Ok… this one didn't really go like I planned, but I'm content… hope you enjoy, please review… I don't own anyone or anything you recognize…

The snow had barely begun to fall, and the weather channel hadn't said it was going to get bad; an inch at most. So Justin went about fixing dinner, Daphne and John were coming over, they had something to tell them and Justin had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was. They were trying to have a baby of their own, and another kid running around would be just what the family needed. The radio played Christmas song, the same old ones they always did, the ones that got stuck in your head until you wanted to claw them out. Justin hummed "Grown up Christmas list," softly, stirring the sauce that would go on the chicken. He hadn't heard Brian come in, but he instantly recognized the arms around his waist, and smiled as his neck was kissed tenderly. Then Brian spun him around, pulling him tightly into his arms, and began to sway back and forth to the rhythm of the slow song. Justin grinned and swayed back until they began to speed up and they waltzed around the room. Brian smiled,

"Sing," he requested, having heard Justin's voice and knew it was as beautiful as the rest of him. Justin chuckled and obeyed, joining in with Amy Grant,

"No more lives torn apart,

That wars would never start

And time would heal all hearts…" Justin's eyes sparkled as they continued to breeze around the kitchen, feeling incredibly safe in his husband's arms, their lives had never taken the easy path, but moments like that one, made them realized that they had made the right choice, over and over.

"What is this illusion called, the innocence of youth.

Maybe only in our blind belief, can we ever find the truth." Brian leaned down and kissed Justin softly, Justin deepened it, and plunged his tongue in, which distracted Brian and they stumbled, falling ungracefully on the floor. They opened their eyes slowly, Justin's body was bent over Brian's, which was on its side. Justin propped himself up on his elbows, giggling,

"I must say, Mr. Kinney, as ridiculously romantic as that was, clearly we have trouble making out and dancing at the same time, anymore." Brian laughed, and grabbed Justin, pulling him under him, both of them smiling nearly goofily.

"Well, how about we do one thing at a time, starting with this," Brian suggested, kissing Justin, hungrily, without asking permission, not that he needed it. Justin arched into the kiss, his hand going on the back of Brian's neck, pressing them impossibly closer together. Tongues battled for dominance and shirts somehow found their way several feet away. Pointless words escaped their lips, and 'ahs' and 'uhs' bounced throughout the room. Brian's hand drifted down to remove the articles of clothing that blocked him from one of his favorite of his husband's body parts. Justin whimpered, knowing what was in store, but just then the moment was rudely interrupted by the phone ringing. Justin groaned and pushed Brian off of him to go grab the phone, chuckling as he answered as Brian threw his shirt, which he'd stripped out of, at him.

"Hello," Justin greeted, smiling.

"Hello, Mr. Kinney?" an unfamiliar and slightly ominous voice asked.

"This is Mr. Taylor-Kinney, can I help you?" He swatted at Brian who had his arms around Justin's neck and was grinding into his hip.

"Yes, Sir, this is Dr. Greg Nimbler from Pittsburg General Hospital," Justin froze and Brian saw his husband's face and stopped moving as well. "Are you Gus and Charlotte Kinney's parent or legal guardian?" Every shade of color vanished from Justin's face and for a moment Brian thought his partner was going to vomit.

"Oh God, are they all right? Please tell me they're all right," Justin voice broke and Brian panicked,

"Sunshine?" he whispered, trying to hear the other voice, Justin held up his hand to silence Brian as the doctor continued.

"They were in a car accident." Justin shut his eyes, flinching violently. "They are stable, they have injuries, but I don't think I should explain things over the phone, I'll tell you when you get here," Dr. Nimbler stated. Justin let out a different type of whimper before nodding,

"We'll be there in 30 minutes." Justin claimed, hanging up the phone before the doctor replied. Brian looked at him, frantically, "Gus and Charley were in an accident," Justin said, pulling his shoes on and bumping into Brian, who was still standing, unmoving, his. "Move your ass, Brian!" he yelled grabbing the keys and Brian pulled his shirt on while on the way to the garage. He felt Brian a step behind him and grabbed his hand, needing the stability. He broke every single traffic law their probably was to break on his way to the hospital, not bothering to park the car in a proper place, crying,

"Let them tow it, I don't give a flying fuck." Several people looked at him alarmed as he ran up to the front desk. "Gus and Charlotte Kinney," Justin said, knowing that would be the easiest name to give than Gus's Gus Peterson-Marcus Kinney and Charlotte's Charlotte Taylor-Kinney. Oh shit. "We have to call Mel and Linds and Daphne," Justin muttered.

