The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Forty-Eight
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
A/N: They're on their way to a great vacation - a nice breather before getting back into workaday life - and wedding plans. Will they see eye-to-eye, though? I doubt it!
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Carole squealed as she and Burt entered the house. She dropped her pocket book on a chair and went over to scoop up young Sean who was playing with a monster truck on the carpet. Kurt was staring at Lije who stared back at him, one fat little hand tugging on a strand of Kurt's hair.
It didn't pass anyone's notice that for some reason the baby had a fascination with Kurt. They watched as he tried to pull the hair to his mouth but Kurt simply chuckled softly and moved his head out of reach. Lije quite determinedly reached for him again, this time ending up with his whole body squishing Kurt's face.
"Oof! You're one determined little guy, aren't you," Kurt laughed as he eased the baby away only to find that he'd grabbed another clump of hair. The baby gurgled and drooled, smiling and showing his four little teeth as Kurt rubbed his nose in his tummy.
Across the room, Mercedes and Dave watched the two, a longing in Dave's eyes that Mercedes pretended not to see. She knew Kurt would be a terrific parent as he had enough love in him to go around.
Also watching him with a faint smirk was Finn; it tickled him to see the baby all over Kurt and he felt good that he had sorted things out between them. These days he couldn't believe he'd been such an ass for such a long time. He didn't know how Kurt could forgive him so easily but he was happy for it.
Beside him Rachel was watching too, although she tried to keep up her conversation with Devon, whose accent she simply adored but Lije and Kurt were just too distracting. She was so happy that the tension between her husband and his brother had vanished; she had never told Finn of her suspicions regarding his strange hostility towards Kurt. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, she thought cynically, but she was glad that whatever Finn had been dealing with had been sorted out.
She had to admit that sometimes, in a moment of weakness, she resented and envied Kurt for the effortless way in which he drew attention with his looks and talent. She knew she was just as talented as he was but when he had gone ahead to further his dream, she had changed lanes and decided to marry Finn. She didn't really regret it but she sometimes wished she could have had both the man she loved and her dream of Broadway. Now Kurt was getting both his dreams and, on top of it, one dream included a billionaire.
She smiled now, though, as she watched her baby play with Kurt. Lije had been completely struck by his uncle from the moment he'd laid his big brown eyes on the fabulous singer with the unusual eyes. Kurt, equally struck by the sweet baby, took every opportunity to play with the boy, staring at him with a look that Rachel felt she recognized. She knew deep down that Kurt and David were going to be parents not too long after they got married. From the looks of things it was inevitable.
Kurt, suddenly getting a telltale whiff, looked over at Rachel and indicated with his eyes that Lije needed changing. Rachel excused herself from Devon and took up Lije's diaper bag. She and Kurt made their way to one of the downstairs bedrooms and she laid out the pad on the beautiful counterpane. She watched as Kurt unhooked Lije from his onesie and then step back for her to handle the soiled diaper.
"Oh, no," she chuckled. "Don't you think you ought to get some practice now?"
He looked at her, his blue-green eyes wide. "Me – practice? No – why?"
Rachel shook her head as she took out a fresh diaper, wipes, diaper cream and placed them on the bed beside Lije who was happily examining his socked feet.
"Kurt, everyone can see that you're ready for this," she nodded towards the gurgling baby. "Come on, I'll show you what to do."
Kurt, still stunned by her observation, watched and followed her instructions and soon a happy, clean – and fresh-smelling – Lije was back in his arms. The baby snuggled against his shoulder and Kurt felt his heart swell. He looked up to see Rachel watching him, a soft little smile directed at him.
"Oh, yes, I think you are more than ready, sweetie," and laughed when Kurt huffed as he patted the sleepy baby's back. "I think he's about ready for his bottle and a nap. Think you can handle feeding him?"
Kurt scoffed: "Piece o' cake!" and followed her out to the kitchen where Dana helped her prepare a bottle. Dana, too, watched Kurt with the baby, a soft look in her eyes. This extraordinary young man never ceased to amaze her; his gentleness with the baby and his obvious affection for the little tyke impressed her immensely.
In fact, everything about him impressed her. Just Tuesday last, when Mr. Karofsky had asked to speak with her in the office, Kurt had been sitting there with a big grin on his face. He looked so excited about whatever his fiancé had planned that she hadn't been able to stop her smile at the sight of him.
