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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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March 1, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

Ian was surprised that Dr. Rawlings made no complaint when he’d told her that Chloe would be missing over a week of school to visit Australia. She only smiled and mentioned that Chloe was doing so well with her class work that she was ahead of her age mates.

“I must admit, Mr. Thorpe that I thought Chloe was going to be a behavioral problem with her history but you are all doing such a good job with her. I know I should not gender discriminate but I wondered how four men would do raising a little girl.”

“We wondered ourselves, Dr. Rawlings, which is one of the reasons we wanted her here, to have positive female influences. I’m sorry that Michael came on so strong-”

“Mr. Thorpe, I had no idea that someone had tried to kill you and I thought Mr. Phelps was exaggerating. Gladys, my secretary, remembered the news reports and I’m very sorry I didn’t take your concerns seriously. Please relay my apologies to Mr. Phelps.”

“I’ll do that but may I ask, why did you admit Chloe then?”

“I really can’t tell you. It wasn’t the money; it was the look in Mr. Phelps’ eyes I guess.”

“Thank you, Dr. Rawlings for giving us a chance. Chloe’s very happy here and that means more to us than anything.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Thorpe and enjoy your visit home. If possible, would you help Chloe write a short report on her visit? Travel is very enriching and I don’t think any of our current students have been to Australia.”

“That’ll be no problem.” Ian stood and shook her hand, showing himself out and smiling at Gladys, making a mental note to send her something on the next Administrative Assistant’s day.

&&&
March 3, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

“Chloe, I don’t think you need to pack your heavy coat. Your lighter coat will be fine.”

“But won’t I be cold?”

“No because Australia’s weather is just the opposite of the weather here. It’ll be much warmer there.”

“Oh. Okay. When are Aunt Beth and Aunt Colleen getting here?”

“In a while.”

“You’ll tell them that Flannel isn’t allowed outside and that they have to watch Gizmo when they walk him?”

“I’ve already told them but we can tell them again.”

“Okay. Should I take my swim suit?” Chloe asked as she held up the item.

“Of course.” Ian took it the tiny thing and folded it up around Chloe’s goggles and cap. “We might even go to the beach if it’s warm enough while we’re there but get your umbrella.”

“My Spongebob umbrella?”

“That will work.”

Ian closed the suitcase twenty minutes later after checking his list. “I think we’re done.”

“What about my toothbrush and that stuff?” Chloe asked pointing to two outfits Ian had left out.

“Those go in the carry on bag along with your toys and books, just in case our luggage is lost.”

“Okay. Can I go play with the dogs in the backyard?”

“Make sure you dress properly and?”

“Don’t open the gates!”

“That’s my girl!”

He hauled her suitcase into the hall as she went running down the stairs, calling for Gadget and Gizmo. Ian shook his head, giving up on telling her not to run and went into the master bedroom. Michael had the list Ian had given him and was piling their clothes on the bed.

“Hi baby. Was that our elephant on the stairs?”

“Who else? How can such a tiny thing be so loud?”

“She really tries? I think I’ve got everything pulled out.”

Ian took the list and looked everything over. “Yes, you do. Where are the suitcases?”

“I was waiting to pull them out. You know how much Flannel likes lounging around in them and I figured I’d spare us the extra cat hair.”

Throwing a look at the cat that seemed to be sleeping on the window sill, Ian nodded. “Thanks.”

It only took seven minutes to pack everything, holding out certain items for their carry on bags and Ian checked his list again. “That’s all of it. Are Grant and Pieter in their apartment?”

“Yeah but their bags are in the living room already.”

The doorbell rang and Michael dashed downstairs, making almost as much noise as his daughter had. Ian snorted and shook his head. “And I wonder where she gets it?”

Downstairs, Michael checked the monitor and flung open the door.

“Beth! Colleen!” He gave both of them a hug and pulled them inside out of the cold. “How was your drive up?”

“Quick for once. There was hardly any traffic on 95.” Beth shrugged out of her jacket and handed it to Michael, looking up as Ian came down the stairs with their luggage. “Ian, why are you carrying so much?”

“Baby! I was coming right back.” Michael ran over and took half the bags from Ian.

“I know but they’re not that heavy. How are you today, ladies?” Ian put the bags down and gave both women a hug and a kiss.

“We’re fine. Thanks for letting us have the house for a week, we really needed a vacation.” Colleen said as she removed her coat.

“You’re doing us a favor, staying here with the animals.”

“It’s still away from Baltimore and that’s a good thing right now. Where’s my niece?”

“Outside with the dogs. I’ll get her in a minute; can we show you the guest suite?”

