Born To Rule Part One: The John F. Kennedy, Sr. (III) Story
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Born To Rule:
The John F. Kennedy, Sr. Story
Part One
By: Mary Johson
Characters
Michael Morgan, Sr. - John's father, a secret service agant
Diana Morgan- John's mother, a high school subsitute teacher, in the process of certified degree
Robert A. L. Kennedy, Sr.- John's brother, and future doctor
Liliann K. E. Morgan- John's sister, and future teacher/homemaker
Robert R. E. Morgan- John's brother, and future FBI agent
James R. Morgan- John's brother, and future lawyer
Michael J. E. W. Morgan, Jr. - John's brother, and future army officer
Thomas J. P. Morgan- John's brother, died at birth, minor mention
Meghan A. Morgan- John's sister, future board of trustees, JFK foundation, a social worker, Historican
Andrew R. J. Morgan- John's brother, future board of trustees, JFK foundation, a socail worker, Vice- President
Arebella A. Morgan, John's sister, future board of truestees, - JFK foundation, a social worker, secretery
Terrance L. W. Morgan- John's brother- future board of trustees- JFK foundation, a social worker, treasurer
Caroline B. L. Morgan- John's sister- future board of trustees- JFK foundation, a social worker, paralegal
Ronald A. Butterfield- family friend, and secret service agent
Daniel R. Morgan- John's stepgrandfather, and secret service agent
Liliann "Lily" A. Morgan- John's grandmother, and elementry school teacher
Michael "Mike" Allers- family friend, and secret service agent
Jessica "Jessie" L. Wakefield- friend, future wife, and founder of JFK foundation, future Board of trustees, President, stay at home mom, author and counselor, sexual abuse, children, JFK foundation, HQ
Minor Characters
Maria "Marie" A. Kennedy- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Robert's wife, high school teacher, part-time counselor, SA, children- JFK foundation HQ
Johnthan "Jon" R. Parker, Sr. family friend, John's brother-in-law, Liliann's husband, restuarant owner
Elsie "El" S. Morgan- family friend, John's SIL, Bob's wife, full- time counselor, psychological abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
Robinson "Areisis" L. Morgan- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Mike, Jr.'s wife, lawyer, part time legal defense- JFK foundation HQ
Caterina "Kat" M. Morgan- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Terry's wife, full time counselor, emotional abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
Roger "Riggy" Enoes- family friend, John's brother-in-law, Caroline's hsuband, full time counselor, sexual abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
James "JJ" J. O' Mallee- family friend, John's BIL, Meghan's husband, MAC, militery abuse counselor, Spousal/Child abuse, consultant- JFK foundation
Carter "CJ" J. Muller, Sr. - family friend, John's BIL, Arebella's husband, counselor, physical abuse, children, JFK foundation HQ
Zahira "ZZ" S. Morgan- family friend, John's SIL, James's wife, lawyer, defense team- JFK foundation HQ
Serria "Sissy" A. Mdmiff- Allers- unknown half SIL, Agent Allers' wife, unknown occupipation, two children from previous marriage
Chapter One: The New Prince Is Born
April 1972
Robert Aaron Lane, (future wife) Maria Anne, siblings, Liliann Elizabeth Kerry, Robert Raymond Enos, James Rupert, and their future spouses Elsie Susan, and Zahira Shasa, stared down at the baby with startlment. "This isnt John" Elsie said, staring at James, who looked back at her. "Yeah, Ellie is right, Dad" James said. "Remember what I told you six about John not being able to breathe, well the doctors are trying to make him better, so he may not be able to come home for a while, this is Michael, Jr." Michael, Sr. explained to his four children and their little friends.
"He's looks like a prune, Sargent" Ellie snickered. "He's starting to cry right now, so he of course he looks a little like a prune" Michael Morgan, admitted, much to his wife's chargin. Michael looked down at the baby for a moment, before he turned to head to the NICU, where John lay fighting for his life- a circle that was promised to be filled with much happiness if he had the courage to survive.
"Dad, when will you tell the press" Randy asked, running to catch up with the sargent as he was power walking to the NICU. "I dont know, maybe in a few days" Michael mused. "Go back to your mother" Michael told him, sternly now nearing the NICU. "But I havent seen him nor have they" Randy protested. "You! cant handle it" Michael snapped, the gesture causing his head to sway slightly back, scattering the almost three-year-old child in the direction of his mother's hospital room.
"Let me guess, your father has gone to see him" Diana asked, once Randy came back into the room, looking up into her eyes; truly to young to read the fury over her husband's devotion to the elder twin in her eyes that was planted there. "What's wrong with that?" Randy asked, innocoently asked. "Nothing" she said.
A few days later
"Michael! read the headline in the paper" Abraham said. Michael grabbed it from it and stared at it in shock. "They are saying 'The New Prince Is born'" Michael told him, a look startlment. The two men shook their heads and went to check up on their mates and offspring- Michael's family consisted of his wife Diana and their six children, Randy, Lynn, Bob, and Jay (or otherwise known as JR), John and Michael, Jr (othewise known as Mikey). Abraham's family consisted of his wife Mary Anne, and their eight children, Denny, Paul, Bob, Eddie, Erica, Toto, Willie, and Danni. "Oh good, you boys are here" Diana said, with a smile for Abraham, and not merely a glance at Michael. "Hello, dont i get some form of a greeting?" Michael asked. "Sure, you have a spiteup on your shirt, from him" Diana said; everyone wincing a the non mention of the elder twin without his name tossed in. Abraham and Mary Anne Beckwith traded a look, with confusion tossed in at this display. Michael looked down, slightly and noticed a thin trail of baby spite on the shoulder of his dress uniform. "Your allowed to feed him?" Mary Anne asked, genuinely surrprised while Diana scowled at the tone in her friend's voice because it obvious showed she was concerned for the baby who Michael had chosen along with Abraham to be the twins' godparents. "Yes but I have to stand next to the oxygen chamber, while I feed him, and for this reason he's still hooked up to tubes but we can hold him now, but only enough to feed him" Michael explained. "That bad?" Abraham asked. Michael nodded.