The two men had proceeded to outline a business plan with her that would see her, Dana Goring, with her own catering business in five years – after she completed her training at The Art Institutes' culinary school in Cincinnati. To say she had been bowled over, well, she had definitely not been prepared. When she had protested their generosity, they had hurried to remind her that the business would also be a legacy for her children and their children after them.
She had struggled to hold onto her composure and barely managed it, thankfully. She smiled at Kurt who looked just as overcome as she did so then she looked at David who was taking some documents off of his fax machine. She then read through them quickly and signed each and every spot where her signature was required. She couldn't get over how determined they were to help her and she knew she could never repay such kindness.
When she said as much to them, Kurt had looked at her and scoffed gently. "Just be the success we know you can be – and we know we don't have to tell you to pass it on, either."
She nodded, her hanky twisting in her hands as she acknowledged his words. "I know this is an investment, not a loan, but if there is anything I can ever do – well, you know where I'll be. Just give me a shout."
Kurt came around to hug her and when he released her, David shook her hand. Then there was nothing else to say so she left them with a last nod and smile as she slipped out the door. She made her way quickly to the kitchen where she went into the pantry and quietly broke down. She never would have believed her prayers would be answered in such a simple yet unorthodox way. God works in mysterious ways, she reminded herself and she smiled as she blew her nose. Those two men were her own angels, of that she was certain.
Eventually, everyone was packed and ready, excitement pouring out of them, except for Ian, of course. David had asked one last favor to ask of Dana and now she stood in the doorway watching the line of cars loaded down with people and luggage head down the driveway for the last time in what would be a long time.
She was to wait for the real estate agent to come by and as she turned to enter the house, she said a prayer for traveling mercies for Kurt, his family and friends who had just left.
The day after they had had their chat in the office, papers had arrived from David's business manager that had outlined the incredible gift he and Kurt had given her. Without explaining it all, they had gone ahead and set up an account that would cover every possible expense she could encounter over the next five years. In essence, apart from the tuition costs and fees, it was as if she was on a monthly retainer, a member of Mr. Karofsky's staff, basically.
Her head had reeled because she had thought they were only going to cover the school costs. Now this way she could attend the college full-time. She realized that, without any distractions, she could probably double up on courses and finish before the four years were up. She had had to sit down and take deep breaths when the extent of their generosity had been outlined in the documents. Later that evening she had thanked them again and Kurt, his mouth half full with the flaky, buttery salmon she had prepared, had brushed it away.
"I've told you before but I'll keep saying it if I need to: I'm your biggest fan, okay?" He licked one finger as he stared at her narrow-eyed.
Her face felt as if it would stay that colour permanently when David had laughed and added his agreement. "Just enjoy the experience; life is waaay too short not to."
Smiling, she had left for the evening, reminding Kurt that there was a lemon chiffon pie for dessert in the pantry, if he still had room. The sight of his wide, bright eyes went with her as she drove home, her heart the lightest it had been in years.
Now she jumped up from the chair in the living room as she heard the agent's car come up the driveway. She greeted the woman and let her in and, in short order, handed over all the keys and papers Mr. Karofsky had left with her. She bade the woman a final good day, left the house and jumped into her car.
She gazed up at the house and smiled even as she shook her head. Her life had changed the day of that interview when Kurt had seemed so hostile at first towards her. The smile slowly faded but her heart remained light; you just never know when you'll meet an angel, she thought, and then drove away.
Dave turned to Kurt and smiled, squeezing his hand before turning to the assembled group. They were all seated in the spacious, well-appointed cabin of the Gulfstream, Finn and Rachel staring around at the luxurious space in awe. Dave cleared his throat and, finally, all attention turned to him.
"I just want to let you all know that we're not flying straight to France even though this jet is more than capable." At the various curious expressions appearing on the faces turned to him, he smiled. "The flight is too long and I don't think Sean and Lije would thank us."
There were scattered chuckles and his eyes roved over them all. Kurt was smiling slightly as he looked at Lije, his eyes soft as usual whenever he looked at the baby. Sean had been mesmerized by the plane the moment the limousine with him and his parents had pulled into the hangar. Finn had had to hang onto him as he clearly thought it was a giant toy and had made a beeline for the steps. Rachel and Mercedes were sitting together and Carole was beside Burt.
