Blended

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Thank you so much to my beta Carly. YOU'RE AWESOME. Thank you to Mari (Gage) for adding to my inspiration to write this chapter. Here you are Britt, you waited long enough.

 

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Saturday morning did not bring rest and relaxation to the Taylor- Kinney household. Justin was sitting on the floor in front of the television, surrounded by toys. The Backyardagans were singing at full volume and Junior was rocking quickly from side to side, her infant, newly one year old, form of dancing.

Justin was trying his best to stay patient as he pulled the comb through her hair.

He had been sitting there for what seemed like hours, trying desperately to get the knots and tangles out of his daughter's hair. "This is all your dad's fault, with his stupid uncontrollable 'I take forever to style' hair." Justin tried again to try and slowly remove all the tangles without taking all of her hair out.

"He should be here combing your hair. It came from him. But is he here? No, he is not. He is at the gym, working out and hanging with the guys. Maybe I want to work out. Maybe I want to hang out with the guys. I don't like these fucking computer generated things either," Justin said and pointed to the television. "I don't even know what that pink one is, and this fucking comb is not working," Justin said as he threw the comb across the room.

Junior looked up at her daddy and turned around. She pulled up on his shirt and smiled. Justin turned her around and she stood on shaking legs for a few seconds before falling to the hardwood. She giggled as she plopped down and Justin laughed at his daughter.

She was one tough girl. Justin twisted her sock back around so that the grips were on the bottom of her feet and she tried it again, quickly falling to the ground.

Justin had long ago stopped flinching every time she made a movement. She crawled over to Justin and pulled herself up. Justin held onto her waist so she wouldn't fall. She leaned in close and kissed him right on the lips, leaving behind a healthy dose of drool. "Thank you," Justin said as he wiped it off. Junior leaned into his chest and laughed and laughed.

Justin looked up at her hair and over at the comb he had thrown across the room. "Your hair is evil, and it must be destroyed," he told her, but she was already crawling back over to her cushion in front of the television.

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Brian slid the loft door open and closed it behind him. "What are you doing?" He asked as he walked in. Justin was searching frantically for Junior's shoe. Junior was enthusiastically crawling behind her daddy. Brian sat his gym bag down next to the island.

"I can't find her shoe," Justin said as he looked in the trashcan. Justin walked up to the cabinet and flung it open. She had entered her exploration stage and she was getting good mileage out of it.

"Why are you looking in the trash for it?" Brian asked. Junior finally noticed her dad and crawled over, a huge smile on her face. Brian leaned over and picked her up off the floor.

"She likes to throw shit away. You know that," Justin said as he climbed the stairs and disappeared inside their room. Brian followed behind him and sat Junior down on the floor while he went to the bathroom. Justin was leaning on the ledge of the bed, lifting the mattress up.

"I really doubt it's under there sunshine," Brian said. Junior heard Brian's voice and followed it into the bathroom. Brian watched his daughter in the mirror as he finished using the bathroom. He moved over to wash his hands, keeping his eyes on her. He turned his head when she crawled over by the toilet and began to mess with the magazines in the holder. "J, no, leave those alone," Brian said.

Junior looked over at him and giggled. Brian dried his hands and walked over to where his daughter was. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHERE IN THE FUCK IS IT?" Justin shouted as he left their bedroom. Brian leaned over and picked up his daughter. He happened to glance in the magazine holder and there it was, a little Nike, pink, white and waiting patiently. Brian picked up the shoe and looked at his daughter.

"Did you hide your shoe from daddy?" Brian asked. She buried her face inside her dad's neck and laughed. Brian walked out of the bathroom and back down the stairs to the living room. "Look what I found," Brian announced. Justin whipped around and looked at Brian.

"Son of a bitch, where did you find it?" Justin asked as he snatched his daughter and her shoe from Brian.

"Seems like someone likes to put things in the magazine holder," Brian said. Justin shook his head as he sat on the sofa to put her shoe on. Junior flung her head back and Justin managed to catch it and lay it down gently on the sofa. Brian came and sat next to Justin. "Where are you going?"

