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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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November 23, 2011 Philadelphia, PA

“What did you think of Emily?”

“She’s very young.”

“How about Shane?”

“Too interested in checking you out.”

“Regina?”

“She doesn’t want to travel.”

“Charlene?”

“No experience.”

“Wendy?”

“Chloe thought she smelled funny.”

“Diane?”

“Too complimentary.”

“Hold on. What does that mean?”

“She went on and on about how nice the house was. It was like she was casing the joint.”

Michael looked long and hard at Ian before flipping to the next applicant. “Kendra?”

“No driver’s license.”

“Dave?”

“He had dirty fingernails.”

“Gail.”

“Oh. I liked Gail.”

“Trisha? Wait. You liked Gail?”

“Yes. She’s older but not old enough to want to mother us. She had excellent references, previously worked for a family that had triplets, all of her certifications were up to date, she’s bilingual and Chloe liked her.”

“And she lived in Australia for sixteen years.”

“That too. Didn’t you like her?”

“I did and she got big scores from everyone although I still think having us all sit in on the interviews was a bit intimidating.”

“Whoever we hire is going to have to interact with everyone in the house so it’s only fair that everyone be involved. Shall we call Gail back for the second interview?”

“We’re doing a two tier interview process?”

“Yes because I want to see how someone handles the boys and vice versa.”

“Maybe this will go faster if you just give me your list.”

“Gail’s the only one I liked but I don’t want to offer her the job without seeing her with the boys.”

&&
December 16, 2011 Philadelphia, PA

“Ian, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, Gail.” Ian managed to croak out.

“I brought you more tissue, more water and your next round of medication.”

“Thank you.” Ian let her help him up to take the antibiotic and immediately had to blow his nose.

Gail emptied the trash can and replaced the bag after fluffing his pillows a bit. “Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. How are the boys?”

“They did fine with their bottles and that was Jamey you heard complaining about bath time.”

“Sorry to dump all the work on you.”

“It’s my job and with Ken feeling better, Margaret’s been helping.”

“Oh. Good.” Ian said faintly as his eyes started to close.

The next time he opened his eyes, the sun was going down and he felt a little better. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom and knew Michael was home. Ian cautiously got up and shuffled to the toilet, the sound of the water putting a little urgency in his step. He didn’t flush but wasn’t surprised when Michael spotted him.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Are you up to a shower or would you rather have a bath?”

“A shower. I feel so grungy and I smell icky.” Ian said, closing the toilet seat and sitting down.

“Your wish is my command.” Michael rinsed quickly and got out to help Ian take his clothes off. “And you smell because you’re sweating out the infection.”

“I don’t care; it’ll just be nice to be clean.”

Michael got Ian under the water and gave him a gentle but thorough scrubbing before helping him out again and getting him dried off. “Are you okay to sit in here for a minute so I can get some fresh clothes for you?”

“Yes and thank you.”

Michael came back a minute later and Ian felt much better after he was redressed and got his teeth brushed. Michael helped him into the chair by the window and changed the sheets and pillow cases on the bed before remaking it. He arranged the pillows so Ian could sit up in bed comfortably and helped Ian get settled.

“How’s that?”

“Oh. I’m clean. It feels terrific.”

“Good. I have your next round of pills and how about some soup? I stopped at Osaka and got hot and sour soup but there’s also chicken and rice soup from Whole Foods. If you feel up to it, we’re having beef and asparagus stir fry for dinner.”

“With the buckwheat noodles?”

“Yep. I’m glad you’re feeling well enough to even think about food; you haven’t really eaten much the last couple of days.”

“I do feel a little hungry. Maybe just some soup, hot and sour please.”

“Right away, baby.”

Michael reappeared a few minutes later with a small thermos of soup, an even smaller bowl of stir fry and a large water bottle on the bed tray. “Here you go and you don’t have to eat the stir fry, I just figured you might want to try a little.”

“Thank you. How are the children?”

“Chloe’s feeling better; she went back to school yesterday. The boys had some sniffles but nothing like the sinus infections you and Ken got.”

