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Expressions of Love	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: Reality TV > The A-List: New York Views: 1145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on a reality tv show. I don't own The A-List: New York. No profit gained. Full disclaimer below.

Chapter List
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Chapter 2: Ryan and Desmond
Prompt: Fan Fic 100 #46- Family
Inspiration: “If I Could” by Regina Belle (I don't own the song)
Summary: The greatest gifts from God (besides His son Jesus and salvation) are children. A baby makes three.
                Ryan and Desmond excitedly exited the car. Ryan carrying the baby bag, Desmond the baby carrier.
“Are you nervous?” Ryan asked his husband.
“Very. Are you?”
“Oh yes. My hands are shaking so bad. I’m scared I’m going to drop her.”
“We’ll be fine.” Holding hands, they entered the hospital and made their way to the nursery. Once there, they saw their Surrogate Counselor waiting for them. She was smiling.
“Good Morning, gentlemen.” She said reaching out to hug them.
“Good morning honey. How are you?” Ryan asked.
“I’m good and so exited for you guys.” She hugged Desmond.
“Where’s Kay? We have a gift for her.” Desmond said.
“She checked out a little over an hour ago. I can take the gift to her if you want.”
“Oh, I wanted to hug before she left. I hope we didn’t scare her off. We’ve had a good relationship so far. Did she not want to stay?” Ryan said with disappointment in his voice.
“It’s combination of things. Adoptions are like this as well. Sometimes the birth mother doesn’t want to see. I doubt you scared her. I think this time was harder for her then she expected.” The couple nodded.
“Well, we’re ready to take her home, if she’s ready to be discharged.”Desmond said.
“She is.” The counselor said. The nurse came over with papers for them to verify and sign. After signing, the nurse let them into the nursery and over to the crib their little girl was in.
“Hi, baby girl.” Ryan cooed. She looked up at her fathers and smiled. “Are you ready to go home Miss Michaela?” She grabbed Des’s finger as he kissed her forehead. “Des, look at her. She’s so beautiful.” Desmond smiled as he placed the carrier on the table and prepared it for their daughter. He carefully picked her up from the crib and placed her inside the car seat, buckling her in. She squirmed a bit.
“I know sweetie, you’re not used to that but you will be.” Desmond said. Ryan kissed her and replaced the pacifier she spit out.
“I’ll walk out with you.” Their counselor said. They waved good-bye to all of the nurses and staff and headed for the parking lot. Once Michaela was strapped in, Ryan sat next to her. They thanked the counselor again and headed home.
                It was a typical New York traffic day, which meant busy streets, accidents and lots of stopping traffic. Little Michaela was asleep before they left the parking lot. Ryan just held her little hand as she slept.
“Do you think the dogs will be jealous?”
“I’m sure they will be. It will probably be a few weeks for we can let them all be in the same room.” Desmond replied. “I’m just hoping she’s not allergic.”
“Well, we do have the HEPA filters and only a rug in her room. So dog hair shouldn’t be a problem.” Traffic came to a stand still about 15 minutes from their apartment.
“And now we wait.”
“I don’t know if I trust myself driving in this crazy traffic with her in the car.”Ryan said.
“You’ll get used to it baby. You have to.”
“I’m so scared that I’m going to forget something when I have her with me. I’ll end up on the news or something.” He sighed. “And what if she doesn’t like us? What if she cries all night because she’d rather be somewhere else?”
“There will always be a paternal biological bond between the two of you like there will always be a maternal one between her and Kay.” Desmond reassured. “And she and I will bond in our own special way. You’re being paranoid over nothing honey.”
“No, there are people who run into those problems everyday.”
“She’s just three days old. She’s barely aware of herself right now. Ryan, calm down. We are going to be great parents or else we wouldn’t have decided to do this. Michaela is going to have a great life with us. We’re going to be the best parents we can be to her.”Ryan sighed.
“You always seem to know what to say.”
“And that’s why I’m you’re Mr. Big.”

“Yes you are.”

