Blended

Chapter 20

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Ring. "Brian."

"Brian…."

Ring.

…………. Ring.

….. Ring….. Ring.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Brian," Justin called as he clutched his small silver bell. "Brian!" Justin held his breath, waiting to hear some sign of movement from the other room.

Brian shifted in his sleep, his eyes opening and closing quickly, catching the time on the clock; 4:23 a.m. "Brian! Come hold it!" Justin called from the bathroom. Brian furrowed his brow, got up and walked into the bathroom to see what he was talking about.

"Hold what?" He asked, stopping short when he saw that Justin was standing in front of the toilet, grabbing wildly at nothing but air.

"My dick! I can't see it. I can't reach it. I have to pee." Justin whined.

"What the fuck, no. Sit down," Brian said as he looked at Justin through half-closed eyes, his hair sticking in every direction. Justin frowned as his bottom lip started to tremble.

"I'm not sitting down. I would like to retain as much of my dignity as I possibly can, thank you," Justin said. Brian looked at his husband, nine months pregnant, three days overdue, dressed in a pair of sweats that wouldn't pull up past his stomach and a white sleeveless tee shirt that had long ago given up hopes of fitting.

"I think you may have left your dignity somewhere around four and a half months."

"What?" Justin asked as he looked over at Brian and reached for his dick again, grabbing nothing. Brian shook his head. "Come on Brian," he cried.

"I'm not holding your dick while you piss! Are you crying?"

"But I can't see it! NO, shut up, asshole," Justin shrieked, his eyes brimming with tears. "Either you fucking hold it or I'm pissing all over the bathroom floor. And don't even think I can get down there to clean it, and the cleaning lady doesn't come until Wednesday. So hold it, goddamn it!"

"Justin, I am not holding your dick," Brian said seriously.

"You suck it, grab it, stroke it, lick it, and kiss it all the time. What's the big deal?" He paused, his lip quivering. "It's because I'm fat, isn't it?" Justin wiped at his eyes as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I did not say it was because you were fat," Brian said tiredly. Justin stared at him.

"Why are you yelling? It's not because I'm fat? So, you're saying that I am fat, but that isn't the reason you won't hold my dick. You called me fat!"

"... WHAT?"

"I have to pee, Brian! YOU DID THIS TO ME! HOLD IT!"

"FINE!"

Brian walked over and reluctantly grabbed Justin's dick, aiming it at the water. Time seemed to pause as they both waited for something to happen. "Well, fucking go already," Brian said as he ran his free hand over his face.

Justin willed himself to stop crying as he took a deep breath.

"Well, I can't now, you took too long." Justin concentrated, trying to make the urine flow. Brian sighed deeply as he felt Justin twitch. "Ha, yes," Justin said happily. Brian let go when he finished and moved over to wash his hands.

"That was the single most disgusting, semi-erotic thing that has happened to me in the last decade." Justin rolled his eyes as he flushed the toilet.

"As someone who has been with you for the past decade I can say that that statement is false," Justin said as he grabbed his bell and followed Brian back into the bedroom, turning the light in the bathroom off. "So, what do you want to do now?" Justin asked as he lowered himself slowly onto the bed.

Brian looked over at Justin as he dropped down to the bed. "Sleep, Justin. It's fucking 5 a.m." Justin bit his lip and looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

"4:30 actually," Justin mumbled. Brian placed his arm over his eyes and tried to block Justin out. "Brian," Justin whispered. "Brian, are you really going to go to sleep now?"

"Yes."

"But, I can't sleep," Justin said as he tried to move back on the bed. Brian frowned from under his arm and took a deep breath.

"I am trying to figure out exactly what that has to do with me," Brian said into the darkness. "Go to sleep, Justin."

Justin looked over at Brian and lay down in the bed, his hands resting on his stretched stomach. He let out a loud sigh as the pressure on his spine increased. He turned to his side, his stomach pushing into Brian. The baby kicked and flipped as Justin struggled to force himself to sleep.

"Go to sleep," Justin whispered to the baby, tapping on his stomach. Justin turned back onto his back, took a deep breath and turned to his other side.

"Brian, Brian? Are you asleep yet?" Brian didn't answer. Justin turned over in the bed again and coughed. The baby was in full form, moving all around. "If you have that much energy you should make a fucking appearance sometime soon. Anytime would be nice, really," Justin said. Justin looked down at his stomach and pressed on the exposed flesh.

Justin laid there for an hour before giving up all hopes of sleep. He pushed back the tangled sheets and got out of the bed.

He opened their bedroom door and walked over to Pilot and Race's room. The two boys were each sound asleep in their cribs. He walked out of their room and stopped at Junior's door. She was hanging off the edge of the bed, her head and torso resting on the floor, her legs stuck in the sheets on the bed.

"Jeez," Justin said as he went into the room, picked her up and placed her back in the bed. He kissed her head and pushed himself up from her low bed. He walked out of her room and down the stairs, pausing at the refrigerator to grab a tub of ice cream, some chocolate syrup and a bag of Oreo cookies.

He sat down on the sofa and turned on the television, popping the top off of the chocolate ice cream. He positioned the chocolate syrup over the ice cream, holding the spoon in his mouth, and squeezed hard. He sat the syrup in between his legs and grabbed a cookie.