Justin tied her shoe and placed her on the floor before turning his attention to Brian. "I gotta go and get some of that safety stuff. She keeps opening the cabinets and things." Brian nodded and pulled Justin in for a deep kiss. Justin lost himself in the moment. Brian was still sweaty from his workout and Justin was beyond horny. Brian pulled back and Justin moaned.

"Later," Brian said. Justin bit his bottom lip and nodded. Junior crawled over and climbed into Brian's lap. She amused herself with trying to get the bracelet off his arm.

"Do you want to come with us to the store?" Justin asked. Brian looked at him with a smirk on his face. Justin laughed and got up off the sofa. "I guess I can take that as a 'no.'"

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"How much longer do we have to be in here?" Brian asked. Justin had waited while Brian showered, and after threatening him with the possibility of no sex Brian reluctantly got in the car. Justin rolled his eyes and walked down the aisle. Junior was in the basket that Brian was pushing.

"We have only been in the store for a few minutes Brian," Justin said. Junior was starting to get cranky and Brian gave her a bottle.

The basket was filled with safety items and various other products. Brian grabbed an item and read the back. "What the fuck is this for?" Justin turned around to look at what Brian was holding up.

"It's for her hair. I can't get the fucking knots out," Justin said as he finished looking at the cups.

"I know what it's for. What I mean is, why are you buying hair products for our daughter from Babies R' Us?" Brian asked. Justin picked up a cup with handles and read the package.

"I'm not paying a hundred dollars for something to take the tangles out of her hair," Justin said. Brian tossed the bottle back into the basket and went to stand next to Justin. "I can't figure out which cup I like."

Brian looked at all the cups on the wall and grabbed two packages. "These," Brian said. "Now, can we go?" Justin took the cups from Brian and looked at them. They were double packs, two small cups and two big cups. Justin shrugged and tossed the cups into the basket.

"Yes, we can go now." Brian walked back to the front of the basket and looked at his daughter. Her head was flopping over to the side as she dozed off. Brian picked her up and Justin took hold of the basket, guiding it to the checkout.

Brian and Justin stood in line as a gorgeous, tall, dark haired man entered the store. He looked over at Brian and smiled. Brian returned the gaze, passion and desire radiating from him. Justin looked back at his husband and then over at the attractive man. "I can't take you anywhere ." Brian turned to Justin and repositioned his daughter.

"Yeah, I know." Brian looked back over his shoulder for the man but he was gone. Justin tossed all the items on the counter and paid for them. They wheeled their items out to the car and after putting everything in, including Junior, they drove off.

"It says you can put it in the dishwasher," Justin said. Brian was not listening to Justin but he nodded and offered a 'really' anyway. Junior was sound asleep in the back of the car.

"Did you ever think that this would be us?" Brian asked as he turned right. Justin looked over at him and thought about it.

"Hmm, not really, but I did not really rule it out either," Justin said. Brian smiled and looked over at his blond.

"I had no idea it would be us. I had ruled it out. I had ruled it way out ." Brian glanced at Junior in her car seat. "I don't think I'd change it either though," Brian said. Justin took the silently offered 'I love you' and smiled. Brian pulled up to their building and killed the engine.

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"It says you are just supposed to spray it on," Brian said as he read the back of the bottle. Junior looked at him and giggled. "Come here J," Brian said. Justin was at the table looking over some art designs for one of his upcoming shows.

Justin loved his job at the gallery but his private shows were where his heart really was. He made very good money doing both. Brian had insisted that he didn't have to work if he didn't want to, but Justin had made it clear that he did.

Brian held his daughter in place with his legs as he sprayed the detangler on her hair. He put the bottle down on the table and started to comb her hair. "Fuck, this shit really works," Brian said as the comb went through her hair smoothly.

"I know," Justin said as he held up a sample photocopy of one of his pieces. Brian looked over at the picture.

"It's good." Brian turned his attention back to Junior's hair and picked up the brush off the table. He brushed her hair back and held it in place with a ponytail holder. "You are gorgeous," Brian said to her and Justin laughed as she let out a loud squeal.