“Sure.”

Ian took them on a quick tour while Michael went and got their bags out of their car. He took them upstairs and caught up with the tour in the kitchen just as Ian was explaining where things were.

“Ian, I’m sure you’ve made a list or two explaining everything.” Beth said, grinning knowingly. “Your lists are legendary.”

Ian smiled sheepishly and pulled out a thin comb bound booklet. “These are all the instructions for the house and the animals plus how to turn off the water, what to do if the security alarm goes off and all those other things.”

Michael snatched the book up and flipped it open. “And it’s even indexed.”

“And there’s an appendix. No use going half way on a project.”

&&

They’d just introduced Grant and Pieter to Colleen and Beth and settled down in the family room when Chloe blew in from the backyard.

“Papa, are the aunts here?”

“They’re sitting right over there.” Ian nodded across the room, amused when Chloe turned around so quickly she almost fell over.

“Hello, Chloe. I’m your Aunt Beth and this is Aunt Colleen.”

“Hello.” Chloe said, coming forward and shaking both of their hands. “Did Papa tell you about Flannel and Gizmo?”

Colleen looked at Ian who nodded. “Yes he did. In fact he even wrote it down for us so we’ll be sure to take good care of the animals.”

&&

Colleen’s minivan was packed to the gills with people and luggage but somehow they managed to fit and the trip was quick enough that the crowded conditions weren’t really bothersome. Colleen dropped them off at the terminal and they all piled out, Michael taking a hold of Chloe and letting the other men deal with the bags.

They said goodbye to Colleen and checked in, their bags being whisked away by a skycap after Michael explained to Chloe that it wasn’t someone stealing their bags.

The terminal wasn’t busy and it wasn’t long before they’d walked to the correct gate and found seats facing the windows so Chloe could watch the planes.

The flight was called on time and they boarded after the first rush; they were grateful that they were flying mid-week and it wasn’t overly crowded. Once the plane gained altitude, Ian and Michael moved into four empty seats and spread out their laptops and books, setting Chloe up with Pieter’s portable DVD player in the two seats between them.

Grant and Pieter sat on the same row on the window side of the aisle and Grant got his own work out, leaving Pieter to read a novel and snooze. Chloe fell asleep right after eating and stayed asleep until they were ready to land when the air pressure changed.

Due to Ian’s planning, the transition went smoothly between getting off one airline, retrieving their bags and checking in at the Tom Bradley terminal. The two and half hour layover was only an hour by the time they settled in to the Qantas lounge. Michael took the opportunity to take Chloe into the restroom and help her change into her pajamas. They came back and settled in one of the cushy chairs, Chloe crawling into Michael’s lap.

“Daddy, will it really be Friday when we get there?”

“Yes, because we’re crossing the International Date Line. We’re losing a day but we’ll get it back when we go home. Are you still sleepy?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well you’re going to get your own bed on the plane this time.”

“Uh huh.”

Ian cocked his eye at Michael. “You know she’s going to wake up when we’re halfway there.”

“I know but I’d rather let her sleep while she can. It’s way after her bedtime after all.”

&&

Chloe was so enchanted by the accommodations in first class; she stayed up for several hours watching cartoons and playing games on her own video monitor and ate every bite of the late dinner the flight attendant put in front of her. Three hours in, Michael finally told her to turn the video off.

Ian took her to brush her teeth while Michael converted her seat, putting away all the toys and books but leaving out Hans, her bunny and arranging her blanket and pillow. She was tucked in and Michael and Ian gratefully slipped into their own beds. Two hours later, Michael felt a poke on his arm and opened his eyes tiredly to find Ian looking at him.

“What?”

“We have a visitor.” Ian shifted his gaze to the foot of their beds and Michael saw Chloe curled up into a tiny ball.

“Should I put her back in her bed?”

“No, let’s bring her up here. I just don’t want to accidentally kick her.”

“Okay.”

They sat up and carefully picked her up, putting her in between them and straightening out her body.

“She’s cold.” Ian commented.

“She left her blanket over there. Hang on.” Michael reached over and snagged both the pillow and the blanket. “Pick her up for a minute.”

Ian did so and Michael folded the blanket, cushioning the small gap between their seats.

“Okay, put her here and we can share our blankets with her.”

They settled back down and Chloe cuddled right up, becoming a warm lump. Ian reached down and moved her hair back from her face, smoothing it back.

“She needs a hair cut.”

“A cut or a trim?”

“A cut I think. She looks good with long hair but it’s too long for her to care for and it’s getting ratty from all the swimming.”

“We’ll see how she feels about it. Maybe your mom or Christina knows a place in Sydney.”

