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Justin sat, staring at the phone. He was desperately trying to decide whether to call his dad back or let the fucker wait forever.

He sighed as he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" said the voice at the other end of the phone. Justin wasn't surprised that it was a woman's voice instead of his fathers.

"Hi. Can I speak to my –I mean Craig Taylor please?" he asked.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Just tell him its Justin."

"Hold on one minute." The voice said.

Justin wasn't surprised that she didn't recognize the name. Craig probably hadn't even mentioned he had a son, let alone a gay son.

"Justin?" His father had finally come to the phone after about five minutes of waiting.

"Yea dad. Its me."

"Ok. Lets get right to the reason I called. You're married?"

"Yea dad. To Brian."

"I don't want to hear about that. How could you marry him? Its not legal for you to get married here."

"No shit. We had a civil ceremony."

"I can't believe this Justin…"

"What's not to believe? The fact that I'm 33 years old and can make my own decisions? That I decided to marry the person I love?"

"You don't love him…"

"It's been 16 years dad! Believe me…I love him more than anything in my life."

" But it's not legal!"

"It doesn't matter! All that matters is that we love each other. Is this all you called me for? To argue with me that my marriage wasn't real?"

" No Justin. I wanted to see if it was actually true."

"Well it is. Bye dad. And don't bother calling back."

Justin slammed the phone down on the desk.

"DAMMIT!" he yelled as he sank to the floor. He put his head in his hands and began to cry. He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Brian sat down next to him and pulled Justin into his arms, smoothing his hand over Justin's hair and planting tiny kissed on the top of his head.

"Why does he do this to me? I don't understand how everything I talk to him I end up feeling like crap afterwards." Justin said as he cried.

" I don't know. I wish I could tell you," Brian said as he smoothed his hand over Justin's hair.

" Why can't he just accept it?"

"I don't know."

" And why the fuck do I keep taking this shit from him. Why can't I learn?"

"That I do know. Because he's your father and you still think that one-day he'll come to that door and he'll welcome you back into his life with a smile and open arms. But deep down inside you know that it'll never happen and you don't want to accept it. That's why you put yourself through this."

Brian put his hand under Justin's chin and lifted his face to meet his gaze.

"Justin. Listen to me. Fuck 'em. If he can't be happy for you then fuck 'em. I told you that a long time ago. And I know you don't want to forget him but what else can you do? Keep taking this shit from him? You can't keep doing that."

Justin looked up at Brian. He was right. Justin wiped the tears from his cheek and began to stand up.

"Fuck 'em."

It had been about a week since the whole Justin-Dad fiasco and he was feeling a lot better about his decision to say fuck it and go on with his life.

"Justin. We can send him an e-card. We don't need to buy him a gift."

Brian was wining about getting Ted a birthday gift.

" We are not sending him an e-card. So shut up and walk."

After about three hours of walking…who knew the man was so hard to shop for? They finally decided on something and walked towards the food court. On the way there they passed the toy store. Justin looked inside and saw all the kids playing and it reminded him of when Gus was that age. He smiled and kept walking with Brian, who by now was pissed and wining like said children in the store.

Justin sighed and said, "fine. We got the gift. We can go home now."

A smile of relief spread across Brian's face as he grabbed Justin's hand and dragged him out of the mall.

Justin was sitting at the table wrapping Ted's gift when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, " Brian said before he could get up. He heard the loft door open and then Brian let out a grunt.

What the fuck he thought as he turned around to see Gus wrapping his father in a bear hug.

"Jesus Christ Sonnyboy, you spend too much time around Deb," Brian said as he pried Gus from around his waist. Gus passed by his father ad came over to give Justin a hello hug. He had forgotten that Gus was going to be staying with them for a couple of days.

" Hey little man. How are you." Justin asked as he hugged Gus.

"When are you going to stop calling me that? I'm not little anymore…I'm taller than you." Gus replied.

Justin watched and a hand gripped Gus's shoulder.

" You may be taller than him, but you're still smaller than me…little man" Brian said with a smirk.

Justin laughed as Gus playfully punched his dad in the arm. Brian reciprocated by playing hurt and then grabbing Gus's arm and holding it behind his back.

"I give! I give!" Gus said through his laughter.

"That's what I thought." Brian said with a smile.

"Truce?"

Brian held out his hand for Gus to shake on it. Gus shook his hand but before he went to his room he gave Brian one more shove and tore ass down the stairs with Brian following him.

Justin laughed and went back to wrapping the present. He loved to watch Brian with his son. It was a side of him that not many people got to see. He had always thought it would be nice to have that kind of relationship.

Then it hit him…

The kids in the toy store…

Brian with Gus….

He wanted to be a dad.

Later that night…

Justin sat in bed and watched as Brian undressed.

"Brian?" he said as Brian walked over to the bed.

"Hmm?"

" I want a baby."

Too cliché? Don't worry…this is going somewhere good…I promise…lol!