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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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August 29, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

Ian dragged his suitcase off the baggage carousel and joined Michael near the customs line. “I hope Pieter or Grant is here already.”

“Me too. Paris was great but it’s good to be home. It’ll be nice to sleep in our bed tonight. Ian, did you hurt yourself? You’ve been rubbing your shoulder since we landed.”

“My arm fell asleep on the flight and it’s still tingling.” Ian swung his arm around in a circle. “It hurts but it’s getting better.”

“Aw. I’ll have to give you a massage later, just to make sure you get all the kinks out.”

They moved up in line and Michael filled out the form for the five boxes of chocolates he purchased in Paris, pulling them out of his carryon and placing the form and receipts on top of them.

“You are addicted to chocolate.” Ian accused, wincing at the total Michael had paid.

“It’s not all for me; I was going to share.”

Ian stuck his leg out as he got out his residency documentation. “Go ahead, pull the other one.”

“Ha ha. Just for that, you’re not getting any. These will all be for me and Chloe and Grant.”

“Not Pieter?”

“He doesn’t like chocolate. On the one hand, that’s a good thing because more for me. On the other hand, I sort of distrust him since I found that out. First he doesn’t like chocolate, and then the next thing will be that we find out he’s some kind of alien life form sent here to observe humanity.”

“Uh huh. This is based on his not liking chocolate?”

“Haven’t you noticed the way his hair sticks up sometimes? Could be antennas.”

Ian cast a look at Michael, “You really shouldn’t have had that glass of wine on board.”

“I know. I feel sort of giddy but I think it’s mostly the lack of sleep.”

“Um. Maybe I should have left you alone last night.”

“Oh, no. I’m giddy not sleepy but I intend on crashing early tonight. I can’t believe school starts again on Wednesday.”

They made it to the front of the line and were quickly passed through, grabbing their bags and making their way out to the public area.

“Papa! Daddy!” Chloe yelled, running towards them getting to Michael first. He dropped his bag and scooped her up.

“Hi sweetie. We missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. Papa, did the surprise work?”

“It certainly did.” Ian said as he gave her a quick kiss. “Did Grant and Pieter take you to the pool? Your hair is wet.”

Chloe shifted her eyes at Michael who nodded. “You can tell him now.”

“I was in the pool in the backyard. It’s wonderful and all fizzy.”

“Ah. So you had the pool installed while we were gone? That’s my anniversary present?” Ian asked.

“Nope. That’s not it.” Michael said, putting Chloe down. “Now, where are your uncles?”

“Over there.” Chloe said, pointing towards the exit. “Oom Pieter is saying bad words in Dutch.”

“What words?” Ian asked having spotted their friends and moving towards them.

“I don’t know.”

“Then how do you know they’re bad?”

“Because he won’t tell me what they mean.” She answered, clearly frustrated.

As they got closer, Ian spotted why Pieter had walked up to meet them: Pieter’s left leg was encased in an air cast from the knee down.

“What happened to you?”

“I fell and broke my foot.” Pieter said shortly, shooting a dirty look at Michael who didn’t look very surprised.

“You fell? Out of bed, down the stairs, off a horse?”

“I fell. That’s all I’m going to tell you. Can we go back to the car now? My leg hurts.”

“I told you to stay home Pieter.” Grant said in a long suffering tone.

“Right, home all by myself. No thank you.”

“Oom Pieter, I would have stayed with you.” Chloe volunteered.

“And I appreciate that but we all know who is at fault here and he’ll pay. Oh how he will pay.”

“I didn’t tell you to-” Michael started to defend himself. “We’ll talk later. Where’s the car? We’ll go bring it around for you.”

**

In the car, Ian settled into back seat next to Michael and although he was dying to find out what secret his spouse, daughter and friends were keeping from him; he could wait. He knew Michael was just waiting for him to ask and he wasn’t going to give in to the temptation.

That lasted all of four minutes and Ian couldn’t take it anymore. “What did you do to Pieter?”

“I didn’t do anything. I haven’t even been home for a month.”

