Blended

Chapter 9

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"Brian," Cynthia called as she peeked into his office. "Mr. Morrison is here." Brian got up, grabbed his notes and walked out the door, Cynthia hot on his tail. "Try and find out if the younger Morrison is single. I definitely see potential there," she said with a smile as she walked into the conference room behind Brian.

"Brian," Mr. Morrison said as he shook Brian's hand and then Cynthia's. They had met twice before to talk about the details of the campaign. "This is my son, Kyle. He is going to be the one in charge of the campaign while I'm in Europe."

Brian shook Kyle's hand, looking up into the attractive brunet's face when he did not let go of his hand. "Pleasure to meet you," Kyle said as he fixed a smoky glare on Brian.

"Yeah, you too," Brian said with a smirk, taking his hand back from the brunet. Kyle smiled as the meeting started never realizing that he never had a chance.

"Damn," Cynthia said as she closed the conference room door.

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Justin lay on the table, his right arm draped around Junior's midsection. "Okay," Dr. Marring said as he placed the wand on Justin's lower abdomen. "Let's see if we can find out how far along you are. Judging from how fast the test showed positive I would say you are pretty far along," he said as he moved the wand around.

After a few seconds a blurry image began to show up on the screen. "There we go," Dr. Marring said as he made sure that Justin could see the monitor. "That's your baby." Justin watched the screen with his mouth hanging halfway open.

"Holy shit," Justin said as he looked at the screen. The small baby was curled up in a tiny ball, its hands curled in front of its face. Justin moved Junior over a little and stared hard. "Doesn't its head look kind of big to you?"

Patrick laughed and moved the wand around a little more, stopping every few seconds to take measurements of the different organs and the head. "No, the head is perfectly normal," Dr. Marring said. "And… judging from the size of the head, I'd say you were about a good five months along. Yeah, that seems about right."

"Five months," Justin repeated as he looked down at his stomach. "Shouldn't I be bigger than I am at five months?" He asked as he watched the image of his baby on the screen. Patrick printed out pictures of the images on the screen as he talked.

"Not necessarily, everyone progresses at their own pace," he said. "I am sure that you'll start to show soon." Justin nodded.

"Baby, daddy," Junior said as she pointed at the image on the screen. Justin tightened his grip around her as she squirmed and smiled.

"Yeah, that's a baby," Justin said.

"Okay," Patrick said as he turned off the machine and put everything away. "You can go ahead and get cleaned up." Justin sat up and wiped the gel off of his stomach with some paper towels that Patrick had given him. "So, provided everything goes as expected, I think we can expect to see a baby around November. Everything seems healthy."

Justin threw the paper towels in the trash and got down off the exam table. He sat back down in the visitor's chair, twirling Junior's bear in his hand. "What about this throwing up?"

"Well, that depends. Some people have it throughout the entire pregnancy and some only have it for a few months or not at all. There is just no sure way to tell," Patrick said as he handed Justin the ultrasound photos and finished filling out all of Justin's information. "Just try and eat something bland or drink some Ginger Ale."

Justin nodded and listened as Patrick gave him vitamins and a list of other things he might need to know. He glanced down at his watch and noted that it was just after noon. "That's it. You should be fine until your next appointment. If you need anything though, don't hesitate to call."

"I won't," Justin said as he shook Patrick's hand and started toward the door. "Come on J." Justin paused when he was halfway through the door and looked back at the doctor. "You know I'm an artist, right?" Justin asked. "Well, anyway, is it okay for me to paint?"

"I would prefer you didn't, but if you have to I suggest you do it in an extremely well-ventilated area." Justin nodded and grabbed onto Junior's hand.

"Thanks," he said before leading Junior out into the waiting area. He stopped at the desk and made his next appointment.

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"We'll make sure and have those drafts ready for you before you leave for Europe," Brian said as he walked the father and son out of the building.

"That'd be great," Dan Morrison said as he shook Brian's hand. Kyle moved to do the same, prolonging the contact as long as he could without being obvious.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Brian," Kyle said. Brian nodded and pulled his hand from the other man's grip. Cynthia stood next to Brian, smiling as the Morrison's left the building.

"He likes you," Cynthia said with a laugh as she followed Brian back into the conference room. Brian looked over at her and gave a small nod.

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"Okay, are you ready?" Trey asked Hunter as they stood on the outer edges of the skatepark. Junior was standing on the mini-board, her helmet fastened tightly to her head. Hunter stood six feet away, ready to catch her if she managed to close the distance while still safely on the board.

Ricky and Charlie were sitting in the grass, watching as Hunter and Trey helped Junior practice how to stay up on a board. "Yeah, I'm ready," Hunter said. Trey let her go and watched as she held her balance on the board just like they had taught her to do.

They had been at the skatepark all morning and they were all tired. Junior loved the skatepark and had fast become the most adored member at the concrete playground. They went everyday, practicing all morning and then taking the last hour or so of their time there to focus on teaching Junior how to skate.

