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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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January 15, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

“I still say I should have sent it.” Ian said with a mock pout as the plane touched down.

“Consider it your public service of the week. Mom would have been at our house within the hour and driving Grant and Pieter crazy.” Michael reached over and stroked Chloe’s hair. “You doing okay, sweetie?”

“Uh huh.” Chloe was too busy looking out the window to turn around.

“Grant and Pieter went shopping this morning for Chloe and your mother doesn’t have a key. What are the chances that she would have broken in?”

‘You’ve met my mother, what do you think? What kind of shopping?”

“Just a few items of clothing; we’ll have to buy more but she doesn’t have a good coat or even proper shoes for this weather. And pajamas for us.”

“Ah.” It had been quite a shock to wake up at five when Chloe climbed into bed with them; thankfully she stayed on top the covers but it had given Michael an idea of what his life was going to be like.

Carl stood up as the plane came to a stop. “I’ve got one of the courtesy vehicles waiting for us so we should get going.”

Michael unbuckled his seat belt and helped Chloe get out of hers, picking up her jacket. Ian was right, it was too light for this weather but it was the only one they’d found for her. He helped her put it on and turned to Ian.

“Baby, can you carry her in while I get the bags? Her sneakers will be soaked if she walks around out there.”

“Of course.” Ian went to pick her up and then looked at the low ceiling of the plane. “How about I give you a lift once we’re at the door, Chloe? You’ve already got enough bumps on your noggin.”

She nodded and took his head while Michael pulled on his own coat and picked up their overnight back and Ian’s laptop case. The courtesy vehicle was right inside the door and a crew person was already loading Chloe’s boxes into the middle section of seats.

Carl took the seat next to the driver while Michael and Ian sat with Chloe on the back seat. The man behind the wheel made sure everyone was in and then started off; winding his way through the first floor of the concourse that most people never got to see. Chloe (and Michael) were fascinated, pointing things out to each other and almost seemed disappointed when a vehicle turned back into the public areas.

A rent-a-car was procured, they said goodbye to Carl and trooped out to the short term parking lot, Michael carrying Chloe. Ian was just unlocking the car doors when Michael stopped.

“We don’t have a booster seat.”

“Yes we do. Look in the backseat.”

Michael opened the back door and found that Ian was right. “Where did that come from?”

“Grant and Pieter dropped it off.”

“God, remind me to kiss them when I see them.” Michael said as he helped Chloe into the booster.

“It was my idea!” Ian said, sounding a bit peeved.

“Ian, I don’t need reminding when it comes to kissing you.” Michael shot Ian a smoky look over the cargo area.

Pausing as he lifted a box, Ian pinked up and looked pleased. “Oh. Well…in that case.”

Boxes and child secured, Michael got behind the wheel before realizing it was Ian’s car. He started to get out but Ian just shrugged and got in on the right side, closing the door behind him.

“You owe me a dollar.”

Michael started the car as he nodded. “Maybe I need to get a steering wheel cover for mine and I won’t keep doing this.” He adjusted the mirror and winked at Chloe. “Hey Ian, can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home?”

“Why would we want to stop at that-” Ian glanced into the backseat. “I supposed we can just this once.” He said then continued hopefully, “Unless Chloe doesn’t like McDonald’s?”

“Happy meal!”

Michael snickered, not concerned with the death ray Ian was shooting at him. “That’s my girl.”

&&

Perusing the drive through menu, Michael tried to make up his mind. There were so many choices and it had been so long!

“For heaven’s sake, Michael. Get the super duper elephant sized Big Mac meal, that’s what you’re going to get anyway. Chloe, do you want a hamburger, a cheeseburger or McNuggets?”

“Cheeseburger, please. With chocolate milk?”

“Chocolate milk it is. Michael, I would like a chicken salad with a large fry and you’d better get something for Grant and Pieter.”

Their order was placed and they drove around to the window, Michael pulling out his wallet and discovering he was out of money.

“Oh heck. I meant to hit an ATM.”

Ian sighed and pulled out two bills, a twenty and a ten. “Not only am I indulging you in your junk food, I’m also paying for it. I want twenty extra laps tonight.”

“Laps? We can’t go swimming tonight.”

“Yes we can. We both have meets next month and we took yesterday off.”

“But what about Chloe?”

“We’ll go to the pool at the Y and take her along of course.” Ian twisted in his seat, “Chloe love, do you know how to swim?”

“In the bathtub?”

“A very big bathtub. Don’t worry, Michael. Pieter’s volunteered to stay with her in the kid’s pool.”