“Yet he’s blaming you for his broken foot.”

“I’ve always thought he was unhinged. How could I possibly be responsible?”

“You’ve done something; Chloe’s practically vibrating in her seat.”

“Maybe she’s getting a cold. Chloe hon, do you feel okay?”

Chloe sniffled rather convincingly and right on cue. “Maybe I’m getting a cold.”

Ian gave them both long looks. “I see.”

&&

Grant parked the car in the garage and quickly got out to assist Pieter. “Come on my little wounded bird; there’s a spot on the couch with your name on it.”

Ian and Michael got their bags and went into the house following the slowly moving Pieter. Chloe had slipped in as Grant unlocked the door and ran into the living room.

“Oom Pieter, I have your pillow ready. Do you want some water or a soda?”

“Thank you Chloe but I think Michael can get me a drink. Michael?”

Sighing, Michael dropped his bags in the kitchen and went to the fridge. “Water or Sprite?”

“Coke.”

“Are you on pain killers?”

“Yes he is.” Grant answered quickly.

“Then water it is.”

Ian put his bags down and put his hand on Michael’s chest. “What did you do?”

“Hang on one minute.” Michael stepped around him and took the bottle of cold water into Pieter. “One water and you’re getting it because I’m a nice guy and not because I’m accepting responsibility for your foot.” He set the bottle down on the end table and turned to Ian. “Want to go see the pool?”

“I want my surprise.”

“Come on, the pool first.” Michael said, taking Ian’s hand and leading him towards the sunroom. “Oh wait. Chloe, do you have the blindfold?”

“Right here Daddy!” Chloe pulled a pink piece of fabric out of her pocket as Ian moved back.

“Blindfold? Michael, please tell me you didn’t buy a car and it’s not sitting in the backyard.”

“It’s not a car. Now put the blindfold on, I promise you’ll like it.”

Ian looked down at Chloe who was still holding at the blindfold. “Will I like it, Chloe?”

“Uh huh. I like it a lot. A whole lot. More than anything.”

“Okay.” Ian took the blindfold and allowed Michael to tie it on him. He felt Michael take his hand and had a brief moment of panic, strongly reminded of his week without vision before composing himself again.

“Oh god, Ian. I’m sorry. I-”

“No. It’s okay. I’m fine but let’s get this over with.”

“Okay but you tell me if it’s too much.” Michael said gently, rubbing Ian’s back with his other hand and leading him forward. Ian could tell they were walking through the sunroom and heard the door open. He prepared himself for the step down into the yard but stopped with his foot out when Michael squeezed his hand.

“There’s a wood floor under your foot now. Not a step.”

“Oh. You put a deck in?”

“Uh huh. Well the contractor did. Just a little further now. Okay, put your hand out and grab the railing. It’s right at waist level. I’m going to turn you a little bit and stand still. There. Are you ready?”

“As ready as I ever will be.” Ian answered. He felt Michael’s hand at the loose knot and kept his eyes closed until the blindfold was completely off. “Can I open now?”

“Yep.”

Ian took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He was staring at the corner of the yard where a new pool was installed off the side of the now expanded garage. The pool was not only in the sunniest part of the yard, it was also screened in and there appeared to be a pool house attached to the garage along the back.

The end of the expanded section furthest away from the garage was built into a two story tower that had a rope bridge leading from it. Ian turned to follow the bridge and gasped at the sight of a three level tree house that was now nestled in the branches.

“Oh my god, Michael. That’s my tree fort!” Ian said in amazement.

“The one you drew when you were a kid, yes I know. Your mom found it in some of your stuff and faxed it to me. It’s not quite the same as your drawing but its pretty close. The builder had to modify a few things. You want to go take a look?”

“Do I? I can’t believe you did this.” Ian said, hugging Michael tightly staring at the structure.

“Papa, are you really surprised?” Chloe asked, tugging on his shirt.

“Chloe, I’m beyond surprised. I’m completely gobsmacked. Shall we go take a look?”

Ian took Chloe’s hand and pulled Michael along with him. He turned in surprise as Grant and Pieter followed behind then noticed that Pieter was no longer wearing a cast.

