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"I don’t like this." Michael groans as Gavin turns him around looking him in the eyes.
"It’s going to be fine, love. If only your collar would be as lovely looking as that smile you are going to greet this woman with." Gavin gives his lovely little Michael a stern face as he begins straightening it out. Michael rolls his eyes.
"It’s just, I’ve been thinking, ya know?" Michael raises his arms up. "Oh you guys don’t have a uterus? Here! Use mine!"
"Michael…" Gavin frowns.
"Like, what if she’s just in this for the money? Like how people breed dogs."
"Michael!"
"Excuse me, it’s not my fucking fault if she’s uses her vagina as a puppy mill." Michael stops talking when he sees a hurt look on Gavin’s face. "Fine…I’m sorry. I’m just so tired of having my heart broken by these women, Gav. Which is ironic because I don’t date women, so I shouldn’t be having my heart broken by them." Michael tries to continue to make jokes, but his strong head is faltering as tears meet his soft brown eyes.
"Hey." Gavin kisses Michael’s forehead, causing the redhead’s dimple to press into his freckled cheeks as he smiles. "We’re in this together. I swear I have a good feeling about this one." Gavin nods. "And this isn’t like the adoptions, ok? She’s not giving a baby that she’s made with someone else. This one is special ordered." Gavin gives Michael another smile. Michael chuckles.
"Custom mold?" Michael bites his lip and grins at the beautiful man in front of him.
"Just for us." Gavin wraps his arms around Michael who happily leans his head on Gavin’s chest.
"I just wish we’d decided to use your sperm. I want a kid to look like you." Michael presses a kiss into Gavin's shirt.
"No…no." Gavin says.
"Perfect olive skin, sandy hair, amazing green eyes and-"
"And a big dumb nose." Gavin sighs.
"Gav. Jesus." Michael frowns.
"Could you imagine that on a girl?" Gavin frowns. "Besides, I really, really want a little girl. With long auburn curls, dimples, and the softest brown eyes you will ever see.” Gavin says and Michael closes his eyes imagining.
"Well, that’d be pretty cute. You have to do all of the talking, so she sounds like you." Michael says.
"Haha, that’s funny. I want her to talk like you." Gavin says. “Anyway, we could have a boy.”
“Yeah, and the sky could fall.” Michael smirks then holds Gavin tightly. “I want a girl.”
“Me too.” Gavin rests his chin amongst Michael’s curls.
"What will she call us?" Michael asks as Gavin’s hands reach up to play in the red soft spirals.
"Whatever she wants."
"I want her to call you Daddy, and me…"
“Mogar?” Gavin giggles.
"Shut the hell up, no."
"Then what?" Gavin turns away from Michael to pick up his cellphone.
"Maybe-" Michael is cut off when Gavin squeaks.
"Ok, ok! She’s here!" The Brit jumps in place.
"She texts you to let you know she’s outside?" Michael frowns.
"Let’s go." Gavin grabs his wallet and a few other things and runs for the door.
"I mean, if someone was about to shove their swimmies in me and rent out my uterus for the next nine months I’d have the incentive to at least knock on their door before they knock me the fuck up." Michael curses.
"I know you’re being especially obnoxious because you’re scared. I am too. But please, please know that I’m here with you and everything will be ok. Everything happens for a reason, right?” Michael and Gavin walked down the stairs of their home to the front door. They don’t see anyone outside.
"I thought you said she was here?" Michael asks.
"Well, she said-"
"BOO!" A woman jumped out in front of them.
"AHHHHHHH!" Michael and Gavin clutched each other tightly as the slender blonde woman with playful blue eyes began to laugh. Michael ripped himself from Gavin and was about to yell but Gavin instinctively covered his mouth.
"Hello, you must be Barbara." Gavin shook her hand with his free one.
"Hi, Gavin? Or are you Michael?" She looks a bit confused but extremely happy to meet them both.
"I’m Gavin, this is my Michael." Gavin kisses his husband’s temple. Michael let’s out a large sigh signaling Gavin to uncover his mouth. Gavin let’s him go.
"Thanks for making me shit myself. I’m Michael." He greets her folding his arms examining her. His eyes ran along her toned body as she talked. She was fit, and if he was her, he wouldn’t just give up that body for nothing.
"So, where would you like to go? Michael and I are treating. We thought it’d be nice to get out of the house to go somewhere, just to chat." Gavin says smiling at Barbara. She thinks.
"Well, I think I’d get a better feel for you two in your home. To find out what our potential child would be surrounded by." She says. Michael noticed that. She said our child, which made him realize that the baby wouldn’t be just his and Gavin’s. That if they would allow it, Barbara might become a major part of their lives. But the fact that she really cares about where and who the baby would be with, Michael was a bit more pleased with her.
"Um, well…to be honest we don’t really have any food here. But you’re welcome to come inside for a moment." Gavin leads Barbara up the stairs and Michael follows behind the two of them. Gavin shows her inside. She looks around, smiling as she scopes out the place.
“What do you think?” Gavin asks.
“Definitely needs some baby proofing.” Barbara nods, bending down in front of their wood and glass coffee table, rubbing her hand on the corner.
“Oh, we know. We just thought…well we had baby proofed and prepared and everything so many times, just to be disappointed and we just…didn’t have your yes yet. Even if we did, we wouldn’t start baby proofing until the eighth month.” Gavin says. Michael nods, agreeing completely. “Just in case.”
“We’ve had a hard time.” Michael sighs and walks over to Gavin.
“Oh…” Barbara looks down. It’s quiet in the home for a while. “I want to help you guys.” She looks up, a determined smile on her face.
“Why?” Michael asks. “I’d really like to know. I mean look at you, you’re hot, you’re young…why would you want to complicate your life for us?”
“You think my life wasn’t complicated before this? You don’t know anything about me!” She folds her arms.
“Exactly! So why should we trust you with our kid?” The redhead frowns, questioningly.
“Because! I’ve never helped anyone, I’ve been selfish all my life! I finally have the chance to move on from that. I have the chance to take responsibility for someone else’s happiness. I never took the responsibility for my own.”
Once again, it’s quiet. Gavin looks over at his husband, then back at her. He reaches over to take Michael’s hand.
“We would love to get to know you, Barbara.” He smiles.