A Month and Half later - June 1972
"Sargent Morgan! Private Beckwith!" someone called. The two men turned; each had a baby in their arms. Newborn John who had been so sickly at birth was finally able to breathe on his own, and he had been out of the chamber/incubator for about a week now. Abraham held one of his one month old triplets, this one was known as Toto. "Hannah, Robert! How are you?" Michael asked, surprised to find Ned's parents behind him. "We are fine, congrats for both of you, your wives had children" Robert Wakefield said, who everyone called Bob. Both men smiled. "Yes, Mary Anne had triplets! two boys and a girl" Abraham smiled, the radiat expression on his face showing how thrilled and proud he was of her and their children. "Yeah, their names are Thomas, everyone calls him Toto because of his nose and ears, William, everyone calls him Willie, and Danielle, everyone calls her Danni for short" Abraham added. "Diana had triplets to, but Thomas was stillborn, we're still not to sure what went wrong with his delivery; he was named for a high school friend of ours who died in Cambodia two years ago, his named had been Thomas Joseph Petela. The elder one is alright now, he's finally out of the incubator/chamber, and his middle brother, was named for myself- Michael James Ellis Walker Morgan, Jr. Their nickmames are Jack and Mikey" Michael said, smiled, proudly, then it changed from radiness to a somber one. "I dont think my wife is pleased though, she wanted to wait a few years before she and I had anymore" Michael whispered leaning into them. "And who is this?" Hannah asked, tickling the baby under its chin, causing the infant to open his eyes a little and squiggle against his father's bulky forarm for comfort. "This is John F. Kennedy, hopefully a future president" Michael joked, lifting the baby over his head as if presented him to the press or the world. John opened his eyes wider to take in his new surroundings, with the curiousity he would have all of his life. "a strong name, sturdy to, it will carry him through many hardships, and many happy events" Robert said, sounding like a shaman, studying a new life. "Yes we have already chosen a proverb that will carry him through many dealings in his life, and also when he eventually meets his maker" Michael said, smiling; although the four did not known it would only be 29 years later, so much would have changed by then. "So what are you guys doing here?" Abraham asked, bouncing Toto, much to the baby's chargin. In a attempt to comfort, baby John reached out and touched the other baby on the ear, causing Thomas to let out a angry howl, which alerted both fathers to devert their attention to their infants. "Fuzzy, maybe" Bob offered assistance. "No, it was something else. Wait Abraham John here tugged on his ear" Michael explained, with a glance at baby John who stared up at his father with wide eyes. "Cute" Michael told the baby who just drooled in response. "So your here for?" Michael asked while Abraham left to give Thomas to Mary Anne for feeding. "Um Alice is having twins, girls I might add" Hannah explained. Sure enough, they all arrived at Alice's room to hear screams of pain. "Boy am I glad I dont have to go through that for a while" Michael laughed, while John picked his head up at the new sound. He was nearly three months old now. "Where is Robert and Majorie? Alice's parents?" Abraham asked, rejoining them outside Alice's room. "I dont know, they called and said they would be here next week but I doubt it both have been busy" Hannah said. "Alright, its fine see" Ned tried to calm Alice. "Alright one more push and she's out" Dr. E'lama told Alice who screamed with a final push and with that out came a girl covered in birthing fluids. Suddenly Michael sniffed the air, and smelt a oder that felt oddly familiar and yet shockingly embarressing. "Uh Mike" Abraham stared in horror at the baby's whose heat came off him like a dead cow, quickly realized something. "Mike get him out of here" Abraham gasped, grabbing the baby from his friend and shielding him from view. "Ok, washrag someone" he said,. running over to the nurses station and then to a bathroom. Abraham slammed the door shut and declothed the baby, and let his father have a look. "Oh god, not good, he was aroused" Abraham" Mike said. "Well he got his first vision of well a vagina, well a baby vagaina at that" Abraham said. "I know" Mike said., grabbing the washrag and pressing it to the baby's gentialas, slowly releasing the tension in the baby's tiny penis. Then after a second it was down to normal size. "Ok, John no more erection incidents, we cant call in the feds now" Michael told the baby who just smiled as if he had the biggest secret in the world.
Things would surely be different with this new editon and his brother Michael thought staring down at his son's tiny features as he rocked him one more time before he had to leave. He had gotten nearly three months off to spend time with his family as did Abraham. Now it was time to finish a job. "Yes, things will be different now, because we have a new Kennedy on the rise" Michael whispered more to himself then to his young son, suddenly hosting the baby above his head before placing the infant in the crib and leaving the room as he shut off the light. "Good night, sweet prince of mine" Michael told his son, echoing his favorite line from his favorite play Hamlet.
Down the hall... his wife snickered as she fell asleep, no one knew why but she had deep contemptment for the young child and always would for as long as that new kennedy who was on the rise lived, and those who came after him, meaning his own young family
Chapter 2: Growing Up Baby Kennedy
"Ok, John are you ready to learn how to walk?" Michael asked his eight month old son who just looked at him with wide eyes, and a partial grin. Suddenly John stood up by himself, and instead of walking he spoke his first words. "Shut up Daddy" he said, trying to scamper away but considering he couldnt quite walk yet, his father reached for him and lifted him up over his head, causing the baby to scream with laughter. "Down Daddy" John said, saying another short phrase, causing his father to almost drop him. "Michael! put him down, you almost dropped him!" his mother Liliann, who everyone called Lila, screamed, causing John to cry. "Daddy" John said, crying louder. "Mama, you cant do that!" Michael spoke softly as to not frighten the eight month old who, although he was growing up quickly, was still a baby. "He's still a baby, most things still frighten him" Michael scolded, rubbing his son's back. "I'm sorry, its just that he was asking to be let down" Lila said, nervously not enjoying the look in her 18- year-old son's eyes, as he gazed at her, a scowl on his usually handsome face. "John, do you know who I am?" Lila asked. "Yea" Baby John said. She eyed him, and reached out her hands for him but he, to her disappointment shook her head no and buried his face into his father's chest. His father just laughed and ran his hand atop the baby's tawny head of dark soft brown hair.
Diana came in then, and eyed the trio, and watched the older ones come in chattering away. "Mike, its almost 12:30. he should go down for a nap" Diana suggested to her husband. Michael stared in surprise. "He got up from a nap about a half and hour ago, Diana. You know if they go down for another one so soon after they just get up from a nap, they wont go to sleep at night, to much energy" Michael said, bouncing John a little bit, to keep him occupied. She just shook her head, and started to put things away. Michael just looked at her, trying to figure out this woman he had married five years earlier. "What is your deal?" he asked, walking around the kitchen with John in his left arm, as the toddler stared with uncomprehending eyes as his mother glared at his father. John leaned over and grabbed a fist full of his mother's golden hair and stuck it in his mouth. "John I wouldnt do that if I were you, she bites" Michael told him, as he opened John's mouth to remove the strains of hair that his clever son pulled off of his wife's head. "Oh sure and your such a saint" his wife snarled into his face. "What is your deal?" Michael asked, as his son wiggled in his arms. "John you cant get down, your not even walking yet" Michael told the baby, who tried to yell at him but it came out as a shriek. Everyone in the kitchen laughed while Diana scowled. "Dad, what's wrong with Mom?" three-year-old Randy asked, looking at his baby brother's foot. "Nothing" Michael said, brushing his hand lightly across the boy's head. "Hey Diana I'm going to work" Michael said, heading upstaris intent on packing a diaper bag for John who was gonna come to work with him for a while. "Your going to work?" Diana asked, walking into the boy's nursey where Michael, was dressing John, who was standing up remarkably well. "John hold still a minute" Michael said, as he pulled the baby's snap- up jeans on. John kicked at his father who merely scowled mocklingly. "Ok, sit here a minute, while I get a diaper-bag ready" Mike said, getting out supplies, and opening up John's specailly-homemade diaper bag with the seal of the president, the stars and stripes, and the ensigns of the U.S. Army and U.S. Navy etched into it on all four sides, with the rest of the material being a very light powder baby blue. The bag was made for the baby after his herald birth, by a high school friend, Tom Petela's mother Ann Petela. Michael just recently had the time to send a lettle of thanks and condolences to her about Tom. The warm little old lady had a special place in his heart. They had all loved Tom so much and were crushed when word came to their base about his horrorfying death at the young age of almost 23.
"Wait your taking him to work?" Diana asked, surprised. "Yeah" Michael said, grabbing some diapers and putting them into the bigger pocket along with some etra clothes, and some little footie pjs, while he put some formala and some baby oil/shampoo, three baby bottles, a sippy cup, and some baby beginner forks in a large side pocket, and John's secret service sunglasses similar to his own into the right side pocket. "Where's John's little sketchers that he likes to wear? where did you put them?" Michael asked. "Here!" she screamed throwing them at him, but instead of them reaching Micheal, they hit 8-month-old John on the left side of the head, causing the baby to sway and fall, the rocking motion causing the baby to clip his head on the edge of the changing table as he landed smack-dab on the floor. "Daddy!" John screamed, as he lay on the floor beginning to cry loudly. "Ahh!" John tried to hicupp but instead his crying turned to all out howling. Michael swooped him up, grabbed the diaper-bag, and shoved by his dazed wife as he left the room, and her, maybe for good she didnt know.
Downstairs, Michael prepared to leave. "Mom!" he called to his own mother. "What? honey?" his mother asked. "Make sure Diana dosent call for me at the white house today, period. Can you do that?" he asked, obviously in a hurry. "Of course, honey... but what for?" she asked, confused. "Just do it! dont fucking question me!" he snapped and as he opened the door, and slammed it closed after he walked out. "Grandma where is Daddy going?" Liliann asked, hearing her father's voice. "He went to work, baby" Diana told her daughter. "Did he take Jack-Jack?" Lynn asked brightly while hopping up onto a stool, not realizing anything was wrong. "Yes he took John" Diana replied through clenched teeth.