"We will later," Brian replied, waiting for the nurses reply.

"Oh um, Charlotte Kinney is in the ICU, but Gus Kinney is in the general wing, it's on the fourth floor." Justin stared at her, how could she tell them so fucking casually that their child was in Intensive Care?

"ICU!" Brian screamed, "What happened? Do you know what happened?" he asked feverishly. Justin grabbed his hand once again, not to calm him, but to hear the answer.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't. All I know is they brought three people in, two were your children." Justin couldn't bring himself to care about the third person, and instead snapped at the woman,

"Who the hell can tell us what happened?" The nurse seemed unfazed by Justin's harshness and Justin had the feeling she was yelled at all the time.

"If you'll go up to the ICU I'm sure someone will know, it's the 3rd floor." Justin nodded as he and Brian rushed to the elevator, part of Justin winced at the thought of Charlotte and Gus not being on the same floor.

The elevator could not have moved slower to the two panicked fathers, one of whom paced, the other stared at the numbers as they slowly crawled upward. FINALLY the doors opened and Brian lunged out, looking wildly for a desk or a person in a lab coat. Finding the desk first they went over to it,

"Please, we are Charlotte Kinney parents, how is she," Justin pleaded, the fight in him, turning to desperation. The nurse looked up at them, her eyes flashed with judgment at the two men, before a doctor approached.

"Mr. Taylor-Kinney?" he asked, Justin spun around and nodded.

"I'm Dr. Nimbler, we spoke on the phone," Justin once again nodded and felt Brian loop his arm around his.

"How is she?" he asked, his voice breaking once again as tears filled his eyes. The doctor motioned for them to follow and Brian had the notion to yell that he wasn't moving another inch until they told them the condition of their daughter. But he also knew they may be, being led to Charlotte's room.

"She is stable, but her injuries were fairly severe, especially considering her age, thankfully nothing so bad that it required surgery but her concussion alone is troubling. We were worried about swelling in her brain," Justin stopped short, his mind flashing back 9 years when he had been told that about Brian, followed by a 'and he's in a coma' "Luckily, that wasn't the case." Justin dove for the nearest trashcan and threw up every bit of food in his stomach. Heaving violently, even as he felt Brian's warm hand on back, he was saying words too, but Justin couldn't make them out. When he was finally done he looked back at the doctor who looked back sympathetically.

"Continue," Justin said, as Brian wrapped his arm around Justin's waist, knowing instantly what had drawn such a reaction.

"Her leg is broken in several places as is her arm, her face is cut up, her nose is broken, and she has a lot of bruises. It's going to be a long process, but your daughter will be just fine." Justin exhaled in relief as he felt Brian do the same but then he paused,

"If she's fine, why is she up here?" he asked.

"We wanted to monitor her concussion more closely because she's so young," Dr. Nimbler explained. "She'll be able to go down to the general wing tomorrow. It's a good thing your son could think fast, he was able to keep her awake until the ambulance got there, it saved her life." Justin blinked, in surprise,

"Gus, how is he?" he asked.

"He had a concussion as well, though only a mild one, but we are keeping him overnight also. He has a broken rib and cuts and bruises, but since the other car hit the passenger side…"

"WHAT?" Brian cried, and for a moment Justin thought he was going to punch the doctor.

"You haven't been told what happened?" Dr. Nimbler asked hesitantly, Justin and Brian shook their heads. "They were driving and another car was unable to stop in the snow and hit them on the passenger side. It flipped the car over once, but landed right side up again. They were both in their seatbelts, the person in the other car wasn't so lucky, he's in pretty bad shape." Justin swallowed, it hadn't been anyone's fault, no one was drunk, or distracted, or reckless, it had been a bad combination of weather and a stop sign and bad tires. Charlotte laid in her bed, looking so small in that hospital bed, tears trailed down her face as the nurse tried to offer her juice.