“I suppose one of the things Pieter and Grant went out and bought was a swim suit?”

“But of course.”

Michael took the drinks from the guy in the window, handing them over to Ian before getting the bag of food. That was set on the floor near Ian’s feet and Michael threw the change in the bin under the dash.

Back on the road, he stole an amused look at Ian. “You’re almost frighteningly efficient sometimes. You were only gone a half hour. I suppose if you’d had two hours, you could take over a small third world country.”

“An hour and a half max depending on geography of the country in question. Mountains might slow me down a bit.”

%%

Lunch, such as it was, was set on the kitchen table by Ian as Michael brought Chloe in, holding her hand. The dogs must have heard them and came bounding down from upstairs, only slowing when they smelled a strange new smell in the house, their tails wagging furiously.

Chloe clutched at Michael’s hand, a little scared by the animals but not screaming terror which Michael took as a good sign. He crouched down to calmly introduce the dogs to the new family member.

Ian kept an eye on all parties as he opened the basement door and yelled down the stairs, “Grant? Pieter?”

“We’re in the sun room. Ah, that must be Miss Chloe.” Pieter strolled into the room wearing grubby paint stained clothes, wiping his hand on a rag. He stopped on the other side of the table, keeping his distance. “You brought McDonalds.”

“Yes we did and there’s a chicken sandwich in there for you. What were you doing in the sun room to get so dirty?”

“Grant remembered seeing a play table at the antique store down the road so we were just giving it a new coat of paint.” Pieter said as he stole a fry from the bag.

“You bought an antique play table? Michael asked as he watched Chloe tentatively petting Gadget.

“It was only twenty five dollars so it’s not really an antique but it’s just the right size for a little girl.”

Looking at the dark green stains on Pieter’s jeans, Ian tried to image what the hell they were doing. Pieter caught his look and grinned.

“This is chalkboard paint so she can draw on the top. I saw it on a decorator show and we picked up a quart while we were out last night.”

“Pieter, you’re watching too much television. Michael, Chloe why don’t you guys wash up and we’ll eat some lunch before reconnoitering. Pieter, will you get Grant? We’ve got food for him too.” Ian went over the sink and washed his own hands, making a mental note to get a step stool for Chloe’s bathroom.

Chloe took her jacket off and washed her hands with Michael’s help as Ian laid out the food and retrieved two phone books for Chloe’s chair so she could reach the table.

Pieter came back with Grant a few minutes later as Ian was helping Chloe into her seat.

“Chloe, this is Uncle Grant and Uncle Pieter. They both talk funny but they’re also very good friends; they live downstairs through that door there.”

Grant shook her hand gently. “I’m pleased to meet you Chloe.”

Pieter did the same, adding a slight bow before the men took their seats, Chloe sitting between Michael and Ian. The food quickly vanished, Pieter and Michael finishing first. Pieter sat back and discreetly burped before sketching a salute at Ian.

“General Thorpe, we’ve completed our assignments. Chloe now has enough clothes for the next few days, two pairs of footwear and assorted undies. We’ve secured a winter coat, gloves and hat. Also procured was the cutest little swimsuit on earth, a pair of goggles, cap and flip flops.”

“You’ve done well, Captain van den Hoogenband. The booster seat was much appreciated. What brand of swim suit?”

“Speedo.” Grant said with satisfaction.

“Well I guess that will have to do for now.” Ian said with a faint tone of disappointment.

“Pieter did you really volunteer to stay with Chloe while we swim tonight?”

“Grant and I thumb wrestled for it.” Pieter said, gathering up the trash from their meal.

“Are you done eating, Chloe?” Michael asked, after watching Chloe move around her fries for the last several minutes.

“Yes. Can I go play with the doggie?”

“Yes you can but will you promise not to feed the doggie when you’re sitting at the table? Gizmo and Gadget have their own food and too much people food can be bad for them.”

“I promise. I didn’t mean to hurt them.”

“I know you didn’t sweetie. Let’s throw our trash away and we can go sit in the family room. Ian, you want to call your parents first and then we’ll switch off?”

“Yes, they should be up by now. Thanks love.” Ian got up and tossed his trash away before heading into the study.

Pieter and Grant stood up also. “We’ve finished the painting so it just needs to dry. We’re going to go clean up. Call us when you’re ready to head to the pool.”

“Thanks guys, for everything.” Michael gave them both a quick hug.

“No thanks necessary. Chloe’s stuff is up in her room.” Grant said as they headed for their apartment.