He held the Oreo in his left hand and scooped up the ice cream concoction with the spoon in his right, depositing it on the cookie and popping it into his mouth.

"I am not fucking fat," he mumbled from around the cookie as he wiped at the ice cream that started to drip from his mouth. Justin eyed the little silver bell that was on the sofa next to him. "I can't believe he called me fat." Justin looked down as chocolate syrup made its way down his stomach.

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Brian frowned as he felt the heat radiating through his side. Justin was wrapped around Brian in as comfortable a position as he could get, his stomach propped up on Brian's side and his face buried in Brian's shoulder.

Brian blinked a few times as he adjusted to the daylight that was pouring into the room. Justin moaned as Brian shifted causing his stomach to shift and come to rest on the warm sheets. Brian looked over at Justin, noting the chocolate stains that littered his shirt.

Brian heard a soft noise and saw a small hand and leg tangled up in Justin's limbs. "Mm," Justin shifted, "where are you going? What time is it?" Justin asked. Junior coughed and rolled her body onto its right side.

"To the gym," Brian said as he walked around the bed. Junior's blanket was hanging off the edge of the bed. Brian picked it up and tossed it on the foot of the bed. "At least one of us has to stay desirable," he smirked.

"You are going to regret that," Justin yawned as he repositioned his pillow. Brian turned on the shower and walked back into the bedroom, picking up random pieces of clothing.

"Are you even aware that you are talking to me, or are you talking in your sleep?"

"I'll let you know later," Justin breathed as he heard Brian disappear back into the bathroom and the shower door close.

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Hunter stopped the Hummer and put it in park. "Where are we?" Molly asked as she looked out the window.

"Ah, nope, no questions," Hunter told her, "just get out of the car and follow me." He closed his car door and walked around to open hers. Molly took his offered hand and slid out of the truck, closing the door behind her.

"Do I get a prize at the end of this mystery trip?" she asked. Hunter pulled her closer, her board shorts riding low on her hips.

"Possibly," Hunter smirked as he led her through the path. "And that was a question."

"Fine, I won't ask any more questions. You know," Molly started ten minutes later, "this is how people die, led to their deaths down darkened paths by their lovers for insurance money."

"It's the middle of the day. And if I wanted to kill you I would not have wasted all the gas. I would have just done it at the apartment." Molly laughed as they cleared the path and the trees and stood in front of a large lake.

"It's… a lake."

"You said you wanted to swim," Hunter told her with a smile as he looked all around the lake. They were all alone. Hunter kissed her cheek as he stepped out of his shoes and socks. Hunter moved towards the water and grabbed her hand. "I can't believe you walked halfway without your shoes on."

"Shut up."

"Just an observation," Hunter shrugged.

"Don't, I swear to God Hunter, I will kill you," Molly said as Hunter stepped into the murky water, his feet disappearing beneath the surface. He smiled at her as he continued to pull on her hand, inching her closer to the water.

Molly groaned as her feet made contact. "What, you did say that you wanted to swim. And it is hot, so."

"Yeah, but in water that doesn't uniquely resemble shit," she said as she tried to pull him out of the water.

"Shit," she yelped, "it's cold." Hunter laughed at his girlfriend, newly graduated from Carnegie Mellon with a degree in Engineering. It was the third week in July and the sun was burning into their skin.

Molly let out a piercing scream as Hunter jerked her forward, flinging them both back and into the water. Molly paddled her arms and legs around, trying to orient herself. Hunter grabbed onto her arms as she found purchase in the brown water. "You are so going to die," she said with a laugh as Hunter moved closer to her and pushed the stringy wet hair out of her face.

"I don't even want to think of what is soaking into my skin right now," Molly said as she wiped the water off her face.

"You look so sexy, wet like that," Hunter said as he pressed their lips together. Molly leaned into him as her hands roamed over his arms and chest.

"You say the sweetest things," she said with a smile as she turned her head towards the sun. Hunter took a deep breath.

"We were watching a movie," Hunter began, "and I was trying to warm you up." Molly turned her attention to him and listened, her face full of confusion. "You saw a trailer for a movie, I don't remember which one, but I do remember you saying, 'that's it, that's the perfect proposal; no one around for miles, a lake and the heat of the summer sun.'"

Molly bit her bottom lip as her heart started to beat and her hands started to shake. Hunter reached underwater and into his pocket. "Hunter…."

"I have delivered the setting," Hunter said with a laugh as he held up the small blue box, the words Tiffany & Co. displayed prominently on the top, and gestured to his surroundings. "Now, I am asking the question. Will you marry me?"

Molly couldn't speak as she stared at the blue box. All of her words were caught in her throat. Finally, after catching her breath she yelled, "HOLY SHIT! Are you serious? HUNTER, are you serious… is that a Tiffany box?" Hunter stood smiling, waiting for her answer.

"Would I have asked if I wasn't?"

"Don't be a smartass and ruin my moment, dick," Molly said as she smacked him in the chest, his tee shirt wet and sticking to his chest.

"Are you going to answer my question, or are you going to stand there with a girl boner, keeping me waiting?"

"OH, shit, YES. Yes, yes," Molly answered as she wrapped her arms around Hunter and kissed him deeply.

