This is the sequel to "A little love is stronger than a lot of hate" you don't HAVE to read that one, but it may make things clearer. Brian and Justin have a one year old daughter named Charlotte. Lindsay, Mel, Gus, and J.R. have moved back to Pittsburg, Gus is 11. I do not own any of these characters except Charlotte, everyone else is someone else's. Please enjoy and review!

It took Justin half of a second to realize that Brian wasn't in the bed with him. Not only were the familiar pair of arms around him, but there was a lack of warmth that caused Justin to frown as he opened his eyes looking for some explanation as to why he had to wake up alone.

"Bri?" He called, sitting up before glancing at the clock, alarmed to find it was 7:45am which meant he'd slept through their daughter's wake up call. She was only 1 but she already had "da-da" and "Pa" down pat, and she would cry their names every morning, requiring their immediate presence.

Just then, as though knew they were being thought of, Brian entered, Charlotte turned in his arms so that she was facing him.

"Good Morning, my gorgeous 29 year old husband," Brian grinned, setting on the bed, and leaning over to kiss Justin awake. Then Justin remembered what day it was, it was his birthday. He smiled at Brian before turning his attention to his daughter,

"Good morning, Princess, did you wake Daddy up early?" He asked, taking her away from Brian and kissing her curly blonde hair. Charlotte, garbled happily, her small hand delicately patting Justin's chest. Then Justin looked at Brian, who looked back at him with such love and joy that Justin could have cried. "Good morning, handsome," he greeted Brian, leaning forward for another kiss, which was happily given and Brian then crawled over to his side of the bed, propping himself up next to Justin, to give the blonde another lingering kiss on the lips.

"I have a surprise for you," Brian reported, a mischievous smirk on his face that if Justin didn't know Brian better would have made him nervous.

"Oh do you, Mr. Kinney?" Justin asked, cocking an eyebrow, "Should I call Daphne to come get Charley?" Brian chuckled, nuzzling Justin's neck lovingly,

"No, she's coming to get her at 5 today, and she going to spend the night with them, so I have you all to myself tonight, Sunshine." Justin beamed and smiled at Charlotte who cooed back,

"Pa," she breathed, clapping her hands together contently.

"Mmm, I love you, sweetheart," he said, kissing her cheek. "Give Papa a kiss?" He requested puckering his lips, Charlotte knew what to do and opened her mouth and pressed it against Justin's lips. "Thank you," Justin chuckled before turning to Brian, "So where is my surprise?" He asked, very interested in what Brian, who wasn't the best birthday present giver, had to offer.

"Ok," Brian said, getting off the bed and going out the door. There was soft mumbling, and Justin looked towards the door confused before looking down at Charlotte, who was watching the bedroom door as well.

"What is your Daddy up to?" Then Brian stepped back into view, this time accompanied by an extremely attractive man who was dressed in dress pants, a nice blue button up shirt and a white vest. Brian saw the expression of horror and assumption that the man was Justin's present and he quickly set him straight.

"No, no," Brian said, "Not him, I'm not that stupid," Justin grinned in a way that told Brian that maybe he was, but Brian just raised an eyebrow and motioned to the tray Justin hadn't noticed the man carrying. "This is the surprise," Brian's lips rolled inward in that adorable way that showed that he was feeling vulnerable. Justin beamed and sat up more proper, adjusting Charlotte so that she was sitting in his lap with her back against his chest.

"Ooh breakfast in bed," Justin smiled, "How romantic." Brian smiled proudly and nodded for the man to serve Justin. The breakfast was put in front of him, eggs benedict, asparagus spears, and fruit, plus a glass of orange juice. "Brian," Justin grinned up at him, motioning for him to come closer,

"Did I do good?" Brian asked insecurely and Justin couldn't help but fall further in love with him.

"You did fantastic," he said as he pulled Brian down for a deep kiss, "did you make it?" Justin already knew the answer was no, Brian wasn't the cook of the family.