Liliann glanced at her daughter-in-law confused, then dragged her out of the room. "What is your deal? what is up with you and my son?" Lila asked straight forwardly. "Look, we've been having troubles a lot more then usual. He's spending more time with the kids then me" Diana said. Lila nodded. "Did you talk to him about it?" Lila asked. "No not yet" Diana said. She nodded and glanced away.
At the White House
Agent Morgan, who was still in training because he was still serving in the armed forces until mid '75 checked in at SSHeadquarters, and began to check the moniters, while John looked around curiously. "Down Daddy, Down!" John yelled, wiggling relentlessly. "Ssh" Mike whispered, kissing the baby's head. "Hold on, I'm almost done, I'll take you to the residence in bit" Michael told him. "2nd floor?" John asked. Michael nodded.
"Agent Morgan, your here early" Ron Butterfield said, smiling at first Michael, then at baby John, namesake of President Kennedy and Chief Executive namsake John- John. Baby John narrowed his eyes, in startlment, realizing he couldnt say the young agent's name. "Daddy? Roon" he said, pointing at the agent, and family friend. "We dont point, and that's Ron" Michael said, smiling. "He cant say my name, he just called me roon, whatever the hell that is" Ron whispered. "Ron, rr" Michael tried to help the baby who looked confused. The toddler narrowed his eyes again as he tried to pronouce the agent's name. "Ronnie" he tried to say but couldnt master it, the r sound. They laughed. "That's as close as he's gonna come for a while" Mike said, starting the trek to the residence on the second and third floors.
The Residence
"Hello, Trica" Michael called as he entered the residence. "Here" the younger first daughter called. "Hello Trica. I'm here. Where is the president and first lady?" Michael asked, setting John down so he could explore. "Solumeriam Daddy!" John said, scampering away. "What! you cant go on the third floor by yourself" Michael said, hurrying after him. 'Yea I can, because I king" John exclaimed, crawling away, quickly. "No come here, and your catholic so you cant rule" Michael said, scooping him up as he kicked at the air.
"Daddy you a fucking poo-head" John said, still kicking at nothing. "What?" Michael shouted, turning the baby on his knee, to where his son lay on his back looking into his father's blazing eyes. "Where did you hear that?" Michael asked, angrily. "Mom!" John said, loudly matching his father's tone exactly. "Did Mom tell you to say that?" Michael asked. Baby John nodded. "Why?" Michael asked. "Bucus she 'ate you and wants you to 'hie" John said. "Because she hates me and wants me to die?" Michael asked, transelating his son's pronouncements of 'ate and 'hie for him. "Yea" John said, thinking the word ment yes. "No, not yea, yes" Michael tried to correct him. "Yea" John said, stubbornly. "Ok. going to Mom now" Michael said. "No!" John said, getting up and running after his father. "John I'll be right back" Michael turned around to see his son, not walking but running after him, running after him! "Abraham, he ran, he ran!" Michael said with excitment. Abraham Beckwith stared at the baby in astonishment. "Mary Anne! Mary Anne!" Abraham screamed excitedly as his own wife came into the room. "He ran! he ran!" he said, nearly bouncing in a circle. "I saw" she said, taking the moment to grab her husband's face and kiss his cheek, the tip of her tongue grazing it, suductivly. "Hey, not in front of my son" Michael said, noticing Mary Anne's inapproapriate kiss. "Sorry" she said.
"Hey guys" Diana came into the room carrying Jessica Wakefield, who was six months old. Diana set her down and watched as she crawled near Jack who had yet to notice his friend's arrival. "Alright I have to go back home" Diana said. "Alice asked you to drop her off, so they could play together?" Abraham asked, knowing Mike Morgan and Alice hoped the two little ones would eventually grow up and realize their feelings for one another. "Yeah" Diana said, then left. "They have that spark, its there already and they're so little" Abraham said. "I know" Michael said, pulling out the little camcorder he took everywhere with him to record John moments. Mike had been during that since day one. John's birth through his eight months was recorded on there, minute by minute, that took maybe 50-80 discs or whatever. "Look" Mike whispered, grabbing his camra and tossing it to his friend, who readied it. Mike looked through the viewfinder on his camcorder and watached the two babies.
As John's father watched, he stood up and gazed down at his friend with friendly look. Baby Jessica gazed up at him, with, even at their young age, (and for years to come) a look of adoration. John paused, holding out his hand confidently, cofidence for what his father wasnt sure. Jessica looked at him, her friend and as they got older, her compagion. "Jessica" he said, practically barking at her. Mike moved forward to scold him, when suddenly Jessica didnt cower she barked right back at him. "John!" she said, imitating his tone. "Call Alice" he said. Baby John held out his hand, and suddenly, it happened... Jessica grabbed the hand her future mate held out to her, and stood up for the first time.
"Yes thank you God" Michael and Abraham said together, smiling down at the babies and the bright future- they would one day create together.
Chapter Three: John: Your A Grown Up!
The months passed and John grew from baby to toddler. As did his little friend. John toddled down to the kitchen on his knees since he still could not walk yet. He entered the kitchen, and saw only his siblings. "Where is Daddy?" John who was nearly 1 asked. "He went to court with Mom, to watch Abraham's trial case" Lynn explained. "But, they have to set up for the party" he said. "I know but this case is extremely important" Randy said. "Hehe, Kennedys' in trouble!" John screeched, crawling toward the living room. Lynn and Randy traded a confused look. Just then Michael walked into the room, seeing John on the floor, remote in his hand, watching courtv. "John Kennedy, that is to grown up for you, and the Kennedys' arent in trouble!" Diana Morgan yelled at the 12 month old baby, who would turn 1 in three short weeks, after following her husband into the room. Mike glared at him, and carefully took the remote to shut off the tv. "Get your shoes and coats, we're eating out tonight" Michael said. "Yeah" the four cheered, and ran upstairs. "John go upstairs" Diana turned to John. Diana waited until she heard the sound of tiny hands clambering up the steps to the second floor.
"Why do you always yell at him?" Mike asked before Diana could start first. "What? me look at you? you just glare you dont say anything to him" Diana spat in his face. "Well at least I pay attention to him, you always give your attention to the rest of them, Randy, Lynn, Bob, James and Michael, but never him, so tell me why is that?" Mike asked. Diana remained silent. "He's a unruly child" she said. "Unruly child? I dont know where your getting that from" Michael said, scowling at her. "Forget it let's go to dinner" Diana said walking out of the kitchen , and calling for their other children.
Suddenly John appeared at the top of the stairs, in a sitting position, wondering how to get down. "John, how did you do that?" his father asked, going up the steps to pick him up, and bring him to the carpet below them so he could get him into his jacket. "Stand still a minute" Michael said, wondering how to fix the boy's left sneaker. "Did you do that?" Michael asked. "Nu huh" he said, which for him ment no. "Ok, who did it then?" Michael asked. "Don nu" John said. Suddenly Mike heard giggles at the top of the stairs. "Get dow here, now" Mike told them. "So Randy and Lynn, why did you super glue your brother's shoelace to his sneaker?" Mike asked sternly. "It was a joke" the four year old girl replied,as her brother snickered. "Funny go get in the car all of you, Diana go strap Mike into the double car seat. I'll be there in a bit with John" he said, undoing the lace from the sneaker. Likely it was just starting to dry. "Ok there we go" Mike said, grabbing the sneakers from John and taking them to put up in his closet until the twins' birthday party. Once upstairs, he grabbed a rag from the hall closet and and began to wipe the glue off the sneaker and shoved the tied laces into the shoe, and put the box in his closet.
"Ok, ready to go?" he asked John, who still stood where he left him. John nodded, and held up his arms. Michael picked him up and carried him to the car and then strapped him into the seat next to his twin brother, who could barely talk. "Mama" Michael called to his mother. "Diana he's calling you" Michael,Sr. told her. "Oh, Michael?" she asked. Her husband nodded as he neared the restuarant.