Hunter pulled away from the kiss to slip the engagement ring onto her finger. Molly looked down at the ring, perfectly clear diamond in the classic Tiffany setting. Molly lunged forward again once the ring was in place, knocking them both backwards into the water.

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Justin was sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room with Pilot, Race and Junior's clothes for the day on the floor around him, a bottle of lotion and two diapers between his legs. "Pilot, come here so I can put your clothes on," he said as he moved around on the floor trying to get comfortable.

"Dad'y, no clo'ds," Pilot said as he wiggled on the floor just out of Justin's reach. Justin struggled to reach some part of his son's body. Junior sat next to Justin putting on her socks.

"You have to wear clothes, Pilot. We do this every morning. Can you cooperate this morning, please?" Justin asked. Pilot laughed as Justin caught onto his foot and pulled him towards him. "You are too much, do you know that?"

"Tummuch!" Pilot tried to repeat as he leaned into Justin, resting his weight on Justin's belly.

"Are you trying to squish the baby?" Justin asked as he tried to put some lotion in his hands and hold onto Pilot at the same time. Junior managed to put both of her socks on and was making quick work of her jeans.

"Babee." Justin laughed as Pilot turned around and pressed a kiss to his stomach. "BABEE," he screamed. Race was busy working on the tabs of his diaper.

Justin managed to get lotion on Pilot's body before the small boy wiggled out of his grasp. All covered in lotion on a hardwood floor he was impossible to catch. "Shit," Justin said as the cordless started to ring. "WHAT?"

"That's a nice way to answer the phone," Brian said as he drove down the street, headed towards the loft. Justin sighed and rolled his eyes as Race jumped up, his diaper dropping to the floor as he ran away.

"NO, Race, no, no," Justin said as his son disappeared on the other side of the sofa. Junior got up and walked around the sofa. "Your son is walking around with his dick hanging out," Justin said.

"No daddy, dad said it's a… a penis, RIGHT DAD?" Junior asked, screaming the last part. Justin sighed as she fell back onto the hardwood floor laughing.

"Before you even ask, I take full responsibility and you can't blame the boy for wanting people to see," Brian laughed.

"I am sure you do and I am also sure that you'll feel differently when he pisses on your sofa, since that is where he is at the moment," Justin told him. "Did you call for any particular reason?"

"I called you because you called me. Or do you not remember?"

"I didn't call you," Justin said with a frown. "Did I?"

"I don't think it was any other insomnia riddled blond who called me in the middle of my workout." Justin frowned.

"Fuck you… and your workout," Justin said. "And why did you have to say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you are the only one who goes to the gym, I go to the gym too, Brian," Justin said as he tried to get up off of the floor. Brian sighed as he stopped at a red light. "I used to go to the gym all the time."

"I never said you didn't," Brian said as Justin cut him off.

"And I would have gone today if someone could stop sowing his semi-wild oats." Brian took a deep breath and pressed his fingers to his temple.

"But you didn't go today and today is what we are talking about. What is wrong with you?" Justin felt heat rise to his torso as he realized that he was indeed stuck on the floor.

"NOTHING, is wrong with me and stop asking me that. Maybe I just need someone to be here. MAYBE, if someone was here I would be able to relax. MAYBE, if someone was here I could get up off the MOTHERFUCKING FLOOR, YOU SHIT," Justin said loudly as the tears started to flow. Pilot, Race and Junior all stood watching him.

"Justin, if you know you can't get up off the floor then why do you get down there?" Brian asked calmly. He was used to Justin's mood swings, which had become more frequent over the last week. He had to pull the phone away from his ear as Justin started to scream.

"Oh, so now I'm stupid. I'm fat and lazy and stupid."

Brian didn't know what to say so he stayed silent. Justin let out a restrained yell as he violently pressed the end button. Brian pressed on the gas when the light turned green.

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Hunter walked into his former apartment and pulled his sunglasses off. "What the fuck have you been up too? Are you ready for the demo?" Hunter nodded at Charlie.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I've been practicing everyday," Hunter answered. Trey scoffed a laugh as he opened the refrigerator.

"Fucking your girlfriend doesn't count as practice," Trey said as he pulled a beer from the fridge.

Hunter laughed. "Fiancé," he clarified.

"Like anyone would marry you," Charlie said as he sat looking through the DVD collection. Ricky traced his finger along the bulge in Charlie's shorts as he rested his head on his boyfriend's leg.

"I asked her today," Hunter told them, "she said 'yes.'"

"Bullshit, are you serious? You cannot be serious," Charlie said. Hunter nodded with a smile.

Trey walked into the living room and dropped down onto the sofa next to Hunter. "I can't believe you're fucking getting married," he said as he took a drink from the beer bottle in his hand. "Where'd you get the ring from?"

"Tiffany's," Hunter answered with a smile as he looked over at Trey. Ricky and Charlie both looked over at the same time.

"Tiffany's!" they all said at once.

"Holy fucking shit man," Ricky said as Charlie turned back to the stack of DVDs. "You could have got her a ring from like… The Big Q, or something."

Trey and Charlie started to laugh. "Yeah," Hunter said, "I'd like to see you get a girl a ring from The Big Q."

"That, my friend is an impossibility," Ricky said with a smirk as he leaned over and looked at Hunter, his left hand resting on Charlie's stomach. Trey took a drink from his beer as he slouched down on the sofa. Charlie dropped the last of the DVDs back onto the pile.

