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.

It was as if, when Phil's heart monitor started that deep, monotonous beep, Jeff's heart stopped with it. The smile that he had graced little Larissa with moments before now faded, tears shimmering in his eyes because he knew, he knew what this meant. Phil was dying, or dead, or any associated word. He wasn't where he needed to be from a health perspective, in any case. Right now, he should be holding their newborn daughter, cooing at her and making funny faces and trying to make her laugh. Instead, he was on the bed, being forcibly paddled back into existence.

Larissa, who was sleeping soundly in her tiny incubator, didn't even notice her father's distress. Less than an hour hold, she was so tiny Jeff could have held her in his hand and not be afraid to drop her. The tiny diaper she wore looked more like a swimming pool, the straps covering the entire width of her little belly. Now, the tears fell. Jeff would never admit to them later, but they streaked down his face and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop them. Finally, he just succumbed to them, knowing deep down that the only one who would ever know of his weakness was his slumbering daughter.

And then, a miracle occurred. The doctor, his voice frantic, ordered the charge to be upped to the next degree. He put the paddles to Phil's chest, shouting 'clear', and then the deep, monotonous beep turned into a series of beeps, the middle slightly higher than the other two. Suddenly, another flat line. Jeff dared to turn around, watching in stupefied awe as the doctor put the paddles to Phil's chest again, pushing the electricity into his body. The subsequent jolt and the flutter of the heart monitor were enough to give him a flicker of hope.

This went on for several minutes. At first, it would seem as if the charge took, but then the dreaded flat line would return. The doctor was now cursing under his breath, desperate to stabilize his patient before they lost all hope of saving him. One more time. The charge was increased marginally. He placed the paddles to Phil's chest. Pumped the electricity in. A flutter, another, and suddenly... he was back. The monitor stabilized and an oxygen mask was slipped over Phil's mouth, and Jeff knew that he had never felt such a flood of relief in his life. Phil was going to live.

Three Weeks Later

Life had, for the most part, returned to normal. Phil had been allowed home after a week, but Larissa had only come home a few days earlier. For not having much contact with either parent for the first three weeks of her life, she had adapted marvelously well. The doctor was amazed at how healthy she was, and prescribed a steel baseball bat to fend off all future courtiers. And Adam, true to his word, had mailed in his resignation and had received an official notice of his termination a week later. He was now a model for All World Promotions, but Randy insisted there was no rush to start working.

"I'm home!" Adam called out to no-one in particular. He had been to the doctor to check-in on the baby. While it was still too early to tell the gender, the doctor assured him that the baby was healthy. "Brielle? Alannah? Where are you guys?"

"We're in here, Mommy!" Brielle announced, meaning the sitting room. And then, in a softer voice, she giggled, "No, silly, that one goes there."

Adam took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, before entering the sitting room and leaning on the doorframe. "And what, exactly, are you two doing?" He asked, the corners of his lips turning up in a small smile.

"You can't see them!" Brielle suddenly exclaimed, before throwing herself over the table.

Alannah giggled cutely. "Brie-Brie, you're leaning in the glue!"

"I am?" Brielle asked, before sitting up. Her face contorted into a childish look of disgust. "Eww! It's all icky and sticky!"

Adam rolled his eyes, unable to fight off the amused look that threatened to take over his face. "It's supposed to be sticky, dear. It's glue. It's used for sticking things together." He said this matter-of-factly, his tone as dry as aged wood.

"What are you -," Randy cut himself off as he looked at the mess in his sitting room, and he found himself caught between getting angry and just bursting out into hysterical laughter. He chose the later. "You guys made a mess!"

Brielle bounced up, dragging Alannah with her. The little girl put a hand on her soon-to-be sister's dress, not realizing it was covered with glue. "Aren't they pretty?" Brielle asked, smiling broadly.

Adam managed a peak over Randy's shoulder, the smile on his face blossoming fully when he realized what his little girl was holding. In her hand, she proudly held one of the make-it-yourself wedding invitations that Randy had bought at the store the week before. Adam could remember shooting his fiancé an odd look and asking weren't we going to have them made-to-order? Randy had only smiled and tossed them into the basket, saying, my sister used these for her wedding, said she saved a whole hell of a lot of money - thought I'd try them out.

Of course, it had never actually occurred to Adam that Randy was practically made of money and really didn't need to be worrying about spending two-hundred fifty dollars on some made-to-order wedding invitations. And, in the three weeks since Phil's near-death-experience, he had actually met Randy's sister. If those two dollar make-it-yourself invitations were good enough for her, then he guessed he could live with them as well. Now, he knew the truth. Brielle and Alannah had practically been begging to help out in some way, and this was the easiest way to do it.