“How is Dad?”

“He’s good. Pieter threatened to haul him to the hospital if he didn’t stay in bed but your mom laid down the law. She’s going to let him loose tomorrow if he sleeps well tonight.”

“Let him loose? Mum tied him to the bed?”

“Figuratively speaking. How’s the soup?”

“Spicy and really good. It’s opening up my nose a bit.” Ian said as he took another spoonful. “What day is it?”

“Friday the sixteenth.”

“Oh. I’ve been sick all week?”

“Pretty much.”

“And you had finals this week. Did you even get a chance to study with taking care of everyone?”

“I only had one exam on Monday besides Gail was here and she did most of the work.”

“Okay, I’ll admit it was a good idea to get a nanny but now we’re going to have to give her a raise.” Ian tried a bit of the stir fry and found it very tasty.

“I already told her she could have an extra week off with pay after third week of February for being such a trooper and she was very happy. Do you want more stir fry?”

“It’s really good but I’d better not push it.”

“Good enough. Are you up for a surprise?”

“What kind of surprise?” Ian asked warily.

“You’ll see.” Michael said with a grin as he picked up the tray and walked out the door. He stuck his head back in a few minutes later. “You ready?”

“Bring it on.”

Michael nudged the door with his shoulder and carefully carried in Liam and Harry. “You have visitors.” He deposited them in the middle of the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Ian smiled at the sight of his sons who seemed to be looking around curiously and then smiled even wider when Michael came back with Robbie and Chloe came in holding Jamey.

“I hope you’re up to a little family bonding session.”

“Am I? Chloe, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, Papa. How are you feeling?”

“Much better now that we’re all together.” Ian said, already reaching out to cuddle one of the boys.

&&

December 24, 2011 Philadelphia, PA

“Okay ladies, I think we need to be heading back now.”

“Aw, can’t we stay just a few more minutes?” Caitlyn asked.

“Not this time. Its four thirty and I promised all your parents that you’d all be back by five.”

The girls groused a bit as they took off their skates and got their jackets but they were already planning their next adventure to the mall as Ian loaded them into the car. The first time he drove Chloe and her friends somewhere, he’d amused that he seemed to disappear to them the minute he got behind the wheel and at how freely the girls spoke. Tonight was no exception and he was soon caught up on all the fourth grade news including the excitement of field hockey try outs scheduled for March.

“Papa, can I ask you a question?” Chloe asked once they were alone.

“Sure.”

“Can I have a birthday party? Not a sleepover, just a party?”

“With cake and balloons and the like? I don’t see why not. We’ll have to do it on Saturday after your actual birthday.”

“Can we have a pool party at the Y? The one with the slides?”

“How many girls are we talking about?”

“Eight or nine.”

“I don’t see a problem with that but we’ll have to see what Daddy thinks.”

“Okay. Can I enter a swim meet?”

“What meet?”

“Any meet.”

“Why?”

“Because Tante Inge asked me if I was going to meets yet.”

“Tante Inge?”

“Uh huh. The pretty lady who swam with Oom Pieter. She said she used to swim.”

“Oh, she did more than swim. She was in four Olympics.”

“Like Daddy.”

“Yes.”

“So can I enter a swim meet?”

“That’s another thing I need to talk to Daddy about. How about I let you know after Christmas?”

“Okay. You won’t forget?”

“I certainly won’t.”

&&

December 31, 2011 Philadelphia, PA

“The tree looks beautiful this year.”

“You say that every year.”

“Because it’s always true. The fire is nice too, very toasty.” Ian said as he stretched his toes out towards the flames. They’d set up the Aerobed on the living room floor in front of the fireplace and near the Christmas tree and piled it with pillows and blankets. A bottle of sparkling wine, cheese and other snacks were nearby but for now, they were too comfy to bother with eating or drinking just yet.

“This was a very good idea.” Michael said quietly.

“Even if we didn’t go out for dinner?”

“We normally don’t and with all that snow out there, we wouldn’t have gone anyway.”

