Latoya pulled down her shirt and Justin helped her sit up. It was getting harder for her to move now. "Yeah. I want them out now. I miss sleeping on my stomach."
"I know Justin has been making sure you are exercising properly. Nothing too strenuous."
"Oh he's been like a damn watch dog," she rolled her eyes.
"You're going to thank me when you lose all the baby weight after you give birth," he warned.
"Well everything is healthy. The babies are developing quite nicely and have been gaining weight according to schedule. So August 25th is the due date 0but I have a feeling you'll deliver earlier than expected. Did you three choose any names yet?"
"Her and Josh call each other daily and sometimes hourly with baby names. And baby shower plans. And Lamaze class techniques. You'd think that they were going to get graded by the way they act," the blonde complained.
"Oh yes the baby shower. I can't wait to go." The trio had invited the doctor that made the pregnancy possible. "Last time when Joshua was here, he kept raving about the band and decorations. I'm a bit anxious to see what he pulled off." Dr. Jones remarked. Yes, Justin was just like her son, she thought.
"He's just feeling a little left out." Latoya explained. "We show him colors and patterns and he just runs to the den and locks the door."
"You people are crazy," he exclaimed.
"And you love it. Now help me down and let's blow this joint. There's a store that's been calling my name."
"McDonald's?"
"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Timberlake. I'm talking about that custom crib store JC suggested. I want to check it out."
"Oh God. You're going to suck me into the Baby Shopping Matrix?" Justin furiously shook his head. "Please anything but that." Latoya and JC would shop together for hours upon hours. That was not Justin's sort of fun. A crib is a crib but not to those two. They read up on safety percentages, various wood samples and other shit that really was mundane to Justin.
"It'll be fun. I'll even feed you before we go," she batted her eyes. "We can talk about baby names?" she tried to persuade.
Not wanting to look like a total asshole in front of Dr. Jones, "Sure. Why not?" Inwardly, he grimaced.
*`*`*`*`*`*
"Hey there kid. How's it going?" Chris smiled as he flopped down on the couch. He was tired of walking around Latoya's empty house and wanted to keep the brat some company.
"It was quiet until you came. Where's your other, louder half?" Justin asked as he sprawled out on the couch. Latoya was spending the day with her mother much to Justin's delight. Yesterday after the doctor's appointment, Latoya had kept him baby shopping until closing time and then JC came to the store straight from work. The two got the owner of the store to keep it open after hours and Justin thought he was going to die. He was so happy when they got home after one in the morning.
"She called me from some store her mother dragged her to." Chris looked seriously at his friend, "Justin?"
"What?" Justin searched the brown eyes.
"What would you say if I told you I was considering moving here? Like getting an apartment in the city?"
Justin sat up properly in the sofa. "Are you serious?" The question had a double meaning, which Chris caught.
He nodded anxiously. "I think I love her. But I don't want to crowd her you know. I think it's better to live in New York. I can work anywhere you know that. And I love being with her and when I'm not, I'm just thinking about the next time I can be."
Justin listened closely. He never saw Chris act like this before for any woman. "I know you'll treat her right. But are you ready to handle our babies?"
Chris laughed out loud. "Kid, I never thought I'd ever date someone who was the mother of your kids cause JC can't get pregnant. Not like you haven't had fun trying." Justin blushed and nodded. "But it doesn't matter with me. I think I'd make a great...what the hell would I be?"
"Well not Uncle cause that'll be a little too weird. Your mommy is dating your uncle," Justin shook his head. "Yeah that'll go well in daycare." Chris snorted. "I guess Step-daddy or Daddy Chris. We'll figure something out"
Chris chuckled, "I bet they'll be the only kids in there with three dads."
"God I hope so."
JC walked into the room and sat on Justin's lap. "You hope so what?" He threw his legs over Justin's and laid his head on his husband's shoulder.
"I hope Chris will use some of his fairy dust and fly away. So me and you can play." Justin thrust his hip against JC's bottom.
"Hello I'm still present in the room," Chris called out.
"So?" Justin pulled JC's head closer to him and sucked on the older man's full bottom lip. JC kissed him back and then regretfully pulled away.
"I'd love to play with you but we are getting the cribs today and I have to make sure they are set up right. God, aren't you excited!" JC bounced in Justin's lap.