“You didn’t break your leg?”

“No my friend I did not. This was all part of the ‘distract Ian’ plan of Michael’s. Did you buy it?”

“I really did. Michael, you really went all out for this didn’t you?”

“Yep. Merry Annibirthery. Let’s go into the pool and start there.”

Ian nodded, still so surprised at seeing his childhood dream turn into a reality right in his own backyard. The pool house was nice, with a new shower, separate powder room and changing area but Ian was more interested in where the spiral stairs led and only nodded when Michael mentioned that the screens could be replaced with glass when the weather changed.

He followed Chloe up the stairs and out the door, staring ahead as they walked across the fifty foot span of bridge leading to the wide covered deck that wrapped around the middle section of structure.

“Is this the only way in?” Ian asked.

“Nope, there are a couple of entries and exits. Sorry but we didn’t add the sneaky door from our room.”

Ian laughed and shook his head as he walked around the deck. “Oh, god. I remember that. I still can’t believe you did this.”

“Papa, come inside.” Chloe said, opening the door.

Ian walked over then stopped at the entry. The tree’s truck dominated the oddly shaped room that was mostly empty except for a large platform on one side and a built in desk with a round window above it surrounded by cubby holes. There were other intriguing built in nooks and niches that would have once held his Lego collection if he remembered correctly.

“There is no air conditioning but it has a heating system and electricity so you can use it pretty much year round.”

Ian nodded in a distracted manner, heading for the wall next to the desk as he remembered one of the things he’d wanted in his fort. He felt around the built in bookshelves and found the catch right where he’d drawn it and smiled widely when shelves sprang open. “My secret door!”

“Yep. You found the stairs. Want to go up or down?”

“Let’s go up first. That was the pirate lookout if I recall.” Ian opened the door and started up the stairs, running his hand along the enclosed walls that had windows set in odd places.

The stairway ended at a hatch in the ceiling and Chloe pointed out the crank that opened the hatch via a rope and winch. He emerged in a smaller screened in room, only ten by ten that had a panoramic view of the surrounding countryside.

Michael only popped his head out of the hatch. “Sorry for the screening but the builder guys said if we left it open, we’d have squirrels or birds nesting in here.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. This is perfect. How far up are we?”

“Forty feet from our yard but sixty feet from the ground on this side. Needless to say, Grant won’t be visiting you up here.”

“This is fantastic. I can’t believe they did all this in two weeks.”

“They built most of it offsite and put it together here. Ready to see the other level?”

“Yes!”

Michael disappeared and Chloe went down after him, leaving Ian to follow as he made sure to close the hatch again.

“That takes a bit of muscle, doesn’t it?” Ian commented as released the winch.

“So Chloe can’t open it by herself. It’s safe up there but she doesn’t need to use it without supervision. By the way, the lower level is for Chloe so I hope you don’t mind sharing.”

“Of course not. God, Michael this is – there are no words.” Ian said as he hugged Michael tightly.

“You’re welcome, now hurry up before Chloe comes looking for us.”

Ian bounced down the stairs and opened a door that led into another large oddly shaped room with loft bed on one end and plenty of open floor space. The room was fronted with another large balcony in a half moon shape with stairs the whole length leading to the ground six feet below.

“Papa, did Daddy show you the phone?”

“He did not. Maybe he was waiting for you to show me.”

“Okay!” Chloe said, running towards the stairs to the second level.

“Ian, come over here.” Pieter gestured, taking a cap like thing off the wall to reveal a tube. “Chloe, can you hear us?”

“I can, I can!” Chloe said her voice emanating through the tube. “Oom Pieter helped me test it.”

“That was really nice of him.” Ian said, through the tube. “Now come back downstairs, dearling.”

He turned and looked around as Chloe clambered down the stairs in her usual noisy fashion. “I can’t believe you got this done so quickly. Michael, how much-?”

“Uh uh. I’m not going to tell you but this is your anniversary, birthday and Christmas present this year so it was worth it. I have to say that it looks even better than the pictures Grant and Pieter have been sending.”