“I have a room?” Chloe asked.

“Yep. Would you like to go see it?”

“Uh huh.”

Michael took her on a short tour of the first floor, stopping to admire Chloe’s new play table and waving at Ian before going upstairs.

“Here it is.” Michael opened the door and let her go inside to explore. Pieter and Grant had not only bought clothes but there was a brown velvet bunny sitting against the pillows.

Chloe wandered around the room as Michael checked the clothes that Pieter and Grant had thoughtfully washed. He wasn’t an expert on kid’s clothes by any means but they’d done a good job. The swimsuit was totally adorable, as Pieter had mentioned. He didn’t know that Speedo made suits that small.

He looked down when he felt a tugging on his sleeve, Chloe standing next to him. “Yes, hon?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh. It’s right through here. Will you be okay for a couple of minutes while I go get your stuff?”

“Uh huh.”

&&

Michael ran up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Chloe was downstairs with Ian and he’d finally have a chance to make a few phone calls. Not that he was looking forward to it but it had to be done.

He was still reeling over the fact that he had a daughter and all the events of the previous day. Hopefully he’d stop being surprised at some point every time he looked over and saw Chloe.

Reaching for the phone, Michael made himself comfortable and dialed his mother’s number.

“Callahan Residence, Craig speaking.”

“Craig, its Michael. How’s it going?”

“Hey Michael, how’s my favorite uncle?”

“Ian’s fine.”

There was a pause and they both laughed.

“Good one, Michael. You want to talk to Grams?”

“Yeah, if she’s not busy.”

“Hang on.”

The phone was put down and Michael waited patiently. Two minutes later, Debbie picked up the phone.

“Michael?”

“Hi mom. How are you?”

“I’m fine sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think sometime is wrong?”

“It’s three in the afternoon; you usually don’t call until after dinner.”

“Oh. Um. I’ve got a daughter.” Crap, he hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that.

“What? The test results came back. Oh, Michael. How are you doing?” Debbie sounded thrilled but worried.

“I’m okay.”

“So when do you get to meet her?”

“Um. Well. I met her yesterday and-”

“You did? What’s she like? Are you going to get visitation?”

“Mom, Sara and Chloe were in a car accident on Wednesday. Chloe’s fine but Sara died last night. She was on life support but she had some kind of seizure around five and they couldn’t save her.”

“Oh Michael, I’m so sorry. What’s going to happen with Chloe?”

“She’s downstairs with Ian. Carl, that’s our lawyer, was a miracle worker. He got the lab to rush the results and had a judge standing by when we got there to amend Chloe’s birth certificate. The hospital wouldn’t have even let us see her if I wasn’t family.”

“Chloe’s there? How’s she doing?”

“I’m a little worried about her, mom. She cried a little when we told her about her mom but she doesn’t ask about her or talk about her. We’ve got a referral for a psychologist but we’re also going to call Charles in Ann Arbor and see if he knows anyone here.”

“Sounds like you’ve got things under control. When do I get to meet her?” Debbie asked eagerly.

“Her birthday is on February second, do you want to come up the weekend before? That’ll give us a couple of weeks to get a routine going and find a school. Carl recommended a private girls’ school that’s nearby but I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to check out all your options before you decide.”

“Mom! I’m shocked!”

“Hey, I’m all for public education but you’ve got to consider Chloe’s safety, Michael. Public schools are very accessible.”

“Oh. I didn’t even think of that.” Michael sank back onto the bed, feeling a similar sinking his chest.

“Well the rest of us had four or five years before we had to think about schools; you’ve been her father for a day. Is she fed, dry and relatively happy?”

“I guess she is, unless Gadget’s been licking her.”

“Then you’re doing better than I did for the first week. Your sister screamed her head off for four days. At least Chloe can tell you what’s wrong.”

“Thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome. You and Ian are going to be great dads. How’s he doing?”

“He’s gotten us organized; in fact I should probably ask him about schools. I’m sure he’s already done a comprehensive study.”

“You sound like that bothers you.”

“It does to a degree but only because I can’t figure out where he finds the time to research things. I’ve ruled out the possibility that he has a secret personal assistant, now I’m looking into the clone theory.”

Debbie chuckled. “You think he’s got a clone hidden away somewhere?”

“It could happen. And two Ians would be twice as much fun in-” Michael cleared his throat. “I’m going to stop that thought right there.”

“Thank you sweetie. Have you called your dad yet?”