"Why is that?" Hunter pressed as he snatched Trey's beer and took a drink.

"Simple. There is no way that I would buy a girl a ring. Don't like pussy." Charlie and Trey were lost in laughter as Hunter choked on the beer he was swallowing.

"Okay. Okay, but what if it was for your sister or something?" Trey managed to ask. Ricky shrugged as he tossed the DVD he was holding onto the floor.

"Whoever is fucking her at the time can buy her a diamond," he said.

"Your sister's a whore," Charlie said as he sighed and dropped the movie and video game he was holding.

"Shut the fuck up, she's still my sister."

Charlie huffed as he stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up his torso. "Let's go to the video store," Charlie said as he got up. Hunter stood up, checking his phone for messages as they waited for Trey to put on his shoes.

Ricky unlocked the door and pulled it open as he slipped his sunglasses on. "She, she is a little bit of a whore, isn't she?" Ricky asked as he slid his keys into his pocket.

"And I have first hand experience," Trey added. Hunter nodded and mouthed, 'me too.'

"What?" Ricky said as they all walked through and he started to close the door. "Oh fuck you guys." Charlie pulled on Ricky's hand, making him jerk the door closed.

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"Justin, come on, open the door," Daphne yelled as she pressed on the buzzer.

She sighed as she heard the door unlatch. "Thank you so much," she said silently as she opened the door and walked up. Justin was sitting on the floor when Daphne appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Junior was standing on her stepstool below the intercom.

"Aunt Daphne, Aunt Daphne, I opened the door for you. Is Damien coming too?" Daphne smiled as she picked Junior up and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"I know you did. You are such a big girl, and Damien is with his daddy," Daphne said as she swung Junior in her arms. Pilot and Race ran over to her and started patting on her legs.

"Da'nee," they both called at once as they reached up. Daphne put Junior down and picked up the boys at the same time.

"You guys are getting heavy. Hello, hello," she said as she kissed them both.

"He'e," Pilot said with delight as he held up one of his socks for Daphne to have. She gladly took it as she kneeled down and placed both boys back on the floor. Junior wiggled on her feet in front of Daphne, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Is he gonna come back?" Junior asked as Race walked over to her and wrapped his arms around his big sister. Junior struggled to get out of his grasp as he held on tightly giggling for all it was worth.

"He'll be back in two weeks," Daphne answered as she stepped around the three of them and focused her attention on Justin. "Aw. You look so cute sitting there," she smiled sarcastically.

"To what do I owe the pleasure and how much do I have to give you to go away?" Justin asked. Daphne smirked as she walked over to the sofa and sat on the back, facing him.

"I would be offended… if I had the energy." Daphne dropped her bag to the floor and kicked it out of the way, tossing the sock Pilot had handed her to Justin. "You look… pregnant. Are you crying?"

"No, and what a nice observation," Justin said with a huff as Pilot and Race came running through the room. Daphne smiled as she looked at the two boys, dressed in only their diapers. "This was the only piece of clothing I could get on him."

"The boy has a mind of his own," Daphne said. "Hey, did you enroll her in kindergarten yet? She starts this year, right?"

"Yeah, we enrolled her already."

"You do realize that she's like, half the size of the other kids in the class," Daphne laughed.

"Shut up, she can't help that she's short," Justin said as he felt the baby kick and turn. "Daphne," he said with all sincerity, "I am seriously considering performing my own C-section."

Daphne frowned and looked at her friend with all the sympathy she could muster. "What did the doctor say?"

"He said that I should be patient," Justin scoffed.

"Well, have you tried naturally inducing labor? It works you know. Take it from a healthcare professional," she said pointing at herself with a wide smile.

"Yeah right," Justin said. "I'm not fucking Brian. He called me fat."

"I am sure he didn't mean it that way," Daphne tried to reason. Justin shot her a look of death. "What, stop looking at me like that," she said. "Where is he anyway?" Justin sighed as he wiped away the tears that had been falling as he talked to Brian.

"Gym." Daphne nodded.

"Dad'y," Race said as he held up his empty cup. Justin smiled as he took the cup from his son. He looked over and laughed as he saw Pilot trying to reach his cup that was in the middle of the kitchen table.

"You want some juice?" Justin asked. Race smiled, clapped and ran to the kitchen. "I am really horny though," he said. "Help me up, please." Daphne laughed as she reached down to help her best friend get up off the floor.

"When was the last time you guys had sex?"

"I am not discussing my sex life with you… over a month." Daphne laughed as Justin walked over to the table and picked up Pilot's cup. Junior came running over, her sweats twisted from her trip to the bathroom.

"Me too, daddy, me too," Junior said as she walked up to Justin as he pulled the refrigerator door open. She stood by his legs as he reached in to get the juice. "That one, daddy, okay," she coaxed. Justin picked up the container she was pointing to and closed the door.

Justin sat the container on the counter and unscrewed the caps on the boy's cups. "Over a month, that has got to be like four years to you," Daphne said as she eased herself onto one of the stools. Justin poured juice into the cups and screwed the tops back on. "So what, couldn't get it up?"

"I have no idea why I allow you to be my best friend," Justin said as he handed Pilot, Race and Junior their juice. "The doctor advised us not to engage in any sexual activities for the last few months."