&&

Two hours before their flight landed, they were all awake and taking turns in the bathroom to freshen up and change back into their street clothes.

“Chloe put the game away please. You’re holding up the breakfast service.” Ian said, nodding towards the flight attendant.

“We get to eat again, Papa? I like this airplane better than the other one!” Chloe said, pushing the screen out of the way and pulling up her tray table.

The flight attendant chuckled, “We love hearing that, Miss Phelps. Did you want chocolate or white milk?”

“Chocolate, please.” Chloe answered. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with your beverage. Mr. Thorpe, would you like a refill on your coffee?”

“Yes please; you’re a lifesaver.”

“My pleasure.”

Michael came back to his seat to find his meal and his family already eating. Suspiciously, it seemed as if there was a bite missing from his croissant and if the muffled giggles coming from Chloe’s seat were in indication, he knew where it went.

“Ian, are there mice on this flight?”

“Michael, there can’t be any mice on board. They don’t have passports.”

“But there’s a tiny little bite missing from my bread. What else could it have been?”

“Perhaps it was a wee bird.”

The giggles increased as Chloe put her hand over her mouth, trying to keep quiet.

“How would it keep up with the plane?”

“Daddy! It was me!” She said, jumping out of her seat and over to Michael. “I tried your croissant because I didn’t get any.”

“You didn’t get any bread?”

“I got a bagel.”

“So it would only be fair that I get a bite of yours then, wouldn’t it?”

“Daddy it’s very small, you’re very big and I’m very hungry.” Chloe said earnestly. “Can’t Papa give you a bite of his?”

He turned his head to look at Ian’s tray and Chloe scampered back to her seat to protect her bagel. Ian solemnly shook his head, tsking under his breath.

“So it begins.”

&&

Ian sat with Chloe as the plane descended; he’d flown into Sydney enough times to reserve a seat on the best side of the aircraft to see the coastline and city.

“Are we going to see where you and Daddy met?”

“Yes we are. We’re going to swim there on Monday.”

“Are Uncle Grant and Oom Pieter coming too?”

“They’re going on to Brisbane to visit Uncle Grant’s mum and dad.”

“Brisbane is the capital of Queensland, like Harrisburg is the capital of Pennsylvania and it’s called the Sunshine State like Florida.”

“Very good. What state is Sydney in?”

“New South Wales, the most populated state in Australia. Papa, are we going to the garden in Sydney?”

“The Royal Botanic? Yes, we were planning to. Why?”

“Because that’s where you and Daddy went.”

&&

March 5, 2010 Sydney, Australia

The customs agent was very careful as she pressed the first stamp into Chloe’s passport and handed it back. “Welcome to Australia, Miss Phelps.”

“Thank you!” Chloe looked at it and blew on the ink before passing it over to Ian. “Look!”

“I will, Chloe but we need to keep moving through the line please.”

Chloe nodded, picked up her suitcase and rolled it over to join Pieter and Grant as the agent turned to Ian. “Welcome back, Mr. Thorpe. Anything to declare?”

“No, ma’am.”

Ian’s luggage was quickly inspected, his passport checked and he was through. Michael’s bags and passport got the same treatment and he realized that something was missing.

“Ian, do you have Hans?”

“Chloe’s rabbit?”

“Yeah, it’s not in my bag.”

“Oh hell. Where could it be? It wasn’t in her seat.”

Ian and Michael stepped to the side and did a quick check through their carry on bags with no sign of the stuffed animal.

“Okay, go find my parents and take Chloe to the big kangaroo so she can get her picture with her passport; I’ll go to the Qantas desk and ask them to get it off the plane.” Ian said frantically.

“What’s wrong?” Grant asked coming over when he noticed there was a problem.

“Hans is missing.” Michael answered, still checking his bag in hopes the rabbit would suddenly appear.

“No he’s not; Pieter’s got him. Chloe was worried that Pieter was having trouble sleeping on the plane so she gave Hans to Pieter. See?”

Michael and Ian were relieved to see Chloe holding her rabbit and chatting with Pieter as she looked around at all the people moving about.

“Thank god! Where were we when this was going on?” Ian asked.

“You were asleep. She was very brave to share Hans with Pieter but I think that’s why she ended up in with you. She can’t sleep without it.”

Crisis averted and luggage trolleys obtained, they moved out of Customs and into the public corridor towards the Blue Sky Café where Ian’s parents were waiting. Ian thought they’d be sitting down and enjoying a coffee but his mother and father were standing just outside the entrance looking anxiously in their direction.

Ken’s face brightened when he spotted the four very tall men through the crowd and he nudged Margaret. Both of them immediately started looking lower and Ian grinned to himself.

