All Chapters of The Wait: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University CampusIt was a beautiful sunny Monday morning so Schuyler decided to sit by the lake and continue to work on his traditional Madarin. He had arrived last night from London, having spent the weekend at Olliver's place. He was amazed at how fast the toddler was growing, both in his intellectual abilities as well as physical attributes. This weekend was special as they had planned to have a picnic at Hyde Park, which Olliver had wanted to visit for a while. It seemed that one of friends at school was boasting pictures of his visit and that had gotten the little genius excited. Over the months, Abigail had become comfortable having Schuyler around and she was pleased at how the teenager was guiding her son in learning new things. She had made all of the favorites for both boys and they had hopped on the tube to the park on Saturday. Schuyler and Olliver enjoyed themselves a lot, especially after the toddler caught a

Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t

Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene"Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.The researcher looked at the small note that the man in suit was offering him and without even taking a second's glance he told the man, "He can wait, I am working." The man reluctantly stepped back, knowing he had been dismissed. Olliver went back to his experiment, adjusting his protective glasses and started jotting down his observations in his little blue diary. This diary, a gift from Schuyler, was customized to write down all the details of a chemical experiment. The older man had assured th