Justin looked at his daughter and suppressed a laugh. Her hair was sticking out from her ponytail like she had just been electrocuted. He refused to say anything, or Brian would never do her hair again.

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"Are you sure you don't mind?" Justin asked. Brian was on the computer looking over some charts for an important account. Junior was asleep on her blanket in the middle of the floor.

"I said I didn't," Brian said. Justin came over and flung his arms around Brian's neck. They kissed long and hard, neither one wanting to let go. Justin moaned as Brian bit his bottom lip.

"Mmm," Justin moaned into Brian's open mouth. "I cannot wait till tonight." Brian grabbed his hips and pushed him toward the door.

"If you don't go now we won't make it to tonight," Brian said. Justin let out a sigh, grabbed his portfolio and left the loft. He had a few more things he had to pick up before the show. Brian turned back to the computer to finish his work.

An hour later Brian shut down the computer and moved over to the sofa, he sat down and after looking at a magazine for ten minutes he fell into a deep sleep. Junior woke up thirty minutes later and crawled over to the sofa.

She pulled herself up on the sofa and reached for the edge of the coffee table. When she was sure she had a good grip she moved around the edges of the table. Junior looked over at her dad and then over at the cookie jar on the shelf behind the chaise lounge. She let go of the table and took a shaky step forward.

Once she was certain that she was not going to fall she placed one foot in front of the other and made her way over to the chaise, only falling down three times.

Junior gripped her small hands on the leather and climbed up. She reached the shelf and tried to reach the jar. She stopped trying and got down. She tottered over and picked up her diaper wipe box that was sitting on the floor. Justin had put all her diaper wipes in a Rubbermaid container so that he could hold more in one place without them drying out.

She clumsily carried the box back over and placed it next to the shelf. She placed two little hands on the sides of the jar and pulled it down. The jar fell off the shelf and was saved by the soft leather of the chaise. She got down off the box and climbed onto the chaise with the cookie jar.

Junior sat down in the chaise and pulled and pulled on the top. It eventually popped off and she reached in and grabbed an Oreo cookie. She ate cookie after cookie. Her hands were covered in chocolate and bits of white from the icing in the center. Chocolate was on her mouth, all in her hair, on her clothes, her shoes and all over the chaise.

Brian got up and immediately looked over at Junior's blanket. "Fuck," he said as he jumped up. "J, J,  where are you?" Brian called. Junior started to giggle and Brian turned to look at her. "Oh shit," Brian said. Brian walked over and picked her up, holding her out and away from him. He stood her on the ground and went to get some paper towels to clean up the mess.

"You must not understand the importance of Italian leather," Brian said. Junior looked at him and smiled. She clapped her hands and tried to help him clean up the mess. "You are trying to help? You shouldn't have done it in the first place." Brian finished cleaning up the mess and threw everything away. He was bending down when Junior came over and grabbed his shirt.

"NO, SHIT!" Brian screamed but it was too late. Chocolate was all over his shirt and Junior was screaming. Brian picked her up and kissed her head. "I wasn't trying to scare you," Brian said as he kissed her cheek. Brian walked up the stairs and into Junior's bathroom. She saw the bathtub and started to try and take off her clothes.

Brian took all her clothes off and placed her in the tub. He washed her up and plucked her out of the water. Brian put a diaper on her, rubbed lotion on her and slipped her into her pajamas.

Brian opened the freezer and grabbed the box of chicken nuggets. "If you tell anyone I touched this box, let alone opened it and fixed them, I may have to hurt you," Brian said to his daughter. She laughed as she sat in her highchair watching him. Brian fixed the nuggets and gave them to her to eat.

Five hours later she was playing with her toys. Brian looked at the clock and then at the loft door. Justin was taking forever, and Brian was ready to take care of his needs.

Brian stood up when he saw his daughter drifting off to sleep. He held onto her hand as she stood up. He helped her walk, slowly, to her room. Brian checked her diaper one last time, put her in bed, turned her nightlight on and left, leaving a small crack in the door.