"Because, you love me, and the advice was obviously not taken," Daphne told him. "Answer the question." Justin leaned on the counter and sighed.

"We… couldn't find a position that was umm, conducive to relations," he told her with a smile as he turned to put the juice away.

"Did you say relations? I don't think I can talk to you anymore," Daphne said as she laughed. Junior finished drinking and sat her cup on the counter before running off.

"This is why I don't talk to you," Justin told her with a smirk. "Don't you have to go to work or something?" Pilot walked away, his cup held firmly between his teeth. Race stayed in the kitchen next to Justin, drinking as fast as he could.

"I'm on my way. Been working the night shift since Damien's been out of town. Are you planning on putting clothes on them?" Daphne asked with a laugh as she looked at the two boys.

"I'll give you five hundred dollars if you do it."

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"Daphne," Brian greeted as he walked into the loft. Junior was sitting at the table; Pilot and Race were in their highchairs. They were all eating popsicles.

"Brian," Daphne said as Pilot and Race started to kick and talk excitedly. "Justin's on the phone with one of his clients." Brian nodded as he sat his keys on the counter.

"Da, da, da," Pilot and Race yelled happily. Junior was too busy licking at the juice that was dripping down her arm.

"Naked and sticky," Brian said with a smirk, "nice." Daphne laughed as she drank the rest of her water.

"I heard you called him fat," Daphne stated as she put the bottle down. Brian frowned as Pilot held up the melting Popsicle for him to share.

"I simply did not deny that he was," Brian clarified as he pulled on a strand of Junior's hair. Junior looked up as she giggled, her hands and face covered in the sticky juice.

"Hi, dad," she said with a cherry-lipped smile as she moved her attention back to her task. Pilot and Race were happily pushing the melting concoction around on their trays.

Brian raised an eyebrow at them as he walked past. "I'm going to take a shower," Brian said as he moved towards the stairs.

"Surprised you didn't take one at the gym."

"I was too busy taking phone calls from your best friend." Daphne laughed as she got up to clean the kids up while Brian disappeared up the stairs.

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Brian stepped under the spray and rested his forehead against the glass, his left hand working on his straining cock. He bit back a moan as he heard the first ring from Justin's bell. "Brian," Justin called.

Brian blocked out the sound of Justin's voice as he neared his orgasm. They hadn't fucked in weeks. Ring. "Fuck," Brian moaned as he slowly pumped into his hand, his strokes long and steady.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"BRIAN," Justin yelled as he made his way into the bedroom, his silver bell clutched tightly in his hand. "Why do you insist on ignoring me when you know that I know you can hear the bell?" Brian slowed his pace as he fought to make his session last. Justin waddled into the steamy bathroom and crossed his arms.

"Because, sunshine," Brian answered as he closed his eyes, his head tilted upwards and his eyes closed as he slowly stroked his cock. Justin stepped closer to the shower.

"Because… because is not a… what are you doing?" Brian rested his head on the shower stall as Justin opened the door to the shower. "Are you… are you jacking off?"

"Well, I was, until I was so rudely interrupted," Brian said as he stared at Justin. "If you don't mind," Brian gestured to the shower door, "I'd like to finish."

"No. Why should you get to do that while I am like," Justin paused to gesture at himself, "this."

Brian pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as he bit back the laugh that rattled in his throat. Justin stood brooding as Brian started to move his hand again, slowly, teasing Justin.

"Daphne… Daphne's down… downstairs," Justin mumbled. Brian raised an eyebrow.

"I saw her."

Justin's mouth dropped open and he let out a small gasp as his silver bell clattered to the floor. Brian smirked as he turned off the water, walked out of the shower and through the bathroom door.

Justin felt his dick growing hard as he heard their bedroom door close, and lock.

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"I thought the doctor advised you not to have sex. If you guys were going to fuck, you could have just told me, instead of leaving me down here coloring like an idiot," Daphne said as she stood up and stretched, dropping her green crayon onto the small table.

Brian looked over at her and smirked. "You look like you were having an awfully good time and who says we were fucking," he said as he reached into the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water, handing her one.

"Hmm, the self-satisfied look on your face and the fact that Justin hasn't emerged from upstairs," Daphne laughed as she twisted the cap. Brian held up his water bottle up in mock salute, his eyebrow raised and he swallowed.

"Being selfish is severely underrated." Daphne laughed. Junior walked up to Brian and patted him on the leg, holding up her picture for him to see.

"Look at my picture, dad. Do you very much like it?" She asked with a huge smile on her face. Brian bent down to her level and examined the picture. Junior danced from foot to foot as she waited for him to say something. Brian smiled. She reminded him of Justin, waiting to see if someone liked his painting.

"It's a masterpiece," Brian said. Junior started to smile and jump around with her picture. Brian stood up and took another drink of his water.

"I have to show daddy," Junior said. Brian stopped her, reaching over to put his water bottle on the counter.

"Daddy is sleeping," Brian said.

"I bet he is," Daphne laughed.

"We'll stick it on the refrigerator, along with your many others, so he can see it when he gets up, okay."