"Well, I was going to," Brian admitted sheepishly, waving the waiter off before coming back and getting back into bed with his husband and daughter who was reaching for the breakfast. "But I um-" Brian bit his lip, embarrassed, "I was going to make bacon and scrambled eggs and waffles, but I burned the bacon, and the eggs, I accidently dropped a few shell pieces in, and let's not talk about the waffles, and I didn't want to poison you, so I called and had it brought, I just thought he was hot and paid him extra to do that," Justin laughed, glad that Brian hadn't changed completely. "I'm sorry I messed up," Justin looked over at him and kissed him again,

"Honey, the fact that you went through the trouble at all, gives you major points, like" Justin covered Charlotte's ears, "handcuffed sex points," Brian didn't mean to moan like he did, but Justin didn't enjoy being constrained during sex as much as Brian liked for him to be. And of course, Brian wanted Justin to get as much enjoyment as he did, so it was only special occasions that that happened. But it wasn't Brian's birthday, it was Justin's.

"No, it's your birthday, we'll do something YOU like to do." Justin grinned and shifted to be closer to Brian and cut a piece of cantaloupe into several pieces and offered one to Charlotte who accepted it, smiling up at Brian. Brian smiled back, clicking his tongue, winking playfully at her. He never expected to be here, lying in bed, his husband snuggled next to him, their daughter giggling happily as Brian made faces. And more than that, Brian never expected to be happy with this life, happy being a step-ford fag, but he was, he wouldn't trade this life for anything. "Jus," Brian murmured, Justin looked up from his breakfast, "Thank you." Justin scrunched his face in confusion,

"You're the one that did this," he said motioning to the breakfast. Brian chuckled,

"No, thank you for that first night, the night you came, and stayed." Justin looked at his husband as though he was a stranger, before shifting Charlotte so that he could grab Brian by the back of the neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

"You are the most incredible man and you are the reason I stayed," Justin raised an eyebrow grinning "and the reason I came." Brian laughed, kissing him lightly,

"Good, I'm glad I could make you cum," Justin giggled, "but I'm even happier I could make you stay." Justin's eyes widened,

"What's gotten into you? Breakfast in bed, romantic lines, what's next a bouquet of roses, followed by a horse drawn carriage ride around the farm…" Brian's lips rolled into his mouth once again and Justin knew in that moment he would never be surprised by this man again.

"They're lilies actually and I was thinking, if you're up for it, we could take Charley for a walk in the park, let her play at the playground I'm having Emmett pack us a picnic, when I mentioned this plan to him he told me I was under no circumstance to fix the lunch myself. He'll be here at 11 to do it."

"Well, I would have been happy with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." Justin said, looking down at Charlotte and then back at Brian, "As long as I was with you two." Charlotte, apparently knew he meant her and squealed happily. Both fathers laughed and kissed their daughter's face, and she relished the attention, speaking very fast baby talk and Brian rolled his eyes,

"She's just like you, talking a mile a minute even when there is nothing to say." Brian teased, earning a light smack but a smile from Justin.

"God, what did I do to deserve you and her?" Justin breathed, motioning to Charlotte, though Brian knew who he meant.

"Funny, I was just wondering the exact same thing."

A couple of hours later the couple was in the kitchen, Emmett was dancing around the room with Charlotte in his arms, the little girl giggled in excitement. Justin sat on the stool that sat at the bar table, Brian stood behind him, his arms wrapped around his partner. Life really was quite perfect, it wasn't always calm or quiet, but the fathers didn't really mind a crying baby, because she was their crying baby. And they didn't mind when their friends were over and they were all so loud they couldn't hear themselves think, because really what is there to think about when you are surrounded by all the people you love, and who love you. And they didn't mind when Gus was there and yelled how unfair it was that he couldn't go to the park by himself, and how much he hated them, because he'd come up to them later and say how much he loved them and that he could never hate them.

"This little girl is gonna be beating the boys off with a stick," Emmett stated, kissing Charlotte's cheek, before twirling around gently, causing Charlotte to squeal in glee.

