Chapter Four: Love, Stewie

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Stewie had once again regained hostage of Meg's laptop, as soon as he woke from his nap. Meg had gone to the mall, so it was so easy to take. Stewie logged onto Word Pad and began typing another letter to his dearest Brian.

"Dear Brian,

Today was one of the funnest days ever, just because I was with you. I hope you enjoyed the day as well, because my happiness now vibes from your happiness, no longer your pain. Because Brian, if you were to cry, I would cry, right now I would do anything for you. You carried me home. You tucked me in. And although you thought it undetected, you kissed me for a good nap, which I had the most exquisite dream to.

You and I were at a carnival and having the time of our lives! The dream was perfect, and even fireworks were involved. You were a bit startled by the noise, but as I scratched behind your ears, you seemed to calm. And right there, under the fireworks, we kissed.

You don't understand my love for you, Brian. I'm not sure if you ever will. But do you feel the same, Brian? Do you love me back?-and not just in a relatively way in which you speak. Brian, I am in love with you, and whenever I see you, I melt a bit. When you carried me on your back, when I kissed the top of your head, and when you returned that favor, my life felt so complete. But now, I feel incomplete because I really don't have you. I'd do whatever it takes to get you. But until then, I'll watch from afar and admire you and your adorableness.

Love, Stewie"

He printed the letter out, like he had done before, and walked back in his room. He exited Word Pad and returned the laptop, then he looked over the letter, a bit sadly.

"Oh, Brian..."

"Yeah?"

Brian was standing in the door frame, and Stewie's face flushed in embarrassment. "How long have you been there?" Stewie demanded.

"I just walked in." said Brian, stepping in closer, and he pointed to the letter. "What's that?"

"Nothing!" Stewie yelled and hid the letter behind his back. "Now leave me to ready for supper." He noticed he was being mean to Brian, like before he almost drowned in the pool, so he quickly added with an orphan look on his face, "Please?"

Brian had left the room, and Stewie did his best to fix himself up for dinner, to impress Brian, whom he had just insulted. Damn, thought Stewie. Now I feel bad. He made a note to apologize and walked down to dinner.

The whole family was seated at the table. Stewie climbed into his high chair next to Brian and kicked his little feets under the table.

"There's mommy's little man." said Lois, walking over and combing his hair back.

Stewie didn't bother to push her away. He let go of the swimming pool incident, the only thing he had on his mind was Brian. All during dinner, the talk was about heroic Brian who was starting on his novel and decided making a sort of biography thing about what happened at the pool, which Stewie agreed would be perfect.

"And you could write about today, Brian!" suggested Stewie, not abot to stifle his enthusiasm. "I could help."

"Sure." said Brian, smiling at all the material he had for the novel, and the fact that Stewie offered to help him write it.

After dinner, Stewie and Brian took Brian's laptop and began working on the novel. Stewie was happy to spend some more time with Brian.

He's so amazing, thought Stewie, looking at Brian as Brian typed. How can I ever get over him if he doesn't love me back?

"Hey, Stewie, what do you think about this part?" asked Brian, pointing to the screen. "Doesn't it sound gay?"

Stewie read over the lines. "I pressed my mouth to his, breathing air in him, trying my hardest to revive the infant in whom I loved so dearly. Live. Live, dammit! I thought to myself, I could feel tears burn in my eyes at his pain. He was dying, slowly dying. I had to save him. My lips broke free from his and I thumped my fist on his chest, checking for a heartbeat: it was faint. I once again tried to revive him with the kiss of life, I breathed into him, trying my hardest to save him. Live!" Stewie blushed slightly. The words were magnificent, he loved it.

"It's brilliant, Brian!" complimented Stewie.

And they stayed up on the couch working on the novel, until Lois came back down, fussing over how late it was and why wasn't Stewie in bed. She took no protests and sent them both off to bed. Stewie sat up in his crib, cusing his mother to Rupert.

"Who does that bimbo think she is, Rupert?" Stewie patronized about his mother, when the door opened.

The lights turned on and Brian walked in.

"B-Brian, what an...unexpected but pleasant surprise!" said Stewie, standing up in his crib. "Why are you here?"

"I typed more, and I thought you should read." he said and handed Stewie the laptop.

Stewie read: "He was alive, he was breathing. His mother came and yanked him from my arms, just when I was ready to embrace him and when i was about to cry. He twisted and turned away from his mother and leaped from her arms and over to me. He stood in front of me, the most unusual sincere look on his face. "You saved me, Brian." he was on the verge of tears, just as I was, and soon enough he threw himself at me, gripping at my fur and and crying about how he would be dead if it wasn't for me. I tried to console him, he seemed so helpless. At this moment, when he was sobbing crying, I actually realized how I would've felt if I didn't save him. If Stewie had stayed down there, if Stewie had died, I wouldn't be able to live. At that moment, I finally realized the truth, how much I loved Stewie Griffin."

Stewie's eyes watered reading it. He loved him. Brian loved him.

"How is it?" asked Brian, ackwardly.

"Amazing, Brian." said Stewie. "It's perfect."