"They're beautiful." Randy said with a smile, even if he was lying through his teeth. Even with the example on the box, Brielle and Alannah had put some... extra additions on the cards. They looked like an eighteen wheeler had run them down. "Don't you think so, Addy?"

Adam raised an eyebrow. "I thought I wasn't allowed to see?" He asked.

Suddenly, Brielle crushed the invitation to her chest. "He can't see them!" A few seconds later, she realized the card was glued to her dress. "Eww!"

Adam rolled his eyes. "I think that it's bath time for two little girls, and I think that their names are Brielle and Alannah."

Alannah's pretty eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently. "No bath, no bath!" She tried to make her hand into a fist, only to realize that it was stuck to Brielle's dress. "Brie! Your dress got me!"

Randy chuckled, before kneeling down and gently starting to work his daughter's hand off of Brielle's dress. "Yeah, I definitely think that it's bath time. Addy, grab Brielle. I'll be up in a second."

Adam was one step ahead of him, removing Brielle's dress to make Randy's job easier, before carrying her, kicking and screaming, to the upstairs bathroom. For a child that weighed significantly less than one should at her age, she certainly could put up one hell of a fight. Once inside the bathroom, he set her down on the toilet and started to run the water - making sure that it wasn't too hot and to put in extra bubbles, knowing how Brielle liked to sit and play with them. She had never had a bubble bath before.

Once Brielle was out of her underwear, he plopped her down in the tub. At first, she protested, flinging warm water and bubbles at him, but eventually calmed herself and came to enjoy it. Adam barely even noticed the sound of the door opening, but knew the pitter-patter of little feet and moved aside just enough for Randy to guide Alannah into the tub. It seemed like all of the earlier protesting was long forgotten, as they both splashed around happily, ducking away from the other's bubble-assault. It truly was an adorable sight.

Randy leaned forward, pressing his lips to the shell of Adam's ear to make sure that the little girls couldn't hear. "And how about, after the little misses are in bed, Mommy and Daddy have some fun in the bathtub as well?"

Adam allowed a faint blush to dance across his cheeks, followed by a sly smile. "I can't wait."

"So, are you planning on telling me what that doctor's appointment was about?" Randy asked, sipping his glass of red wine casually.

Adam, who sat in the tub across from Randy, slid his foot over the tanned man's muscular leg affectionately. "No, I wasn't." And then, with a smile, "It's a surprise."

Randy frowned. "I don't like surprises."

Adam shrugged, easing himself lower into the tub. "I know that you don't. But this one? I think you'll like it quite a bit."

And suddenly, Adam was slithering through the water, his torso on top of Randy's legs, moving up... slowly but surely... advancing on his prize. Gently tugging on Randy's hips, he pulled them just far enough out of the water to gain access to his flaccid cock. A wicked smile was twisting across Adam's face. Randy opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to protest about Adam's chosen method of deterring him off course, but Adam would have none of it. Swooping down, he took Randy in and swallowed him down in one steady movement. Randy gripped the sides of the tub for support, throwing his head back with a certain caution, knowing that the tile wall was dangerously close by.

Adam twisted his head to the side, curving his tongue around the thick, meaty base, and slowly drawing it up until it hooked around the mushroom head. Drawing back ever so slightly, hair floating uselessly in the water around him, he scraped his teeth over the highly-sensitive slit, fingers toying with his balls, which were still beneath the water. Randy was fully erect now, pre-cum slowly dribbling from the slit with every scrape of Adam's teeth. Incoherent mumblings were tumbling from his mouth, and when he would buck his hips, frantic for more of Adam's hot mouth about him, water would slosh over the side of the tub and wet the floor messily.

But then, the levee broke. Suddenly, Adam's mouth opened wide and he took all that Randy had to offer, swirled his tongue around the base, and yanked up. Quicker now, he started a brutally unrelenting pace that had Randy seeing stars. His head bounced up and down in the water, causing a sort of current to form. His other hand, which had been resting on the side of the bathtub, now stroked down the wet, hot mess of Randy's chest. Abandoning the hot, heavy cock for only a moment, he touched his tongue to the sparkling tan skin there and drew patterns over his chest, his hand still working Randy under the water. And that was his undoing.

"Fuck!" Randy's hips bucked up, his cock peeking out of the water as he released his milky seed. The water around him became slightly discolored.

"You want to know what my Ma told me when she held me back for those few minutes before we left?" Adam asked. Randy, totally incoherent after the bliss of his orgasm, could barely nod. "She told me that she could tell you were a good man, one who would never push me into a situation I wasn't ready for."

Randy, suddenly serious, nodded gravely. "That's true."

"Well, if that is true, then you'll let me surprise you... just this once." Adam said, a hopeful look in his eyes.

And how could Randy deny him that? "Okay." He mumbled. And then he kissed him.