Wow I really can't believe this is the end. I'm really going to miss this particular story, and all my readers who have been so wonderful to stick with me. But on a happier note, I am planning on writing a sequel! I don't know the title yet, but it probably won't be long before it's up and if you liked this story, I hope you will follow me to that one. I love you all. And one last time… I don't own these boys, all I own in this story is Charlotte. Please review when you get to the end. And God bless.

A familiar whine from the baby monitor alerted the fathers that their daughter was once again in need of something, and she was demanding it that moment.

"It's your turn," Justin slurred into his pillow as he buried his face further into it and pulled the comforter closer to his chin. Brian groaned and threw off his own covers.

"We know she's yours, because she never shuts her mouth," Brian said, smirking, as Justin grunted, indignantly, and swung wildly in retaliation, but missed by several feet. Brian chuckled, and leaned down, kissing Justin deeply. Justin grunted again, this time in surprise and leaned into the contact, following the lips for a moment when they pulled away. "No worries," Brian whispered, brushing Justin's hair back away from his face, "I love that mouth of yours," Justin laughed, rolling further over to get a better view of Brian, both grinning at each other. Brian was now kneeling on the bed, preparing to answer their daughter's request of attention, Justin was now lying out, his shirtless chest peeking out from under the duvet. Brian couldn't help but stare.

"What?" Justin asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You just look so… fuckable, lying out like that," Justin grinned, despite Brian growing up a bit and being more vocal about his love for the blonde, Justin loved it just a little bit more when Brian said things like that. They made him feel sexy and wanted, not like some domesticated parent/husband. He then grabbed the back of Brian's neck, pulling him down, kissing him hungrily. Brian instantly responded, putting most of his body weight on Justin before starting to kiss his jaw and neck. But then the baby monitor lit up and emitted a much more demanding fuss, almost like she was scolding them.

"The princess beacons," Justin reminded him, smiling contently, pushing Brian away lightly.

"And to think, my prince was just about to get the royal treatment," Brian teased. Justin grabbed his arm and pulled him back down quickly, kissing him hard,

"The prince can still get his treats when you get back." Justin claimed, beaming proudly at the dazed look on Brian's face.

"Yes, your highness," Brian replied, chuckling, as he exited the room, to go into the nursery. Justin laid back on the pillow, hardly believing that at one point he wasn't sure Brian would be here for this. The thought had crossed his mind, more than once, that if Brian died from the coma, Justin would die too, but Daphne and John would make great parents. But as the soft coos of Charlotte Rae Taylor-Kinney once again lit up the monitor, Justin knew this little girl was theirs.

"Hey, Moonbeam," Brian said so much in love that Justin knew that if most people heard Brian speak to his daughter, they wouldn't believe it was really him. Charlotte gurgled happily, recognizing the man who had entered her room. Brian moaned as he bent down to pick Charlotte up, "Ooh, I'm getting old, Charley" Brian claimed. "But don't tell Papa, we don't want him to go off and find some hot, younger stud," Justin rolled his eyes, but was smiling; "And I'd miss him too much if he did that," he loved this time of night. This had become something the two men did, saying sweet or even romantic things to Charlotte about the other, before saying, "Don't tell Daddy," or "Don't tell Papa," even though they knew the other was listening. Nothing was ever said about it once they were back in their bed, it was just something they did, and Justin knew he would miss it when Charlotte no longer needed a baby monitor.

"Yep, you are definitely your Papa's, you are never full," Justin rolled his eyes and rolled over in the bed, waiting for Brian to return.

When Justin's eyes opened they fell on the clock and he was slightly alarmed to see that an hour had passed since Brian had gone to get Charlotte. He quickly got out of the bed and headed into the nursery, gasping softly at the sight. Brian was asleep, with Charlotte sleeping his arms; he knew what he'd be drawing the next day as he gently removed the sleeping baby from her Daddy's arms. Brian immediately awoke, his eyes quickly focusing on Justin, who was laying Charlotte back in her crib.

"Sweet dreams, Princess," he whispered, kissing her head delicately, before turning back to Brian.

"I'm sorry, what time is it?" Brian asked groggily.

"3, I woke up and you weren't back, I got worried, come on." Justin grabbed Brian by the hand and pulled him up, "You stay in that position much longer and you'll be aching in the morning, old man," Justin teased, kissing him lightly. Brian smirked, following his husband hazily as sleep still lingered. When they fell into the bed, Brian swiftly wrapped his arms around Justin, as though worried that if he didn't hold him fast enough, Justin would leave. Instead, Justin sighed happily and cuddled into his husband's hold. Justin never took for granted Brian's embraces, breaths, words, or smiles, for he'd almost lost it all. Justin smirked as Brian's steady breathing alerted him that he was already asleep. Brian hadn't given the promised treat to "his prince" but as Brian's warmth engulfed him and Charlotte's light breathing could be heard through the baby monitor, Justin thought this treat was just fine.

Ok this is it folks. Hope you enjoyed this story more often than not and thank you for all the reviews. Just one more chapter to review, please…