"I want my Papa!" she wailed and Justin's heart broke into a million pieces.

"Princess," he said softly and her head snapped to the door and a new wave of tears and sobs billowed out of the small blonde girl.

"I'm sorry, Papa, I'm so sorry!" She howled as if she had disobeyed and been caught. Justin went around to her left side, which was the side in which her arm and leg hadn't been broken and kissed her hair and sat next to her, wanting nothing more than to scoop her up and never let her go.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," Justin promised, cupping her cheek with his hand, she leaned into the touch even as she continued to hiccup sobs. "My beautiful girl, it's all right, we're here." He soothed, Charlotte looked quickly over at Brian who was wiping his cheek.

"Why are crying?" she asked nervously, she had never seen Brian cry.

"I'm crying, because I'm so happy you're ok, Moonbeam." Brian said as he walked over to her, putting one hand on the small of Justin's back and the other brushed Charlotte's messy hair out of her face.

"So happy tears?" Charlotte asked, looking at Justin for the answer.

"Yeah, Princess, happy tears," he agreed. Charlotte grinned, nodding in approval, before yawning,

"I'm tired, Papa, and Gus wouldn't let me sleep," Charlotte claimed. "Can I sleep now?" Justin looked back at the doorway to Dr. Nimbler who nodded, before backing out of the room to complete other duties.

"Yeah, Charley, you can sleep now."

"You and Gus will be here when I wake up, right?" She asked her fathers, who nodded soothing, not sure if Gus would be able to be there, but they would be there at least. "Kay, goodnight. I love you." Before either of them could reply Charlotte had fallen asleep, Justin let out a sigh he hadn't been aware of holding.

"We need to go see Gus," Justin said. Brian nodded, but didn't move and, Justin gently took his hand and, guided the older man away from his daughter's bed and out into the hall.

Brian was never one to break down emotionally, particularly not in public, but as they stepped outside the room he released Justin and fell against the hospital wall, gasping breaths that would not come. He was having a panic attack, Justin recognized it instantly and grabbed his face.

"No, Babe, look at me. Brian. Focus on me." Brian met Justin's eyes, wide with worry but as always, love. "Breathe, honey, please. Look at me, I'm here, they're ok. Inhale. Exhale. Nice and slow. Inhale. Exhale." Brian's breaths had become slightly bigger, at least to the point he wasn't hyperventilating anymore. Several minutes passed and Justin glanced around and for the first time, noticed several nurses and a couple doctors had gathered around, ready to help. However, Brian was now, though he was clinging desperately to Justin, breathing only slightly fast, his chest contracting normally. They all seemed impressed with Justin's ability to take control of the situation and get his husband to calm down. Justin had lowered them to the floor, their foreheads pressed together, they're eyes never leaving the other. "Haven't we been here once today?" Justin joked about their position on the floor, it received its desired reaction as Brian let out short, choppy laughs. Justin smiled softly,

"How do you do that?" Brian asked, still breathy.

"Do what?" Justin asked, brushing his hand through Brian's sweaty hair.

"They are your children too and you are able to not only keep yourself from falling apart, you keep me from coming apart too." Brian explained and Justin exhaled softly,

"Because I have been in a situation where the prognosis was much worse, I've listened to a doctor tell me my husband may not wake up. So when broken bones and a few days of making sure a concussion is ok, are all that we have to deal with, I am able to keep things in perspective. And I'll freak out later," he claimed as they slowly stood. He kissed his partner lightly and wrapped his arm around Brian's back, still aware Brian wouldn't be able to walk on his own.

They went down to the 3rd floor and followed the nurse's directions to Gus's room. The nineteen year old was propped up on a pillow, staring out the window, guilt and worry clear on his face. The movement in his doorway caused his eyes to snap over to them,

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't see that other car, we'd already been hit before I realized what happened. Is she all right? If I've hurt my sister, I will never forgive myself!" Gus was sobbing by the end of it as Justin embraced him tightly, hushing him gently, aware of the broken rib the teen had. "She kept saying she was tired but I knew she couldn't sleep, I knew I had to keep her awake but she was saying she wanted you and I didn't know what to do, because all I wanted was my parents too. She's ok right?" he wailed, looking over at Brian, not removing his head from Justin's chest.