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All the lights were off when Justin came home. He closed the door behind him and set the alarm. Justin propped his portfolio up against the kitchen island and made his way upstairs to their bedroom.

Brian was waiting in their bed. The sheets were pulled up around his waist and he was drinking a glass of wine. Justin stepped in the room and closed the door, leaving just a crack so they could hear. "You were gone a really long time?"

"Sorry," Justin said as he slowly stripped out of his clothes. Brian took a drink of his wine and watched as all of Justin's clothes fell to the floor. Justin dropped his last bit of clothing to the floor and crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Brian's legs. "I did get a lot done."

Brian let go of his glass as Justin took it and drank the rest of the liquid before sitting the glass on the nightstand. "Really," Brian said as he captured Justin's lips in his. Brian pulled him in close and snaked his tongue into Justin's mouth. Justin moaned and Brian flipped them over so he was on top.

Brian kissed and licked his way down Justin's body, pausing for just a second before taking the leaking tip into his mouth. Brian sucked long and hard on Justin's throbbing cock. Justin arched into Brian's mouth and bit his lower lip. Brian stopped and brought his lips back to Justin's. They lost themselves in a deep kiss.

Justin moved over until he was straddling Brian's body, his ass in Brian's face. Justin took Brian's cock into his mouth and sucked hard, relaxing his throat to take all of Brian in. Brian thrust into Justin, feeding him his cock. Brian reached over and grabbed the lube and a condom off the bed. He spread some lube on his fingers and slowly entered Justin, opening him up.

Brian felt his balls tightening up and Justin closed his hand around the top of Brian's sac, taking him away from the edge. Justin was leaking profusely onto Brian's stomach and chest. Brian smacked Justin lightly on the ass and Justin turned around. "Ouch, getting a little kinky?" Justin asked his voice low and full of lust.

Brian flipped them over, slid on the condom and positioned himself in between Justin's legs. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist as Brian pushed into his waiting hole. They moved together frantically. They were both screaming for release.

Justin thrust up, matching every one of Brian's movements. Brian pounded mercilessly into Justin's ass, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Justin reached in between them and began to stroke himself in time with Brian's thrusts. They both lost themselves in the sensations.

Justin felt himself falling over the edge and as he shot his load all over them, Brian came hard inside the condom. Brian fell on top of him and after catching his breath he rolled off of Justin. "That was amazing," Justin said. Brian smiled and leaned over and kissed Justin on the cheek before reaching for his cigarettes.

Brian lit one and Justin stole a few pulls. They fucked a few more times before Brian finally fucked Justin into a peaceful sleep. They both woke up a few hours later. They showered and changed the sheets before going back to sleep.

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Junior woke up and looked into the darkness of her room. She pushed herself up on her arms and stood up, holding onto her teddy bear. She was not sleepy anymore. She wanted to get up, regardless of the fact that it was the middle of the night.

She held onto the rail and moved around her crib until she was standing close to the door. She flicked the light switch on and peeked through the open crack. "Daddy," she said. Her voice was new and shaky but that one word was unmistakable. "Daddy… daddy… daddy," she said over and over.

Brian and Justin were in a deep sleep when the tiny voice started to float over the monitor. Brian was the first one to really zone in on what she was saying. "Did you hear that?" Brian asked. Justin sat up and listened again. "Daddy," rang through the monitor again and they both jumped up.

"Did you turn her light on?" Brian asked.

"No." They entered her room and she was standing in her crib, holding her teddy bear with drool falling from her mouth. Justin looked over at the light switch and knew she must have turned it on. "Did you turn the light on?" Justin asked. Junior looked up and him and smiled sleepily.

"Daddy," she said again with a small giggle. Justin and Brian smiled. They had been waiting for her to say something, anything.

Justin looked at his daughter and smiled as he changed her diaper, kissed her and put her back in the bed. Brian had long ago went back to lie down. "It is too early to play," Justin told his daughter. She was a night owl, a trait that came from both of them.

Justin walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving the same small crack. He spent the next forty-five minutes listening to her scream, in between yelling 'daddy,' and flicking the lights on and off.