“It’s a good thing Pieter, Grant and Chloe left on Thursday or they might have gotten stuck on the road. Hopefully the weather will be clear enough on Monday for their drive back.”

“She sounded like she was having a blast.”

“Yes she did and it was sweet of Pieter and Grant to take her skiing. I think it’s the Christmas present she liked the best.”

“She liked all her presents.”

“She and her posse were talking about boys the other day.”

“Boys? She’s only nine!”

“And Bob asked if she was going to compete.”

“What? When?”

“In Rome.”

“And you’re just telling me now?” Michael asked.

“Well, what would you have done about it back then?”

Michael bit his lip. “Nothing. What did you tell him?”

“That I figured you would think about it after New York. She wants to enter a swim meet too like Tante Inge.”

“Tante Inge? Inge de Bruijn?”

“Yes. She was covering the meet for Dutch TV.”

“Oh. Um, what did you tell her?”

“That we’d talk about it like we’re going to talk about her birthday party; she wants one of those too.”

“The birthday party is easy. Yes, within reason and no boys.”

“And the swimming?”

Sighing, he rested his head on Ian’s shoulder. “I don’t want people thinking I made her swim.”

“She loves swimming and she is really good. You would be doing her a disservice if you didn’t let her try if she wants to.”

“I haven’t even researched any of the swim clubs here.”

“I have. Hatboro YMCA has a good program and its twelve miles away. Ambler is closer but Bob knows one of the coaches at Hatboro, Nancy somebody; I wrote down her name somewhere. They have a couple of openings for her age group too.”

“When did you find the time for that?”

“I called Bob and he’s very upset with you.”

“About not researching a swim club for Chloe?”

“No. The boys are almost three months old and you haven’t sent him pictures yet.”

“I thought you did.”

“I did but it’s not the same thing as getting them from you. Don’t you care about Bob’s feelings?”

“I care- wait. You’re yanking my chain but I’ll email him tomorrow.”

“That’s not all I want to yank,” Ian purred suggestively in Michael’s ear as his hand wandered down Michael’s chest.

“Oh? Oh! Really?”

“Yes really. How long has it been since we had time for more than a quick wank in the shower?”

“I don’t know. In fact, who are you again?”

“Very funny.” Ian said as he eased on top of Michael and made himself comfortable. “Don’t you want to?”

“But what if your mom and dad come home?” Michael whispered.

“They’re in England and won’t be home for two weeks. Ow!” Ian rubbed his bottom where Michael’s hand had connected. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I was trying to role play and you went and ruined it.”

“Since when do we need to role play?” Ian asked as he licked Michael’s ear lobe.

“Ooh. Um. Ian? We –oh. Uh. We’d better hurry.” Michael said, already turned on.

Clothes were quickly dispatched, the lube Ian had thoughtfully tucked in the pillow case was found and Michael was soon holding his breath as Ian’s fingers breached his anus.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm uh. Oh that feels so good. God, Ian. Stop messing around.”

“I’m not. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Come on.”

“And you have nerve calling me bossy.” Ian said conversationally as he wiped his fingers a napkin and picked up a condom.

Michael took it from him but instead of opening it, he set it aside. “I want to feel you tonight. It’s still early so I can take a shower later.”

“Oh. Okay. How do you want to do this?”

“You on top of me. Just don’t go too hard or we’ll break the mattress.”

Ian grinned and slid back in between Michael’s legs. “You think? I wonder-?”

“Don’t even think it. It would probably wake up the boys.”

“True but it’s something to work on later.” Ian reached down and guided himself into Michael slowly.

Michael moaned a little and wrapped his legs around Ian’s waist. “You feel so good. Now hurry up before my husband comes home.”

Ian paused and looked down at the grin on Michael’s lips and couldn’t resist kissing him. That led to more kissing and moving and groaning and whispers and a bit of laughter when a lick went astray and someone ended up with a wet nose and more moaning and a moment when they were sure they’d popped the mattress but it had only moved a couple of feet so they frolicked on anyway.

Ian sat up twenty minutes later and after using some of the baby wipes nearby, opened the wine and poured them both a glass then set the plate of snacks on the bed before getting up and checking on the boys.