"O-KAY," Junior said as she ran to the refrigerator and picked up one of the colorful magnets, placing her picture underneath. "I have to go and make'd another one so you can take it to Cynthia. Cause she really does like them, right?" Brian nodded and Junior ran back over to the table to get started.

"She sees Cynthia a few times every two weeks and she gets a picture. She sees me everyday and I get nothing," Daphne scoffed in mock offense.

"They say that absence makes the heart grown fonder," Brian said. Daphne smirked as she turned around and hopped off her stool.

"Well, some of us have to go to work," she said as she headed towards the door. "I just love the night shift." She flung her bag over her shoulder and pulled the door open, stepping through.

"I thought you worked the day shifts," Brian said as he glanced over at Pilot and Race. Pilot was busy ripping his coloring pages to shreds and placing them all over the floor.

"I do. But, I figured since Cedric has Damien for the next few weeks I'd work some of the nights too," she shrugged. "I have to go. Tell Justin I'll call him." Brian closed the door as she disappeared down the stairs.

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"Oh, Molly, umm… wow," Jennifer said as she hugged her daughter. Molly wrapped her arms around Jennifer, smiling. Tucker grabbed Molly's hand and admired the diamond.

"Nice."

"Thanks."

Molly pulled back from her mom and leaned against the counter. "We were thinking of getting married in July," Molly said, "you know, keep it small and informal."

"July, Molly! That's so soon. It's almost less than a month away," Jennifer said surprised. Tucker let go of Molly's hand and went to answer the ringing phone.

"I know," Molly said as she picked up a cracker. "Do you think that asshole will at least pay for the wedding?" Jennifer sighed as she looked at her daughter. She really did not want to call Craig.

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Junior walked down the stairs, her wagon banging against each step as it trailed behind her. "How much are you going to bring?" Brian asked her as she ran to the door and picked up her small book bag, filled with various toys.

Justin walked around the kitchen with Race on his hip. He was talking to Brian as Race rang his bell as hard as he could. Justin seemed unfazed by the noise but it was all Brian could hear.

"Daddy, can I bring Balls too?" Justin walked over and stood Race on his feet.

"No, you're going to the park and the park is not good for a robot dog," Justin said. Junior frowned as she sat inside her wagon. In the only free space she could find.

"Balls is not a robot dog, he's a real dog," Junior chided as she placed her right leg on the other side of the handle and pulled it up between her legs, leaning as far back as she could. Race walked over to the loft door and started to bang Justin's bell against it, the metal on metal pushing through to Brian's nerves.

Brian clenched his jaw, took the bell from Race and slid the door open. Race immediately started to cry. Justin grabbed the handle of the wagon and pulled it out of the door. "Justin, don't pull that."

"Why, it's on wheels, Brian," Justin said as he pressed the button for the lift.

"I can see that," Brian said as he ushered Pilot and Race out of the loft and closed the door. Race cried the whole way down. "Why exactly are we venturing outside of the house?" Brian asked.

"Because, we love our children and want them to have fun and get fresh air," Justin answered. Brian stared at him.

"Just so you know, sunshine," Brian said as he leaned into Justin's ear, "it doesn't grow when you lie. That's just what your daddy told you to make you feel better."

"Fuck you, and I am in no need of fabrications to enhance the size of my cock."

"What's a cock?" Junior asked as she looked up at Brian. Justin leaned back against the wall and waited for Brian's explanation.

"A cock is what some guys call their…."

"It's a rooster," Justin interrupted. Junior frowned as she thought about what was said. "I cannot believe you were going to tell her that," he said. Brian smirked as he moved Pilot and Race away from the door.

"You have a rooster, dad? Can I see it?" She asked happily as the lift reached the bottom.

"No," Brian told her as he raised the gate.

********

Brian opened the door to the building and Junior ran out, stopping at the curb. Justin came out second and Brian was trailing behind, both Pilot and Race's small hands clutched tightly in his one. "Can I at least have it back?" Justin asked as he opened the car door. Brian hesitated before handing Justin the noisy bell.

Junior crawled into the car as Brian and Justin buckled the boys in. Justin strapped her in and closed the door before hoisting himself into the front. Brian got in and started the engine. "Pilot, stop," Junior said as she smacked her brother's hand away from her.

Race gnawed on the toys that were dangling from his car seat. He was drooling and quickly falling asleep as the tires passed over the pavement. Pilot let out a loud scream as Junior smacked him again. "Stop hitting him," Justin said as he unconsciously rang his bell in Brian's ear.

Brian reached over and snatched the bell from Justin. "Hey," Justin said. He barely had time to fully get the word out before Brian had the window down and the bell sailing through the air.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to find that bell?" Justin asked as he stared at Brian. Brian moved over a lane and smirked.

"Yes," he answered. "You were at risk of me shoving it up your tight ass if I heard it one more time."

Pilot stretched as his eyes spotted a toy on the seat between his and Race's car seats. He gave up after a while and concentrated on pulling his socks up as far as he could get them to stretch.

********

Junior hopped out of the car and grabbed the handle of her wagon before pulling it quickly towards the playground. Justin walked slowly behind her as Race and Pilot moved past him as fast as their legs could carry them. "We're going to have four kids," Justin said as Brian appeared at his side.

"I'm aware of that," Brian said. "I didn't even want to have one, let alone four." Justin found the nearest bench and sat down, getting as comfortable as he could.

