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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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January 19, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

They’d both been very impressed with the curriculum and facilities during a brief tour but Ian resigned himself to trying to enroll Chloe in the fall. Springside School did not accept students during the term but Michael had somehow finagled another appointment with Dr. Rawlings.

He’d convinced Ian that they wouldn’t be wasting their time and even if Chloe didn’t get in, they’d be even better off in September. Grant had agreed to stay home with Chloe that week so Ian cut out early from one of his classes and met Michael in the parking lot outside the school.

When Michael got out of his car wearing a sharp navy suit, white shirt and tasteful tie, Ian nearly came in his pants. He loved Michael in a suit and he’d never seen this one before.

“Hi baby, are you ready to go?”

“Um.” Ian mumbled as he rang a finger around the collar of his shirt. “Nice suit.”

“You like it?”

“Yes! It’s new, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I got it in Dallas last month and haven’t had a chance to wear it,” Michael was well aware of the affect he was having on Ian but now was not the time. “Dr. Rawlings is probably waiting for us.”

“Right.” Ian pushed all thoughts of what he’s like to push where aside and straightened his own tie. “I still don’t know why we’re bothering.”

“Have a little faith, baby.”

The school’s secretary showed them into Dr. Rawlings’ office and she greeted them in a cool but friendly manner. After they all sat and exchanged a few pleasantries, Michael leaned forward.

“Ma’am, I’m going to come straight to the point here and not waste your time. We think Springside is an excellent school and that Chloe would do well here. We’re prepared to make a considerable donation if Chloe can start immediately.” Michael removed an envelope from his breast pocket and set it on Dr. Rawlings’ desk.

Ian was shocked that Michael would use such tactics but Dr. Rawlings was outraged.

“Mr. Phelps, we’ve had many people try to buy their daughter’s way into this school and I-”

“Ma’am, with all due respect I’m not trying to buy Chloe a place here; I’m trying to buy her safety. Ian and I are both well known and we’ve already dealt with two incidents where we became targets. We’re adults and we might have a chance to get away but Chloe’s six years old.

“I’ve been to Jenks Elementary and although it’s a nice school, anyone could get to her there. Springside not only has a great curriculum, the campus is very controlled. We’re just learning how to be Chloe’s parents and we need all the help we can get to keep her safe.”

Ian had never seen Michael speak so passionately and even Dr. Rawlings was moved by his clear concern for his daughter. She nodded slowly, seeming to come to a decision.

“Very well Mr. Phelps. We’ll waive the assessment tests for now based on her record at her other school but I’m a bit concerned about her teacher’s comments regarding her deportment. Bring Chloe in Thursday and we’ll see how it goes through the end of the term.”

Michael stood up and Ian joined him. “Thank you Dr. Rawlings.” Michael shook her hand firmly. Ian also shook her hand, shocked but elated.

“I’ll also come straight to the point with you. I’m turning down your donation right now but if Chloe does well and continues here in the fall, I hope you’ll still be feeling generous in June. This is a small school and we can always use the help.”

Michael nodded and assured her that they’d sit down in June to discuss things before stopping at the bursar’s office to pay Chloe’s tuition and pick up the school’s handbook.

“I think that went pretty well, didn’t it?” Michael asked once they were on their way back to their cars.

Ian nodded and resisted the urge to pin Michael up against the wall while Michael chattered on about getting Chloe more clothes and picking up her supplies.

“Ian, are you mad at me?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m just surprised; I didn’t expect-”

“I know. I wasn’t lying back there; Chloe will be safe here but I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I know you really like this school and I figured it was worth a shot.”

“How big of a check were you going to give them?”

“I didn’t have one actually but that Speedo money’s still sitting there.”

“That was a big risk but it paid off; you really do have the devil’s luck sometimes.” Ian shook his head, amazed that it worked. “You’re free for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get Chloe and do some shopping; I need some retail therapy after that.”

January 29, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

Escaping from class, Ian took off at a dead run for the parking lot. He’d gotten involved in one of the many discussions regarding third world economies and now he was running a tad late.

