The Foster Dad (It's Just Us Here Book 8) by Christopher X Sullivan

Author:Christopher X Sullivan [Sullivan, Christopher X]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jester Publishing
Published: 2019-11-08T00:00:00+00:00

The Lion King

WE TOOK ALEX TO THE movie theater one night to see The Lion King. Mark and I both had fond memories of that movie from our childhood, so when the theater that occasionally screened old Disney movies on Wednesday nights put up a notice on Facebook about The Lion King, Mark said, “Let’s do it.”

It seemed like a great idea. The year before there’d been a worldwide 3-D theatrical re-release of the movie that lasted for two weeks. I’d wanted to take Mark (even though it was a huge gimmick), but he didn’t want to deal with all the ‘whiny brats’.

But now, one year later, we had a kid of our own to take and going to the theater to see one of our favorite Disney movies felt like a rite of passage.

We swung him between our arms as we walked up to the ticket booth. We let him hand the money to the guy behind the glass. We also let him pick out his candy and popcorn—I had my own healthy snacks.

Mark and Alex settled in for the commercials and devoured the popcorn. Then Mark threw a piece at me and tried to get Alex to do the same, but the kid just laughed nervously and squirmed in his seat. Mark winked, but it wasn’t cute how he could be more of a little kid than an actual little kid.

The movie started. Everything was going well. Then, spoiler alert, Mufasa died.

Like... he died. Actually, he was fucking murdered and Simba was totally framed.

And there’s this three-minute section where Simba was running around frantically looking for his father and everyone in the audience knew that the dad-lion was dead, dead, dead. And we had to listen to Simba wailing, “Dad, Dad, Dad.”

God, it was painful!

Alex twisted in his seat and whispered, “He’s not dead. He’s not dead.” The kid was absolutely glued to the screen. And it didn’t help that the background score went mostly silent except for a swelling dissonance to heighten the tension.

Then they showed Mufasa’s body and Simba’s crying... and Alex couldn't take it.

Mark and I leaned over his seat and were whispering how everything was going to be alright. It didn’t help that a child on the other side of the theater was wailing.

“You can look away,” I said. “It’s all going to be fine in the end.” I pried his back away from the seat. “Come sit with me.”

He climbed into my lap and I put my right arm around him like a seatbelt. Mark slid into Alex’s old seat and held his hand.

“It’s going to be alright?” Alex asked timidly.

“Yes.”

“Is the daddy dead?”

I bent down and kissed the side of his head. “Yes,” I whispered. “But Simba is going to be fine. Okay?”

“Otay...”

Alex was absolutely captivated by the screen. His little mouth had been open when he saw Scar press his nails into Mufasa’s arms. He squirmed during the stampede when there was a lot of chaos and he couldn’t tell what was going to happen.

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