"Yes, she's going to be fine, her leg and arm are broken, and she's bruised pretty bad, but you two were lucky." He claimed approaching the bed and hugging Gus's back so that he was sandwiched between his fathers. The three men stood in comfortable, relieved silence until Gus asked, quietly,

"Do Mom and Mama know?" Justin pulled away less than a foot,

"Fuck, I forgot, I need to go do that." Brian nodded, and switched so that he was in front of Gus as Justin brought his cell phone out of his jean's pocket and exited the room, scrolling down to Lindsay.

"No way, he is your problem tonight," Lindsay joked as she answered the phone. Justin would have laughed if he weren't feet away from a hospital room housing their son.

"He and Charley were in a car accident tonight," he stated, continuing quickly before Lindsay could panic. "They are both fine, they both have a concussion and Gus has a broken ribs and cuts and bruises, but he'll be discharged tomorrow." Lindsay sighed in relief,

"Thank God, what about Charley?" She asked, loving Charley as much as she did J.R. and Gus.

"Both her right arm and leg are broken, her concussion is worse than Gus's but they were both pretty lucky, a car hit them on the passenger side, they slid in the snow."

"Mel and I will be there in a few minutes," she claimed.

"All right, see you then." They ended the call and Justin called Daphne, explaining the situation, getting the same response, she and John would be there as soon as they could get there. Justin went back into the hospital room, Gus was smiling softly at something Brian had said.

"Your moms are on their way," he told him, Gus nodded.

"Do you know how the guy driving the other car is?"

"Not really, the doctor said he wasn't doing great though, he didn't have his seatbelt on." Brian admitted, Gus bit his lip and nodded, sighing and laying back on his pillow. "So can I get out of here tonight, I want to see Charley," he said, looking expectantly at his fathers, who shook their head,

"Not tonight, Sonny boy, tomorrow you'll be discharged and she's going to be sent down here." Brian said in a way that reminded Justin of the night Gus was first born, an adoring, frightened tone.

"Where is she now?" Gus asked, his voice shaking with anxiety.

"The ICU, her concussion was worse than yours and because she's younger…" Justin explained. Gus flinched and sunk further into his bed, looking incredibly young. "None of that, kiddo," Justin said kindly. "It could have happened with us driving just as easily, if we thought for a minute that you weren't a good driver, we wouldn't have let you take Charley. But you are, this doesn't change that."

"You think the car is totaled?" Gus asked, "It looked totaled." Brian shook his head, and leaned toward and kissed Gus's hair,

"Probably, we'll get you another one. Go to sleep, I know you're tired." He soothed and Gus nodded, but Lindsay, Melanie and J.R. burst in the room, all looking terrified even though they knew he was ok. Hearing it and seeing it were two very different things.

"Oh, Baby," Lindsay sighed as Gus looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry for scaring everyone," he muttered as J.R. approached him slowly.

"You scared the shit out of me, Gus-Gus," she whispered, using her childhood nickname for her brother, something she had picked up from Justin.

"I know," he said opening his arms and that was all the offer she needed to run into his hug. She stayed there until she realized she hadn't seen Charlotte,

"Charley?" She asked, nervously,

"She's in the ICU, she's asleep, actually we probably need to get back there, I told Daphne to go on up there," Brian nodded at Justin's statement and they looked back at Gus who was still hugging J.R.

"You sure I can't come?" Gus asked, Justin almost smiled. Gus was very protective of his sisters, there were going to be three men plus two lesbians that any man who wanted either of them, was going to have to go through. He'd already scared off two of J.R.'s prospective boyfriends. J.R. had been mad, but Brian had bought Gus a new laptop to reward him.

"I promise, Gus, as soon as the doctor says you can, you can stay by her side as long as you want." Gus nodded, apparently satisfied, "We'll be back down here when we can, okay?" Gus nodded,

"Tell Charley I'm sorry, and I'll see her as soon as I can." They nodded as they headed out, hand in hand.

Daphne and John were in the room and Charley was awake, she looked annoyed at them as they entered,

"You said you'd be here," she scolded.