After all the trouble they’d gone to get Chloe into Springside, he didn’t want to give anyone cause to complain if he didn’t show up on time. He still couldn’t believe what Michael had done but after a rousing night between the sheets using Michael’s tie in new and interesting ways, he was over it.

He pulled into the school grounds and up to the parents’ parking area, shutting off the car and getting out just as the dismissal bell rang. He blew out a breath, relieved that he’d made up the time and went inside.

Chloe was waiting with the other students in the cafeteria and came over after she said goodbye to several of her classmates. Ian took her book bag and helped her on with her coat before they walked out to the car.

“How was your day?”

“Okay. Are we going grocery shopping again?” Chloe asked as if she was resigned to her fate.

“Yes and we have other errands too including getting a birthday cake for tomorrow for a certain young lady.” Ian smiled down at her, gently squeezing her hand.

“Me?”

“You. Your dad’s parents are coming up from Baltimore along with your aunts. Do you remember the chart we made the other day, with all your relatives?”

“Uh huh. Are they all coming?” They’d come to the car and Ian helped her climb up into the backseat and get buckled in.

“No, just six of them. We’ll get the chart out tonight and I’ll show you.”

**
After the groceries were unloaded, Grant said he’d take care of putting things away so Ian and Chloe could take the dogs on a walk before it got too dark.

“Is Daddy coming home soon?”

Ian managed not to stop. It was the first time Chloe had used that term in regards to Michael and he wanted so badly to whip out his phone and tell Michael about it.

“Yes, he’ll be home after dinner.”

“Was he bad at school? Is that why he has to stay late?”

Chuckling, Ian shook his head. “No love, he’s swimming.”

“Amanda said that Daddy was at the Limpics.”

“The Olympics and he was, in fact so was I and so were Uncle Grant and Uncle Pieter.”

“Amanda said Daddy was on TV.”

“He’s been on TV several times. We can watch him on a video when we get back if you want.”

“You and Daddy kiss a lot.” Chloe said after a minute.

“We do. We love each other very much.”

“You and Daddy kiss me.”

Ian slung his arm around her shoulders, “That’s because we love you too.”

“What about Uncle Pieter and Uncle Grant? Do you love them too?”

“I suppose we do.”

“Do you kiss them?”

“I do but not like I kiss your dad or how I kiss you.” Ian crouched down and gave Chloe two swift kisses, one on each cheek. “That’s how I kiss your uncles because they’re like my brothers.”

“Will your mommy and daddy be coming tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow but they’ll be here next month during your school break.” Ian said as they made the turn back onto their street. “Remember, you spoke to Nana Margaret on the phone last Sunday?”

“She’s in Australian.”

“Australia,” Ian corrected then continued. “Yes she is and so am I. We’re also going to Australia in May when we’re all done with school.”

“You and Daddy?”

“You’re going too.”

“I get to go?”

“Yes you do. We wouldn’t leave you behind, you know. Grandpa Ken wouldn’t let me back in the country without you.”

“Oh.” Chloe stopped and waited for Ian to take both leashes so she could open the door. Grant was busy stirring something on the stove under Pieter’s watchful eye and both men looked up when they walked in.

“Did you have a nice walk?” Pieter asked.

“We did. Chloe, do you have homework?”

“Uh huh.” Chloe had immediately sat down next to Pieter and started stealing snips of the carrots Pieter was chopping. “Math and spelling.”

“Chloe, wash your hands please and get your spelling. I’ll help you with them until dinner.” Ian fed the dogs and washed his own hands while Chloe reluctantly got up and went to get her hands washed before going to get her homework.

Pieter got up to take the carrots over to the stove, ‘forgetting’ a small pile he’d shifted in front of Chloe’s chair but Ian ignored that. Chloe was allowed to eat all the vegetables and fruits she wanted; he and Michael only limited junk food but he wasn’t going to tell Pieter that.

“Dinner will be ready in a half hour, we’re having chicken stew, salad and apple crumble.” Grant said as he took a chair.