                Once the trio arrived at their building, Ryan’s nerves seemed calmer. Michaela was home. She was still sleeping so Desmond placed her in her crib. She moved a little, trying to get used to her unfamiliar surroundings but she finally took a relaxing breath and went back to sleep.
“How precious is this?” Ryan asked as he and Desmond hugged each other.
Ryan took a picture with his cell phone and sent a message to family and friends that she was home and resting. They were going to have a welcome home dinner on Sunday so everyone could meet her. Desmond agreed that he should share the picture via Twitter, to let Ryan’s fans in on their joy. And also, to encourage gay couples everywhere that children could be in their futures.
                About an hour, later Little Miss Michaela woke up. It was time for lunch. Ryan warmed up a bottle in the bottle warmer. The husbands decided that they didn’t want to warm up bottles in the microwave. Desmond brought her into the living room, talking to her the whole way.
“This is our living room where we spend time with friends and watch TV. And this…” he said taking her over to the windows of their penthouse. “is New York City. The busiest, noisiest, most culturally beautiful place on planet Earth.” She seemed to be looking out of the window. She seemed to be intently listening to Desmond’s voice.
“Here you go baby.” Ryan said as he handed the bottle to his husband after checking the temp. Desmond walked over to the couch where Ryan had prepped a few pillows to aid while they were learning to feed her. Des tried his arms in a few positions before choosing one and then he was able to feed Michaela. Ryan took another picture. He couldn’t help it; this was something they wanted for a long time. “You two look so natural together.” Ryan commented.
“I told you we’d bond in our own way. She’ll come to know that she has two dads that love her very much.”
“And she can call one daddy mommy, if she wants.” They laughed.
                The rest of the night had gone pretty smoothly. Michaela had been changed and fed a few more times. She received her first bath. Ryan nearly cried through the whole event. He knew it would become routine soon enough, but he had to cherish every single new moment they were sharing as a family. After another feeding and diaper change, she was down for the night. They were trying to establish a routine for her, making it easier for all of them.
                It was nearly 11 when the couple was getting ready for bed. Ryan made a couple of bottles of formulas for the night and reviewed his schedule with TJ, Michaela’s guncle (gay uncle). Des spent time washing the tons of clothes Ryan and others had bought. They spent a great deal of the evening on the phone receiving well wishes.
“What time do you think she’ll wake up?” Des looked at the clock.
“Probably about 2 like most babies. I’ll get up with her if you want.”
“No, no. I’ll do it. Just wondering.”
“Don’t be nervous honey. She’ll wake up when she’s supposed to and we change and feed her when we’re supposed to. Everything will be fine; this is our new life now.”
“I know and it’s feeling more wonderful by the minute.” Ryan replied, feeling assured once again that this newness would soon be routine.
                As predicted, the baby monitor provided the sounds of a crying baby at 2:11 a.m. Ryan sat up and stretched. He grabbed his housecoat, slippers and headed to their daughter’s room. Little Michaela was moving her little arms and legs around showing her discomfort. Tears rolled down her little chubby, angelic cheeks. Ryan got a bottle from the mini fridge they placed in the nursery and set it into the bottle warmer. This would save trips to the kitchen in the middle of the night. Then he went over to her and rubbed her tummy, letting her know there he was there.
“Hey, baby girl. I’m here. Let’s see if you need changing first.” He checked her diaper and she was indeed very wet. He changed her then picked her up into his arms. Her crying lessened a little. Very little. “Ok, little one,” Ryan said as he walked over to the bottle warmer. “Your bottle is ready.” He grabbed it and walked over to the must have rocking chair he picked out for the nursery. It was a sturdy one with a higher seat than most. The cushions were already in the chair, waiting for the caring soul who was going to rock the baby. Ryan found a comfortable position and began feeding Michaela.
“There, I bet that makes you feel better doesn’t it?” He gently rocked her. “You know, your daddy and I are so glad that you are finally here and home with us. I promise you that we are going to do the best we can to raise you as a proper young lady. Oh, I can’t wait until our first shopping trip.” Michaela looked up at Ryan raising her eyebrows as if to say, “what’s shopping?”