“Michael, I think I’ve just been demoted to second class citizen.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, we’ve been spotted by the parents and Mum’s busy trying to see Chloe through the crowd.”

“Ah, well you should pick her up and make it easier for them. Score points while you can because it’s all downhill from here.”

“Brilliant plan. Chloe-love, how about a ride? I can see Nana and Granda.”

“Really?”

“Yep!” Ian reached down and slung her up into his arms. “See right by the blue door? Nana’s wearing the red shirt and Granda has the hat on.”

“I see them!” Chloe said, waving her hand and laughing when they waved back. “They see me!”

Thankfully the corridor wasn’t that long and Ian set Chloe so she could greet her grandparents. She wasn’t shy at all, running forward and hugging them both; telling them all about the trip. Michael interrupted her, giving Ian a chance to greet his parents by reminding her that Grant and Pieter were leaving.

She kissed and hugged Grant and Pieter, giggling when Pieter whispered in her ear.

Margaret said her farewells to Pieter and Grant then took charge of Chloe, holding her hand and getting her moving to the car leaving the men to deal with the luggage and their own goodbyes. They saw Grant and Pieter off then Ken led the way outside. Michael and Ian immediately took off their coats and Ian mentioned they’d need to pick up some sunscreen.

“You didn’t bring any? It wasn’t on your list?” Michael asked, feigning shock.

“Do you know how hard- oh, forget it. No, it wasn’t on the list. I also forgot our sunglasses.”

“Easily solved so no worries, boys. We have plenty of sunscreen around the house and I think there’s even a few pair of your sunglasses, Ian. The car’s right down that aisle there.”

&&

Chloe was hopping up and down between their car and the next as Margaret watched. She smiled at the men as they arrived. “I just told her that we’re going to the zoo on Wednesday and she’s showing me her kangaroo impression.”

Glad that Chloe was burning off a little energy, Michael and Ian loaded the car and they were off. Immediately, Chloe noticed that they were driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road but Ian quickly explained that this was how people drove in Australia.

The drive to Ian’s parent’s house didn’t take long at all and they were soon unloading the car and going inside. Chloe was thrilled with the bunk bed in her room and the pool in the backyard, wanting to go swimming as soon as possible.

“Daddy, I’ve never been in an outside pool!”

“Chloe, give us all a chance to get settled in, unpacked and unwind a bit and then you can go swimming.” Michael said calmly, as he unzipped his bag. “Have you unpacked your suitcase? You can’t go swimming without your suit.”

“Oh! Okay!” Chloe started to run out and Michael stopped her.

“No running in Nana and Granda’s house, Chloe. Remember?”

“Yes, sir.” Chloe walked out slowly, exaggerating each step as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Margaret watched her as she went down the hall and then walked into Michael and Ian’s room.

“What is Chloe doing now?”

“She runs everywhere at home and I told her she couldn’t do that here.”

“Ah. I brought you some extra pillows and there are extra blankets in the closet. Do you have enough hangers?”

“We’ll be fine Margaret. How are you by the way? I didn’t get a chance to ask earlier.”

“I’ve been fine.” Margaret answered, taking a seat on the chair near the window. “Ken’s showing the new grill to Ian.”

“Ken got another grill?”

“It’s a new one every year for that man but I shouldn’t complain, it could be cars. How have you been?”

“I’m doing fine. It’s hard sometimes, trying to fit Ian, Chloe, school and swimming in but it’s worth it.”

“It will get better once you graduate and retire. My, that’s an odd sentence.”

Michael chuckled. “It is a strange combination, isn’t it.”

&&&

Chloe did indeed get her swim, shrieking as she hit the water. It was much colder than she was used to but she was soon zipping around and using the floats and toys that her cousins had left behind. Ken was manning the grill while Margaret relaxed with her son and son-in-law.

“She’s a lovely girl, boys.”

“Thanks mum but she more or less came that way.”

“Are you still thinking about having a baby? I’m sure Christina would understand if you’d changed your mind now that you’ve got Chloe.”

“Oh, we thought it would be more like Christina changing her mind.” Michael said, looking at Ian. “We still want to have a baby, more than one if we can manage.” He saw Margaret’s look and continued. “Oh, not that we’d expect Christine to do this more than once but realistically speaking a multiple birth is possible and Colleen has also offered to surrogate for us.”

“Mum, we do plan on talking this over with Chris and David because the logistics are going to be complicated. Did she ask you to talk to us?”

“No, not directly but I’ve been anxious ever since you all began this. Anxious for it to happen, anxious for Christine’s safety.”

