maybe he would call it next time he was in town.