p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""What are these for?" Bree eyes her present curiously, shakes it beside her ear./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Chase glances at me from the corner of his eye. "Open them." Everyone tears into the wrapping paper of their respective gifts. Adam and Leo pull theirs out first. Adam holds the socks towards Davenport and Douglass, who happen to be sitting beside each other./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I think these are yours: emWorld's Favorite Uncle/em." Then he pauses, looks at them again, and leaps to his feet. "Oh my gosh!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Bree's scream is no language I know as she knocks her chair over in an attempt to hug me. Fisted in her hand is a shirt that says emI am a Super Aunt./em As everyone finishes opening their presents, similar reactions ensue. Leo received a baseball cap saying emWorld's Okayest Uncle/em; my parents both have shirts saying emGrandma Cooks the Best Cookies/em and emGrandpa Tells the Best Stories/em, respectively. Even Eddy has a digital shirt that says emI'm not the Baby Monitor!/em Douglass and Davenport hold up their shirts, look at the other's, then frown at us. Davenport's says emDon't You Wish Your Grandpa was Rich Like Me/em and emDouglass' reads Don't You Wish Your Grandpa was Evil Like Me./em I hold my hands out in surrender./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""It wasn't my idea. Both of you are dads to Chase."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"To my surprise, Douglass is the first to cry. I had expected Adam or Leo. "I'm going to be a grandfather," he sniffles, holding the shirt tenderly. "I want my little grandbaby to call me gramps."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""No, I was going to be called Gramps!" Mr. Davenport protests. They begin an argument that everyone else tunes out. Chase smiles at me and places a hand over my tummy, then leans down and kisses it./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I'm going to be a dad," he beams. I stroke his hair. "And you are going to be a spectacular mother. I love you, Audriana Ortiz-Davenport."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I love you, too, Chase Davenport."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Aaand... We are done! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry that it took so long for me to start updating again; I decided to knock it all out and finish the story so it was no longer hanging over my head. Did you figure out what her greatest fear is (or did I mention that already)?/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Chase glances at me from the corner of his eye. "Open them." Everyone tears into the wrapping paper of their respective gifts. Adam and Leo pull theirs out first. Adam holds the socks towards Davenport and Douglass, who happen to be sitting beside each other./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I think these are yours: emWorld's Favorite Uncle/em." Then he pauses, looks at them again, and leaps to his feet. "Oh my gosh!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"Bree's scream is no language I know as she knocks her chair over in an attempt to hug me. Fisted in her hand is a shirt that says emI am a Super Aunt./em As everyone finishes opening their presents, similar reactions ensue. Leo received a baseball cap saying emWorld's Okayest Uncle/em; my parents both have shirts saying emGrandma Cooks the Best Cookies/em and emGrandpa Tells the Best Stories/em, respectively. Even Eddy has a digital shirt that says emI'm not the Baby Monitor!/em Douglass and Davenport hold up their shirts, look at the other's, then frown at us. Davenport's says emDon't You Wish Your Grandpa was Rich Like Me/em and emDouglass' reads Don't You Wish Your Grandpa was Evil Like Me./em I hold my hands out in surrender./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""It wasn't my idea. Both of you are dads to Chase."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"To my surprise, Douglass is the first to cry. I had expected Adam or Leo. "I'm going to be a grandfather," he sniffles, holding the shirt tenderly. "I want my little grandbaby to call me gramps."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""No, I was going to be called Gramps!" Mr. Davenport protests. They begin an argument that everyone else tunes out. Chase smiles at me and places a hand over my tummy, then leans down and kisses it./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I'm going to be a dad," he beams. I stroke his hair. "And you are going to be a spectacular mother. I love you, Audriana Ortiz-Davenport."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;""I love you, too, Chase Davenport."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11.2px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Aaand... We are done! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry that it took so long for me to start updating again; I decided to knock it all out and finish the story so it was no longer hanging over my head. Did you figure out what her greatest fear is (or did I mention that already)?/span/p