“Mom angst.” Michael said with a nod. “Debs is doing the same thing. There are some legal issues we’ll have to deal with too. Surrogacy isn’t legal here, although it is legal in Victoria or was it Queensland?”

“I think it was Victoria.”

“Yes I know that but David’s employer is talking about transferring him to London next year and it’s legal there, including giving you both rights to the child.” Margaret said, proving that she could still do her homework.

“Oh.” Ian sat back and shared a glance with Michael. “What’s the likelihood that it will happen?”

“They’re waiting for David and Christine to make up their minds but it’s only for two years. Depending on how well the job goes in London, he’ll be promoted to vice president and they’ll come back here.”

“Wow! Vice president! He’s awful young for that, isn’t he?” Michael asked.

“The directors at SpectraCon are very pleased with his work. The move to London would also be a promotion, he’ll be head of technology for Europe if he takes it.”

“We’ll have to take them out to dinner to celebrate! Even if he doesn’t want the job, it’s still great that they asked him.” Ian said.

&&

March 6, 2010 Sydney Australia

The meeting of the cousins that afternoon was fun for all involved despite some initial wariness between two little girls both used to being the only little girl in the room. The Thorpe-Phelps, Thorpes and Williams families met at Wylie’s Baths, a salt water facility near Coogee Beach so the children could swim safely and the adults could enjoy the ocean views.

Daniel wasn’t quite up to swimming, he had just turned one but Iona and Chloe had a blast. They raced and dashed and splashed as the adults took turns staying nearby to keep an eye on them. Right before lunch, Margaret and Ken took over so the younger couples could discuss things.

“Ian, I suppose Mum told you about London?” Christina asked.

“Yes, she did. Congratulations, David.”

“Thanks. I’d like to take the job but we’re both a little leery about moving to England.”

“I know Christina’s never made it there but you haven’t been either David?”

“No. That’s part of the problem; the company will pay to fly us up there to check it out but we’d rather not take the kids that far and haul them around while we house hunt. And we can’t leave them with my parents or Margaret and Ken. Iona’s too much of a handful for them.”

Michael and Ian looked at each other and Michael spoke up. “We might have a solution for you. Ian’s swimming in Paris in August and we’ve rented a six bedroom flat; we were going to invite you guys along with Margaret and Ken and my moms for a two week visit. London’s a short flight or train ride away and if you go the second week, you’ll have six adults to watch the kids.”

“Ian, you’re swimming?” Christina asked.

“Yes, in the Gay Games. I thought I told you?”

“That’s this year?”

“Yes, sister-mine. I’m competing in three events.” Ian said. “You really never listen to me, do you?”

“I listen, I just don’t write things down.” Christina answered, sticking out her tongue. “You’re normally blathering on about Michael and there’s only so much of that a girl can take.”

“Okay, before the sibling thing gets to stage two let’s move on. Guys, that’s a great plan and I’m sure SpectraCon will spring for our airfare and Margaret and Ken’s since you’ve taken care of the housing situation.”

“They’re that anxious to get you to London?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, there’s a program I’ve been working on that they want to use for all the branches but it’s got to roll out in London. We’ll be there for two years, minimum but it could go an additional six months. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s talk about the baby situation.”

“Chris, are you sure you still want to do this?” Michael asked.

“Yes, of course. I always knew you guys would be great parents and Chloe only proves my point. Unless you’ve changed your minds?”

“No. Chloe’s just made us realize how much we wanted children in our lives and we don’t want her to be an only child. Whitney and Hilary have offered to donate eggs for us and I’d be the sperm donor.” Ian said.

Christina gave a huge sigh of relief and then looked at Michael. “Um, that didn’t mean what you thought it meant. IVF means I won’t have to do hormone therapy for the egg harvesting.”

Michael chuckled and shook his head. “I heard all about it from Whitney and I don’t blame you in the least. Ian and I know we’re really lucky that you are willing to go through all of this for us.”

“The only problem I see is that you might have to move up your time table. I know you wanted to wait until you were both out of grad school but we can’t count on it working the first time. We’d also have to get all the parties together with the right timing.” David said.

“Okay, so let’s say you move to London. When is that happening?” Ian asked.

“Next February and I don’t want to be pregnant during the move so we could start trying in April. I know that’s way ahead of schedule but I won’t be working while we’re in London so it works out well for us.”

Ian and Michael looked at each other. Michael finally nodded and Ian smiled, leaning over to kiss him before turning to look at his sister and brother-in-law.