They didn't want her just sitting there, watching. It did not take long for them to see that she was a fast learner and very eager.

They had been to the nationals and while none of them had won, they all had done well enough to cross over in the pros. They were now looking for a sponsor to back them, as well as a manager.

"She is going to fall," Ricky said and just as she got to Hunter she fell off the board, hitting the ground with a small, but healthy, thud.

"Shit," Hunter said as she started to get up. There was blood trailing a path down her tiny leg. Before Hunter could move to help her she was up on her feet. Junior looked down at her knee and her eyes lit up.

Hunter, Trey, Ricky and Charlie all watched in amazement and she started to laugh. She looked up at them and bent down to grab her board.

It was her first cut and their first glimpse of how truly tough she was. "We should put a band aid or something on that," Trey said. Hunter shrugged and wiped his face with his shirt.

"It doesn't seem to be bothering her, fuck it," Hunter said.

"YAY, again," Junior said as she ran back over to Trey so that he could help her get on the board again. Ricky laughed and pulled a bottle of water from his bag. "Again, again, again," Junior screamed happily.

Trey let her go and watched as, this time, she made it all the way to Hunter without falling.

"She is one tough chick," Charlie said as he grabbed the water bottle from his boyfriend and took a long drink. Trey lined her up with Hunter and helped her get her footing again before letting her go. "Maybe she's gonna be a lesbian."

"Shut up C, you're so fucking stupid," Trey said.

"Hey," Ricky defended. "Don't call my boyfriend stupid." Charlie ran his hand over Ricky's shaved head and smiled. Charlie ran his tongue over his lips, his piercing grazing the roof of his mouth as he looked at the sweat dripping off of Ricky's tattooed body, his shirt thrown haphazardly to the ground.

Charlie felt his cock starting to grow and jumped up off the ground. "Umm, we have to go, it's time to go. Come on Ricky," Charlie said. Ricky got the idea right away and got up.

"See ya later," Ricky called as Charlie pulled him out of the skatepark.

"Yeah," Hunter called as he looked at his watch. "Shit man, we better go too, I'm supposed to drop Junior off at a friend of Justin and Brian's at like, ten minutes ago."

"Oh, then we're right on time," Trey said as he took the helmet off of Junior and made sure that had everything. Hunter laughed as they walked out of the park with Junior trying to pull her small hand out of his tight grasp.

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"That," Brian said as he stared down at the ultrasound picture. "Is not an attractive photo, maybe we should sue the doctor." Justin hit him on the arm and got up to use the bathroom.

"It looks better than the first one," Justin said as he disappeared into the bathroom. "In the first one I was only what, five months? The baby looked like an alien." Junior ran over and climbed onto the sofa. She sat right next to Brian and smiled up at him.

"That's true," Brian admitted. "What?" He asked as he looked at his daughter.

"Want to play wit da clay," Junior said as she grabbed onto her bare feet and buried her face in the sofa cushion. Brian looked at her, his eyebrow raised in the air.

"No," Brian said as he ran a hand over her head. Junior looked up at him with tears in her eyes and tried again.

"Want to play wit da clay, pweese dad, pweese." Brian shook his head and mouthed the word 'no' to his daughter again. Junior scooted off the sofa and walked over to the two steps leading up to her playroom.

She sat down next to her stuffed bear and folded her arms. "Dad is not nice," she said to the bear, her almost three year old feet tapping on the floor. Justin walked out of the bathroom and down the two small steps, pausing to look at his daughter.

Justin looked over at the sofa where Brian was sitting and laughed. The two of them were staring at each other, neither one willing to give in.

"I was only gone for a few minutes, what happened?" Justin sat down next to Brian and crossed his arms over his chest, the bulge in his stomach now more apparent than ever.

The rest of the family had flipped when they found out that they were expecting another baby.

"She wants to play with that playdoh shit," Brian said as Junior gave up the fight for dominance and got up. They watched as she walked over to the main stairs and started to go up.

"Why didn't you just get up and get the playdoh out?" Justin asked. Brian looked over at him, one eyebrow raised toward the ceiling. "What?"

"Were you not here the last time she had the playdoh out? It was a fucking mess. Not to mention the fact that she is about to go and get her hair cut. I have no idea why you buy that shit anyway."

"Because, it helps her to be creative," Justin reasoned. Brian got up off the sofa with a huff and walked into the kitchen. "She can learn to express herself artistically while at the same time having fun." Brian nodded slowly as he took a drink of water from his water bottle.

"Yeah well, I'd prefer it if her creativity was not displayed on our white sofa," Brian said.

"Yeah, I thought that was the real reason."

Brian sat the water bottle down and walked toward the stairs. "It's awfully quiet," Brian said as he started up the stairs. Justin walked behind him slowly, climbing the stairs as fast as he could.

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Junior walked up the stairs and into Brian and Justin's bedroom, dropping her teddy bear at the door. She walked over to their dresser and pulled the drawer open. She had seen her daddy put the playdoh in that drawer before.

She peeked into the drawer and spotted the jar of colorful clay.