"Oh I think her daddy will be the one with the stick," Justin smirked, looking over at Charlotte,

"Damn straight I am," he agreed causing Justin and Emmett to chuckle, though Justin gave him an approving smile which caused Brian to smirk.

"Ok, since I knew Mr. Kinney would probably fix you fucking peanut butter and jelly, I had to stop him and fix you something worthy of a birthday lunch." Justin and Brian laughed at the echoed words.

"So I fixed you marinated roast beef sandwiches, with horseradish sauce, lettuce and tomatoes. Plus a pasta salad that I recently perfected, fresh fruit and some champagne, which is wrapped around an ice pack, which will keep it chilled until you guys get to it. Plus some bottles of water and I fixed Charlotte a cheese sandwich, and some cooked carrots."

"Emmett, you shouldn't have gone through so much trouble," Justin claimed, feeling guilty but Emmett grabbed his chin with the hand that wasn't holding Charlotte and kissed his nose.

"Don't you think anything of it, Baby, I was happy to do it," he smiled at Brian who nodded gratefully back. "Besides, it was Brian's idea anyway, I just put the icing on the cake. Oh and I also made a cake, red velvet, your favorite, it's in there too." Emmett beamed, Justin just shook his head at his friends ability to continue to outdo himself. Brian smiled when he looked down at Justin, because despite his protest, he knew Justin was impressed and impressed with him as his husband looked up and pulled him down into an intense kiss.

"Mmm, I love you," Justin whispered when they parted.

"I love you more," Brian replied softly, so softly that Emmett couldn't hear it, even though he was looking right at them.

"Nope, not possible," Justin claimed, a cheeky smile on his face, Brian sighed and kissed Justin's cheek lightly, hugging him tightly from behind.

When they went to go change, Emmett requested to get Charlotte ready and Brian threatened him if his daughter came out in anything too "Emmett." Emmett had merely waved his hand at the empty threat before taking Charlotte upstairs. After a shower, and of course a fuck in the shower, they were putting their clothes on, Justin had just gotten a pair of jeans on when Brian quickly stopped him,

"No, you can't wear those." He claimed, Justin looked down at the pants and then back up at Brian, confused at his husbands objection. "If you wear those we will get arrested for public indecency, because I will rip them off of you and fuck you in the middle of that park." Justin laughed at Brian's words and kissed him once again,

"You are just going to have to restrain yourself, Mr. Kinney."

"I don't know if I can," Brian admitted, pulling Justin, by his ass, into him. Justin moaned at the possessiveness and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, before pulling away with a groan of annoyance.

"If we don't stop, we'll never get to the park, and I'd hate to waste, Emmett's lunch," Justin breathed, though his leg was pressed firmly against Brian's obvious erection.

"Well you could always have some other meat for lunch," Brian said suggestively, grinding his cock on Justin's thigh. Justin chuckled before pushing Brian away,

"No, Bri, I promise, tonight, you can take me as many times I you want." Brian sighed but kissed Justin lightly again.

"All right," he agreed, "As long as you have no problem with doing it in the kitchen, and the living room, and the library, and the tennis courts, and the stables," Brian punctuated each location with a kiss on Justin's neck, until the blonde was unbuttoning his jeans, ready to start right then.

"Guys, I know that you two fuck 6 years into marriage like you did when you first met…"Emmett's voice came from the shut door.

"More." Justin called, "We fuck more now," a light laugh in his voice. Brian laughed, still sucking on Justin's neck.

"Yes well, the food isn't going to keep forever," Emmett called back.

"I thought you said it would be fine until we were ready," Brian answered, parting from Justin just long enough to say the words.

"They would, but not if you two get to fucking, I know you two, you don't stop for hours once you start." Justin grinned, pulling away from Brian, "And plus I have a social life, I have somewhere to be tonight,"

"What does an old queen like you have to do," Brian replied, though smirk appeared on his face. Emmett sighed,

"Drew and I are going out, and I do have to get ready, I don't just wave my hand and suddenly look fabulous."

"But I thought you were a fairy," Brian teased, knowing Emmett wouldn't take real offense to his jesting.