"What? Michael?" Diana asked. "Gen Dada" he said. "Um, honey, he asking for you not me" Diana said. "What?" Michael asked his son as he pulled into the parking lot of a restuarant in the D.C. area. "Never ind" he said.
"Ok whatever" Randy said, annoyed. "Ok who cares about that?" Diana said, turning around and glaring at Randy. Michael parked and shut off the engine, yawning. "Ok, let's roll!" he said, trying to add some fun into their sour moods. They entered the restuarant and took a table, a large booth for all eight of them, with Michael, Sr. holding 12 month old John, and Diana holding 12 month old Michael. They all ordered and began to dig in. "John?" Michael asked, holding a piece of cheese out to him, causing the baby to sneeze once, then twice, then three times. "Oh gosh, he's a alergic" Michael said. Diana stared in shock, trying her dammdst not to laugh. "Shut up Diana, there isnt anything funny about this" Michael snapped, causing his wife to look at him. "Great" Lynn said, staring at her plate of pasta noodles mixed in meat sauce. "Oh asked you" her mother snapped.
The Birthday Party
The day of the twins' birthday, April 7, 1973 dawned bright and clear, a sunny day with a high of 78* Agent Morgan woke up and stretched while his wife was already up and in the shower. Michael padded down the hall to the twins' nursey to get them up. Michael walked into the room, to see Michael, Jr. sitting up and crying in his crib, with the baby monitor lying on the floor with the switch turned off. "Relax, you dirty I'll bet" he told him as Mikey continued to cry, surprisingly not waking up his brother who slept soundly. He lifted Mikey up and walked over to his brother's crib to see why John lay so quietly. As he peeked over the edge, he saw Jessica Wakefield, John's friend, who was 10 months old, lying next to him, her arms stretched wide in trust. Michael smiled, then carefully removed her arm from's John's chest, and watched as the baby girl settled it on John's wrist, and her other arm remained at her side.
"Are they dressed yet?" Diana came in, toweling her hair, watching Michael, bounce a crying Mikey. "Here, I'll change him, and you get John all set" her husband suggested, quietly watching his wife, who seemed to think it over. "Alright" she said, getting up and walking over to John's crib. She lifted him up, and placed him on the other changing table while he still slept, half-way through dressing him, John woke up and started to wiggle in terrible fright. She finished, dressing him and sat with him the rocking chair to calm him down. "Daddy! Daddy!" he started to yell, while beginning to kick at his mother's hands. "Alright, alright" she said, as she let him down so he could look for his father.
Once downstairs, John found his father in the kitchen, drinking water and reading the paper. "Daddy" John callled, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Mm?" Michael asked, still reading. "What time is it?" he asked. Michael looked up startled. He had never asked that. "Um 11:30, it starts in a hour from now, which is 12:30" he said.
A hour later
Mostly it was family and friends who walked through the door, along with the Reagans, and His Holiness. Michael, Jr. waddled along behind his older much loved twin brother John as the older boy shook everyone's hands, while his little brother imitated him. Murmers floated through the room about how John was so polite, and well-behaved. A trait that would serve him well throughout his life.
"Ok boys" Michael called to his sons, and they turned toward him. One ran, while the other one wobbled a bit unsteady on his legs. "Sit" he instructed. John sat down and Michael sat next to him. Everyone began to dig into the food that Michael spent all week and all last night preparing. Eventually, the boys looked at him expectantly. "What?" he asked. John put down his napkin, while Michael, Jr. decided to eat his. "Michael, we dont eat paper" his father said, looking stern at him. "'Orry Dada" he said, causing everyone in the room to wince at how much of a newly talking toddler he was, while older brother John talked at preschool age, with out difficulty. "Presents Daddy!" John said, while everyone laughed. "Right" Michael, Sr. said getting up. He brought a stack of presents into the room, and set them down in front of the boys. Both got their own pile. "Ok, John you first" Diana said, hiding the snidness, but some of the resentment slipped out. "Air Force One, a new model" the one year old proclaimed, startling everyone in the room at his knowledge of the plane. Michael, Jr. looked at him, with a confused look in his eyes. "Ok Mike it's your turn" his mother told him. He tore the wrapping paper off the gift which revealed a G.I Joe. "Cool" he said, quietly, looking at his older brother. Eventually the way his brother was so loved and more able to communicate which added to everyone's likenes of him would caused resentment for his younger brother Michael, Jr. Once the presents were open the room were strewn with wrapping paper.
"John, hold everything up" Michael said to his son. "Ok, let's see model of Air Force One, model of Marine One, model of Air Force Two, The VP's plane, model of the JFK car, model of the A-10 Thunderbolt II, a military aircraft, model of the F-14 Bobcat, a navy plane, a army pilot helmet, similar to mine, and let's you should have one more" Michael said, still taping. "Where, I dont see anything" one-year-old John said to his father. "Look outside" Michael suggested ignoring the looks his wife was giving him. As John ran outside with Michael, Jr. toddling behind him, Diana spoke to her husband. "Mike you better not have" she said. He shrugged a his shoulders. "Daddy! it's a plane!" John screamed with excitment, hopping up and down. Michael ran outside, sneaking up behind the toddler, and swooped him up causing the boy to shriek with laughter. "Can we go fly? Daddy?" John asked once his father put him down. "I guess it would be okay, but if you want to fly you have to have me go with you, if I catch you in the plane by yourself your in trouble, understand?" Michael said as they walked along.
"I told him not go and get that plane, John is just to little, he cant fly that yet" Diana told her husband's uncle Robert who was secretery of treasury for Richard Malone Nixon. "Yes, but one day he will fly that" Robert told her. "Michael made a promise that he would get John a plane, and he did" Robert's wife Lily explained. "I just didnt except it to be so soon" Diana admitted.
Chapter Four: Preschool Days
Two years had passed, and John and his twin brother Michael were going to begin their first and last year of preschool because thier parents felt they only needed one year of preschool.
John was excited while his brother was aprehensive. He didnt enjoy being away from his mother, while his older brother John did enjoy the freedom away from her because it ment he didnt have to endure her lectures every five minutes. "Hello you must be Diana's children" a woman said, smiling at them. John drew himself up to his full height and smiled at her. "Yes, I'm John, and this here is my brother Michael, Jr." John told her. "Hi Michael" she said, kneeling at his eye level. "I want Mommy!" he started crying while his older twin winced. He obviously wasnt ready for the brave 'new world' as their mother thought he was.
"Get over it" a voice behind them said. John turned. The voice belong to his friend Bruce Patman. All three of the boys were in a playgroup together. "That's Bruce Patman" John told the teacher. "Yeah I know" she replied while looking down at the crying Michael who perked up slightly as he heard the click of heels on the tiled floor. "Mommy!" Michael yelled as he broke away from his teacher's hand. "Hey Elaine" Diana called as she carried a now three-year old Michael in her arms. "Where is John?" she asked. Elaine pointed at some kids who were laughing. The small group of three to seven kids surrounded a three- year-old boy who was talking about a state dinner he had attended with his father, a secret service agent, at the white house a few weeks ago. "I dont go to school Michael" Diana was explaining to the toddler, who she was trying to coast to join his older brother and his friends. The group of kids he was surrounding by was the group he would remian friends with all his life; they were: Todd Wilkins, Bruce Patman, Winston Elbert, Jessica Wakefield, Christian Gorman, Samuel Woodruff, and Buddy Palmer. Michael calmed down, and walked into the room led by his mother over to where his brother and eight of his friends stood laughing at a joke John had just made up about Richard Nixon's face. Their mother cleared her throat and John glanced up. She whispered into his ear. "Sure" he said.
The months passed and John and Michael finished their first and last year of preschool, next year they would in kindergarden.
Born To Rule
Part One
The End
The second part of the series "Rite Of Passage" will be out soon
Hey Everyone its me again, Mary. The first part of the series is out. Hope you like it.