“Ooh, you’re getting ambitious with your cooking I see.”

“Don’t give me guff, Ian or you can starve.” Grant mock threatened.

Chloe came back in the room with her notebook and handed it to Ian, only brightening when she saw the carrots, Pieter giving her a wink as she sat down.

“Want some milk, Chloe?”

“Yes please Uncle Pieter.”

Ian looked over the list of words, “Are you supposed to write them down?”

“Yes and spell them out loud.”

“All right, here’s your first one: green.”

&&

Dinner was delicious, surprising Grant who hadn’t expected it to turn out so well. They all helped with the cleaning, Chloe being in charge of clearing the table and helping put aside a serving for Michael to eat later.

“Ian, there were some packages delivered today that you might want to take a look at. I think they had Chloe’s name on them.”

“For me?” she asked.

“Yes, they’re in the foyer.”

“Papa, can I go see?”

Ian nodded silently and she took off at a run while Ian put his hand over his heart. She called him papa.

Grant patted his back, “How does it feel?”

“It hurts. I think. I’m not sure.” Ian said, rubbing his chest.

“She asked yesterday when Papa and Daddy were going to get home but I wanted you to be surprised.” Pieter said with a smile as they listened to Chloe’s excited squeaks in the foyer. Now Grant, let’s go downstairs and you can occupy me.” Pieter stood up quickly and moved to the basement stairs.

“Oh! Can I wear a helmet this time?” Grant said eagerly as he followed.

“Yes beminde but no more boots in bed, I almost broke an ankle the last time.”

The pair disappeared down the stairs and Ian shook his head as he walked into the foyer; he didn’t want to know.

There were four different packages all addressed to Chloe and she sat on the floor, shaking each one of them. She looked up as Ian sat down next to her and smiled widely.

“Papa, look what I’ve got!”

“I see them. Do you know who they’re from?”

Chloe shrugged and Ian pulled her into his lap. “Let’s take these into the family room and see if we figure it out.”

Ian picked up the two larger boxes and snagged the stack of colorful envelopes on the hall table. Once he sat down, he hoisted Chloe onto his lap and pointed to the address line of the smallest box. “Can you read that?”

The packages were from Ian’s parents, Ian’s sister’s family, one of Jackie’s daughters and Siobhan’s family. They were still busy figuring out who sent each envelope when Michael walked in the door.

“I’m home!”

“Daddy!” Chloe jumped up and ran over to him, clutching one of the envelopes. “Look what I got!”

It was a good thing that Michael was near one of the ottomans so he could sit down when his knees went out. Chloe just climbing into his lap and thrust the pink envelope under nose. “What’s that, sweetie?”

“Birthday card.”

“But how do you know? You didn’t open it.”

Chloe looked down at it. “But it’s for me and it’s my birthday.”

Michael picked her up and carried her over to the couch and sat down next to Ian. “That’s a logical deduction I suppose but you really should open it, don’t you think Ian?”

“I think she should open the cards but maybe wait on the presents until the party tomorrow.”

Thinking it over, Michael nodded. “I think that’s fair. What do you think, Chloe?”

“I get to open the boxes tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Okay!” Chloe ripped open the envelope which happened to be from Michael’s grandmother and a ten dollar bill fell out. Ian suppressed the urge to laugh at the look on Michael’s face. His grandmother still only sent him five dollars for his birthday.

Chloe read the card, getting help on some of the words from her parents. “Who is Gigi?”

“That’s my grandmother; she’s your great grandmother.”

Ian eased out from under his half of Chloe and went into his study to get the family tree he and Chloe had made one afternoon. He brought it back and used it to explain who each card came from. Chloe had thirty dollars when she was finished and she counted it carefully, twice.

“That’s quite a haul you’ve got there, young lady. What do you want to do with all that money?” Ian asked.

“Buy a toy for Flannel?”

“I’m going to let you two discuss this; I need to get something to eat because Chloe’s ears are looking mighty tasty.” Michael gave the ears in question at quick nip, making Chloe giggle then gave Ian a kiss as he got up.

