Chapter Two: Dear Brian

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Being a baby genius, Stewie knew all his letters and could type a letter, and his vocabulary was more than satisfactory. He set Rupert on the other side of the room, in his crib, so he could have privacy while he wrote the letter to Brian.

"Dearest Brian," Was the first greeting he typed, then quickly erased. Sighing, he began again.

"Dear Brian,

I value the way you saved me at the pool today, it was very unselfish, and heroic. Not saying that you're selfish. You're very unselfish. And by the way you saved me today, you showed me how unselfish you truly are. But your ways aren't why I'm writing, or maybe they are, I'm not quite sure. But there is no way I can truly explain my gratitude towards you. The way you saved me today at the pool, really opened my eyes, and because of that, I have this strange feeling within me. I actually thought you looked pretty in the sunlight. What am I supposed to make of that? And when you revived me, with your kiss of life, it made me remember times when we were undercover or had a plan that involved a kiss between us, and I actually enjoyed your kiss. How embarrassing, I know. You must feel something for me, Brian, or you wouldn't have saved me. Maybe this is just a phase, but still...

Forever thankful,

Stewie Griffin"

He felt accomplished after writing the letter, although he was thinking of replacing "forever thankful" with "forever yours" but he wasn't sure on how Brian felt, so he decided to play it safe. He print it out, and quickly went to catch the paper from the printer in Meg's room. She was still downstairs, thankfully, so he snatched the paper from the printer and ran back into his room. He exited Word Pad on the laptop without saving, folded the paper, and hid it under his pillow. He looked over at Rupert, who was slouched over.

"This is extremely confidential, Rupert, I apologize for being so secretive." he apologized to the Teddy Bear, who responded by falling over from his slouched position.

Stewie looked to the pillow and smiled to himself. I won't send you yet, letter. He thought to himself. But in time, maybe, you'll be sent to Brian.

"Stewie!" called Lois, from the bathroom. "Come on sweetie, it's bath time."

"I will not get into that murder machine!" shouted Stewie. "Especially not with you there. You might try to kill me again."

"Now Stewie," sighed Lois. "You're drenched in chlorine."

"Now who's fault is that," mocked Stewie, glaring up at her.

"Young man," Lois picked him up and brought him in the bathroom, readying him for his bath. "I have all of your favorite bath time toys, and look, honey, bubbles."

"Ah yes, bubbles. That makes a great disguise for the one way trip to hell!" He was placed in the tub, checking the depths to see how shallow it was really. He finally gave in and sat in the tub, and got washed up. Lois dried him off and changed him. He wore little footsy pajamas, and went downstairs to eat dinner, then watch TV. The whole family (besides Peter and Brian, who were at the Drunken Clam) sat and watched television peacefully. Stewie sat at a little table drawing a picture of him destroying Lois as the family watched the news. Stewie wasn't such a great artist, but then again he was only an infant. But he tried drawing himself destroying Lois, and then a picture of him holding hands with Brian.

Maybe I'll give this to him, Stewie pondered in his mind. As a token of my thankfulness...and love.

It was getting late, so Lois put all the children to bed, kissing each of their foreheads and wishing them pleasant dreams, as she went to clean the kitchen to stifle her boredom. Stewie stayed up though, he stole the flashlight from the downstairs, kitchen cabinet and sat, re-reading the letter he wrote for Brian, wondering when the best time to give it to him was, or if he should keep it and use it as a diary sort of thing. Before drifting in a dream, he chose the second answer.

His dream was actually quite peaceful, although at one point, it consisted of world domination, but Stewie didn't rule the world alone, he had Brian at his side. He ruled side-by-side with his Brian, and right before they were about to kiss, he was awoken by the sunlight.

"Blast it." he said, rubbing his eyes. Do I really want to kiss Brian? I still feel like I felt yesterday...

He said up, and took out the letter, re-reading it once more. "He can't see this." he spoke to himself. "Not yet, maybe not ever. Brian mustn't know what I'm feeling, unless he feels the same." Stewie yawned and stretched and climbed out of the crib after replacing the letter back in his pillowcase. He grabbed Rupert's arm through the bars of his crib and walked out of his room and down the steps, seeing Brian and Peter both passed out on the couch. Stewie felt a pang of jealousy for the fat man, since he was laying on the same couch as the dog, the dog that Stewie suddenly felt for. But he let it slide, because Peter had Lois, and since Brian was only friends with Peter-and Brian knew he deserved a smart mate, just like himself...But then Stewie remembered Jillian, who was more stupid than Peter, and yet Brian dated her. Stewie wasn't sure what to feel about the two friends on the couch, but he glared at Peter.

Maybe he's just unsure, thought Stewie, and he walked into the kitchen for breakfast, to officially start off the first official day that he was in love with Brian Griffin.

Chapter Three: The Walk