“Is that why you kept checking your email last week?”

“Yep. Now there are still some things that need to be done. Furniture and the like but there’s a coffee pot, fridge and microwave upstairs in a hidden cubby and it’ll be wired for cable both TV and computer next week. I figure that you can have some fun decorating too.”

“I certainly will! I can’t believe you did this and that you were all in on it. Chloe, you are so good at keeping secrets!”

“Thank you, Papa. Now can I go play on my swing?”

“Of course, why don’t you go show me where they are?” Ian said, taking her hand and heading down the stairs.

Grant slung his arm around Michael’s shoulder as Ian left. “You’ve done good, young Jedi. I’ve never seen Ian so surprised and he’s just tickled pink, isn’t he?”

“He really is. Thanks for all your help with this, guys.”

“It was our pleasure. Now let’s get back to the house and get some dinner. I’m starving.” Pieter said taking Michael’s other hand. “Of course, you know you’ll have to pry Ian out of here with a crowbar later.”

&&

September 4, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

Michael finished folding the last of the laundry from their trip and wondered for a moment where it all came from. He’d done at least a load every day in Paris and here he was doing laundry again. Of course he was married to a clothes horse and seemed to be raising another one because all this laundry belonged to Ian and Chloe but still. Would it kill them to not change clothes at the drop of a hat?

“Michael?” Ian yelled from the front hall. “Where are you?”

“Upstairs!” Michael yelled back, picking up the laundry basket to take it into Chloe’s room.

Ian found him in the hall and gave him a quick kiss, taking the basket away from him and setting in on the floor. “Where’s the sprout?”

“Out with Grant and Pieter. How did your appointment go?”

“Dr. Peterson says my little swimmers are fast, very plentiful and ready for action. When are our daughter and her entourage supposed to return?” Ian asked as he slid his arms around Michael and started walking them towards the master bedroom.

“A couple of hours and that’s good news. So you’re pumped and ready to go?”

“I’ll be all set for January but in the meantime, I’m supposed to practice my ejaculation technique.”

“Ew. The doctor actually said that?”

“Yes he did. Don’t you find it weird that a fertility specialist would be named Dr. Peterson? Peter? Get it?”

“I guess. Um. You’re licking-”

“Your ear. Yes I know. I have to practice after all and you get to help. Do you want me to undress you or shall we meet in the middle?”

“It’s quicker if we undress ourselves but we’re not getting on the bed until all the laundry is put away.”

“Get naked; I’ll take care of it.” Ian said, scooping up his underwear and going to the dresser. “You used a new fabric softener, very nice.”

“Oh Ian, you’re such a sweet talker.” Michael commented as he removed his shirt and sweats.

“Don’t be sassy until we’re both in bed.”

Michael pulled the comforter down and jumped on the bed. “We’re never going to get there if you don’t hurry up.”

“Hello? I’m being domestic here. Admire it while it lasts.” Ian retorted as he headed for the closet with his hanging clothes.

“You’re plenty domestic; you wash a mean dish.”

“Thank you for your faint praise. No mention of my fantastic lasagna, my dazzling way with a dust rag, the dashing manner with which I handle a rake?”

“The lasagna is good but you need to make it more often, you bribe Chloe to do the dusting and you bitch every second you have a rake in your hand. Clothes off now, please?”

Pulling his shirt over his head without bothering to unbutton it, Ian frowned. “I don’t bribe her, I offer a financial incentive.”

“That’s a bribe no matter what you want to call it.” Michael said, running a hand over his abdomen. “I’m going to start without you if you don’t hurry up.”

“It’s like an allowance.” Ian muttered, struggling with the button on his jeans. “Hey, don’t touch that. I have uses for it.”

Michael stroked his penis with his right hand and licked his lips. “Hey I may finish without you too.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Finally getting his jeans off, Ian flung them across the room and off went his boxer briefs. Ian sprang onto the bed and gathered Michael into his arms. “You, Mr. Phelps, are a cock tease. Literally.”