"Regrets?"

"No," Brian answered as he watched his kids playing in the dirt. Justin leaned against Brian as the taller man unconsciously rested his hand on his protruding belly.

Junior wheeled her wagon over to a secluded space and flopped down in the sand. She spread her legs; her right one bent backwards at an awkward angle, and started to dig into the sand with her hands. Pilot came over and sat across from her, his blue converse hovering over the hole she was digging.

"You can help me. You can dig this hole and then I can start a new one over here, okay," Junior instructed. Pilot started to dig and Junior leaned over. "You have to do it like this, like this, Pilot," she showed him as she flung the dirt. Pilot nodded.

"Dis," he repeated as Race walked over and stood next to him. Race kneeled in the dirt and started to move the dirt around. Junior rested her dirty, sandy hands on her legs and examined her work. She reached into her wagon and pulled out some plastic cups and a shovel.

"We have to make a big, big hole so we can go all the way into the hole and then we can see big fishes and horses and monkeys and rainbows," Junior told her brothers. She moved the hair out of her face, and spit out the small amount of sand that got in her mouth.

Race sat near the hole as he worked off his socks and shoes. He dropped the shoes into the hole and laughed as Pilot started to cover them with sand.

"You gonna get in trouble," Junior said as he slipped the socks over his hands and pulled them up with his teeth. Pilot coughed as he picked up one of the plastic cups.

Race worked his way out of his shorts and quickly ripped open the tabs on his diaper, letting everything fall to the ground as he took off running around the playground. The mothers of the other children quickly tried to figure out who he belonged too. The other children pointed atndlaughed as he made his way onto the platform for the slide.

Junior ran over to Brian and hit him in the leg. "Dad, Race don't have no clothes on," she said quickly. Brian and Justin both sat up and looked around the playground. Brian spotted him as he made his way to the front of the line and got situated on the slide.

Brian got up and walked over to the slide, catching his naked son as he slid to the bottom. "Your exhibitionism is to be commended, but not at the park," Brian told him as he carried his extremely happy son over to the bench that Justin was sitting on.

"I can't keep clothes on him," Justin said as he took the clothes that Junior was holding up to him. Brian sat on the bench and started to redress his son.

An hour later Pilot was sleeping in the double stroller, they were all covered from head to toe in sand and grass stains. "Let's go," Justin said as he stood up. He started walking back to the car with Junior at his side holding his hand as she pulled her wagon. Brian pushed the twins in the stroller.

"Just leave the wagon in the car," Justin said to Brian as he held Pilot. Brian closed the car doors and followed Justin into the building and into the loft.

********

"Cynthia, tell the art department that I want the layouts for the Tyler campaign on my desk within the hour," Brian said as his cell phone started to vibrate. "Kinney," he answered.

"It moved to the right side," Justin said as he ate a strawberry, taking the extra time to pull off the green leaves one at a time.

Cynthia turned and left the office as Brian sat back in his chair. "I'll be sure to alert the media," Brian said as he sorted through the papers on his desk. Ted came in and handed him a folder.

"You need to sign these," Ted said before picking up a folder he had dropped off earlier and leaving.

Justin covered his mouth as he started to cough. "It was resting on the left, sort of towards the bottom," he said, "but about four minutes ago it moved to the right. To the right and sort of to the side," Justin said as he ate another strawberry.

"Justin, I'm at work," Brian said.

"I know," Justin said as he propped his legs up on the coffee table.

"Don't you have a painting you're supposed to be working on?" Brian said as he tried to ease Justin off of the phone. This was the sixth time that Justin had called, the sixth time in less than an hour.

"Yes, but… I don't feel like painting right now. When I sit on the stool it makes my back hurt, so I don't want to sit on the stool right now." Brian was barely listening to Justin as he looked over the papers that had been in the folder that Ted dropped off.

"Where are the kids?"

"Lindsay and Melanie came and kidnapped them," Justin said. "So, I'm all alone and I'm bored."

"Call Daphne," Brian suggested. "I am sure she is just as bored since her kid is gone too." Justin pulled the green leaves off of another strawberry and paused.

"She's at work. Am I bothering you or something?" Justin asked and Brian could hear the hurt in his voice.

"I have a presentation for Leo Brown in less than two hours and the layouts and terms for the new contract aren't even finished yet so…."

"So, I'm bothering you," Justin said with a sniff. Brian took a deep breath as Justin let out a loud sigh. Brian could hear him start to cry and he closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"Justin, you're not bothering me. I just don't have time to talk to you right now. This is the sixth time you've called." Justin continued to cry as he listened to Brian talk.

"So... ying… been… othering… you… hole… time. You.. hould… just… id.. ome…g," Justin squeaked out. Brian frowned as he tried to make some type of sense out of what Justin had just said. The harder Justin cried the harder it was to understand.

"I didn't want you to think that you were and start to cry. Like you're doing now," Brian told him. Justin was silent for a moment as he got his breathing under control and wiped his eyes. "Justin, Justin."

"I know my name, stop saying my name," Justin huffed as he leaned forward to put the plate of strawberries on the coffee table. He was about to say something when a piercing pain shot through his back. "Holy fucking shit!" He screamed as he dropped the phone.