Updates for The West Wing will be out shortly, most likely when the new season starts back up again. But I will keep everyone posted about anything and everything that is happening in my life
See you 2morrow
Mary A. T. Johnson
8-16-05
Born To Rule:
The John F. Kennedy, Sr. Story
Part One
By: Mary Johson
Characters
Michael Morgan, Sr. - John's father, a secret service agant
Diana Morgan- John's mother, a high school subsitute teacher, in the process of certified degree
Robert A. L. Kennedy, Sr.- John's brother, and future doctor
Liliann K. E. Morgan- John's sister, and future teacher/homemaker
Robert R. E. Morgan- John's brother, and future FBI agent
James R. Morgan- John's brother, and future lawyer
Michael J. E. W. Morgan, Jr. - John's brother, and future army officer
Thomas J. P. Morgan- John's brother, died at birth, minor mention
Meghan A. Morgan- John's sister, future board of trustees, JFK foundation, a social worker, Historican
Andrew R. J. Morgan- John's brother, future board of trustees, JFK foundation, a socail worker, Vice- President
Arebella A. Morgan, John's sister, future board of truestees, - JFK foundation, a social worker, secretery
Terrance L. W. Morgan- John's brother- future board of trustees- JFK foundation, a social worker, treasurer
Caroline B. L. Morgan- John's sister- future board of trustees- JFK foundation, a social worker, paralegal
Ronald A. Butterfield- family friend, and secret service agent
Daniel R. Morgan- John's stepgrandfather, and secret service agent
Liliann "Lily" A. Morgan- John's grandmother, and elementry school teacher
Michael "Mike" Allers- family friend, and secret service agent
Jessica "Jessie" L. Wakefield- friend, future wife, and founder of JFK foundation, future Board of trustees, President, stay at home mom, author and counselor, sexual abuse, children, JFK foundation, HQ
Minor Characters
Maria "Marie" A. Kennedy- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Robert's wife, high school teacher, part-time counselor, SA, children- JFK foundation HQ
Johnthan "Jon" R. Parker, Sr. family friend, John's brother-in-law, Liliann's husband, restuarant owner
Elsie "El" S. Morgan- family friend, John's SIL, Bob's wife, full- time counselor, psychological abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
Robinson "Areisis" L. Morgan- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Mike, Jr.'s wife, lawyer, part time legal defense- JFK foundation HQ
Caterina "Kat" M. Morgan- family friend, John's sister-in-law, Terry's wife, full time counselor, emotional abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
Roger "Riggy" Enoes- family friend, John's brother-in-law, Caroline's hsuband, full time counselor, sexual abuse, children- JFK foundation HQ
James "JJ" J. O' Mallee- family friend, John's BIL, Meghan's husband, MAC, militery abuse counselor, Spousal/Child abuse, consultant- JFK foundation
Carter "CJ" J. Muller, Sr. - family friend, John's BIL, Arebella's husband, counselor, physical abuse, children, JFK foundation HQ
Zahira "ZZ" S. Morgan- family friend, John's SIL, James's wife, lawyer, defense team- JFK foundation HQ
Serria "Sissy" A. Mdmiff- Allers- unknown half SIL, Agent Allers' wife, unknown occupipation, two children from previous marriage
Chapter One: The New Prince Is Born
April 1972
Robert Aaron Lane, (future wife) Maria Anne, siblings, Liliann Elizabeth Kerry, Robert Raymond Enos, James Rupert, and their future spouses Elsie Susan, and Zahira Shasa, stared down at the baby with startlment. "This isnt John" Elsie said, staring at James, who looked back at her. "Yeah, Ellie is right, Dad" James said. "Remember what I told you six about John not being able to breathe, well the doctors are trying to make him better, so he may not be able to come home for a while, this is Michael, Jr." Michael, Sr. explained to his four children and their little friends.
"He's looks like a prune, Sargent" Ellie snickered. "He's starting to cry right now, so he of course he looks a little like a prune" Michael Morgan, admitted, much to his wife's chargin. Michael looked down at the baby for a moment, before he turned to head to the NICU, where John lay fighting for his life- a circle that was promised to be filled with much happiness if he had the courage to survive.
"Dad, when will you tell the press" Randy asked, running to catch up with the sargent as he was power walking to the NICU. "I dont know, maybe in a few days" Michael mused. "Go back to your mother" Michael told him, sternly now nearing the NICU. "But I havent seen him nor have they" Randy protested. "You! cant handle it" Michael snapped, the gesture causing his head to sway slightly back, scattering the almost three-year-old child in the direction of his mother's hospital room.
"Let me guess, your father has gone to see him" Diana asked, once Randy came back into the room, looking up into her eyes; truly to young to read the fury over her husband's devotion to the elder twin in her eyes that was planted there. "What's wrong with that?" Randy asked, innocoently asked. "Nothing" she said.
A few days later
"Michael! read the headline in the paper" Abraham said. Michael grabbed it from it and stared at it in shock. "They are saying 'The New Prince Is born'" Michael told him, a look startlment. The two men shook their heads and went to check up on their mates and offspring- Michael's family consisted of his wife Diana and their six children, Randy, Lynn, Bob, and Jay (or otherwise known as JR), John and Michael, Jr (othewise known as Mikey). Abraham's family consisted of his wife Mary Anne, and their eight children, Denny, Paul, Bob, Eddie, Erica, Toto, Willie, and Danni. "Oh good, you boys are here" Diana said, with a smile for Abraham, and not merely a glance at Michael. "Hello, dont i get some form of a greeting?" Michael asked. "Sure, you have a spiteup on your shirt, from him" Diana said; everyone wincing a the non mention of the elder twin without his name tossed in. Abraham and Mary Anne Beckwith traded a look, with confusion tossed in at this display. Michael looked down, slightly and noticed a thin trail of baby spite on the shoulder of his dress uniform. "Your allowed to feed him?" Mary Anne asked, genuinely surrprised while Diana scowled at the tone in her friend's voice because it obvious showed she was concerned for the baby who Michael had chosen along with Abraham to be the twins' godparents. "Yes but I have to stand next to the oxygen chamber, while I feed him, and for this reason he's still hooked up to tubes but we can hold him now, but only enough to feed him" Michael explained. "That bad?" Abraham asked. Michael nodded.