“It’s not teasing if I intend to follow through. Um. You smell good. Is that new cologne?” Michael asked before gnawing a bit on Ian’s shoulder.

“New shampoo. And you’re trying to distract me.” Ian put his hand on Michael’s right wrist and pulled Michael’s hand up. “And I told you not to touch that.”

“Oh, like you can stop me.”

They had a brief tussle, with Michael trying to get his hand back down and Ian trying to keep it up ending up with Ian straddling Michael’s waist and both of Michael’s hands pinned under his knees.

“Ha. Got you now.”

“Okay, so what are you going to do with me?”

Ian looked down and realized he wasn’t really in a position to do what he wanted and from Michael’s smirk; his spouse had realized it too. “Well hell.”

“Hee! Would it make you feel better if I promise to behave?”

“What if I’m not in the mood anymore?” Ian asked, leaning back a bit to free Michael’s hands.

“Oh, you’re still interested if this is any indication.” Michael said, petting Ian’s cock and sitting up. “And now we’re even close to your favorite position. What to do you say?”

“Ooh? We haven’t done that in a long time.” Ian said, clearly more than in a little interested.

“Because you’re so noisy. Grab the lube, baby.”

Ian stretched over to the nightstand eagerly and pulled out a tube that was nearly empty. He frowned and searched a bit more, finding two more nearly empty tubes. “Uh oh.”

Michael made a long arm and reached into his nightstand. “Ah ha! Oh, wait. This is antibiotic. God, please don’t tell me we needed lube and forgot to buy some.”

Ian jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, returning in triumph with an almost full tube of lube. “It was in our travel bag.” Ian said as he climbed back onto the bed and onto Michael’s lap. “Do me.”

Michael took the lube and spread a bit of goo on his fingers, giving Ian a fond look. “Bossy man.”

“Oh, I’m bossy?” Ian asked as he leaned forward. “You’re the one who-oh!”

Grinning, Michael smacked a kiss on Ian’s lips. “Thought would shut you up.”

Ian returned the kiss with a nip to Michael’s bottom lip. “How long have you known me?”

“Longer than either one of us wants to think about at the moment, I’m sure.” Michael stroked a finger around Ian’s anus and dipped it inside, his other hand rubbing up and down Ian’s back.

“And since when has-oh. Yes. More. Another finger. Oh.” Ian said, rising up in to his knees and flexing his hips up.

“Easy baby. Hang on a sec.” Michael eased two fingers in and nibbled along Ian’s neck.

Moaning, Ian pushed back on those fingers, gasping when one brushed his prostate. “Michael love. You.”

“Ssh. I know.” Michael said, sitting up and tilting Ian up with him, his fingers going even deeper and making Ian yelp in surprise.

“Oi! Warn a man before you do that.”

“Oops?” Michael grinned, unrepentant as he removed his fingers and after wiping them on the sheet, he patted his lap. “Come on and take a ride.”

Ian enthusiastically slid up and after helping arrange the pillows, wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist and getting comfortable after rubbing his balls all over Michael’s penis. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, you slut. Was that necessary?” Michael asked through gritted teeth.

“After that comment about my domestic abilities? Of course it was. Now fuck me.” Ian demanded.

Michael employed some muscle power and lifted Ian by his bottom, Ian reaching below to steady Michael’s penis. It took teamwork but that’s one of the things they were good at and Ian was soon purring at the feeling of being filled so deeply.

“Good?”

“Oh yes.” Ian sighed, his face in Michael’s neck and moving his hips just a little bit.

“Want me to move anytime soon?”

“Um? No, not just yet unless you want to. This is nice just like this for a minute.”

“I agree.” Michael ran his hands over Ian’s broad back, pausing to massage a few places. “I never did get around to giving you a back rub the other day. How’s your arm?”

“It’s fine. Did I mention how much I love my tree palace?” Ian asked as he trailed little kisses along Michael’s neck.

“I believe you did. It’s a palace?”

“It’s much better than a mere tree house. You still won’t tell me-”

“And that’s my cue.” Michael said cutting Ian off by dropping his hands down to Ian’s ass, holding Ian steady as he pushed up with his hips.