“Oh we will have so much fun! Nothing but the best for you my dear. Shoes, purses, hats, couture anything. You name it, you shall have it. Yes, daddy loves us like that, you’ll see. We’ve got him wrapped around our little fingers. It didn’t take you quite as long but I’ll show you the real ropes when you’re old enough.” He paused in feeding her, making sure everything was going down properly. “We finally have our happy family.” As he resumed Michaela’s feeding, he continued talking to her.
“Have you noticed the differences in me and daddy yet? We are two different races, but that’s ok. We love each other and plenty of people of different races love each other too. And you may have noticed that we are two boys. Well, I’m a little girly like you so if you want to you can call me mommy; I won’t mind.” Ryan smiled at that thought.
“Daddy and I love each other very much and when you get older you’ll discover love too. Some little boy is gonna break your heart one day. When he does don’t be afraid to love again; it happens to everyone at some point in their life. On the other hand, it could be a little girl. She could break your heart. You’re blessed that you get to grow up in a society that is more accepting and respecting of the GLBT community. That stands for Gay, Lesbian, Bi-sexual and Transgender. You’ll learn more about it as you grow older too. Things were different for daddy and me. It will be easier for your generation. Whoever you decide to love, we’ll leave up to you.” Michaela showed signs that she was full. Ryan removed the bottle and moved her into a position to be burped. “We’ll try the shoulder and see how that works.” He placed her there and gently patted and rubbed her back. He heard a few little burps. “Anymore in there?” He asked. He placed her on his knee sitting up right and leaning on his hand while he patted her back. She had a few more burps and was done.
                He cuddled her back into his arms to rock her back to sleep. She grabbed onto his index finger and cooed at him. Ryan was absolutely loving this moment. He wished he could film them so everyone else could share in his happiness, but very few would actually feel what he was feeling. Michaela sucked on her pacifier as she looked at Ryan smiling at her.
“You know, I’m trying very hard not to map your life out for you. But I can’t help it. I have so many hopes and dreams for you. I’m already picturing your wedding. I will be doing your hair, of course. Like I would trust this precious head to anyone else. TJ can do your nails. Mike can be the photographer. I don’t know who will design your dress. And you will wear a dress; I won’t compromise on that no matter who you’re marrying. And daddy will walk you down the aisle. Why daddy? I’ll be too nervous sugar. We’ll be the prettiest girls in the whole place.” He said.
He looked down at the little bundle in his arms and she was fast asleep. He checked for sure using the arm test. The faster the arm fell, the deeper in sleep the baby would be. Resistance meant the child wasn’t completely asleep. Her arm fell quickly. Ryan carried her back to the crib and tenderly laid her down. She sighed and looked as if she was going to open her eyes, but she didn’t. He stood there for a few minutes more, admiring her. Their precious baby girl.
Once back in bed, he snuggled close to his husband and felt Desmond wrap his arm around him.
“Everything’s ok. Made it through her first night’s feeding and changing.” Ryan said as he yawned.
“I know. I heard.”
“What?” Then it dawned on him. “I forgot about the baby monitor.”
“So you being nervous is the only reason I get to walk her down the aisle?”
“No, not really. If she wants us both, she gets us both. It’s just that someone has to sit down and look pretty during the ceremony. Why not let it be me?”
“And there’s no compromise on the dress?”
“None, what so ever.”
“Well, let’s put the wedding plans on hold a bit and see if we can get her through the family meet and greet on Sunday and the grandparents’ visits this week.”
“We can do it; we’ll be fine.” Ryan said, yawning again. “I’m gonna ask for advice on how to deal with teenage girls. I’ll let everybody write down in a book.”
“Why now?”
“Maybe if we study it enough, by the time we get there, it will make sense.” Desmond laughed.
“Yeah, I can see your first fight now. She’ll be trying to wear something short or inappropriate to school.”
“Probably. And yours will be the party you refuse to let her go to with the boy-”
“Or girl-”
“Or girl that you don’t like.”
“One day she’ll understand that we love her and want the best for her. Just like we did.” The husbands smiled as the thought of the future brought loving dreams to their minds.
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