A Month and Half later - June 1972
"Sargent Morgan! Private Beckwith!" someone called. The two men turned; each had a baby in their arms. Newborn John who had been so sickly at birth was finally able to breathe on his own, and he had been out of the chamber/incubator for about a week now. Abraham held one of his one month old triplets, this one was known as Toto. "Hannah, Robert! How are you?" Michael asked, surprised to find Ned's parents behind him. "We are fine, congrats for both of you, your wives had children" Robert Wakefield said, who everyone called Bob. Both men smiled. "Yes, Mary Anne had triplets! two boys and a girl" Abraham smiled, the radiat expression on his face showing how thrilled and proud he was of her and their children. "Yeah, their names are Thomas, everyone calls him Toto because of his nose and ears, William, everyone calls him Willie, and Danielle, everyone calls her Danni for short" Abraham added. "Diana had triplets to, but Thomas was stillborn, we're still not to sure what went wrong with his delivery; he was named for a high school friend of ours who died in Cambodia two years ago, his named had been Thomas Joseph Petela. The elder one is alright now, he's finally out of the incubator/chamber, and his middle brother, was named for myself- Michael James Ellis Walker Morgan, Jr. Their nickmames are Jack and Mikey" Michael said, smiled, proudly, then it changed from radiness to a somber one. "I dont think my wife is pleased though, she wanted to wait a few years before she and I had anymore" Michael whispered leaning into them. "And who is this?" Hannah asked, tickling the baby under its chin, causing the infant to open his eyes a little and squiggle against his father's bulky forarm for comfort. "This is John F. Kennedy, hopefully a future president" Michael joked, lifting the baby over his head as if presented him to the press or the world. John opened his eyes wider to take in his new surroundings, with the curiousity he would have all of his life. "a strong name, sturdy to, it will carry him through many hardships, and many happy events" Robert said, sounding like a shaman, studying a new life. "Yes we have already chosen a proverb that will carry him through many dealings in his life, and also when he eventually meets his maker" Michael said, smiling; although the four did not known it would only be 29 years later, so much would have changed by then. "So what are you guys doing here?" Abraham asked, bouncing Toto, much to the baby's chargin. In a attempt to comfort, baby John reached out and touched the other baby on the ear, causing Thomas to let out a angry howl, which alerted both fathers to devert their attention to their infants. "Fuzzy, maybe" Bob offered assistance. "No, it was something else. Wait Abraham John here tugged on his ear" Michael explained, with a glance at baby John who stared up at his father with wide eyes. "Cute" Michael told the baby who just drooled in response. "So your here for?" Michael asked while Abraham left to give Thomas to Mary Anne for feeding. "Um Alice is having twins, girls I might add" Hannah explained. Sure enough, they all arrived at Alice's room to hear screams of pain. "Boy am I glad I dont have to go through that for a while" Michael laughed, while John picked his head up at the new sound. He was nearly three months old now. "Where is Robert and Majorie? Alice's parents?" Abraham asked, rejoining them outside Alice's room. "I dont know, they called and said they would be here next week but I doubt it both have been busy" Hannah said. "Alright, its fine see" Ned tried to calm Alice. "Alright one more push and she's out" Dr. E'lama told Alice who screamed with a final push and with that out came a girl covered in birthing fluids. Suddenly Michael sniffed the air, and smelt a oder that felt oddly familiar and yet shockingly embarressing. "Uh Mike" Abraham stared in horror at the baby's whose heat came off him like a dead cow, quickly realized something. "Mike get him out of here" Abraham gasped, grabbing the baby from his friend and shielding him from view. "Ok, washrag someone" he said,. running over to the nurses station and then to a bathroom. Abraham slammed the door shut and declothed the baby, and let his father have a look. "Oh god, not good, he was aroused" Abraham" Mike said. "Well he got his first vision of well a vagina, well a baby vagaina at that" Abraham said. "I know" Mike said., grabbing the washrag and pressing it to the baby's gentialas, slowly releasing the tension in the baby's tiny penis. Then after a second it was down to normal size. "Ok, John no more erection incidents, we cant call in the feds now" Michael told the baby who just smiled as if he had the biggest secret in the world.
Things would surely be different with this new editon and his brother Michael thought staring down at his son's tiny features as he rocked him one more time before he had to leave. He had gotten nearly three months off to spend time with his family as did Abraham. Now it was time to finish a job. "Yes, things will be different now, because we have a new Kennedy on the rise" Michael whispered more to himself then to his young son, suddenly hosting the baby above his head before placing the infant in the crib and leaving the room as he shut off the light. "Good night, sweet prince of mine" Michael told his son, echoing his favorite line from his favorite play Hamlet.
Down the hall... his wife snickered as she fell asleep, no one knew why but she had deep contemptment for the young child and always would for as long as that new kennedy who was on the rise lived, and those who came after him, meaning his own young family
Chapter 2: Growing Up Baby Kennedy
"Ok, John are you ready to learn how to walk?" Michael asked his eight month old son who just looked at him with wide eyes, and a partial grin. Suddenly John stood up by himself, and instead of walking he spoke his first words. "Shut up Daddy" he said, trying to scamper away but considering he couldnt quite walk yet, his father reached for him and lifted him up over his head, causing the baby to scream with laughter. "Down Daddy" John said, saying another short phrase, causing his father to almost drop him. "Michael! put him down, you almost dropped him!" his mother Liliann, who everyone called Lila, screamed, causing John to cry. "Daddy" John said, crying louder. "Mama, you cant do that!" Michael spoke softly as to not frighten the eight month old who, although he was growing up quickly, was still a baby. "He's still a baby, most things still frighten him" Michael scolded, rubbing his son's back. "I'm sorry, its just that he was asking to be let down" Lila said, nervously not enjoying the look in her 18- year-old son's eyes, as he gazed at her, a scowl on his usually handsome face. "John, do you know who I am?" Lila asked. "Yea" Baby John said. She eyed him, and reached out her hands for him but he, to her disappointment shook her head no and buried his face into his father's chest. His father just laughed and ran his hand atop the baby's tawny head of dark soft brown hair.
Diana came in then, and eyed the trio, and watched the older ones come in chattering away. "Mike, its almost 12:30. he should go down for a nap" Diana suggested to her husband. Michael stared in surprise. "He got up from a nap about a half and hour ago, Diana. You know if they go down for another one so soon after they just get up from a nap, they wont go to sleep at night, to much energy" Michael said, bouncing John a little bit, to keep him occupied. She just shook her head, and started to put things away. Michael just looked at her, trying to figure out this woman he had married five years earlier. "What is your deal?" he asked, walking around the kitchen with John in his left arm, as the toddler stared with uncomprehending eyes as his mother glared at his father. John leaned over and grabbed a fist full of his mother's golden hair and stuck it in his mouth. "John I wouldnt do that if I were you, she bites" Michael told him, as he opened John's mouth to remove the strains of hair that his clever son pulled off of his wife's head. "Oh sure and your such a saint" his wife snarled into his face. "What is your deal?" Michael asked, as his son wiggled in his arms. "John you cant get down, your not even walking yet" Michael told the baby, who tried to yell at him but it came out as a shriek. Everyone in the kitchen laughed while Diana scowled. "Dad, what's wrong with Mom?" three-year-old Randy asked, looking at his baby brother's foot. "Nothing" Michael said, brushing his hand lightly across the boy's head. "Hey Diana I'm going to work" Michael said, heading upstaris intent on packing a diaper bag for John who was gonna come to work with him for a while. "Your going to work?" Diana asked, walking into the boy's nursey where Michael, was dressing John, who was standing up remarkably well. "John hold still a minute" Michael said, as he pulled the baby's snap- up jeans on. John kicked at his father who merely scowled mocklingly. "Ok, sit here a minute, while I get a diaper-bag ready" Mike said, getting out supplies, and opening up John's specailly-homemade diaper bag with the seal of the president, the stars and stripes, and the ensigns of the U.S. Army and U.S. Navy etched into it on all four sides, with the rest of the material being a very light powder baby blue. The bag was made for the baby after his herald birth, by a high school friend, Tom Petela's mother Ann Petela. Michael just recently had the time to send a lettle of thanks and condolences to her about Tom. The warm little old lady had a special place in his heart. They had all loved Tom so much and were crushed when word came to their base about his horrorfying death at the young age of almost 23.
"Wait your taking him to work?" Diana asked, surprised. "Yeah" Michael said, grabbing some diapers and putting them into the bigger pocket along with some etra clothes, and some little footie pjs, while he put some formala and some baby oil/shampoo, three baby bottles, a sippy cup, and some baby beginner forks in a large side pocket, and John's secret service sunglasses similar to his own into the right side pocket. "Where's John's little sketchers that he likes to wear? where did you put them?" Michael asked. "Here!" she screamed throwing them at him, but instead of them reaching Micheal, they hit 8-month-old John on the left side of the head, causing the baby to sway and fall, the rocking motion causing the baby to clip his head on the edge of the changing table as he landed smack-dab on the floor. "Daddy!" John screamed, as he lay on the floor beginning to cry loudly. "Ahh!" John tried to hicupp but instead his crying turned to all out howling. Michael swooped him up, grabbed the diaper-bag, and shoved by his dazed wife as he left the room, and her, maybe for good she didnt know.
Downstairs, Michael prepared to leave. "Mom!" he called to his own mother. "What? honey?" his mother asked. "Make sure Diana dosent call for me at the white house today, period. Can you do that?" he asked, obviously in a hurry. "Of course, honey... but what for?" she asked, confused. "Just do it! dont fucking question me!" he snapped and as he opened the door, and slammed it closed after he walked out. "Grandma where is Daddy going?" Liliann asked, hearing her father's voice. "He went to work, baby" Diana told her daughter. "Did he take Jack-Jack?" Lynn asked brightly while hopping up onto a stool, not realizing anything was wrong. "Yes he took John" Diana replied through clenched teeth.