“No, that’s my next call. I’ll call you on Sunday and let you know how things are going, okay?”

“Okay. Hey, can you take a couple of pictures in the meantime and email them to me?”

“I’ll do that mom; say hi to Ryan for me.” Michael hung up the phone and immediately dialed his father’s number.

“Hello.”

Michael couldn’t help but grin at the wary way his dad always answered the phone. “Hi dad.”

“Have you heard anything?” Fred asked, not beating around the bush.

“Yes. I’ve got a daughter.”

“Well!” Fred said sounding a bit choked up. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks dad.”

“How’s the visitation going to work out? Is Sara going to be sensible about it?”

“Actually, um, Sara died yesterday. Her car hit a tree Wednesday night and she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.”

“She was ejected from the car?”

“Yeah.”

“That normally doesn’t turn out well. Was my granddaughter in the car?”

“She was in the backseat but in a booster. She’s got a couple of bruises and some small cuts but she’s okay. Carl was awesome; he flew out there and had a judge standing by to do the paperwork. I kind of figure he pulled some strings for us but they wouldn’t have let me see Chloe without it.”

“They who? Sara’s parents?”

“No. The hospital. I don’t know where Sara’s parents are; they might be overseas but there’s no sign of them.”

“Ah, and she didn’t have any other relatives. No wonder they did a quick job for you; they had a minor child in their care without a parent or guardian.”

“Dad, how did you know that Sara didn’t have any relatives?”

“Oh. Well when your mom mentioned that Sara kept calling after you broke up, I had a friend with a PI license do a little investigating. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t dangerous to you. I couldn’t be there for you day to day but I tried to keep an eye out. It wasn’t all of your friends, only a couple that Debbie thought might be trouble. Sorry if that invaded your privacy-”

“Stop it Dad. You don’t have to explain; I know you were only doing it because you cared. I’m glad I didn’t know about it back then but I appreciate it now.”

“Thanks son.”

“But that brings up something else. Do you remember what Sara’s parent’s names were and where he worked?”

“Howard and Lucille? No, it was Howard and Lucia. Sorry but I don’t remember the company.

“Great, thanks dad. I’ll give that to Carl so maybe they can find them.”

“You know, I probably have the print out in my files. I’ll see if I can dig it out.”

“Thanks again, I’d really appreciate it. There’s was something really odd going on with Sara so maybe her parents will have some answers, not to mention they’ll need to know what’ happened.”

“Odd how?”

“We stopped by Sara’s apartment to get Chloe’s things and it was this tiny one bedroom place. I know she had just filed for child support but she was living in this crap hole, why didn’t she wait so long?”

“Maybe she didn’t want to share Chloe with you. People can be strange, Michael.”

“I know and I’ll probably never know why but it bothers me. On to another subject, I just got off the phone with mom and they’re coming up in two weeks to meet Chloe. Can you guys come up then too?”

“I don’t think we’ve got anything planned and if we did, we’ll cancel it. It’s not everyday I get to meet my granddaughter after all.”

“That’s great. She’s turning seven on the second so we can have a little party for her, just don’t go crazy on the gifts dad.”

“Would I do that?”

&&

“It’s big.” Chloe said hesitantly, clutching her little swim cap.

“Yes it is but it’s really warm like a bath tub.” Michael sat down next to her on the pool deck and dangled his feet in the water. “You want to stick your feet in?”

She nodded and sat down, imitating him. “It is warm.”

“Yep.” Michael gave her time to get used to the water and stood up; the water only reaching his thighs. “Want to try getting in?”

Chloe didn’t look too sure about it but she nodded anyway. “Okay.”

A half hour later, Chloe was happily playing with Pieter and Grant in the kid’s pool while Michael went over to start his laps.

“Well done there love.” Ian commented from the next lane.

“Thanks. I thought she was going to bolt there when her hair got wet but she seems to be having fun now. She’s going to be spending plenty of time around pools though.”

“Maybe she’ll take it up like we did.”

“Maybe but we can’t push her into it.”

“We won’t, I promise.” Ian gave him a quick sneaky kiss. “Now get swimming or we’ll never get out of here.”

&&

After a much healthier dinner, they watched an hour of Spongebob Squarepants and then Ian and Michael took Chloe up to get ready for bed. Michael showed her his and Ian’s bedroom and explained how the intercom worked while Ian filled the tub and got her pajamas ready.

A bath and two stories later, Chloe snuggled up to her new bunny and closed her eyes. Ian wasn’t sure she was really asleep but even kids needed a little time alone. He hit the monitor button on the intercom as they left the room just in case though.