“There’s chicken stew in the fridge and we saved you some of the salad. Chloe, why don’t we go keep Daddy company while we make our list?”

“Okay Papa.”

If Michael looked happy when Chloe called him Daddy, he looked like he was going to explode with joy now. He waited for Ian and Chloe to join him, hooking his pinky with Ian’s for a moment before heading for the fridge.

&&

“Would you stop smiling? You’re starting to make me nervous.” Ian said as he picked up the shampoo and handed it to Michael.

“But she’s starting to trust us. She called you papa.” Michael took the shampoo and started lathering up Ian’s hair.

“It is wonderful but she still doesn’t talk about her mother or anything else that happened before we got her.” Ian cautioned.

“Maybe she’ll open up after she’s been here longer than two weeks. Tilt your head back.”

Ian did as he was told and stood up after the rinse. Michael took his place on the bench and Ian soaped him up. They were both perfectly capable of washing their own hair but they preferred it this way when they had time.

“We still need to find a pediatrician. Do you have time on Thursday to go with me to meet Dr. Ellison?” Ian asked.

“What time?”

“Eleven thirty at her office; it’s over on Germantown across from the hospital.”

“Yeah, I can make it. Is that the one Pieter was talking about?”

“Yes, he actually made the appointment for us. Close your eyes, love.”

Six minutes later, they were both clean and dry and settled into bed. Michael snuggled into Ian’s side with a big yawn, his head on Ian’s shoulder.

“Should we start looking for daycare for the summer?”

“There’s a summer day camp program at the Boys & Girls Club in Germantown. I’ll be home most of the summer but Chloe should have an opportunity to play with other kids during the day. I was thinking she could go two or three days a week.”

“That sounds good, if you really want to do that. I thought you were going to look into getting an internship this summer?”

“I was but you’ve got school, Pieter’s starting his residency and Grant’s hitting his stride with his dissertation. I don’t have to do an internship, it was just an option.”

Michael raised his head to stare at Ian. “Do you think I should quit school until after the Olympics?”

“Why? So you can be with Chloe?”

“Yeah. I feel like I barely spend any time with her and it’s not going to get any better.”

“You might not like this but I’m going to ask anyway. Why not give up competing?”

Michael responded by getting out of bed. Ian knew he’d hit a sore point when Michael started pacing but he didn’t regret asking the question.

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” Michael admitted as he walked back and forth at the foot of the bed. “It would certainly make life easier if I just retired.”

“But you don’t want to.”

Michael stopped in mid stride. “No I don’t.”

“Then you shouldn’t. Having kids means making sacrifices but there are two of us here, love. You can still have school and swimming and I’ll be here to take up the slack.”

“Ian, you’ve given up so much for me already.”

“We’ve had this discussion before. The benefits of my current life far outweigh anything you think I gave up for you. I don’t see a shackle on my ankle, Michael. As for not spending enough time with Chloe, what kind of message would you be sending if you quit school to compete? That sport is more important than education?”

Sighing, Michael got back into bed. “I just don’t want her to think I don’t love her or that she’s not important to me.”

“That’s because you’re feeling guilty that you don’t love her yet.” Ian knew he was probably opening another can of worms but it didn’t want things to fester in Michael.

“Ouch.”

“Well you don’t. She’s your daughter and you’re starting to love her but there’s no switch you can flip to automatically have feelings for her. You love the idea of the daughter; you’re still getting used to her as a person.”

“You seem to love her.”

“Because she’s a part of you. I love you and I can see you in her so it’s easier for me. I think you’re also hanging on to some resentment over Sara not telling you.”

“That’s not Chloe’s fault!”

“No it isn’t but there are six years of Chloe’s life you missed. You can’t try to make those up in a couple of weeks.”

Michael chewed that over for a while before admitting in a soft voice, “She seems to like you better than me.”

“Ah. And that bothers you.”

“On the one hand, I’m thrilled because I want her to love you but-”

“You’re jealous.”

“Yes.”