Puck and Ian were in the cockpit and Devon was puttering around in the galley with the flight attendant – male, this time. Dave grinned as he continued.
"First we'll make a stopover in New Jersey and then we'll head across the pond to Gatwick. From there we'll fly to Bordeaux airport as that is the closest to Pyla Sur Mer, where the house is located. Everyone clear on that?"
Mercedes nodded and then asked: "How long will the stopovers be – like, hours?"
Dave nodded, looked at Kurt and then continued when he nodded. "Well, we'll only stop over for an hour or so in New Jersey but Kurt and I decided that maybe you would all like to stay overnight in London."
Rachel and Finn gaped at each other and then let out little cheers. Mercedes, too, was more than okay with it and clapped her hands. "Oh, no, go right ahead and make plans for us. I don't mind at all!"
Everyone laughed and Kurt winked at her. Carole, a little gleam coming into her eye, spoke for the first time. "Will we have time to have tea at that place you like, Kurt?"
The others didn't know why Kurt coloured at her question but he simply shook his head. "I don't know, Carole, we'll see what happens when we check in." He smiled at his stepmom but shook his head admonishingly at her. She just would not let his embarrassing display at Claridges die, he just knew it. He chuckled at her broad smile, though, and turned back to David who wrapped up his outline of their itinerary.
"So, that's the plan. We won't actually reach the villa until Saturday, okay?"
Everyone nodded and there were murmurs as they all turned back to the little pockets of conversation that had sprung up. Dave took his seat beside Kurt and grasped his hand again, leaning over this time to drop a chaste little kiss on his lover's smooth cheek.
"You okay?" He loved the glow that Kurt had about him these days. He was going to miss him when he had to go join his company in Milan. It was what it was; they would simply have to make time out of their schedules to see each other. There was also the wedding to plan and though he didn't want it to be too elaborate an affair, he knew they still had a lot of work to do.
"I'm good; and you?" Kurt smiled into David's golden eyes, the sunlight hitting his face at an angle and making them gleam.
Dave gazed at Kurt, realizing that he could very easily tune out the world if Kurt always looked at him like that… as if no one else mattered. He lifted the hand he held and dropped a kiss on it. "I'm looking forward to seeing you on that beach. It won't be as warm as down in the islands but it should still be good."
Kurt grinned at the hungry little look that had come into his fiancé's eyes before replying. "Oh, I have a couple of outfits that I think you'll enjoy seeing on me…" and he laughed at the faint colour that came into David's face.
Dave groaned quietly; whatever Kurt had in store for him, they had to remember that they would have a house full of guests. They couldn't get too x-rated, or if they did, they had to keep it pretty quiet. He leaned over to kiss Kurt again, mindful, of course, of the watching eyes.
Burt and Carole had become used to seeing the two indulging in their PDAs and so had Mercedes. Rachel and Finn, however, were still a bit new to it but it wasn't too big a deal. Finn, before he'd got his act together, probably would have thrown a hissy fit but now he simply looked away, not wanting the image of his brother kissing anyone to sink too deep into his psyche.
Suddenly, a tiny chime sounded and Puck came on the PA to let them know they were about to depart. The slow, low whine of the jet's engines warming up engendered a feeling of anticipation in them and the group quieted as they buckled in and Devon and the flight attendant took their seats.
Kurt had always enjoyed the feel of a plane taking off, the pressure of the g-forces pushing him back into his seat making the adrenaline flow. Now was no different and he couldn't wait to get going. He grinned broadly at Mercedes as she smiled back at him.
As the engine sounds escalated, they began to taxi out of the hangar and turn into the runway, Sean calling out to his daddy and laughing in childish glee. His grandparents smiled at him and Rachel held his little hand, her grip warm and assuring. Finn, on the other hand, looked a little tense but when he caught Kurt's warm gaze, he inexplicably relaxed. Kurt nodded in approval and then sat back, closing his eyes and preparing to enjoy the actual takeoff.
Puck came back on to let them know they'd have clearance in a few minutes and that flight time to New Jersey would be just under an hour. At his words, there was an almost palpable feeling of anticipation in the air and smiles were exchanged as they all prepared for the start of their transatlantic adventure.