"Sorry, Moonbeam, we had to go check on Gus, he was worried sick about you," Brian explained, instantly their daughter softened, biting her lip.

"Is he ok?" she barely whispered, not meeting her fathers' eyes.

"Yeah, he's going to be fine, he's a little banged up, but with a couple of weeks with us as your slaves," Justin smiled when Charlotte laughed, "I'm sure you both will be bad as new." Brian chuckled and wrapped his arms around Justin's waist, kissing his lips softly.

"You mean, YOU will be their slaves," Brian teased. Justin rolled his eyes as Charlotte, Daphne and John, laughed softly at the couple.

"Well of course, aren't I always the only one willing to work at home?"

"Mmmhmm," Brian agreed, cheekily, lying his head affectionately on his partner's shoulder.

"Mr. Taylor Kinney," a nurse stood in the doorway of the room, they all looked up at her expectantly. "I'm sorry about this, but visiting hours are over and only her parents can be here after hours." Brian scowled, but Justin calmly replied,

"We are all her parents." The nurse shook her head,

"Only the mother and father are allowed to stay." Brian moved forward to, what Justin would only assume was going to be, to punch her in the face, but he quickly turned putting his hands on Brian's chest.

"Hold on, Bri," he muttered and turned back to the nurse who looked slightly surprised at the man's aggression. "Can I speak with you outside, please," Charlotte let out a soft gasp, for she knew that when Justin got that calm, steady tone, he was about to show people that Sunshine was his nickname for two reasons. One he was bright and happy and beautiful, two, he could burn like a motherfucker. He closed the hospital room door as he spun around to the nurse. "You listen to me and you listen good, I am her father, my husband is her father, Daphne is her mother and John is also her FATHER! We are all raising her and therefore we will all be allowed into that room whenever we want. You wouldn't deny a step-parent access, and you certainly will not deny my partner or John access. And you just TRY to tell us otherwise and not only will we take this HOSPITAL to court we will take you as well, so," he inhaled, his voice had never gone above a normal volume and he smiled at her, though anyone who knew he knew it was an extremely fake smile. "Tell me again who is allowed to stay the night?" The nurse's eyes were the sizes of half dollars and she had taken a few steps back,

"All of you." She practically stuttered as she looked around as though expecting an ambush. "I'm sorry for the confusion, you are all allowed to stay."

"Our son too, right? I, and his mama are allowed in his room whenever we want too right?" The nurse nodded mutely, as she started to walk away, "Thank you for understanding," Justin said, smirking. He turned and reentered the room, Brian and Daphne were both smirking with pride as John stared at him,

"Pretty sure you just blackmailed that nurse." The officer breathed, Justin raised an eyebrow

"Do you want to not be allowed in here?" John quickly shook his head and looked over at Charlotte who was beaming brightly at her father.

"I have the most awesomest Papa EVER!" she cried, grinning her brightest 'moonbeam' smile.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee," Daphne winked, smiling. Brian wrapped his arms around his waist, whispering in his ear so that only Justin could hear,

"I have the most awesomest husband ever." Justin smiled and leaned back into Brian's embrace, happily accepting a kiss to his cheek. "Oh, what was it you were going to tell us tonight?" Brian asked. Daphne looked at John and they both grinned,

"Charley is going to have another brother or sister," Daphne squealed. Charlotte cheered, Justin hugged both Daphne and John before looking over at Charlotte. Brian smiled, hugging Daphne and shaking hands with John. Charlotte giggled,

"Hey Daddy, you owe me 50 bucks." She held out her hand expectantly, Brian looked at her, seemingly exasperated, but he rolled his eyes as Justin laughed and high fived their daughter's good hand.

"I really wish I could ask where you get it from," he sighed, but he wasn't fooling any of them, he wouldn't trade his two blonde loves for anything in the world, which was good, because they wouldn't give him up for anything either.

I need to stop ending these chapter so damn cheesy! Thank God I finally finished this…now maybe I can finish my Glee story…probably not. Hope you liked it, if you didn't review and tell me why :D if you did like it, review and tell me why. Please! Much love to all my readers and reviewers. *heart* oh spoiler: next chapter…HUGE BJ fight!