“The key word here is ‘like.’ She might have called me papa but she’s still checking your reaction to any decision I make when we’re together. She doesn’t know what to make of you anymore than you know what to make of her. You both need time to get used to each other.”

“So I should quit school and competing and spend all my time with her.”

“What would you do while she’s in school?”

“Ian!” Michael said with a whine. “You’re not giving me any answers here.”

“And I’m not going to. This is something you’re going to have to figure out for yourself. You know I’ll support whatever you do as long as you are happy. Take your time and really think this over, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Okay. I won’t make any snap decisions.”

“Good.”

They kissed good night and Michael turned over so Ian could spoon up behind him.

“I can’t believe Grandma sent her ten dollars! I only got five until I was twenty one.”

“Hush up and go to sleep.”

&&

Debbie bit her lip as they made the final turn onto Michael’s street. She was a bundle of nerves for a variety of reasons, all of them having to do with meeting her granddaughter. She felt Hilary give her a quick squeeze on the shoulder and turned around.

“It’s going to be okay mom.” Hilary said encouragingly.

“I hope so honey.”

Ryan pulled into Michael and Ian’s driveway behind their cars with Fred pulling in right behind them. Although every member of the family had wanted to welcome the new child into the fold, they’d gone small with only Michael’s parents, step parents and sisters.

Everyone piled out of their vehicles, Whitney having ridden up with her dad and stepmother and unloaded the gaily wrapped presents.

“Fred, how many presents did you get?” Debbie asked accusingly as Fred, Jackie and Whitney pulled out ten or twelve gifts.

“These aren’t all from me! Linda and Ginny sent gifts and so did their kids.”

Debbie gave him a sharp look, not believing that for a minute but she didn’t want to get into it with him, not today. They all trooped up to the front door and Jackie rang the bell.

A moment later, they heard rapid footsteps heading for the door and it opened a foot. A little face appeared and Debbie started to say hello when the door slammed and the footsteps retreated. They all looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

A minute later, Ian opened the door. “Hi! Sorry about that.”

“Was that Chloe?”

“Yeah, she was so excited that she forgot to let you in, now she’s had an attack of shyness.” Ian said with a grin as he stepped aside. “Come on in and give her a little time.”

Ian gave them all hugs and kisses as they came in, helping them off with their coats before leading them into the sun room which was decorated with balloons and crepe paper ribbons. Chloe was glued up to Michael’s side, one small hand clutching his shirt. Pieter and Grant were looking a little amused as they waved to the newcomers from their chairs.

Michael looked up when they all walked in, “Hi everyone.” He introduced Chloe to her grandparents and aunts but she looked very doubtful even when Debbie leaned down to give Michael a kiss.

Chloe was a little standoffish at first but soon warmed up to her relatives, even venturing to sit in Fred’s lap and cuddle up to Debbie while the grownups talked.

“Are we eating first or opening presents?” Ian asked Michael, keeping one eye on Chloe’s reaction.

“Well I don’t know. Chloe, what do you want to do?”

“Presents?”

“Okay but you’ll have to eat your lunch too. Do you promise?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Let’s go then.” Michael moved a chair a little closer to the coffee table and patted it.

A pile of books, toys, DVDs and clothing later, Chloe thanked her grandparents, aunts and uncles for their gifts hardly believing that all these things were now hers. Grant, Pieter and Ian had slipped away to finish preparing lunch. After eating lunch, the birthday cake was brought out and Chloe blew out the candles with Michael and Ian’s help.

Chloe had just taken her first bite of cake when Ian looked at Michael, feigning surprise.

“Michael, did we forget to give Chloe her present?”

Chloe froze in mid-chew as everyone hid smiles.

“I think we did, Ian. Do you remember where we left it?”

“Was it outside?”

“No, we wouldn’t have left it outside; it’s too cold out there.”

“What about the garage?”

“It’s big but it’s not that big.”

“Hm. Could we have hidden it in the kitchen?”

“Why, that’s where it is! Chloe, you should go look in the kitchen.”