“We’re in but we’re only going to try this three times: April, July and October. No more than four embryos for each attempt and the decision to selectively terminate is yours as we’ve previously discussed. We’ll pay for your medical care and a housekeeper or cleaning service while you’re pregnant.”

“Ian, I kept the house clean and worked full time while I was pregnant with Iona and Daniel.”

“Chris, there is only so much time in the day. You’re basically giving us your body for nine or more months and-”

“Ian, women have been having babies for centuries without needing a housekeeper.”

David caught Michael’s eye and twitched his head towards the refreshment kiosk. Michael nodded and eased Daniel’s carrier further into the shade before getting up and slipping away.

“Well, you tried to avert the battle but the war rages anyway.” Michael remarked as he strolled along with David.

“Just so you know, I think the housekeeper is a good idea myself and Chris probably does too but she’s just as stubborn as he is.”

“Don’t I know it? David, how do you really feel about all this?”

“About Christina having her brother’s baby?” David grinned. “Aside from feeling like we should all be living in that place, the one your Dad talks about?”

“West Virginia?”

“Yes! I have my days where I wonder if we’re all crazy but I’m also just geeky enough to be intrigued by the process.”

“Ian keeps mentioning that it’s like a ‘Friends’ episode and I keep telling him that there’s a reason Frank and Alice never show up again after the triplets were born.”

“Are you having doubts, Michael? I saw that little interchange between you and Ian.”

“Our only disagreement is the timing. You know Ian, once he makes up his mind he’s ready to go; I’m the one who wants to wait until after New York. So in a way, you guys are giving us the perfect compromise.”

&&

Monday March 8, 2010 Sydney, Australia

The visit to the Olympic Village started with a walking tour although Chloe was more interested in getting to the pool at first but the Cauldron captured her interest with a vengeance when Michael mentioned that Ian, Pieter and Grant’s names were engraved on several of the over four thousand plates.

It took her two minutes to find the first one and she soon found the rest, making sure that Michael took her picture near one of Ian’s. The Memory Poles were the next items that caught her interest, especially the plasma screens playing highlights from the 2000 Games.

“Papa, that’s you!” Chloe’s high pitched voice caught the interest of several tourists in the area but Ian ignored them.

“I know, Chloe.”

“Was it fun?”

“It was a blast.”

Chloe watched for several more minutes then looked up at him. “Can we go to the pool now?”

“Yes, it’s not far from here.”

They set off, Ken and Margaret holding Chloe’s hands with Michael and Ian following behind.

“Why do you think she’s so obsessed about going to the pool?” Ian asked idly, his hand securely clasped in Michael’s.

“Because she’s our kid? Actually, I think it’s that story you tell her about how we met.”

“It’s just a story.”

“But for her it’s like a fairy tale come to life. She loves all those little details you keep adding.” Michael tugged Ian closer and put a quick kiss on his cheek. “You really should write it down sometime although no one could ever tell it like you do.”

“Thank you love.”

The Aquatic Center had gone through some changes in the last ten years. The addition of the leisure area alone made a big difference but the big pool was still there.

“Chloe, did you know that there’s a window in the pool so you can see underwater?”

“Really?”

“Yep. In fact, Granda and Nana are going to take you there once we’re all changed and you can watch Papa and I swim. Would you like that?”

Chloe nodded enthusiastically and followed Margaret into the changing room while Ken, Michael and Ian went through the men’s door. The younger men quickly slipped into their suits and went out after locking up their belongings. Ken took a little longer to get into his trunks but soon joined them.

Margaret and Chloe emerged minutes later, Chloe wearing her new Adidas swimsuit which Ian admired profusely much to Michael’s amusement. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that Chloe lived with three Speedo sponsored swimmers.

“Mum, Dad we’ll see you in a few minutes. Chloe, don’t run.”

“Okay, Papa.”

Getting into that pool again felt a little like coming home. Aside from his wins, Ian just liked how the water felt at this particular venue. It was one of the fastest pools in the world and an experienced swimmer could feel the difference. Michael took the lane next to him and they both swam slowly, warming up a bit.

Michael flipped over halfway down the next lap and switched to the backstroke, keeping pace with Ian. They did a few more laps, taking their time before stopping at one end.

“Hey Ian?”

“Yes love?”

“You think they’re down there by now?”

“Probably.”

“And how big is this window?”

“The full length of the pool. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yep. Come on.”

Michael hauled himself out and waited for Ian, noticing that a small crowd had stopped to watch them, obviously here on a tour of the facility and well aware of just who these two swimmers were as the tour guide was practically quivering with excitement.

“Hi. Would any of you happen to have a whistle?”

An older woman nodded and reached into her purse, holding it out to him. “Here you go.”