Kurt was still holding David's hand as they started their final approach and when the engine sounds suddenly escalated, he opened his eyes and turned to his lover. David stared into his eyes and as the plane took off, they never broke their gaze.
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KHDK
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They had landed in New Jersey and got up to stretch their legs when Lije started to fuss. This was the first time the children had been on a plane so they had been prepared for adverse reactions. Sean was as happy as could be; his dad had taken out several video games that had held his attention for the short flight from Ohio to New Jersey. Now, however, poor Lije was getting cranky.
After Rachel changed him and fed him in the master suite that had been a surprise feature on the jet, she had passed him over gratefully to Kurt. Now he walked around outside in the hangar, pointing out the various people they passed as he bounced him on his hip. Kurt's soft, melodious tones were apparently soothing to the little boy because within minutes, he had settled down and was staring about with wide eyes.
Kurt smiled at him as he watched Lije take in his surroundings. He felt as if he'd fallen in love with the sweet-natured child and he knew he couldn't wait for him and David to have some just like this one. He grinned as Lije's laser-like stare turned back toward him and he nuzzled the little snub nose with his.
"What do you think, sweetie? Would you like some cousins, huh, some little ones you can boss around?"
"I think he'll enjoy hanging out with you more." Finn had come out to check on the baby … and Kurt.
Kurt spun around as Finn's voice came suddenly from behind him. He smiled and squinted in the sunlight, having forgotten his sunshades on the plane.
"Oh, by then I'll be old news, no doubt. He'll have moved on to more fascinating things like other kids and toys and driving you and Rachel crazy," Kurt smiled at his stepbrother. He was so happy that Finn had continued to be pleasant and easy-going. The holiday would be painful if any tension came up between the two of them again.
Finn came up behind Kurt to distract his son with a long finger, stroking the baby's chin gently and making him giggle. He had to admit that Kurt was very good with the baby; it was almost as if the two were drawn together. He'd never seen his son so focused on anyone else like he was with Kurt. The uncomfortable thought that karma had arranged this odd connection made him squirm internally.
He cleared his throat as he coloured slightly but he was determined to be a better brother than he had been so far. "So, you're really happy, huh?"
Kurt turned slightly to study him, taking in the shy but sincere regard in Finn's eyes. He smiled widely then and nodded, brushing his nose against the fine hair on Lije's head. "Oh yes, very. I don't think I could be happier. Except…"
Finn tilted his head curiously. "Except…?"
Kurt blushed a little and then laughed quietly. "I was going to say except if I had one of these…" and he bounced Lije gently in his arms.
Finn relaxed and let out a little laugh, too. "Oh, yeah, I get it. Yes, that would be cool… I can see that."
Then they both stayed quiet as they regarded the baby who was once again staring around, his eyes bright as he absorbed all the activity about them, leaning back suddenly sometimes so that Kurt had to be sure of his hold on him.
"He really is a beautiful baby… and Sean is great, too," Kurt added hurriedly but Finn simply chuckled.
"I know, you just have a soft spot for Lije. That's okay, y'know, it happens."
Dave, heading out to join Kurt and Lije, stopped at the top of the steps and watched the little tableau. The body language was quite relaxed and familial and Dave was glad because, in a split second, he had felt a little pang as he watched his lover standing so closely to another man. A man he was sure still harbored murky, unresolved feelings for his clueless lover. He sighed, though, because he knew he was being silly and turned to go back inside. Let them have their bonding moment, he told himself, and smiled, feeling as if he'd just taken the high road.
Eventually Carole came out to tell Finn and Kurt that Puck was getting ready to depart for the longer flight to England. They had all taken the opportunity to refresh themselves and now they would settle in and try not to be bored on the long, transatlantic leg of their journey.
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KHDK
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The flight attendant, a slender dark-skinned young man by the name of Alex, moved through the cabin adjusting a blanket here, altering the angle of an air vent there. Most everyone was dozing – or at least trying to – at this half-way mark in their flight. They were scheduled to arrive at Gatwick at 6 a.m. GMT and he, having worked for Mr. Karofsky for a couple of years now, knew he would be set up in a nice hotel when he got there and then get a flight back home, all on the company's dime. He was what could be called freelance because he had another job that allowed for flexibility in his schedule and this paid so well, although he'd left commercial flying years before.
