22 Books, Babies, Bikes and Buildings

Taylor looked around the large chain book store and blinked. Who the hell could find anything in here? He tried to remember how the Duie Decimal System worked and for the life of him, he couldn't. Was it alphabetically by author? Did it go by title or by subject? Fuck? Where's the card catalog? He spotted a woman that worked there and made his way to her.

"Excuse me," he said and looked at her name tag, "Marie," She turned and smiled at him. He gave her a weak smile back.

"Got lost?" She asked him with a strange amount of humor in her eyes.

"Yeah, can you tell me where I can find books on… babies?" Taylor said, lowering his voice and becoming slightly uncomfortable.

Marie looked at him strangely and said, "Making them, baking them or taking care of them?"

"Ahhh…" Taylor swallowed and looked around, "Ah… making them I guess."

Marie laughed and said, "I'll show you the way this time so you don't get lost again."

"Ok," he said as he followed behind her to the parent section.

"Here you go. Any particular book you have in mind?" Marie asked and then stopped short when she saw the other man in the aisle. She looked between the two of them.

"Sean!" Taylor hissed.

"What?" Sean asked innocently with a stack of books in his hands.

Taylor went over and grabbed the books from Sean and looked at them and then shoved them back in his hands, "You could have waited for me," he growled feeling both angry and hurt.

Sean looked at him and said, "You were busy. I wanted to surprise you… I tried to call…"

Taylor whipped out his cell and sure enough there was a voice mail from Sean.

Sean smiled, "You didn't know, you just showed up, same time as me?" Taylor grunted and looked away. Sean continued to nettle him. "Taylor Reese, are you blushing?"

"Fuck you, Sean," Taylor said but he did it while laughing.

"Maybe later…" Sean said then remembered the woman that was helping them out and laughed. Taylor gave him a long, leering look that promised that he would take him up on the offer.

Marie cleared her throat before she spoke again, "We have some books on adoption," the woman said clearly thinking they were a gay couple. "And some books on alternative lifestyles and parenting."

"Thanks," Sean said, "but we're not adopting. Our girlfriend will have the baby,"

"Girlfriend?" Marie stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

"Yep," Taylor said. "Where are those books on parenting? Sean, you done here, baby?" He said playing it up for the woman.

Sean smiled and nodded. "Maybe we should get some books on three-ways?" he suggested and turned and looked at the now beat red Marie. "Do they have those?" he asked evenly.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Both men laughed entirely too loud to be proper for a book store and earned themselves a few sneering glances.

In the end, they came out with five books and one hundred dollars less. "How about lunch?" Sean asked Taylor.

"Where's Shay?"

"She and Mia went shopping, again." Sean supplied, "Getting stuff for the new house, I don't know. How could women find shopping so interesting?"

Taylor shrugged and then laughed, "How much you want to bet they both come back with a new pair of shoes?"

"Yeah, like we need those for the new house. No, I think that's a fools bet, Tay… and I ain't no fool."

"How 'bout we pick up some burgers and then I show you the place I found. I've already called Dom. He's coming in tomorrow or the next day to check it out. I think it's perfect." Taylor said as he walked over to his Harley. Sean nodded and smiled. He had ridden his Harley too that day.

Sean followed Taylor to a fast food joint and when they were both getting off their bikes, Sean said to Taylor, "You look so fuckin' hot on that bike, Tay."

Taylor turned and looked at Sean. "You're pretty hot yourself," and then he kissed him, right there in the parking lot. They got a cat call and a few rude comments. They laughed at both and then got their lunches.

About fifteen minutes later, they pulled into a huge building. There was a large parking lot, four garage doors and a good size store front. Taylor got off his bike and waited for Sean to join him.

Taylor produced a key and opened the store and held the door for Sean. Both men looked around the spacious room while Taylor described where the NOS would go or the rims and stereos and what else Dom thought they needed. Sean could see it all very clearly.

They went into the back room and Taylor showed Sean the offices and where they would have their graphic designer set up. They had yet to hire one but Taylor was putting out feelers and would place an ad as soon as Dom approved of the building.

Finally there was the garage area. It was the biggest part of the building and very clean for a garage. Everything was painted white, black and red and most of the equipment was still there from the previous owner.

"This place is great, Taylor." Sean told him as he looked around and was clueless as to what any of the stuff did. He didn't know really know anything about cars except how to hot wire them.

Taylor nodded and smiled. "The previous owners were using it as a chop shop. It was seized and I think I can get a really good deal on it."

"You need any money?" Sean asked him.

Taylor smiled, "No, thanks. I'm good. Fuck, Sean. I'm excited but nervous as hell. I really don't know shit about this but I know money. I think this place will do well. Dom can do custom jobs. Top dollar. He still has such a big name in racing. Even here, I asked around. People will pay a lot of money for a Dominic Toretto original."

Sean nodded. He saw the cars that Dom had in his shop and even knowing next to nothing about them, he could tell they were fast and well done. "I'm proud of you, Taylor. I can see it. This place will do great."

Taylor looked at Sean and noticed he was slightly melancholy. "What about you, Sean. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I never told D or Frost the truth for why I left Friday. I guess I will go to work like any other Monday morning and see how it goes. I mean maybe it was a one time freak out thing and that's all. I hope that's all. Now if Shay gets pregnant… Fuck, Tay. I don't want my job coming in my home again. I just don't know what to do. I can't, I won't risk their lives or yours for my job." Sean scrubbed his hands over his head in agitation.

Taylor pulled him in to a hug. "We'll think of something, Sean. Don't worry. Maybe you can be Mr. Mom, or start a day care or something. Become a babysitter."

"Fuck you, Taylor." Sean said with a laugh.

"Yeah, about that. I think we need to go home…" Taylor suggested as he looked Sean up and down. "I think Shay's feeling better too…" he said as he nibbled on Sean's ear, "Mia's got a date tonight... it'll be just the three of us,"

Sean moaned at the thought and pressed his already hard cock against Taylor's. "Sounds like a plan."