"One of the best, but even fairies need some fairy dust, which is at my house, so if you could get going today…"

"He's right actually." He agreed, but kissed Brian deeply once more, before rebuttoning his pants, which caused Brian to pout. Justin laughed as he opened the bedroom door, Emmett had a soft smile on his face, winking at Justin who grinned back.

"Do you approve, Mr. and Mr. Kinney," he asked, motioning to Charlotte who was dressed in an adorable cotton blue dress, with a white bow in her hair.

"Oh, she's just the prettiest girl I think I've ever seen," Justin said, taking his daughter who grinned at her father.

"Good job, Em, you didn't make her look like a cupcake," Brian chuckled, Emmett stuck his tongue, but both men couldn't help but smile at each other. Brian didn't always see eye to eye with Emmett, but if he had to pick someone who was as much his equal as Justin was, it'd be Emmett. The man had left his bigoted southern town and made a life for himself, which now including a booming wedding planning/catering business, and a partner that meant the world to him.

Several hours later Justin and Brian were walking along a path, their daughter asleep in the stroller in front of them. Brian had his arm securely around Justin's waist, it was a beautiful spring day, and they were just enjoying being together. Suddenly, Brian stopped cold, his face once again set fiercely, Justin tensed, stopping with him, looking around cautiously and pulling the stroller back so that he was closer to it. But Justin didn't see any threat, all he saw was another family walking around, and a group of 20 something's playing soccer.

"Babe," Justin murmured, unwrapping his arm from his waist and brushed a strand of brunette hair out of Brian's face, before grabbing his hand, "Talk to me, what's…." Justin didn't get finish as Brian started to back away, trembling, his eyes wide, but his face still set, his hand not releasing Justin's as he backed away. "Brian, look at me, talk to me," Justin begged, trying to pull Brian to a bench, the stroller still being pulled by Justin. The back of Brian's knees hit the bench and at first he gasped, jerking forward, but once he looked back and realized that it was only a bench he collapsed into it, bringing Justin with him. "Bri," Justin whispered, checking to make sure Charlotte hadn't been awaken by the commotion.

"Justin, they were kicking…" Brian said so softly, and so scared that Justin had to keep himself from breaking down. It hit him, the soccer players, they had been kicking the ball and it had triggered a memory,

"It's ok, they are just playing soccer, I'm here, no one is going to hurt us." He promised gently. Brian looked at Justin for the first time since he froze and his eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.

"I am so stupid, I knew it was soccer, I knew they weren't-" Justin shushed him,

"You are not stupid, anything can trigger it, you know that. After my bashing it wasn't the parking garage that triggered it, it was Gus with a toy bat," Brian looked at him husband who still looked like he loved him more than anything. "Come on, let's go home, maybe get a little light fucking in before Daphne comes," Justin breathed into his ear, a soft smile on his face, trying to make his partner feel better.

"I wish I could have been stronger," Brian whispered and Justin sat back, surprised if not downright shocked.

"Brian." He replied, kissing Brian's neck tenderly, without any sexual meaning, "Honey, you…" Justin felt his voice crack and silently cursed himself for allowing himself to appear worried, Brian needed him to help right now. "Do you know what I see when I look at you?" He asked, Brian looked up at him, waiting for an answer. "I see a man who is loving, kind, giving, brave, sexy as hell," that finally pulled a small smile out of the brunette. "But I also see a man who put himself in front of me when men threatened us. A man who pissed those men off so that they wouldn't hurt me, a man who almost died…" Justin blinked away his tears quickly.

"I thought this crap was over, it's been almost 2 years, I thought the occasional nightmare was all that was left of that fucking day." Justin looped his arm with Brian's, who leaning into him, drawing as much comfort as he could from his blonde lover.

"I don't think it's that easy, Babe," Justin admitted, kissing him lightly. "Let's go home," Justin suggested again, but this time Brian protested.

"I ruined your birthday," he claimed, angry at himself. Justin kissed his lips comfortingly, not pulling away enough to separate them, just enough so that he could speak.

