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Chapter Ten

"Merry Christmas!" Emily said, stepping into the house with a small wrapped box in her hand.

"Thank you, Em." Sebastian said, taking the gift she held out. "Where's Tabby?"

"Out Christmas shopping with John. They're getting me something special, according to my daughter." She chuckled and sat down on the couch with him. "And where is Dave?"

"He called saying he was ten minutes away…" he looked at his watch, "about fifteen minutes ago. Should be here soon."

"We should wait for him before you open that, then. It's for both of you." She said, leaning back on the couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water?"

"Sure thing. I'll get it." He walked into the kitchen.

A moment later the door opened and Dave called as he dropped his things down by the door and took off his coat, "Hey, baby, I have been thinking about you all afternoon and I cannot wait to get you naked." He turned around. "And, hello, Emily. I sure hope Tabitha isn't here."

Emily shook her head as she laughed. "Sebastian, your husband's home."

Dave was bright red. "I am so sorry, Em."

Sebastian stepped through holding a glass of water. "What took you so long?" He handed off the glass and then accepted a kiss from his husband.

"I was doing a little last-minute shopping before our flight tomorrow. There was one last thing I wanted to get you."

Sebastian tried looking over his shoulder. "What is it?"

Dave stepped in front of his bags. "You'll get it Christmas Day." He pushed his husband toward the couch. "Now, let's sit down and talk to Emily."

"I have a present you can open right now." The woman said picking up the package she'd brought.

"Ooh, exciting." Dave sat beside her and took the present.

Sebastian sat beside him and they worked together to rip the paper. Inside there was a onsie with the words, "My Daddies rock" with a set of guitars crossed underneath.

"Oh, my God." Sebastian said, nearly falling off the couch. "You're…?"

She nodded. "You're going to be parents." Tears filled her eyes. "And I really hope it works out this time."

Dave patted her hand. "If it doesn't, we won't put you through this a third time. We've decided we couldn't handle it again."

Sebastian nodded and wrapped an arm around Dave's waist. "We can never thank you enough, Emily. You've given up almost a year of your life already. So thank you. And we have something for you." He stood and walked over to a small pile of gifts beside the door. He picked up two boxes and handed them to her. He pointed to the bigger of the two. "This one was Dave's idea. He thought it was 'cute.' And kind of counting his chickens before they hatched." He indicated the smaller box. "And this was my idea."

"Open the bigger one first so Seb's is even better and I get a good reaction anyway."

She chuckled as she opened the bigger box. Inside was a very large shirt that read, "Surrogate Mommy" on the front of it. "It is cute, Dave." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. As soon as I'm big enough to wear it, I will. And it will the only one I can fit into probably."

Dave chuckled. "We'll make sure you always have clothes that fit, Em. That's part of our deal."

"Here," Sebastian gave her the smaller box. "This one can be for now."

Emily opened the small box and gasped. "A necklace? Is that a real diamond?"

"Yes." Sebastian said. "We have a matching one for Tabitha, but it's not real. We didn't think you'd like your eight-year-old wearing a diamond necklace."

"You guys don't have to do this." She said, passing the necklace back.

Dave pushed the box back to her. "You've given up your body to carry our baby for nine months. At the best, you have a little morning sickness and moodiness. At the worst, you'll wish you could just stay in bed all the time. You deserve this token of our appreciation, even if it doesn't work out again."

"I don't know what to say." She said, opening the box once more.

"You don't have to say anything." Sebastian kneeled in front of her. "Just take care of yourself."

She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "And this one, too. I promise."

He smiled and eyed her stomach. "It's so weird…"

She chuckled. "Just wait. It gets weirder. And I will be telling you every gruesome detail."

"Awesome." He laughed and sat back. "I can't wait."

"I don't bet you can." Dave rubbed his shoulder.

Emily stood. "I should be going. I'm sure you two have a lot of things to do before your trip."

"You don't have to run off." Sebastian said.

"I know, but I should get back to Tabby and John."

"Speaking of Tabby…" Sebastian returned to the pile. "Here, for her."

"Sure hers is fake? My daughter doesn't need diamonds around her neck." She laughed.

The men laughed. "Promise." Sebastian assured her.

"Good." She hugged them both and then gathered her things. "I'll have Tab call as soon as she opens this. She's going to be so happy."

"Thanks again, Em." Sebastian said as they walked toward the door with her.

"It's my pleasure." She hugged them again. "Have a great flight and a very Merry Christmas."

"You too." They said in eerie unison.

Once they were alone, they went about their final packing. Dave ducked into the spare room to wrap the last presents before he stuffed them in his carry on. They went to bed early since they had an early flight. But neither was able to sleep. They stayed up half the night talking about the baby.

"I want to start setting up the nursery after we get back." Sebastian said softly. He rolled toward Dave. "I have a really good feeling about this." He rubbed his husband's chest. "And I sort of went online while you were wrapping presents and picked out the perfect crib. We can build from there."

Dave smiled. "That sounds great." He pulled Sebastian's head onto his shoulder. "If we have a girl, I'd like to name her Katherine."

"For your mom?"

"Yeah. I always wanted a Katherine." He smoothed his hands down Sebastian's back. "Do you mind?"

"No, I don't. I don't have names picked out yet. I'm not that kind of guy. But I like Katherine. We can stick with Katherine."

"You should pick the middle name."

"And we can each pick a boy's name just in case."

"Sounds good." Dave yawned. "Let's try to get some sleep, babe."

"Mm, okay." He pressed a kiss to Dave's cheek and then rolled away.

"Hey." The other man protested as he rolled over and pulled Sebastian to his chest. "Better."

Sebastian sighed and rolled over to face him. He pushed his leg between Dave's knees. "Now it's better." He said, draping an arm over his shoulder.

"There are my guys." Paul said. "Hey, Davey." He pulled his son into a tight hug, which the other man returned.

"Hi, Dad." He pulled back. "You're looking good, old man."

He laughed and patted his stomach. "I've been working out. Got to keep in shape for the ladies."

Dave laughed. "And it's about time you got back into that."

"Baby, don't give your dad a hard time." Sebastian said as he took their last bag off the baggage claim.

"Listen to your husband." Paul said, hugging his son-in-law. "Come on, you two, it's been a long day." He picked up one of the suitcases and headed for the door.

Sebastian and Dave took the rest of the luggage and followed him. They caught up a little on the drive. Dave looked into the back seat where Sebastian sat.

He asked, "Should we?"

"Should you what?" Paul asked.

"I say go for it." Sebastian said. "You said you wanted to."

"But are you sure?"

"What is going on? Is someone dying?" Paul asked over their argument.

"We're having a baby." Dave said.

"You're what?" Paul said, nearly driving off the road.

"Having a baby. You're going to be a grandfather."

Paul drove on in stunned silence for a few minutes. Finally he said, "Granddad."

"What?" Dave asked.

"'Grandpa' sounds like an old man. I'm not old. So I want your kids to call me 'Granddad.'"

"I think that can work." Sebastian reached out and patted Paul's arm. Then he sat back and listened as the men in the front seat talked quietly together.

"Dad…" Dave began. He looked over his shoulder at Sebastian in the back. He was playing around on his phone.

"What?" Paul asked.

"How do I do this?"

"Do what, kid?"

"Be a dad. I'm not sure how this will work out."

"I didn't know either. No one does, no matter if you had a good father or not. I had a great one, but I still didn't know if I was doing anything right or not. And after your mom died and I had no one to check in with, I worried all the time. She always cooked and did the shopping. I just did the best I could do with you. And you didn't turn out so bad." He gave his son a proud smile. "You'll be fine."

"Thanks, Dad." He said softly.