"Yes," Justin smirked and wiggled his semi-hard cock against the man's rump again. "Very," he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
"Stop it," he lightly pushed Justin's shoulder. "After the cribs come, we're going to get pedicures," JC smiled sweetly.
"We? I'm not getting any damn pedicures."
"Yes we are. We all are," JC looked at Chris as well. "I told Latoya that we are going to the nail salon and that's that."
"But, JC. We didn't agree to that." Chris reminded his friend.
"And your point being?" he blinked.
"I see that Latoya is rubbing off on you," Chris said darkly.
The doorbell rang and JC wiggled his butt in Justin's lap for a few seconds, teasing his husband. He stood up and walked out of the room to let the deliverymen inside.
"So how about we run away together Chris? I'm sure there's a sports bar opened now," Justin suggested.
"I'd love to but they'd track us down and make us pay," Chris frowned.
Justin pouted at the thought of having to sit in the damn nail salon all afternoon. He sighed, "Girls."
"I know," Chris smiled bitterly.
*`*`*`*`*`*
"I think that the Pink Passion is all you, Justin." Latoya told the frowning man.
"I have to agree there, Toya. I've been trying to work pink into his wardrobe but he won't have it," JC informed his friend. The four friends sat at the foot spas, each having their toenails painted. Latoya and JC going for colors while Justin and Chris staunchly arguing to stick to just clear polish.
The two looked at the man and pondered the possibilities of more pink accessories for Justin. "How about one toenail, Jus? Just to see how good it'll look," she cajoled.
"No."
"Chris went with the purple. I don't see why you can't try."
"Because Chris is whipped. I, on the other hand, am not."
JC smirked. "Is that so?" He waddled from his perch by the mini-foot tub and made his way to where his significant other was sitting. JC whispered a few words and promises into the man's ear and then made his way back to his seat next to Latoya.
Justin blushed and watched his husband sit down. JC winked at him and turned to go into conversation with Latoya. "Could you spell out JUS & JOSH with an exclamation point on my toes for me please?"
The pedicurist smiled, "No problem. What color?"
"Hot pink over the Pink Passion," he blushed even more.
"Great choice," she smiled and went to search for her hot pink paint in her polish bucket.
Chris cleared his throat, "And who's whipped? I think there needs to be a clarification."
"You must tell me what you told him. I maybe able to do that to Chris sometime."
"No problem," JC grinned sexily.
*`*`*`*`*`*
"Wow, JC went all out. Are those real palm trees?" Joey asked out loud as he made his way into what used to be Justin and JC's backyard. Joey Jr. began to clap profusely at seeing a fire-eater swallow a lit torch.
"Fy-yurr," the toddler drooled and clapped happily. "Look Daddy, all gone!" He started to clap and kick in his father's arms. "He eat it!"
"I know, JJ." Joey was a little in awe from the spectacle JC created.
The man turned the backyard into a Hawaiian luau. JC had changed the spacious land into an island paradise. There was a real life Ukulele band playing on a makeshift stage. And a DJ ready to play some current hits on the speakers, behind the band. Next to the stage, there was a barbeque pit with a lot of meat roasting over an open fire. Food was more than abundant. There were hula dancers dancing and serving food to guests at the same time. Next to a monstrous chocolate cake was a pineapple tower. Guests were dancing on the dance floor, sitting at tables or eating food. Yep JC outdid himself.
"Hey you guys. Happy to see you made it," JC greeted his guests. He placed leis around Kelly and Joey's necks. He didn't put it on JJ's because he was most likely to eat the flowers but he kneeled to put one around Brianna's neck. "Hey there pretty girl! We have a clown painting faces over there," JC pointed past the mountains of baby gifts.
"Thanks Uncle JC," she ran to join the crowd of kids.
JJ didn't understand most of the words coming out of the grown-up's mouth but he heard "Clown". "Clown! Mommy clown now!! Peese Clown now!"
"Looks like we're going to get our faces painted," Kelly smiled. "Where's the guest of honor?"
"Knowing Latoya, she's hiding from the guests. She was pretty great for the first hour but I think the Mom Squad has gotten under her skin." JC clued them in.
"The Mom Squad?" Joey and Kelly asked in unison.