"Brian, please don't believe that, you could never ruin my birthday, or any day for that matter, come on," Justin tugged Brian's arm encouragingly, "Home." Brian looked up at his partner, it was official, he didn't deserve Justin. The blue eyes shined with nothing but love and understanding and Brian pulled Justin into a hug, holding him to him tightly. The position was familiar and warm, a feeling that Brian relished like no other.

"I love you, don't ever leave me, I won't survive without you," Brian pleaded, his voice cracking, a rare glimpse of true pain showing. "Please," Brian's voice had lowered to a whisper, almost like he was giving Justin the opportunity to ignore that last word.

"You never have to worry about that. I mean for fuck's sake, I'm the twink that never went away, remember," Justin replied, smiling as he felt Brian laugh. Brian moaned in relief and love as his grip tightened, almost to the point that Justin couldn't breathe. But neither of them cared, and Justin just held on tighter. "I'm always going to be here for you, through thick and thin, and here's hoping for some thin, because, I could use a break," Brian let out a hollow 'Ha', nodding against Justin's neck. "I love you," Justin whispered, glancing at their daughter, who slept on, oblivious to the world around her. Justin was going to keep her that way for as long as he could, keep her thinking the world was good, that no one could hurt her, he would do anything to keep her innocent. Brian parted them, but their hands remained joined,

"That one could sleep through a hurricane," Brian joked, motioning to Charlotte. Justin smirked,

"Yeah, she gets that from Daphne, I swear, there were times when I lived with her that I'd have to dump cold water on her to wake her up." Brian smiled as they stood,

"We'll have to remember that for the future," he claimed.

"Mmm-hmmm," Justin nodded, leaning up and kissing Brian quickly and softly on the lips. The walk home was quiet, neither said much, but it wasn't necessary. And as they walked past another family, Justin's grip tightened, not in fear, but in assurance, assurance to himself that they were just as much a family as the straight couple. As they passed each other, the other couple smiled cordially and nodded,

"Good afternoon," they greeted. Justin smiled,

"Same to you," he replied. When the other couple thought they couldn't be heard by Brian and Justin the woman murmured,

"That's Brian and Justin Kinney,"

"Brian Kinney, the owner of Kinnectic?" the man asked, his voice laced with surprise and he was clearly impressed.

"And you know that painting I bought last year, the one in the dining room?" the woman continued, the man said nothing but Brian and Justin assumed he nodded because she continued, "The blonde one is the artist." Brian nudged Justin, grinning.

"Whoa, talk about power couple," the man muttered. Whatever the woman said in reply was too far away to be heard, but Brian chuckled,

"We're a power couple, Sunshine." Justin grinned,

"Looks that way," he agreed. "Together you and I could rule the world," Justin teased.

"You brainwash people with your art to only buy things advertised by Kinnectic and then we'll work on full dictatorship." Brian replied,

"We'd be dictators?" Justin asked, frowning slightly,

"Of course, we'll decree that every hot guy must be queer." Brian claimed, deepening his voice to sound more authoritative.

"And they must be willing to be fucked by you any time, day or night?" Justin asked, rolling his eyes, but Brian just smiled,

"Nah, I already have someone willing to do that." He smacked Justin's butt playfully, Justin laughed, kissing Brian deeply, loving that Brian was happy with him, just him.

"Most days you have that," Justin reminded him, teasingly, "Unless you piss me off."

"Oh if I piss you off, I know just what to do to make you want me again," Brian stated.

"Oh you do?" Justin replied, Brian nodded,

"Want me to show you when we get home?" he asked, Justin grinned his sunshine smile,

"Absolutely." Brian growled, turned on by Justin's eagerness, wrapping his arms around Justin's shoulders, mischievously biting his ear. The park was forgotten, the soccer players not even hanging around in their minds, the only thing that mattered was each other, and their family.

"Happy Birthday, Sunshine."

This is not going to be one continuous story, it will jump months or years, it's just going to show some moments of their future as imagined by me. Please please review. The next chapter SHOULD be up within the next week (I hope) So bear with me…. Thank you for reading =D