“Thanks but would you mind giving us a start?” Michael asked, with a smile.

“Uh. Of course, dear.”

Michael looked at Ian, “One up and one back?”

“Sounds good.” He paused and shot a smile at the tour group. “Don’t think badly of me if he wins. He’s still in training.”

“And he’s already making excuses.” Michael said, winking at them and stepping up on the block. “Come on, old man. Your fate awaits.”

“Old man? Oh, you’re going to pay for that.”

The whistle owner stepped up and waited for them to take their positions before putting the device to her lips and blowing. Both men were off the blocks in a heartbeat, Ian’s entry giving him a slight edge but they were even after the turn.

Michael had plenty in reserve however they hadn’t warmed up properly and Ian wasn’t pushing so he held back and wasn’t surprised that Ian out touched him at the wall.

The touring group applauded as they hauled themselves out and came forward to ask for autographs after giving both men a minute to grab their towels. Chloe didn’t pay any attention and came running up to Ian, flinging her arms around his waist.

“Papa, you won! You won!”

“I know and was that running I saw?”

“Um, no?”

“Um, yes I think.” Ian said, reaching down and picking her up. “Where are Nana and Granda?”

“Right behind me?” Chloe said hopefully, peeking over Ian’s shoulder at the direction she came from.

“I don’t see them. What did Daddy and I say about running?”

Chloe looked down then buried her face in Ian’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

Ian smiled an apology to the people still waiting for an autograph, shrugging his shoulders. “I know you are but we’ll talk about this later.”

“Ian, let me have her and we’ll head over to the other pool.” Michael said, handing the paper he’d just signed back and reaching for her.

“Actually, folks we do need to get going. Thank you ma’am for your help,” Ian said, looking directly at the woman with the whistle.” He handed Chloe over and gathered their items, walking off behind Michael towards Ken and Margaret.

“Daddy, I’m sorry I was running.”

“I know you are, Sweet Pea but you see now why we asked you not run?”

“Because Nana and Granda can’t chase me like you can?”

“Right and you’ll also apologize to them, won’t you.”

“I will, Daddy.”

“Okay.”

&&

March 12, 2010 Cronulla, Australia

Michael woke up to around six when Chloe climbed into bed with them. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Do we have to go home today?”

“Yes we do. Papa and I need to go back to school. Don’t you want to go home?”

“I miss the puppies and Flannel but can’t Nana and Granda come home with us?”

“You really like them don’t you?”

“Uh huh. Nana gives good hugs and Granda smells like Papa. But I like Grammy and Pop Pop and Gran and Grampa too.”

“I know you do. You know Granda and Nana will be in Paris with us in August.”

“Oh. Are they going to watch while Papa and Aunt Chris make a baby? Do I get to watch?”

Michael froze in shock. He and Ian had intended to talk to Chloe about their plans for another child but they’d underestimated their daughter’s ability to overhear things.

“Well, Aunt Chris is going to make a baby for Papa and me but we don’t get to watch that.”

“Can we watch when the baby’s finished?”

“Um. That will be up to Aunt Chris I suppose. Do you know where babies come from?”

“Uh huh. Uncle Pieter showed me in a book when I thought Gadget was going to have puppies. Aunt Chris isn’t going to have a puppy though, it’s really going to be a baby?”

“It’ll be a baby.”

“Can we get a puppy? Or a kitty?”

“We already have two dogs and a cat, Chloe.”

“But Iona’s going to have two babies now.”

“Ah. The new baby is going to be our baby. He or she will be coming home with us so you and Iona will both have a baby and you’ll be even.”

“Oh. Can I name the baby?”

“That’s a tough one. What do you have in mind?”

“Elora Danan or Buttercup.”

“Princess names?”

“Uh huh.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“Nemo, after the fish.”

“Papa and I will take your suggestions under advisement but we have a long way to go before the baby is born.”

“Okay. Can I go call Oom Pieter and Uncle Grant?”

“It’s six twenty in the morning so why don’t you wait until after breakfast?”

“All right. I’m going to go watch cartoons!” Chloe squirmed away and slid off the bed.

“Don’t run!”

“I won’t.”

Chloe closed the door behind her with a wave and Michael turned over onto his back.

“Buttercup?” Ian asked.

“You bastard! I knew you were awake.” Michael said, looking down at him.

“I didn’t wake up until she started talking about the baby and you seemed to have it well in hand. We really need to start watching what we say in front of her.”

“That’s got to be the understatement of the year. I can’t believe we’re going home today; where’d the week go?” Michael asked as he slid back down the mattress and snuggled into Ian’s warm body.