Brian turned over and pulled Justin close to him. "She'll go to sleep soon," Brian said. Justin buried himself further into Brian and closed his eyes.

"She better," Justin said with a laugh.

Brian kissed the back of his neck. "She may look a lot like me. But she is a drama queen like you. Just watch, when no one comes to check on her, she'll go to sleep," Brian said as he let himself drift off. Justin closed his eyes just as the last tears were falling from her eyes.

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Justin woke up on Sunday and slipped from under Brian's arm. After Junior finally went to sleep Brian woke up and wanted to have his own fun. Justin tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Brian to sleep. He walked down the hall and into Junior's room. The dirty blonde was sitting in her crib, happily stripping out of her clothes. "Daddy," she said as she looked up at Justin.

Justin reached into the crib and picked her up. He changed her diaper and slipped her pajamas back on. "Just because your dad does not like clothes does not mean that Junior gets to walk around naked too." Justin put her on the floor and walked out of her room.

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"Daddy," Junior said as she pulled at Justin's pants leg. Justin looked down at her and finished cracking the egg into the mixing bowl. "Daddy," she repeated and Justin looked down at his daughter again.

"You know, making you these pancakes would be a lot easier if you'd stop pulling my pants off," Justin said as he pulled his pants back up. Junior held her cup up.

"Daddy," she said.

"Juice," Justin corrected.

"Daddy," she said again and pushed the empty cup up into his eyesight again.

"Juice," Justin repeated and took the cup from her. Justin poured juice into her cup and handed it back to her. She took the cup and moved back a little, trying to see what he was doing. "What, you want to see what I'm doing?" Justin asked. He picked her up and sat her on the countertop.

"Daddy," she said with a big smile as she tried to stick her fingers in the bowl.

"No one's gonna want to eat the pancakes if you stick your fingers in the bowl," Justin said with a laugh as he grabbed her hand. She giggled and let out a happy squeal. Justin winced at the noise. It was her new favorite thing.

"Daddy," she said with a laugh.

"You have got to learn another word… fast," Brian said as he came down the stairs. He walked over to Justin and wrapped his arms around the blond.

Brian pulled Justin in tighter and rubbed his cock against Justin's ass. "Want some pancakes?" Justin asked. Justin turned his head and looked at Brian. Brian raised an eyebrow and looked into Justin's eyes. "I didn't make you any anyway…" Justin said as he took in the look on Brian's face. "…Even though you could eat some. You're not big, anymore," Justin mumbled the last part.

"What?" Brian asked as he pinched Justin's arm.

"Ouch," Justin yelped. "I said anymore," Justin defended. Brian just looked at him, knowing he looked as hot as ever.

"Hey, the reason I looked like that in the first place was entirely your fault," Brian said. Justin stopped stirring and turned around in Brian's arms. He pressed his lips to Brian's and lost himself in the taste of his lover. Justin opened his mouth and let Brian's tongue explore, each of them moaning as the kiss got deeper and deeper.

"Daddy," Junior screamed out, popping their illusion and bringing them both back down to earth. Brian broke their kiss and looked over at his daughter just as she was starting to lick the pancake batter from her hand.

"No," Justin said and turned back around to face the counter. Brian wiped her hands and lifted her up off the counter. He kissed her cheek and carried her upstairs with him.

"Come on," Brian said. "We'll leave daddy to clean up the mess he made." Justin laughed sarcastically and finished making his pancakes.

An hour later breakfast was finished. Junior ate every bite of her pancakes. Justin joined her while Brian sat with them drinking coffee. "I don't want to go to the family dinner," Justin said lazily as he cleaned up the highchair. Bits of pancakes and syrup were everywhere. Junior was over on the floor playing with her toys.

Brian gave a small grunt and smirked. "But sunshine, you know Sunday is not complete without the family dinner," Brian mocked in a sweet voice.

Justin sighed, and it was not even noon.

I know some of the things this one year old does are off the wall, and will continue to be sometimes, but I assure you, most… if not all of the things she does happened for real.

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