Chloe put her plate down and ran to the kitchen door to find a red bike with training wheels and a white basket on the handle bars. “A big girl bike! You got me a big girl bike.”

She jumped up and down, running back to give Ian and Michael hugs. “Will you show me how to ride it?”

“Let’s go try it out in the garage.” Michael answered.

Everyone came out to watch Chloe try out her new bike in the garage that had been left empty the night before. Debbie sidled up next to Ian after he’d helped Chloe with her helmet and pads.

“Did she tell you she wanted a bike?”

“No but she was coveting the bike of one of the girls down the street so we figured she’d like it.”

“Are they near Chloe’s age?”

“A couple of years older, we ran into them when we were walking the dogs.”

“Has she been to a pediatrician yet?”

“No, we’ve got an appointment with one next week. She was just in the hospital and the doctor mentioned she was a little underweight for her height so we wanted to see what a couple of weeks of being here would do. She’s gained a couple of pounds but we don’t want to give her a complex over it.” Ian said softly.

“Good move. What’s with the booster seat?”

“In the car? Doesn’t she need one?”

“Not at her age, I’m surprised she fits but then she doesn’t have much in the hip department yet.”

“Hm. I just thought that she was still supposed to use one and no one said differently. Now that I think about, no one else at the school has one for their daughter.”

“It’ll make life easier if you don’t have to get her in and out of it, believe me.”

Ian looked puzzled for a minute. “You know, Chloe was in a booster seat during the accident. Wouldn’t Sara have known Chloe was too old for it?”

Debbie shrugged, “One more mystery about Sara I guess. Fred found his file and he wants to talk to both of you before we leave. Jackie and I can distract Chloe for you, if you’d like.”

“Thanks Debs, you’re aces as a mother-in-law.” Ian put his arm around her, watching Chloe make another circle.

&&

Deb as true to her world as she suggested they all watch one of Chloe’s new cartoons before getting back to Baltimore. Michael and Ian went into the kitchen to clean up and Fred joined them a few minutes later, holding a manila folder.

“What’s the deal, dad?” Michael put down the pot he was scrubbing and sat down across from Fred, Ian sitting down next to him.

“Howard worked for Citigroup, I’m sure you’re both familiar with them. Back when you and Sara were dating, he was slated for a promotion to Japan. I figured I’d save a little time and do a little investigating so I called the corporate headquarters. They have no current employee named Howard Eldridge. He might have retired but the company doesn’t give that kind of information. It’s not quite a dead end but it’ll give your lawyer a place to start.” Fred pushed the folder across the table.

“Thanks Fred.” Ian said gratefully.

“Yeah, thanks Dad.” Michael added as he opened the folder stopping at the picture of Sara clipped inside. She was wearing her volleyball uniform so Michael knew it must have been from the school files or from the newspaper. He’d forgotten how pretty she was.

“Is that Sara?” Ian asked, looking over.

“Yeah, it’s the only one we’ve got now. Do you think we should put this in a frame for her?”

“Maybe we should wait for when she asks about her mom.” Ian suggested.

“Maybe.” Michael looked up. “What do you think Dad?”

Fred looked pleased to be included in the discussion. “If she’s not asking, maybe you should wait until she does.”

“Do you think it’s weird that she doesn’t talk about Sara?”

“Not weird but a bit odd, then everything about this is odd.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“Sara called for a month after you broke up then suddenly she stopped a week before she graduated. Maybe she’d discovered she was pregnant. That’s when you’d expect any girl to call the father of her baby but not Sara. I have to wonder why she didn’t. Then six years later she suddenly turns up asking for child support but she did it through a lawyer.

“Why didn’t she just contact you? You have a reputation as a fair and upstanding guy. If she needed money wouldn’t have been worth going that route before hiring a lawyer who would have to be paid? What about that lawyer anyway? Has Carl asked him or her? I don’t want to make things worse here but this thing’s a boatload of odd.”

“And we might never know why.” Ian said, looking at Michael.

“Maybe not, that’s life. You don’t get all the answers.” Fred shrugged his shoulders philosophically.

