Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Mpreg, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Violence, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, etc.

"Her name is… Brielle?" Judy forced out. She didn't seem upset, no, a better word for it would be shocked. "And she is my… granddaughter? Your… daughter? She's yours?" She continued to make the connections, unable to look away from the pretty child.

"Yeah, Ma. It's a… well, it's a long story. If you don't mind, maybe I could tell it to you over some coffee?" Adam offered, his smile sort of lopsided and extremely hopeful. But the truth was in his eyes. He was absolutely terrified.

"Of course, of course. You two must be freezing out there! Come in, come in." With a shaky hand, she ushered her son and granddaughter into the house. It was only when she was about to shut the door that she noticed there was someone else outside, "Adam, who is this?"

"Oh, Ma, that's Randy. He's -," but Randy cut him off.

"I was just about to head home, actually. I wouldn't want to ruin the family reunion." Randy forced out behind a blank smile.

Adam blinked several times as he tried to understand what Randy had just said. "What?"

"I told you that you and Brielle were my number one priority. Nothing else matters to me, aside from my own daughter back home. You're happy and safe now, so you really don't need me anymore." Randy shrugged, trying to come off as indifferent. It didn't work.

Adam set Brielle down on the floor, even as she whined at the loss. "Why don't you go see what grandma's been cooking, baby?"

"But, Mommy…" Brielle whined, pulling on the side of his jeans. "I want Mommy."

It was at that point that Judy intervened. "You know, I have a special present for a certain little girl." Brielle turned around, her eyes shimmering with tears that had not fallen yet. Judy handed her the dolly. "It used to be Adam's, but I don't think he'd mind."

Brielle smiled as the doll's hair tumbled over her little arms. She hugged it tight to her chest and swung it back and forth. "Really, Mommy? Can I have the dolly? Pretty please?" She stuck out her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes as quickly as she could.

"Yes, baby. You can have the dolly. Why don't you see if grandma can fix some of the holes in it while I go talk to Randy." Adam said.

"If that's the plan, Adam, then I'd suggest you hurry." Judy subtly inclined her head to the door. "That boy moves awfully fast."

Adam rolled his eyes, remembering when he had tried to leave the first time. "Don't remind me."

Adam raced out the front door, listening to the soft clatter as the wind forced it closed behind him. It was as if Judy could see into the future by whatever mystical means, because Randy had already packed all of his stuff back into the rental car and was now behind the steering wheel, looking for the keys in order to drive off. He didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry, however, until he saw Adam slowly making his way toward the car. Now, with fumbling hands, he forced the key into the ignition and tried to start the car. It wouldn't catch, however.

Adam touched a hand to the window, waiting until Randy finally abandoned his task and rolled the window down. For several minutes, Randy steadfastly ignored the man outside his window. Finally, having no other choice, he rolled down the window and peered outside. Adam leaned against the car door, staring into Randy's blue eyes. The eyes were filled with hurt and confusion, and beneath it all, so much angst that it made Adam's heart hurt. How could it have gotten this bad? How could all of this have downgraded so quickly?

"What is the meaning of this, Randy?" Adam asked, almost afraid of how the shorter man would answer. "You said that we were your number one priority, so why would you just turn your back on us now?"

Randy blinked dumbly. "I told you – you're happy and safe now, so you don't need me anymore."

"Is that all you think you are to us? A safe haven to be tapped into 'as needed'?" Adam looked insulted. "That's really sad, Randy."

"Look, I know what I said. I told you that I love you. I meant it, and I still do. You two mean the world to me. But I can't…" he trailed off, "I'm not sure that I can be the man the two of you need me to be. I love you, but -,"

Adam sighed. "You love me, but you don't think that that will be enough?" He asked. Randy nodded, his eyes downcast. "I can certainly tell you that Wade didn't love me, and neither did Chris. You already have quite a head start."

"Brielle needs a father." Randy continued.

"And you're already a father. And a damn good one, I might add." Adam smiled softly.

Randy smiled a little at that, but a dark flush came over his cheeks. "I'm far from perfect."

"I'm not asking for perfect. I'm just asking for you to try."

At that moment, Judy lifted a laughing Brielle into the air, spinning her around in wide circles to mimic a helicopter. Brielle was laughing, her blonde wavy hair falling around her in a sort of halo. She looked so beautiful. It stole both of their breath away. Adam took Randy's momentary distraction as the chance to slide into the passenger seat and close the door softly behind him. Randy, startled out of his silent reverie by the sudden noise, turned to face him. Shock was written on his face, but it slowly melted away to a look of… pleasure.