“Gah! Mic- no fair.” Ian gasped, his hands reaching for Michael’s shoulders as they started rocking. “Oh. Sneaky. Ah. Tricky. God. God!”

Michael squeezed his eyes, trying to hold on while Ian’s thrashed and grinded down on him. Ian arched his back and fell against Michael’s thighs, his own legs unwrapping from Michael’s waist and bracing on the mattress to give him more leverage.

“Ian, aw. No. Don’t. Gonna!” Michael started to stroke Ian’s cock, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. That caused Ian to spring back up and wrap himself around Michael again.

The motion alone was enough to get Ian to the edge, Michael’s hand pushing him the rest of the way off the precipice with Michael following behind him. Ian didn’t pass out this time but it was a close thing as he rolled off of Michael and stretched himself out on the bed, his head near Michael’s feet.

A few minutes later, Michael roused himself to tilt his head up and look down. “Are you kissing my ankles?”

“Um hum. Any objections?”

“No, not really. Just making sure it wasn’t the cat.”

Ian got a look similar to the one the cat made when Chloe tried to dress it in an Uncle Sam costume, making Michael chuckle.

“What?” Ian asked.

“You. You look like the cat- aaaah! No.” Michael saw Ian’s hands coming towards him and jumped off to the other side of the bed. “No tickling.”

Ian advanced across the bed, with his arms outstretched. “But I just want a kiss.”

Michael backed away, heading for the door. “Nope, I’ve fallen for that one before. Don’t come any closer.”

Ian jumped off and Michael took off, out the door and down the stairs with Ian hot on his heels. Michael managed to avoid Ian by taking a right into the living room and through Ian’s study only to have Ian cut him off at the pass in the sunroom.

Michael backed away heading for the family room and trying to make it to the kitchen so he could go round through the dining room. Ian had other ideas and tackled him into the long sofa, landing right on top of Michael and knocking the breath out of him.

“Oof! Ian! God, let me up let me up let me up-”

Ian shut Michael up in the best way possible, with his mouth and inserted a leg between Michael’s to rub their groins together for good measure. Michael’s struggles to get Ian off of him quickly turned into an effort to get as close to him as possible.

“Didn’t we just do this upstairs?” Michael managed to puff out as the tension began to spiral up inside him.

“Uh and your point?” Ian gasped back, his hand sliding up to tweak Michael’s nipple.

“Po-poi oh fuck!”

After lesser but just as satisfying orgasms, they rested for a few minutes fully intending to head upstairs but that plan went into the crapper when the back door slammed open and Chloe’s voice yelled out.

“Daddy! Papa! Where are you?”

“Oh shit!” Ian said, starting to get up but instead, pulled down one of the throws on the back of the sofa and covered as much of them as possible.

“There you are! Look at what Oom Pieter and Uncle Grant got me!” Chloe said running into the room holding a small set of skis. “Oom Pieter is going to take me skiing as soon as there is snow. Aren’t you Oomie?”

Pieter and Grant who had both followed Chloe into the room and had quickly acquired smirks, sat down on the other sofa.

“I certainly will. Every little girl should know how to ski and the clothes are so attractive too. Michael, don’t you think so?”

A very rosy skinned Michael nodded and tried to hide under Ian who was busy trying to hide under Michael.

“Daddy, were you and Papa taking a nap?”

“Something like that, sweetie. Why don’t you take your new things upstairs and we’ll come right up and check everything out?”

Chloe gave them both a look and trotted off while Ian buried his face in Michael’s shoulder.

“Well, we’re never having sex again. Ever.” Ian said.

“I would hope not. I for one am quite traumatized.” Pieter commented. “You didn’t make a mess on the sofa did you?”

“No and shut up Pieter.” Michael mumbled.

“I don’t care what you guys do but I’m not going to be the one who explains sex to Chloe.” Grant announced.

“Well your fears are groundless. Chloe already knows where babies come from. Would one of you mind getting us the other blanket?” Ian asked.