"My mom, Maureen and Lynn but Chris's mom is here as well and she might have joined the ranks," he explained.
"Poor girl," Kelly sympathized with the absent pregnant woman. JJ was getting restless so Kelly smiled at the men and made her way to the clown.
"Damn JC this party is great. All you're missing is the sand," Joey joked.
"That's what Justin said." JC blushed.
"Speaking of, where is your husband?"
"Showing sonogram photos to the crowd. He already has driven Lance up the wall. Toni started to ask him when are they going to start having their own kids. He just ran away from them. He's probably hiding with Toya." The two laughed. Lance was known to be a bit intimidated by the mention of kids. He was on his second marriage and still adamantly refusing to father children.
"So..." Joey brightly smiled. JC knew what Joey was going to say so he stopped his younger friend in his tracks.
"Please no more birthday jokes, Joey. My birthday was a week ago. It's gone. I'm thirty-six. I know. We all know. Between you, Chris, Lance and Justin, I think you guys have enough jokes about me to last a lifetime." JC warily warned and rolled his eyes.
Joey threw his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything," he smiled. "Well just that you're four years away from entering Chris-dom!" He turned and walked quickly away from the long haired brunette.
Someone wrapped their arms around JC from behind his back, "Hey there sexy man. Why are you pouting?" JC smiled and rubbed his bottom in his husband's groin.
"Joey started with the jokes."
"Oh fuck him," Justin sighed but inwardly smiled.
"No thank you," JC declined. Justin nibbled on the other man's ear. He loved his husband.
"I wouldn't either," Justin smirked. "Where's our baby momma? She was with me for like five minutes when I was showing sonogram pictures. Chris is not even with her."
"Most likely hiding especially from you. You tend to get obsessive with those pictures."
Justin scoffed, "Well excuse me but our kids are gorgeous. Why can't I show them off?"
"They're not out of the womb. Please cut it out with bragging about the babies. You're beginning to creep me out."
"Fine," Justin pouted. "You hurt my feelings. Make it up to me." Justin rested his head on JC's shoulders.
JC looked back to stare into his husband's mischievous eyes. "If you're implying what I think you mean, you must be mistaken. We are in the middle of throwing a party. We can't just have sex now."
"It'll be a quickie. In and out, no one will know."
JC chuckled, "I love your analogy 'In and Out'. Real suave, Timberlake."
"I'm Mr. Debonair. So Mr. Timberlake," Justin purred. "What about that quickie? It's been awhile."
JC looked around at the guests and shrugged. "Sure why not. But twenty minutes tops, okay? We're hosting a party. And we have to find Latoya after. She might just go home, if she hasn't already." JC intertwined their fingers together and led Justin through the crowd.
The two made it to the back of their house, which was also full of people. First the couple opened the door to their den but it was filled with men watching sports and drinking beer. Chris was on the couch with a bowl of pretzels in his lap.
Justin let go of JC's hand and stood next to Chris. "Hey where's Latoya?" Justin called out to the older man.
Chris shrugged, "I don't know. I thought she was out there enjoying the festivities."
"Some boyfriend you are," Justin said.
"Some father you are. You don't even know where you're children are," Chris shook his head mockingly. Lance crept in through the door and saw Justin talking to Chris. He hightailed it out of there. "Shit he acts as if I'm going to collect alimony from his ass or a sperm sample."
JC grabbed Justin's hand before his husband became entranced with the big screen TV. "Um hello...in and out," JC reminded his husband.
"Right. See ya," Justin walked behind Josh and closed the door behind him. "Well the kitchen is out of the question and any room on the first floor. Upstairs?"
"What the hell are just standing here for? Let's fuck."
"I love your attitude. I truly do," Justin beamed and ran behind JC up the stairs.
JC opened their bedroom door and opened his in surprise. "Latoya," he called out.
"What about her?" Justin asked and then looked at his bed to see his answer.
Latoya was lying on their bed with a plate full of food. She was dressed in a red summer dress and she kicked her sandals off to the side. Her stomach seemed to get bigger as the weeks drew nearer. Her round belly lifted her dress in the front. She smiled at her new arrivals. "Hey. Would you like some chicken? It's great," she offered.
Justin laid his head on JC's back. It didn't look like was going to get any action any time soon.