“All asleep?”

“Liam’s awake but he’s just looking around.” Ian said, staring down at the boys. Liam and Robbie were sharing one travel cot, Jamey and Harry in the other.

“Bring them over if it won’t wake the other three up.”

“Okay.”

Soon they were sitting cross legged on the bed with the boys in their cots beside them. Liam was still awake but had discovered his fingers and was happily chewing away.

“It’s amazing how different they are.” Ian said a note of wonder in his voice.

“I think it’s funny that Jamey and Robbie can’t share a crib without getting fussy with each other.”

“It was funny once we figured out why Robbie started crying every time I put him down. I think Jamey still resents being smushed by Robbie all those months. I just hope Jamey doesn’t kick Robbie for the rest of their lives.”

“Well Robbie did start kicking back and they’ll learn eventually. How long before their next feeding?”

“We have another hour. You know, the book said babies don’t discover their hands and feet until the third month.”

“True but Liam’s got six other hands and feet around and that’s Robbie’s hand.” Michael pointed out.

“Ah. So it is. This is nice.”

“What, just hanging out with the kids?”

“Yes. I wish Chloe was here but I can’t have everything I suppose.”

“Nope but we have plenty to be grateful for. How about some brie?”

“Yes please and you’re right, we do have a lot to be grateful for. We have happy healthy babies, a wonderful daughter, great parents and very awesome friends.”

“And we have each other.”

“Very true. Happy New Year, love.”

“Happy New Year to you too even if it’s only nine.”

“Well we’re old married folks with five kids; there’s no way we’re going to be awake at midnight.”

&&

January 2, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Michael asked doubtfully.

“Yes, we need groceries and we really can’t ask Grant and Pieter to stop and get them on the way home. Now that we have our Maximom carriers, I don’t have to worry about people wanting to hold them. Besides, I can’t keep them at home their whole lives.”

“Okay. Should we put the vests on before we leave?”

“Good idea.”

&&

They’d gotten a bit of practice getting the boys in and out of the SUV so it only took a couple of minutes to hook the carriers up with two babies apiece and get into the store, being careful to protect the babies from the cold.

Ian snagged a shopping cart and pulled out his list with a little difficulty from the diaper bag until Michael took it off him and hung it on the cart.

“What do we need?”

“The usual stuff. Let’s just do one cart though so one of us has his hand free.”

“Okay.”

They’d made good progress going through the produce, dairy and bakery sections before running into Kevin and Cheryl Morrissey with their baby at the meat counter.

“Hey guys. How’s it going?” Michael asked, noting the look Cheryl gave him that Kevin didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, hi Mike. Hi Ian. Wow, you guys have your hands full.”

“Yes we do. Cheryl, it’s good to see you again. This is my husband, Ian. Ian, this is Cheryl Morrissey and that must be Morgan. Gosh, she’s adorable.”

Cheryl nodded shortly at Ian, ignoring his hand and snatched her baby out of the carrier. “Morgan needs her diaper changed.” She marched off towards the restroom without another word leaving Kevin standing with his mouth hanging open.

“God. Why does she do that? I’m really sorry. Cheryl’s not normally that rude.”

“It’s okay but she’s always that rude to me. Is she still upset about stuff that happened when we were kids?”

“I have no idea. She leaves the room every time I mention your name.” Kevin said as the counter clerk handed over their order. “That’s why I haven’t called you.”

“No problem. Hey, we’re having our open house next weekend so if you can convince Cheryl we aren’t so bad; please stop by any time between eleven and five.”

“I’ll try and if she’s still being rude, I’ll come anyway.”

“Great. We’re behind Chestnut Hill Hospital on Norwood, the big red and brown Victorian.”

“I’ll try. I’d better go see how she’s doing. Nice seeing you again, Ian.”

They finished their shopping and loaded the boys in the car when Ian finally said what was on his mind. “How could you invite her?”

“I did it to be polite knowing that she probably isn’t going to come. He probably won’t either but I made the effort. He was one of the few friends I had from high school that didn’t freak when I came out.”