Grant reached over and got the other blanket, tossing it to them. “I hope you wash these.”

“Oh ha ha. Yes, I’ll wash them. Ian, babe, will you get up please? Your knee is in my kidney.”

“Oh, sorry love.” Ian inched back and stood up, not caring if Grant or Pieter saw him because they’d both seen it all before.

Grant responded by slapping his hands of Pieter’s eyes. “You don’t need to see this.”

Pieter struggled against Grant’s hands, trying to peel them away. “Grant, what are you doing?”

Michael shot to his feet, wrapped the blanket around his waist and ran upstairs leaving Ian to fend for himself.

“Ouch! Pieter, you bit me!”

“You deserved it. Hey, where did Michael go?”

“Upstairs. I’d better go and make sure he’s okay.” Ian said, gathering his blanket around him.

Grant stood up and hauled Pieter to his feet. “Must be traumatic when your kid walks in on you like that although I walked in on my folks once but then I was twenty.”

“That never happened to me. My parents stopped having sex after I was born.” Pieter said.

Ian stopped on his way out. “Then how do you explain Robert and Veronique?”

“They were adopted. My parents never said so but that’s the only possible way.”

September 10, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

“Hi Mr. Phelps, Mr. Thorpe. Nina’s ready for you now.” The young woman said, waiting for them to stand and leading them through the reception area and down a different hallway then the one they’d seen before.

Nina was indeed waiting for them in her office with a thick stack of paperwork. She stood when they came in and shook their hands. “Happy belated anniversary, guys.”

“Thanks Nina.” Michael said, taking a seat on the couch in the corner.

Ian sat down next to him, fussing with his pants nervously until Michael put his hand out. Ian took it gratefully and settled back.

“Well, we’ll be making the petition for adoption on Monday since you guys meet all the legal requirements. You’ve been married over a year and Chloe has lived with you for over six months. With Michael being her sole surviving parent, I expect that we’ll have an adoption decree in thirty days.”

Startled, Ian blinked. “Just like that?”

“Yes, just like that.” Nina assured him.

“But what about a home visit or background checks or-.”

“It’s different with a second parent adoption. All we need is the consent of the minor child’s parents which is Michael in the case. Pennsylvania doesn’t recognize your marriage per se but they do recognize a domestic partnership. A second parent adoption entitles you to the same rights as any adoptive stepparent but they don’t call it that.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it’s that easy. Thirty days?” Ian asked.

“Yes. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“What? Oh he-heck no. I’m just surprised that there won’t be a hearing or-”

“Wait. There will be a hearing, it’s a formality and takes ten minutes but you do have to be there. How does October thirteenth sound?” Nina asked consulting her date book. “There’s a family court session all day and they usually do adoption decrees in the afternoon.”

Michael smiled and turned to Ian. “I can be free that day, what about you?”

&&

In the car on the way home, Ian couldn’t help smiling like a loon. “You know how you said the tree palace was my anniversary, birthday and Christmas present and I told you I couldn’t get a better present? I was so wrong.”

“Are you happy baby?”

“Yes I am. I was sort of dreading my birthday but not anymore. Turning thirty is going to be a lot more fun than I thought.”

“Hm. We should have a party.”

“A party?” Ian asked warily.

“Yep. Because we’ll have to tell Chloe about the adoption and we could go out for dinner afterwards to celebrate with Grant and Pieter.”

“Oh. That kind of party. I thought you were talking about a party with a bunch of people jumping out at me.”

“I would never throw a surprise party for you. You’ve made your feelings about them very clear.”

“No matter how much you love to surprise me?”

“That’s different. That’s me surprising you. Add a whole bunch of people and that just delays the sexual rewards; in the case of a surprise party I figure you’d delay said rewards about four months.”

“It’s all about the sex for you, isn’t it?”

“And food. Sex and food. I’m a simple man with simple needs.”

Ian waited for them to stop at a traffic light, unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to lay a long sloppy kiss on Michael. He reseated himself and was buckled in before the light changed.

“What was that for?” Michael asked, looking a bit dazed.

“For being you.”
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The Sweet Life