Michael detoured into their bedroom instead of heading back to the first floor as Ian expect but he shrugged and followed along to find Michael diving head first onto the bed.

“Tired love?”

“Hell yes. How are we going to do this? I start back at school on Monday.”

“We do it like any other parents. Springside is an excellent school and they have both an early bird and after school program. We’d only need the after school care two nights a week and the early bird on Thursdays. Let me just go get the schedule grid I made.” Ian darted out the door and Michael pulled a pillow over his head.

Clone, definitely a clone. It couldn’t be a twin because he’d mapped every centimeter of Ian’s body several times and even identical twins weren’t that identical. Unless he’d gotten the same twin every time. Hm.

“Are you trying to suffocate yourself?”

“No, just resting my eyes.”

“Good, because I like having you around.” Ian made himself cozy next to Michael and opened his planner. “Now, this is January and as you can see I’ve assigned everyone in the house a color. You’re blue, I’m green, Chloe’s pink, Pieter’s red and Grant’s orange. Chloe gets out of school at three thirty Monday through Thursday and at two forty five on Fridays.

“On Mondays and Wednesday, Chloe would be in the after school program until five because you’ve got class until four thirty on Mondays and you swim on Wednesday afternoons. I have class until five both days so I could also pick her up but not until five forty five. We both have early classes on Thursdays but the Early Bird program starts at seven thirty so we’d be covered. Tuesdays and Fridays, I’m home by two so those days aren’t a problem.

“Of course, Pieter and Grant have both offered to cover any gaps while we all get used to the schedule but what do you think?” Ian asked, turning to look at Michael.

“Its color coded!”

“Michael, weren’t you paying attention?”

“Yes, dear and thank you for doing all that work.” Michael reached up and started unbuttoning Ian’s shirt. “I’m really grateful. In fact, I feel the need to show you how grateful I am.” Michael pulled the planner from Ian’s unresisting fingers and set it carefully on his nightstand before turning back to Ian.

Michael had just finished undressing Ian and himself when he realized they’d left the door wide open. He removed his lips from Ian’s and sighed.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“We should close the door but I’m worried that Chloe will need us.”

“I turned the monitor on in her room.”

Michael gave Ian a quick hard kiss. “You’re brilliant.” He scampered off the bed and pushed the door closed, making sure not to slam it before climbing out his clothes and back into bed. Ian had gotten under the sheet and pulled it over them.

“There, now is she does come in she won’t see everything. Come here my little love muffin.” Ian pulled Michael to him and attacked his mouth, kissing him deeply while covering Michael’s body with his own.

“Love muffin?” Michael asked with a gasp as Ian’s finger penetrated him, stretching him open.

“I’m trying it out. Do you want to be face up or face down, love muffin?”

Michael chuckled as he turned over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow. “Does that answer your question?”

Ian opened a packet and rolled a condom on. “Sorry to rush but are you ready?”

“Yeah, give it to me baby.”

Snorting, Ian moved into position and swiftly entered Michael; pausing to make sure Michael was comfortable. It was a fast and hard encounter, both of them keeping an ear out for any sounds on the monitor. Afterwards, Ian snuggled up to Michael making sure the sheet was tucked in around them.

“So this is what being dads is going to be like.” Michael commented once he stopped panting.

“Not always, I’m sure. Eventually we won’t be afraid to leave her alone and she’ll be used to being here with us.”

“I hope you’re right and that I get the hang of it eventually. The moms and dads are coming up the weekend of the thirtieth. I figured we’d have a little get acquainted birthday party for Chloe.”

“Um.” Ian’s arm twitched and Michael couldn’t help sniggering.

Michael sat up, kissed Ian’s nose and handed Ian’s planner back to him. “Go on and put it on the schedule. Thanks for using the condom by the way.”

“You’re welcome, love muffin. And make sure your dad doesn’t go overboard on the presents.”

“Already done. He’s also going to try and find his file on Sara and her parents for Carl.”

Ian paused and looked up at Michael. “Your dad has a file on her?”

“Yeah, part of being a cop’s kid I guess. Just imagine what he’s got on you.” Michael smirked and rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

“Michael. Michael! Come back here.” Ian said frantically.

Michael stuck his head out of the door. “I’m just kidding Ian. Dad was retired by the time you and I got together.” Michael pulled his head back quickly to avoid the pillow Ian threw at him. “Missed me!”

“Then you’d better not come out of there because I have plenty of pillows out here.”
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