“Ah. Well if she does show up, can I kick her ass?”

Michael snorted as he started the car. “Ian, we both know that’ll never happen. You’ll be excruciatingly polite as you always are with people you can’t stand. Want to push our luck and stop at BJ’s to get diapers?”

“All right. We need baby wipes, formula and maybe we could look at getting two more baby blankets. That way we’d have two for each.”

“What we really need is another washer and dryer. We were running Boris and Natasha every day before the quads came and now there are twelve people in the house.”

“You named the washer and dryer?”

“I know you named the stove Ian so don’t laugh.”

“I didn’t name it Ian, I named it Phillipe.”

“See? I figure we could move the set we have downstairs to the basement in the store room. There’s a water line down there so it would work and Pieter and Grant wouldn’t have to haul their laundry upstairs anymore. Then we could get two washers and dryers that stacked. Bosch has a nice pair that has a pull out tray and they should fit.

“How did we go from getting a second set to getting two sets?”

“We’re only getting one set. Grant mentioned they were thinking of getting a washer and dryer for themselves so we could probably work a deal.”

“Ah. Okay but we’re getting them delivered and professionally installed before Dad comes back or he’ll want to do it himself. Do you think I should talk to him about seeing a doctor? His knees have really been bothering him since he was sick and I know Mum’s worried.”

“I’ll ask around for a recommendation.” Michael said as he parked. “Let’s use the stroller here since the aisles are wider and remind me to fill up the car on the way out.”

“Yes dear.”

&&

“Twelve packs or should we go for more?”

“Get three newborn and sixteen of the small size. They’re all over ten pounds now and Jamey’s over eleven.”

Michael reached up and pulled down a case of small sized and then three packs of newborn and loaded them on the flat bed cart. He stopped as he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, Ian. Look at this.”

Ian pushed the stroller over and checked out the box. “Shower Baby?”

“Yeah, it’s also a changing table. You use the sprayer and stuff washes into the toilet instead of using wipes.”

Ian crouched down and read the side of the box. “It’s supposed to just screw into the sink faucet and installs in minutes.”

“Want to give it a try?”

“Should we get three? Downstairs, their bath and our bath.”

“We could try one out downstairs and bring the other two back if we don’t like them.”

“Okay.” Ian nodded then checked the baby wipe section. “They’re out of the unscented wipes we like.”

“Want to try the Huggies unscented?”

“We could but only get one pack. We’ve got a pack and a half at home and we can come back later or find them somewhere else. Onward to formula; we need three cases of the ready to feed and one case of the powdered.”

“Yes dear.”

&&

“Hi guys. Did you have a good time while you were out?”

“We did. How was your weekend Gail?”

“It was good to see my family but my sisters drive me crazy.” Gail said as she helped Ian unhook Harry. “Greta only has one baby and you’d think she was the only person to ever give birth, the way she carries on.”

They settled the boys in two play yards under Gail’s watchful eyes then unloaded the car, putting away the groceries and other things. Ian made up eight more bottles since it was almost lunch time while Michael put together some sandwiches for them. As they ate in the family room, they watched the video that came with the Baby Shower.

“It looks really simple to put together and use. What do you think Gail?” Michael asked.

“I’ve seen it advertised but I’ve never seen one up close. It would make changing easier I suppose and I know you both hate the current bath set up.”

“Let’s put it together after we get the boys fed and see if it works.”

Forty minutes later, Michael hooked up the hose to the faucet and lowered the changer/bath section watching as the disposal pipe came out and aimed at the toilet. “That was easy and it seems really sturdy. How do we clean out the pipe?”

“The manual says we won’t have to. It’s made of super slippery material.” Ian read as he lounged in the doorway.

“Guys, you have a customer.” Gail said, holding Jamey. “And I think it was a real stinker too.”

Michael made a face because Jamey was indeed capable of loading up a diaper with the foulest poo imaginable. “Well there’s no better test case than him. Hand him over.”

Gail crowded in next to Ian to watch Michael lay Jamey down and strap him in, adjust the water and remove his tiny pants and diaper.