Brian sat up as the line went dead. "Justin," he said into the phone, "Justin!" Cynthia walked into Brian's office and stopped in her tracks as he quickly stood up. He flipped his phone closed as he walked around the desk.

"Brian, what's wrong?"

"I need you to meet with Leo Brown," Brian said as he grabbed his keys. Cynthia followed behind Brian as he walked out of his office.

"Cover for Brown? Brian, you know he only likes to meet with you."

"Then reschedule." Brian walked out of Kinnetik and hit the button for the alarm on his car. Cynthia was right on his heels.

"Reschedule… Brian, he's coming in from Chicago just to see you."

"He can either meet with you or he can wait, it's his choice," Brian said before closing his car door and speeding off. Cynthia stood out in front of Kinnetik trying to gather her thoughts before going back into the building.

********

Justin took a deep breath and stood up as best as he could.

He wiped his hand over his face and moved towards the door. "Ow, fucking shit," he said as he opened the door and got on the lift. The cab that he had called was waiting in front of the building. The driver got out to help him.

"Where to?" He asked as he helped Justin get into the back.

"Allegheny General," Justin breathed through clenched teeth. "As fast as you possibly fucking can, please." The driver made it to the emergency entrance of Allegheny General just as Brian made it to the loft.

"Justin," he yelled as he pulled open the door. He searched the loft and found it empty. "SHIT!" He said as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Justin's number. He looked around as the phone started to ring inside the loft.

The driver of the cab went into the hospital and one of the nurses followed him out with a wheelchair. "How are you?" The nurse asked. Justin gave her a weak smile as he handed the cab driver the money he was clutching in his hand. She helped him out of the cab and into the chair.

"I have to call," Justin paused as the pain crashed through his body, "my husband. I have to call him so he knows where I am."

"Okay, we'll call him, but how about we get you all settled in first," the nurse said as she entered the hospital. Justin closed his eyes and nodded his head.

Forty-five minutes later Justin was sleeping soundly in his hospital bed with an IV snugly in his hand. The tape was irritating him and he had no idea if they'd been able to get in touch with Brian. "Next time you want to get some attention you can just try offering a blowjob," Brian said as he walked into the room.

Justin gave him the best smile he could muster. "I'll keep that in mind." Brian leaned over him and pressed their lips firmly together.

"Good." Brian stood next to the bed and listened as Justin filled him in on what was going on.

"So now," Justin said as his eyes started to close again, "so now I'm just waiting for an operating room to become available and then we can go in."

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm sleepy."

"You'll be able to sleep very soon," Dr. Marring said with a smile as he walked into the room. "Hey Brian, I see you finally decided to show up."

"Patrick," Brian greeted with a smirk. Patrick checked Justin and then started to write on the clipboard.

"I hope you guys are ready," he said as the nurses came into the room with another bed. They helped Justin move to the other bed and started to wheel him out of the room. Patrick handed Brian a pair of scrubs. "I don't think I need to tell you what to do," he smiled.

Brian took the scrubs and started to get dressed. 'Versace should really think about making scrubs,' he thought.

********

Justin was lying on the table as the people moved around the room, staring at the ceiling. Brian was sitting next to him, moving his right hand through Justin's hair. "Do you feel anything?"

Justin nodded as best as he could.

"Are you in any pain?" Dr. Marring asked. Justin shook his head. Brian let out a tight breath and sighed just as they heard the first cry. "I hope you saved some of those clothes. You've got another girl here," Patrick told them as he held the baby up. Brian and Justin looked at their daughter, whose brunette hair was sticking up in every direction.

"She looks like you," Justin said in a whisper as his teeth chattered together.

"What?" Brian asked. Justin repeated what he had said. Brian agreed with him as the nurse cleaned the baby off under the heat lamp. When she had on a hat and was wrapped in a blanket the nurse brought the baby over for Justin to see.

Brian took the baby and held her close to Justin. "She's really pretty and she has amazing hair," Brian said as he looked under the hat. Justin nodded as he started to fall asleep. His body was shaking as Patrick closed him up.

********

"I named the last three, now it's your turn," Brian said as he sat in the uncomfortable chair watching Justin hold their daughter. Justin looked down at the baby in his arms and then over at Brian.

"Whatever I decide stays?" Justin asked. Brian thought about it and nodded.

"Yeah, whatever you decide is what we'll go with," Brian agreed. "You realize that you are the only person I would agree to that with."

"I feel so special," Justin said. "Blue."

Brian frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I want to name her Blue," Justin said as he looked down at the baby.

"Justin…"

"You named our son Pilot, need I say more?" Brian smirked.

"Okay, Blue it is. I have to admit that I don't hate it." Justin laughed lightly as Brian took the baby from him and sat on the edge of the bed. "Blue," Brian said as he looked at the small girl. "Blue, what?"

"Blue Cherise Taylor- Kinney," Justin replied as he touched his stomach. It was sore but healing nicely.

"How long have you had this name picked out?"

"About four months," Justin answered.

Brian sat next to Justin and leaned against his pillows, the baby resting on his chest. "They expect us to take her home, don't they?" Brian asked.

"I think that may be the general idea." Justin ran a hand through her hair and laughed as the back stayed sticking up.

"How soon do you think we'll be able to fuck?"

Justin laughed as he looked at the sad, desperate look on Brian's face. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Yes."

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