Leaning forward, Adam closed the distance between them and kissed him softly. It was little more than a tentative brush of the lips, but it still made Randy's heart flutter as if a thousand butterflies had been released in his chest. Acting on instinct alone, he reacted. Taking hold of Adam's silken blond hair, he pulled the blond into his chest and deepened the kiss, dragging his tongue over the taller man's bottom lip. Moaning, he sucked the plump bottom lip in between his teeth and sucked on it softly.

Randy was the first to draw back, a confused look on his face. It was almost as if he couldn't believe what he had done. But Adam wouldn't let him think like that. He couldn't let him think like that. Adam and Brielle needed Randy, and somehow, he needed to prove that fact to Randy. He took hold of Randy's neck and pulled him back, their lips connecting in a brutal kiss that left both tasting the coppery tang of blood. But he didn't pull back, and he didn't let Randy pull back either. Only when both were in need of air did they pull away.

"I don't know what else I can do to prove to you that I love you." Adam said, staring into Randy's eyes. "We both need each other, Randy. It wasn't an accident that we met and you know it. Phil and Mike knew we would be perfect for each other."

Randy flushed at the memory. "They knew that I wasn't gay, though." He looked away from Adam, trying to conceal his embarrassment. "Are you saying that it was fate that we met?"

Adam shook his head. "No, I don't believe in fate. If I believed in fate, then I would have died a long time ago. Nobody should have to live through what we endured, but we survived. There has to be a reason for that."

"I think Randy's in love." Mike snickered. Phil chuckled when he realized that the brunette hadn't taken his eyes off of Adam since the dance started.

"I am not." Randy said defiantly. "But, I have to admit that he is… charming."

"He's hot." Phil called out, the only one of them who wasn't drunk off of his rocker.

"Why don't we call him over and see how much you don't like him?" Mike offered and Phil nodded. He motioned for the blond beauty to come over, and after a second, he danced over to their table.

So, this was the table of VIPs that Eve had been so worried about. Adam rolled his eyes. Two of them were so captivated by the other dancers that they couldn't walk away unsatisfied. But the man in the middle, well… he seemed a little out of place and extremely uncomfortable. He would have to remedy that. Slowly, he slid onto the man's lap and thrust down his hips.

Mike stuffed a bottle of wine into his hands, because it was well-known that when he was drunk he loosened up. He downed a quarter of the bottle and slammed it down on the table, before he leaned forward and kissed the man. Randy's eyes were blown wide, and Adam kissed the man once more. The music was starting to wind down, so he rose and walked back toward the stage.

Randy was head over heels in lust.

Randy pulled himself from the memory, the ghost of a smile on his face. "Well, then, I guess we have Phil and Mike to thank for this after all."

"Yeah, I guess so." He returned the smile happily. "Are you ready to head in there now? I'm sure that my Ma would love to meet you – for real, this time. If you go in there, there's no walking away at the last minute." Adam said.

Randy looked into the window, watching as Brielle flew through the air, laughing happily. "I think so."

Adam kissed his cheek. "You think so? I know so."

Tenderly, Randy spread the blond's legs and settled himself between his muscular thighs. His blue eyes danced over Adam's body, a small smile dancing across his lips. It wasn't the first time that he had taken the opportunity to admire the blond's body, but it never ceased to amaze him just how beautiful the blond was. Taking one slick finger, he teased it over the blond's entrance. Adam bucked his hips against it, the feeling of it breaching his tight muscles and slipping inside one of absolute bliss. He had needed this so badly.

Randy twisted the finger around, loving the way Adam's body reacted to the simple stimuli. When he deemed him ready to take another finger, he removed both, slicked them with lube, and slipped them both into the blond's tight channel. Adam's nose wrinkled cutely, before a breathy moan fell past his lips. He slammed his hips down on Randy's fingers, screaming in absolute ecstasy as they brushed his prostate. Randy smirked. Another finger was added, and he scissored them slowly. Adam had become a mess of mewling moans.

"You ready for me, baby?" He would add that he didn't want to hurt Adam or force him if he wasn't ready, but he guessed that that was already a given. Adam nodded quickly, too blissed-out to utter coherent words.

Randy slicked his erection, before sliding in to Adam's hot channel with one smooth thrust. Nice and easy, there was no need to rush. Not anymore. He lifted Adam's legs, starting a smooth, comfortable pace. But Adam wouldn't have any of that. He clenched his channel, loving the way all of the color drained out of Randy's face. Randy sped up, the head of his cock hammering into Adam's prostate. With the change in angle and speed, it only took a few minutes for Adam to cum. When he clenched around Randy again, Randy spilled inside of him.

Carefully, Randy pulled out and fell down beside Adam, his breathing heavy. "I love you so much." He said breathlessly.

"I love you too." Adam said. "And you're not going anywhere. I won't let you."

Randy smiled, kissing Adam's forehead softly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."