“We spent it trying to keep up with Chloe.” Ian wrapped his arm around Michael and kissed his brow. “I’ll miss Mum and Dad though.”

“I will too. You know, with David and Chris in London; they’re going to be awfully lonely here. Do you think they’d consider coming to live with us for a while?”

Ian was silent for a moment, moved that Michael would even consider opening their house to his parents. “Michael, are you sure about that?”

Michael hitched himself up on his elbow so he could see Ian’s face. “Of course I’m sure. I love Margaret and Ken and I know you worry about them. You’d worry even more while Chris and Dave are gone. We need to talk to Grant and Pieter first because it will affect them but if they agree, we can talk to your parents while we’re in Paris.”

“Thank you, love. I don’t know if they’ll agree to it but it’s worth a shot.”

&&

When their flight landed in Philadelphia at 5:22 pm, Michael took control of their baggage while Ian handled Chloe who was raring to go after spending twenty plus hours trapped in a plane.

Colleen and Beth met them outside of customs and had thoughtfully brought along outerwear for each of them as there were three inches of snow on the ground with more expected later that night. Due to the weather, they’d brought along Michael’s SUV instead of driving them back to the house.

“Sorry to make this so quick but we both have to work on Monday and we can’t afford to get stuck here tomorrow,” Beth said, holding out the keys.

Ian helped Chloe into the car and turned to them, “We understand totally; thanks for minding the house for us.”

“It was our pleasure, we had a great time and the animals are fed and we gave the dogs a walk before we drove down. We’ll call later this week to hear all about your trip!”

They both hurried to their van after a round of hugs and goodbyes and Michael got behind the wheel as Ian took the passenger seat. The trip home was a little harrowing, due to the snowfall and Michael gave a huge sigh of relief after he parked the car in the garage.

“Well, I didn’t think we’d ever make it home.”

“Neither did I and I’m glad you were driving. Chloe, let’s get you inside and Daddy and I will get the bags.”

“Can we have dinner soon? I’m hungry.”

“I’m sure we’ll manage something.” Ian said as he opened her door and let her out, going to unlock the door to the kitchen and escorting her inside before returning to help Michael with the bags.

“We left with five bags, right?” Michael asked, struggling to get the big suitcase out.

“Yes dear.” Ian said as he reached over and took one edge of the bag to help him.

“And we’re coming back with seven.”

“I know dear.”

“Just checking.”

&&

Colleen and Beth had left them a hearty beef stew in the fridge so dinner was simply a matter of heating it up on the stove while Chloe played in the sunroom with the dogs. Ian switched the burner on under the pan and turned the handle to the side then went to check through the mail that piled up while they were gone. Michael came down a few minutes later after putting the first load of laundry in the washer and joined him at the kitchen table.

Michael smiled when Ian absently reached over and rubbed his back for a moment. “It’s good to be home.”

“Yes it is. Looks like we might be housebound tomorrow too if that snow continues falling.”

“I checked the weather while I was upstairs and they say we might get four more inches. What a difference from Sydney.”

“I like the snow actually. Not to drive it but it’s pretty to look at.” Ian put the bill he was looking at into one of the piles he’d started and turned to the next envelope, pushing up his glasses then reaching for his cup of tea.

Looking at him, Michael realized again how much he loved this man and the home they’d built together.

“Michael?”

“Huh?”

“You’re looking at me funny.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too but do you want a cup of tea?”

“What?” Michael shook his head and stood up. “Oh, I’ll get it. Do you want a refill?”

“That would be nice.” Ian said, giving him a look over his glasses.

Michael poured the tea and returned to the table, stopping to set Ian’s cup in front of him. Ian snagged him by the waist and tilted his head up.

“Give us a kiss, love.”

Grinning, Michael did so and found himself sitting on Ian’s lap; their lips meshing together.

“Papa! Daddy! Can I go outside?” Chloe asked as she walked into the room and stopped. “Are you kissing again?”

“No you may not and yes we are.” Ian answered, his head resting on Michael’s chest.

“You guys kiss all the time. When I grow up, I’m never kissing anyone.”

“You’re not going to kiss us?” Michael said, struggling not to laugh.

“I mean kiss boys.”

“We’re boys.” Ian pointed out.

“No you’re not. You’re dads. Can I have a cookie?”

“How about a banana instead? Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Okay.” Chloe washed her hands and grabbed a banana, running back to the sun room.”

“Well I feel oddly asexual now.” Ian said with a grin.

Wiggling his bottom, Michael grinned back. “You don’t feel asexual to me.”

“Um, hold that thought until we get her in bed.”

“I’d rather hold something else but okay.”
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