Liliann glanced at her daughter-in-law confused, then dragged her out of the room. "What is your deal? what is up with you and my son?" Lila asked straight forwardly. "Look, we've been having troubles a lot more then usual. He's spending more time with the kids then me" Diana said. Lila nodded. "Did you talk to him about it?" Lila asked. "No not yet" Diana said. She nodded and glanced away.
At the White House
Agent Morgan, who was still in training because he was still serving in the armed forces until mid '75 checked in at SSHeadquarters, and began to check the moniters, while John looked around curiously. "Down Daddy, Down!" John yelled, wiggling relentlessly. "Ssh" Mike whispered, kissing the baby's head. "Hold on, I'm almost done, I'll take you to the residence in bit" Michael told him. "2nd floor?" John asked. Michael nodded.
"Agent Morgan, your here early" Ron Butterfield said, smiling at first Michael, then at baby John, namesake of President Kennedy and Chief Executive namsake John- John. Baby John narrowed his eyes, in startlment, realizing he couldnt say the young agent's name. "Daddy? Roon" he said, pointing at the agent, and family friend. "We dont point, and that's Ron" Michael said, smiling. "He cant say my name, he just called me roon, whatever the hell that is" Ron whispered. "Ron, rr" Michael tried to help the baby who looked confused. The toddler narrowed his eyes again as he tried to pronouce the agent's name. "Ronnie" he tried to say but couldnt master it, the r sound. They laughed. "That's as close as he's gonna come for a while" Mike said, starting the trek to the residence on the second and third floors.
The Residence
"Hello, Trica" Michael called as he entered the residence. "Here" the younger first daughter called. "Hello Trica. I'm here. Where is the president and first lady?" Michael asked, setting John down so he could explore. "Solumeriam Daddy!" John said, scampering away. "What! you cant go on the third floor by yourself" Michael said, hurrying after him. 'Yea I can, because I king" John exclaimed, crawling away, quickly. "No come here, and your catholic so you cant rule" Michael said, scooping him up as he kicked at the air.
"Daddy you a fucking poo-head" John said, still kicking at nothing. "What?" Michael shouted, turning the baby on his knee, to where his son lay on his back looking into his father's blazing eyes. "Where did you hear that?" Michael asked, angrily. "Mom!" John said, loudly matching his father's tone exactly. "Did Mom tell you to say that?" Michael asked. Baby John nodded. "Why?" Michael asked. "Bucus she 'ate you and wants you to 'hie" John said. "Because she hates me and wants me to die?" Michael asked, transelating his son's pronouncements of 'ate and 'hie for him. "Yea" John said, thinking the word ment yes. "No, not yea, yes" Michael tried to correct him. "Yea" John said, stubbornly. "Ok. going to Mom now" Michael said. "No!" John said, getting up and running after his father. "John I'll be right back" Michael turned around to see his son, not walking but running after him, running after him! "Abraham, he ran, he ran!" Michael said with excitment. Abraham Beckwith stared at the baby in astonishment. "Mary Anne! Mary Anne!" Abraham screamed excitedly as his own wife came into the room. "He ran! he ran!" he said, nearly bouncing in a circle. "I saw" she said, taking the moment to grab her husband's face and kiss his cheek, the tip of her tongue grazing it, suductivly. "Hey, not in front of my son" Michael said, noticing Mary Anne's inapproapriate kiss. "Sorry" she said.
"Hey guys" Diana came into the room carrying Jessica Wakefield, who was six months old. Diana set her down and watched as she crawled near Jack who had yet to notice his friend's arrival. "Alright I have to go back home" Diana said. "Alice asked you to drop her off, so they could play together?" Abraham asked, knowing Mike Morgan and Alice hoped the two little ones would eventually grow up and realize their feelings for one another. "Yeah" Diana said, then left. "They have that spark, its there already and they're so little" Abraham said. "I know" Michael said, pulling out the little camcorder he took everywhere with him to record John moments. Mike had been during that since day one. John's birth through his eight months was recorded on there, minute by minute, that took maybe 50-80 discs or whatever. "Look" Mike whispered, grabbing his camra and tossing it to his friend, who readied it. Mike looked through the viewfinder on his camcorder and watached the two babies.
As John's father watched, he stood up and gazed down at his friend with friendly look. Baby Jessica gazed up at him, with, even at their young age, (and for years to come) a look of adoration. John paused, holding out his hand confidently, cofidence for what his father wasnt sure. Jessica looked at him, her friend and as they got older, her compagion. "Jessica" he said, practically barking at her. Mike moved forward to scold him, when suddenly Jessica didnt cower she barked right back at him. "John!" she said, imitating his tone. "Call Alice" he said. Baby John held out his hand, and suddenly, it happened... Jessica grabbed the hand her future mate held out to her, and stood up for the first time.
"Yes thank you God" Michael and Abraham said together, smiling down at the babies and the bright future- they would one day create together.
Chapter Three: John: Your A Grown Up!
The months passed and John grew from baby to toddler. As did his little friend. John toddled down to the kitchen on his knees since he still could not walk yet. He entered the kitchen, and saw only his siblings. "Where is Daddy?" John who was nearly 1 asked. "He went to court with Mom, to watch Abraham's trial case" Lynn explained. "But, they have to set up for the party" he said. "I know but this case is extremely important" Randy said. "Hehe, Kennedys' in trouble!" John screeched, crawling toward the living room. Lynn and Randy traded a confused look. Just then Michael walked into the room, seeing John on the floor, remote in his hand, watching courtv. "John Kennedy, that is to grown up for you, and the Kennedys' arent in trouble!" Diana Morgan yelled at the 12 month old baby, who would turn 1 in three short weeks, after following her husband into the room. Mike glared at him, and carefully took the remote to shut off the tv. "Get your shoes and coats, we're eating out tonight" Michael said. "Yeah" the four cheered, and ran upstairs. "John go upstairs" Diana turned to John. Diana waited until she heard the sound of tiny hands clambering up the steps to the second floor.
"Why do you always yell at him?" Mike asked before Diana could start first. "What? me look at you? you just glare you dont say anything to him" Diana spat in his face. "Well at least I pay attention to him, you always give your attention to the rest of them, Randy, Lynn, Bob, James and Michael, but never him, so tell me why is that?" Mike asked. Diana remained silent. "He's a unruly child" she said. "Unruly child? I dont know where your getting that from" Michael said, scowling at her. "Forget it let's go to dinner" Diana said walking out of the kitchen , and calling for their other children.
Suddenly John appeared at the top of the stairs, in a sitting position, wondering how to get down. "John, how did you do that?" his father asked, going up the steps to pick him up, and bring him to the carpet below them so he could get him into his jacket. "Stand still a minute" Michael said, wondering how to fix the boy's left sneaker. "Did you do that?" Michael asked. "Nu huh" he said, which for him ment no. "Ok, who did it then?" Michael asked. "Don nu" John said. Suddenly Mike heard giggles at the top of the stairs. "Get dow here, now" Mike told them. "So Randy and Lynn, why did you super glue your brother's shoelace to his sneaker?" Mike asked sternly. "It was a joke" the four year old girl replied,as her brother snickered. "Funny go get in the car all of you, Diana go strap Mike into the double car seat. I'll be there in a bit with John" he said, undoing the lace from the sneaker. Likely it was just starting to dry. "Ok there we go" Mike said, grabbing the sneakers from John and taking them to put up in his closet until the twins' birthday party. Once upstairs, he grabbed a rag from the hall closet and and began to wipe the glue off the sneaker and shoved the tied laces into the shoe, and put the box in his closet.