“Ian, flip on the fan and call the Hazardous Waste squad. He really did lay a stinker.” Michael said as his eyes watered up. The sprayer seemed to be handling the job though and Jamey made noises and kicked his feet as the warm water washed him off.

“Good god. Gail, is that normal?” Ian said, his nose wrinkling.

“Yes it is and you ask me that every time. How do you clean that tube thing going into toilet?”

“It says you shouldn’t have to. Michael, grab a washcloth or he’s going to-”

Michael tried to duck the stream of urine but didn’t move fast enough. He looked down the wet spot on his shirt and couldn’t help grinning. “I guess we know everything works now. Mom said I once got Dad right in the face.”

“Here’s a clean diaper and a towel. I hear Robbie so stand by for the next one.” Gail said, giving the items to Ian to pass over to Michael.

“If you finish Jamey, I’ll do Robbie.”

“Oh sure. Take the easy one why don’t you.” Michael groused as he dried the little bottom off and put the diaper on as Jamey continued to make noises. “Yes, aren’t you a happy baby now? Did you like that? I think you did.” Michael snapped the pants back on and picked the baby up. “And now you’re sleepy. Look at that big yawn.”

Ian stepped aside as Michael came out of the bathroom and gave them both a quick kiss.

“What was that for?”

“For being cute.”

“Then I’ll have to be cute more often.”

&&

&&

February 6, 2012 Hatboro, PA

“Chloe, do we have everything?”

“I think so. Papa made a list and packed my bag.”

“Okay then.” Michael opened his door and got out to open her door, surprised that Chloe wasn’t already bursting out of the car. “What’s wrong?”

“What if I don’t swim very well?” Chloe asked with a little tremor in her voice.

“Some days you won’t but you’re just starting out so that’s expected.”

“Really?”

“Sure. I’ve been swimming for twenty years and I still have days where it looks like I’ve never been in the pool before. Sometimes, I even wonder why the heck I started but then I get in the pool the next day and I remember how much l like swimming. I wouldn’t have kept at it if I didn’t.”

“So you won’t be mad if I don’t swim well?”

“Nope. All I ask is that you keep trying for six months once you start. We’ll sit down after August and talk about if you want to go on. Does that work for you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay then. Let’s get inside and meet your coach.”

&&

Chloe was a little shy with Nancy Crisp, the cadet group coach but changed quickly and was warmed up by the time other kids started arriving. Michael took a seat on the bleachers and pulled out his notes for his last exam, glancing up every so often to track Chloe’s progress.

“Hi, new parent?”

Michael looked up to see a cheerful woman sit down in front of him. “Uh yeah.”

“You look busy so I won’t keep you but I’m Mary Lou Healy. I have three kids in the program and I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have about swimming

“I’m Michael Phelps. My daughter’s Chloe.”

Mary Lou started to say something then stopped and looked at him closely. “Oh. Oh my god, you really are.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re Michael Phelps. I guess you don’t have many questions about swimming.”

“Well, it’s been a long time since my junior swim days and I never got to see it from a parent’s viewpoint. My mom gave me some pointers though.” Michael said with a grin.

Mary Lou seemed a bit disconcerted and quickly took her leave to join the other parents down near the deck. Michael was aware that the other parents kept looking back at him but he really did need to study so he didn’t really pay attention.

At six fifteen, the kids were on the deck and doing their warm down exercises and Michael was happy to see Chloe chatting with a few girls as they headed into the dressing room. He packed up his stuff and walked down the bleachers where the other parents were gathering as Nancy came over.

“Well Michael, she looks pretty good. Bob was right.”

“If there’s one thing I learned it’s that Bob is always right but don’t tell him I said so.”

“Don’t worry I won’t. Did you get a chance to meet the other parents?”

“Uh. Mary Lou came over.” Michael said with a nod to the woman in question.

Nancy introduced him around in a very low key manner and one of the other dads grinned at him. “We don’t expect you to remember all our names but I’ll bring a copy of the parent directory in tomorrow.”

“Thanks I appreciate that.”
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