She grabbed the jar and put it on the edge of the bed. Her curiosity got the better of her and she looked back in the drawer. She saw the pretty blue bottle of lube and pulled it out, dropping it to the floor. She sat down on the floor and played with the top until it popped open.

She lifted the heavy, full bottle up to her eye and tried to look into the small hole. She turned it over and watched as the clear liquid started to drain out of the hole. "Wow," she said softly as she put the bottle on the hardwood floor, facing her, and started to press on it.

The lube came shooting out, coating the floor and her. She looked down at her hands and her clothes and frowned. She tried to wipe the lube off of her hands but only managed to spread it around more. She pulled off her socks, shorts and her shirt.

Junior stood up and picked up all her clothes, stuffing them all under the duvet on Brian and Justin's bed. She slipped a little in the substance as she made her way toward the door.

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"Well, that's nice," Brian said as he stood at the door to their bedroom, staring at the mess on the floor. Justin walked up next to him and put his hands on his stomach.

"Where is she?" Justin asked as they walked into their room, being careful not to slip.

"Hell if I know," Brian said as he pulled the duvet off the edge of the bed, exposing the cause of the lump. "Wherever she is, she is naked." Justin made his way out of their room, calling her name.

They looked all over the house for her. Brian stood in the middle of the upstairs hallway with his hands on his hips, his fingers lightly tapping his sides. Justin walked back up the stairs, for the fourth time. He was exhausted. "Did you find her?" Brian asked as he stared into her bedroom.

"No," Justin said as he walked over to Brian and leaned against the wall.

"Yeah, me either, but I have a pretty good idea of where she might be," Brian said as his eyes locked on the one placed he had not thought to look. Brian walked back into his daughter's room and slid the closet doors open. Junior was sitting in the floor in a ball, her hands covering her face. It was the classic, 'if I can't see them, they can't see me' defense.

Justin walked in and sat down on the bed. "I don't think we are supposed to see her," he said as the baby kicked him in the ribs. He adjusted his position and held his hand over the spot that was now hurting.

"J, you really should have a little pride, come out of the closet," Brian said. Justin laughed and tried to will the pain in his ribs away.

Junior looked up at her dad and pushed up off the floor. She moved out of the closet and stood in front of Brian. He bent down to put himself on her level. "You made a mess in our room," Brian said slowly. "Are you even supposed to be in there by yourself?"

"No, dad," Junior said her eyes trying to find Justin. "I sorry dad," Junior said, moving quickly to wrap her arms around Brian's neck.

Brian was about to open his mouth and tell his daughter what exactly 'sorry' was when Justin interrupted him. "We know you're sorry, but you still did something wrong. So you have to go to timeout," Justin said.

"No, daddy, no," Junior pleaded. Justin pointed to the small chair in the corner. Junior walked over to the chair and plopped down, immediately flinging her head into the wall. Justin flinched at the movement. Brian just frowned.

"I hate when she does that," Justin said as he looked at her in the corner with her head pressed to the wall.

"Yeah well, I told you not to let her spend all that time with Emmett. He shows her a few old movies and now we have a daughter trying to give herself a concussion," Brian said.

"Yeah, because you are such a better influence, right?" Justin said jokingly. I cannot believe that you were going to tell her that sorry is bullshit," Justin said as he pushed himself up from the low bed and walked to her closet.

"Better she learn it now," Brian said as he looked at Justin's ass, his cock hardening at the thought of what was under the denim. Justin grabbed a white dress out of her closet and handed it to Brian.

"You can get her dressed, so you can get to your appointment on time," Justin said as he moved out of the room to go and clean up the mess on the floor. Brian looked at the dress in his hand and moved over to his daughter.

Junior was sitting in the corner with her bare feet slowly creeping up the wall.

"Okay, you can come out of timeout now," Brian said. Junior got up and hopped over, pulling the underwear out of her butt as she moved. "We have to go and get your hair cut," Brian said as he wiped her hands off and slid the dress on her. He found her white shoes and put them on her feet.

"Ready, dad?" Junior asked her time spent in timeout already forgotten.

"Yeah, let's go get your hair cut, again," Brian said as he held her hand and led her out of the room.

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"I think you got enough catalogs," Justin said as he walked into Emmett's apartment. Emmett looked over at the floor and coffee table and shrugged.

"Well, I wanted to be prepared," Emmett said. Justin laughed and sat down on the sofa. "Even though Brian refuses to let me anywhere near the baby's room," Emmett said.

"Yeah, well, don't feel bad. He barely lets me have any say… and I'm having the baby." Emmett closed the door and walked over to the sofa.

"Okay, let's get started," Emmett said.

"Emmett, we have two months to get ready."

"This is very true, but in order for us to properly accessorize we have to start now." Justin sighed and grabbed one of the catalogs.

"I hate not knowing the baby's sex," Justin said as he flipped through the pages of a catalog, trying to think if all the stuff he already had.

"That's half the fun," Emmett said with a smile.

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