"Ok, ready to go?" he asked John, who still stood where he left him. John nodded, and held up his arms. Michael picked him up and carried him to the car and then strapped him into the seat next to his twin brother, who could barely talk. "Mama" Michael called to his mother. "Diana he's calling you" Michael,Sr. told her. "Oh, Michael?" she asked. Her husband nodded as he neared the restuarant.
"What? Michael?" Diana asked. "Gen Dada" he said. "Um, honey, he asking for you not me" Diana said. "What?" Michael asked his son as he pulled into the parking lot of a restuarant in the D.C. area. "Never ind" he said.
"Ok whatever" Randy said, annoyed. "Ok who cares about that?" Diana said, turning around and glaring at Randy. Michael parked and shut off the engine, yawning. "Ok, let's roll!" he said, trying to add some fun into their sour moods. They entered the restuarant and took a table, a large booth for all eight of them, with Michael, Sr. holding 12 month old John, and Diana holding 12 month old Michael. They all ordered and began to dig in. "John?" Michael asked, holding a piece of cheese out to him, causing the baby to sneeze once, then twice, then three times. "Oh gosh, he's a alergic" Michael said. Diana stared in shock, trying her dammdst not to laugh. "Shut up Diana, there isnt anything funny about this" Michael snapped, causing his wife to look at him. "Great" Lynn said, staring at her plate of pasta noodles mixed in meat sauce. "Oh asked you" her mother snapped.
The Birthday Party
The day of the twins' birthday, April 7, 1973 dawned bright and clear, a sunny day with a high of 78* Agent Morgan woke up and stretched while his wife was already up and in the shower. Michael padded down the hall to the twins' nursey to get them up. Michael walked into the room, to see Michael, Jr. sitting up and crying in his crib, with the baby monitor lying on the floor with the switch turned off. "Relax, you dirty I'll bet" he told him as Mikey continued to cry, surprisingly not waking up his brother who slept soundly. He lifted Mikey up and walked over to his brother's crib to see why John lay so quietly. As he peeked over the edge, he saw Jessica Wakefield, John's friend, who was 10 months old, lying next to him, her arms stretched wide in trust. Michael smiled, then carefully removed her arm from's John's chest, and watched as the baby girl settled it on John's wrist, and her other arm remained at her side.
"Are they dressed yet?" Diana came in, toweling her hair, watching Michael, bounce a crying Mikey. "Here, I'll change him, and you get John all set" her husband suggested, quietly watching his wife, who seemed to think it over. "Alright" she said, getting up and walking over to John's crib. She lifted him up, and placed him on the other changing table while he still slept, half-way through dressing him, John woke up and started to wiggle in terrible fright. She finished, dressing him and sat with him the rocking chair to calm him down. "Daddy! Daddy!" he started to yell, while beginning to kick at his mother's hands. "Alright, alright" she said, as she let him down so he could look for his father.
Once downstairs, John found his father in the kitchen, drinking water and reading the paper. "Daddy" John callled, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Mm?" Michael asked, still reading. "What time is it?" he asked. Michael looked up startled. He had never asked that. "Um 11:30, it starts in a hour from now, which is 12:30" he said.
A hour later
Mostly it was family and friends who walked through the door, along with the Reagans, and His Holiness. Michael, Jr. waddled along behind his older much loved twin brother John as the older boy shook everyone's hands, while his little brother imitated him. Murmers floated through the room about how John was so polite, and well-behaved. A trait that would serve him well throughout his life.
"Ok boys" Michael called to his sons, and they turned toward him. One ran, while the other one wobbled a bit unsteady on his legs. "Sit" he instructed. John sat down and Michael sat next to him. Everyone began to dig into the food that Michael spent all week and all last night preparing. Eventually, the boys looked at him expectantly. "What?" he asked. John put down his napkin, while Michael, Jr. decided to eat his. "Michael, we dont eat paper" his father said, looking stern at him. "'Orry Dada" he said, causing everyone in the room to wince at how much of a newly talking toddler he was, while older brother John talked at preschool age, with out difficulty. "Presents Daddy!" John said, while everyone laughed. "Right" Michael, Sr. said getting up. He brought a stack of presents into the room, and set them down in front of the boys. Both got their own pile. "Ok, John you first" Diana said, hiding the snidness, but some of the resentment slipped out. "Air Force One, a new model" the one year old proclaimed, startling everyone in the room at his knowledge of the plane. Michael, Jr. looked at him, with a confused look in his eyes. "Ok Mike it's your turn" his mother told him. He tore the wrapping paper off the gift which revealed a G.I Joe. "Cool" he said, quietly, looking at his older brother. Eventually the way his brother was so loved and more able to communicate which added to everyone's likenes of him would caused resentment for his younger brother Michael, Jr. Once the presents were open the room were strewn with wrapping paper.
"John, hold everything up" Michael said to his son. "Ok, let's see model of Air Force One, model of Marine One, model of Air Force Two, The VP's plane, model of the JFK car, model of the A-10 Thunderbolt II, a military aircraft, model of the F-14 Bobcat, a navy plane, a army pilot helmet, similar to mine, and let's you should have one more" Michael said, still taping. "Where, I dont see anything" one-year-old John said to his father. "Look outside" Michael suggested ignoring the looks his wife was giving him. As John ran outside with Michael, Jr. toddling behind him, Diana spoke to her husband. "Mike you better not have" she said. He shrugged a his shoulders. "Daddy! it's a plane!" John screamed with excitment, hopping up and down. Michael ran outside, sneaking up behind the toddler, and swooped him up causing the boy to shriek with laughter. "Can we go fly? Daddy?" John asked once his father put him down. "I guess it would be okay, but if you want to fly you have to have me go with you, if I catch you in the plane by yourself your in trouble, understand?" Michael said as they walked along.
"I told him not go and get that plane, John is just to little, he cant fly that yet" Diana told her husband's uncle Robert who was secretery of treasury for Richard Malone Nixon. "Yes, but one day he will fly that" Robert told her. "Michael made a promise that he would get John a plane, and he did" Robert's wife Lily explained. "I just didnt except it to be so soon" Diana admitted.
Chapter Four: Preschool Days
Two years had passed, and John and his twin brother Michael were going to begin their first and last year of preschool because thier parents felt they only needed one year of preschool.
John was excited while his brother was aprehensive. He didnt enjoy being away from his mother, while his older brother John did enjoy the freedom away from her because it ment he didnt have to endure her lectures every five minutes. "Hello you must be Diana's children" a woman said, smiling at them. John drew himself up to his full height and smiled at her. "Yes, I'm John, and this here is my brother Michael, Jr." John told her. "Hi Michael" she said, kneeling at his eye level. "I want Mommy!" he started crying while his older twin winced. He obviously wasnt ready for the brave 'new world' as their mother thought he was.
"Get over it" a voice behind them said. John turned. The voice belong to his friend Bruce Patman. All three of the boys were in a playgroup together. "That's Bruce Patman" John told the teacher. "Yeah I know" she replied while looking down at the crying Michael who perked up slightly as he heard the click of heels on the tiled floor. "Mommy!" Michael yelled as he broke away from his teacher's hand. "Hey Elaine" Diana called as she carried a now three-year old Michael in her arms. "Where is John?" she asked. Elaine pointed at some kids who were laughing. The small group of three to seven kids surrounded a three- year-old boy who was talking about a state dinner he had attended with his father, a secret service agent, at the white house a few weeks ago. "I dont go to school Michael" Diana was explaining to the toddler, who she was trying to coast to join his older brother and his friends. The group of kids he was surrounding by was the group he would remian friends with all his life; they were: Todd Wilkins, Bruce Patman, Winston Elbert, Jessica Wakefield, Christian Gorman, Samuel Woodruff, and Buddy Palmer. Michael calmed down, and walked into the room led by his mother over to where his brother and eight of his friends stood laughing at a joke John had just made up about Richard Nixon's face. Their mother cleared her throat and John glanced up. She whispered into his ear. "Sure" he said.
The months passed and John and Michael finished their first and last year of preschool, next year they would in kindergarden.
Born To Rule
Part One
The End
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