&&

Around four, Fred began to make motions toward the door, wanting to get back to Baltimore before dinner time. Normally, Michael’s family would have stayed overnight but they wanted Chloe to have more time to get used to them before doing that.

Michael promised that they’d come down one weekend after Spring Break so Chloe could meet her great grandmother and other family members as everyone said goodbye. Chloe had relaxed enough to let everyone hug her and finally the house was empty of visitors.

Pieter and Michael saw to putting together dinner while Ian sat Chloe down at the kitchen table and started her on writing her thank you notes. Grant volunteered to address the envelopes and not incidentally, be around to watch this endeavor.

“Papa, I told Grammy thank you when she was here. Why do I have to write her?”

“Because it’s polite to thank people formally when they’ve given you a gift. I’ll go get your stationary and stamps so sit tight.” Ian got up to go into his study.

Snickering, Pieter thumped Michael’s back and whispered, “He bought her stationary!”

“Shush up, Pieter.” Michael said just as quietly, nudging him back.

Ian returned holding a box, his address book, a roll of stamps and three pens. Grant was highly amused to note that Ian had indeed gotten stationary specially made with Chloe’s name and address on both the paper and the envelopes. It was a lovely set, cream with green ink but still! Grant made a note to tease his friend about it after Chloe was in bed.

“All right. Here’s the list of your gifts and who sent them to you. Let’s get started.”

He didn’t expect her to do all the work; she was only seven after all. So she only wrote the salutation and signed each note after dictating the body to Ian. They only did four before dinner was ready and Ian decided that was enough for tonight.

After dinner, they went into the family room to watch another of Chloe’s movies. Halfway through, Chloe conked out across Ian and Michael’s laps. Michael only realized she was actually asleep when she started snoring ever so slightly.

He shifted her carefully in his arms and carried her upstairs, Ian following behind with her shoes in hand. They had a little difficulty getting her clothes off and her pajamas on and Ian fretted briefly about her teeth not getting brushed but Michael hushed him up.

Once the monitor was on and the door closed, Michael put his arms around Ian and started walking him backwards towards their room, “She’s asleep and it’s only seven.”

“Mr. Phelps! Are you suggesting sex?”

“I’m not just suggesting it, I’m thinking about demanding it. It’s been days!” Michael simultaneously nibbled on Ian’s ear and opened the door to their bedroom, closing it behind them after they were inside.

“I’m shocked. We’re respectable parents; we can’t go running off and having sex.” Ian’s words were belied by his actions as he started unbuttoning Michael’s shirt.

“Why not?” Ian’s shirt was removed and Michael toed off his shoes.

“Because it just isn’t done.” Ian kicked off his own shoes so Michael could help him out of his pants.

“It looks like we’re doing it though.” Michael pushed Ian back on the bed and pulled off Ian’s pants and socks before starting on his own pants. Ian couldn’t help but fondle himself as the rest of Michael’s body was revealed.

“Oh baby, you know how hot that makes me.” Michael said as he knelt beside the bed and engulfed Ian’s cock with his mouth.

Ian arched up into that hot wet orifice, Michael was right; it had been far too long. He reached his hand down to stroke Michael’s head, moaning as Michael bobbed up and down, his tongue pressing all those spots that drove Ian wild.

After bringing Ian to the brink, Michael back off and reached for the lube. He slowly began stretching Ian’s anus, enjoying all the tiny moans and whimpers Ian was making. He put the lube aside and climbed up on the bed, pushing Ian up on his side and moving behind him.

Ian grabbed one of the pillows and eagerly hitched his leg up as Michael slid inside him smoothly. He closed his eyes tightly at the slight burning sensation, breathing deeply and relaxing into the intrusion.

“Okay, Ian?”

“Ye-yes.” Ian stuttered as Michael’s hand cupped his balls. “Oh, yes.”

Michael flexed his hips as one finger searched out Ian’s perineum, his mouth sucking on Ian’s neck.

“Oh, yes. Yes.” Ian moaned his hand busy stroking his penis. “Michael, love. Oh.”