He also didn't mind that Mr. Karofsky was gay and was now engaged to the singer whose head was now lolling against the larger man's shoulder. To each his own, he'd always said, and as he moved like a ghost about the spacious cabin, he smiled at how comfortable the two men looked. The singer had lucked out, to his mind, having snagged one of the most decent men he'd known. It didn't even register sometimes that Mr. Karofsky was so freaking rich; in a way he was just a regular guy who just happened to have a ton of money.
Alex returned to his seat after seeing to the passengers and put on his headset; listening to music always put him in a vaguely trance-like state that wasn't quite sleep. He was still on duty, after all; he had to be ready for anything at a moment's notice and he was pretty damned good at his job. He settled back to think about his little chica waiting for him back home. They planned to get married within a year or so and this side job would put a lot of green in the wedding fund they both had going. He smiled and settled in; it was nice when things flowed smoothly for once in your life.
"Oh, boo, my bathroom has a claw-foot Victorian tub! Whoo-hoo!" Mercedes' beaming face made Kurt crack up as he allowed her to tow him to her room.
Dave shook his head as he watched the friends dash out of his and Kurt's suite. His business manager at his London office had booked them into Alexander House; a great idea because it was only 15 minutes' drive from Gatwick. Dave had felt that limiting the amount of time spent on the road would be for the best. The children were already punchy and cranky from the amount of time they'd spent in the air.
Now he strolled to the French windows of his suite and stepped out onto the private terrace that was paved with what appeared to be local quarry stone. He gazed down onto the award-winning gardens, smiling at their pristine beauty. He'd been told the hotel was set in 175 acres of mature parkland and he had been intrigued. He had never stayed here before but he was happy at his man's choice of hotels. He was certain that Rachel and Carole would be as charmed as Kurt and Mercedes with Alexander House's exquisite setting, not to mention their 5-star spa.
They would only be in England for the day, leaving for France the next morning and reaching the villa by noon. Kurt had offered to babysit the boys while Ian took Burt, Finn, Carole and Rachel on a little bit of a sight-seeing tour in London and he had been taken up on his offer.
Now Dave could hear his lover and Mercedes' voices as they chatted on the way to Finn and Rachel's suite to collect the boys. He didn't mind spending a quiet day with his lover as he babysat his nephews; it filled him with a deep-down warmth just watching Kurt interact with Lije. If he were being completely honest, he'd have to admit that it sort of turned him on, too, but he would keep that tidbit to himself for now.
Kurt came in with Lije in his arms as Mercedes followed with Sean's little hand clasped in hers. They were loaded down with diaper bags and toys and a little blanket that had seen better days. Sean immediately ran over to David when he spied him coming through the door and Dave stepped back to let the little chap run past him onto the terrace.
He chuckled at the boy's energy and took some of his toys from 'Cedes to take out to him. He settled down to a rousing game that seemed to be more about crashing various vehicles into each other and listened interestedly as the boy chattered away.
Kurt came out and settled himself and Lije into one of the comfy looking lounge chairs, the baby resting on his chest but looking around avidly at everything in sight. Mercedes, too, took a chair and sat back to turn her face up to the mild sunlight. She had never been to England before but the beauty of the extensive grounds and fabulously preened gardens fit her picture of what the English countryside ought to look like.
Kurt bounced Lije as he and 'Cedes chatted casually, his eyes straying every now and again to David sitting on the ground and playing with a hyperactive Sean. He was sure that within a short time the little boy's energy would begin to flag and then he would be out for the count for a little while. He would let him sleep in their bed rather than return to his parents' suite, that way he wouldn't have to be going back and forth from his rooms to theirs.
He found himself once again wishing this wouldn't have to end but he knew he had to return to work in a short while. He promised himself to stop leaping ahead and just enjoy each moment – live in the moment, Kurt, he admonished himself – and smiled at how happy and relaxed Mercedes looked.
Now he told her: "When you're back for the wedding, you'll be staying long enough to do the whole sight-seeing, tourist thing then..."