Flexing deeper, Michael slung his leg over Ian’s hips to get even closer. Ian felt surrounded by Michael, invaded and loved all at the same time. He twisted his head around to kiss Michael, their mouths melting together when he started coming, his sperm spurting out onto the pillow.

Ian knew Michael was close and purposefully tightened his passage, capturing Michael’s cock and squeezing. Michael jerked as he was taken by surprise; his orgasm ripping through him at the sudden sensation.

Grinning, Ian tossed the messy pillow off the bed and ran a hand down Michael’s thigh. Michael’s hot breath still came rather rapidly against his nape and he was very pleased with himself. It wasn’t often that he could remain aware enough after he came to turn the tables on Michael.

Michael’s penis slipped from him and Ian turned over to find Michael smiling at him.

“You think you’re so smart.”

“I am smart. I made you think this whole thing was your idea.” Ian said smugly. “Thus the seducer becomes the seduced.”

“Inconceivable!” Michael said weakly, quoting the movie they’d been watching earlier.

“If rodents of unusual size appear, I’ll know who is to blame.”

“Well I feel like we’re wallowing in a Fire Swamp so it’s not inconceivable”

Ian laughed and gave Michael a long kiss. “At least you’re using the word correctly.” He sat up and got off the bed, dragging a limp bodied Michael up into a sitting position. “Are you doing your Westley impression?”

“Yes but also I don’t want to do my homework. I have three chapters to read before Monday.” Michael said, still limp.

“I’ll let you fondle my ass in the shower if you get up right now.”

“You let me do that anyway.”

“All right, I’m pulling out the big guns. I made my special macaroni and cheese and there’s a big bowl waiting for you in the fridge.”

Michael was up and in the bathroom within seconds. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

Ian heard the shower turn on and walked into the room to find Michael already soaping up. He opened the door and slipped inside, “Oh! This water’s cold. You couldn’t even wait for the water to warm up?”

“Heck no! Grant and Pieter could find your mac and cheese at any moment and it’s down there unprotected. You think I’m going to take that risk?” Michael ducked his head under the water and rinsed off. “What color bowl is it in?”

“The orange Tupperware with a label that says “Chloe’s lunch’.”

“Baby, that’s brilliant!” Michael stepped out and grabbed a towel.

“Now that you know it’s protected, why don’t you come back in here?” Ian didn’t seriously think Michael would actually do it; the man was on the hunt after all but it was fun to watch Michael squirm a little.

“Uh.”

“Oh, go on. I’ll see you downstairs and don’t eat all of it before I get there!” Ian yelled the last few words as Michael was already in the bedroom struggling into his sweats.

“Thanks Ian!”

Shaking his head, Ian got out and dried off more slowly than Michael had. He dressed warmly and trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen. Michael was standing by the microwave, eating from a plate while standing up.

“You just ate two hours ago, you can’t sit down?”

“I didn’t want to wait, I love your mac and cheese. Mine never comes out like this with the crunchy top.”

“Panko crumbs. I saw it on ‘Good Eats’.”

“Really? I’ll have to try it but it still won’t be the same. I wouldn’t be able to feel the love.” Michael gave Ian a sappy smile.

“Is this your way of telling me you didn’t save me any?”

“No?” Michael tried for an innocent look but failed miserably.

“This is one of your food lies. Give me the fork.”

Michael sighed and handed it over. Ian speared a nice hunk of food and put it in his mouth before handing the fork back to Michael.

“That’s all you wanted?”

“No.” Ian stepped over and took out a green Tupperware bowl and took the lid off, sticking it in the microwave. “I put it in two bowls because I’m wise your ways.”

Michael picked up the lid and chuckled when he saw it was marked as tofu. “I bow to the master.”

“Thank you love. As it happens, I have homework too. Want to hang out with me in the family room while we read?”

“That’s a plan.” Michael’s lips met Ian’s in a sloppy kiss. “I left my back pack in the hall so I’ll meet you on the couch.”
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The Sweet Life