"Mmm-hmmm, true; I want to see the London Eye – I'm too much of a coward to ride on it – and visit all sorts of museums and, oh, double-decker buses! I really want to go on of those and I want to see the Crown Jewels and …" she continued to list all the things and places she had only ever read about and Kurt relaxed further as he let the chatter flow over him.
Lije had taken to grabbing Kurt's nose and trying to rub his little teeth on it and Kurt was doing his best to evade them. The baby chuckled each time Kurt moved his head abruptly, his drool soaking into his little duck-covered bib. Kurt widened his bright blue-green eyes at the baby comically just to make him giggle some more and, eventually, Sean came over to see what all the laughter was about.
He leaned against the arm of Kurt's chair and watched his brother with Unca Kurtie, as his mama said he should call him. He sometimes wished he was little again because everybody played more with Lije than with him. His attention, however, was drawn back to Unca Davey who had taken up one of his Tonka trucks and was examining the bottom of it. He ran back to him and took it, turning a switch on the bottom and letting the lights and siren play loudly.
He laughed at the amazed look on his uncle's face and then set it down to let it run around. He corralled the other vehicles and he and the very large man continued to play with them.
Dave, having noticed the look on Sean's face when he was standing beside Kurt and his baby brother, decided to pay more attention to the little boy from now on. He promised himself that when the boy got a little older, he would introduce him to the joys of model airplanes. With that decision made, he suddenly announced: "Hmmm, I have a sudden craving for ice cream but," and he sighed forlornly, an exaggeratedly sad look on his face: "I have no one to go with me."
He gazed off over the terrace's parapet to hide the little grin on his face when he felt a tiny hand come to rest on his forearm. A little voice declared: "I'll come with you, Unca Davey!"
Sean didn't want his uncle to be sad and the others looked like they just wanted to sleep in the sun. He didn't mind going – especially as there was ice cream to be had!
"Oh, thank you, Sean, that's really great of you. Let's go!" Dave climbed to his feet and threw a wink at Kurt as he took Sean's little hand in his larger fist.
Kurt simply grinned and wiggled his fingers at him, having seen through David's ploy to give the little boy some undivided attention. Mercedes smiled softly at the two as they left and then turned to her boo.
"Y'know, sweetie, you two are gonna make great parents!" She smiled at the faint blush on Kurt's cheeks, noting that a few freckles were already beginning to pop up on the fair skin. She'd always liked Kurt's freckles, thinking that they gave him an air of innocence that oddly enough didn't detract from his innate sophistication.
"I really hope so, 'Cedes… I've been wondering which route to go – adoption or surrogacy," he smiled at the baby whose energy was flagging noticeably. He knew it was almost time for his bottle and a nap and the sunshine and fresh air were also a plus.
"Well, I think you should go with surrogacy; that way the babies will share your DNA or Dave's. I think if you can handle it, you could also adopt. It doesn't have to be either or, y'know," she looked seriously at her friend as she spoke.
Kurt nodded, a thoughtful look in his eye. "I admit I didn't think of both as an option. Hmmm, I'm going to talk to David and see what he thinks about that."
The two friends sat quietly then and soaked in the ambience of the hotel's glorious setting. Having spent so many hours on the plane coming over, it was wonderful to stretch out and hear only the faint hum of insects and the soft susurration of a light breeze through the shrubbery. Transatlantic trips weren't his favorite but they were unavoidable, depending on where you needed to go.
Mercedes closed her eyes, a little smile on her face. She had been an only child so she had no nieces or nephews but watching Kurt and David with their nephews made her smile in anticipation. She knew not too many years would pass before her boys presented her with a niece or nephew to spoil. Oh yes, as often as she could manage, Auntie 'Cedes was going to be a pain in Dave and Kurt's necks.
At her little chuckle, Kurt turned his head but when she didn't enlighten him, just laid there with a grin on her face and her eyes closed, he shrugged and turned his attention back to the sweet little baby once again staring at him. He stroked the baby's fine hair and, after dropping a kiss on his forehead, settled back to get him to doze off.
He loved his life; having David, his family and friends, the upcoming wedding to plan and then, beyond that, to having children, he had so much to give thanks for. Rocking slightly with the baby against his shoulder he smiled and closed his eyes.
Thanks.
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TBC
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A/N 2: I'm really grateful for the few who still review but I know a lot of you guys continue to read this. So, please, review and let me know what you think, okay?
