Seth’s Perspective
It was 2:00 AM when the ringtone from my phone cut through the silence and woke us from our slumber.
Zach stirred next to me and asked groggily. “Who is it?”
Still mostly asleep, I reached for my phone but my eyes were too blurry to see who it was, “Hello?” I answered with a cough trying to find my voice.
“Good morning, Uncle Seth!!!” It was Eli.
“Hey Eli. What the hell’s going on, why are you calling me in the middle of the night. Is everything OK?”
Eli just repeated in a loud, happy, tone, “I said, good morning UNCLE SETH!”
Then it hit me, “The Baby! The Baby is here?!” That got Zach’s attention, he was wide awake now staring at me, I put Eli on speaker. We could hear Riley wailing, she had to be right next to him… it was loud!
“Almost! We’ve been at the hospital for a couple of hours and the contractions are coming faster. They’re going to wheel her down to the delivery room in a few.”
“Do my parents know?” Zach asked.
“Yeah, your mom rode with us to the hospital, she’s down in the waiting room.” Of course, she was. Kelly had come down for Ali’s adoption hearing and planned on staying to help Riley with the baby. “She called Nathan and he’s gonna catch a flight as soon as he can.”
We heard Riley wailing again, this time she was cursing Eli, “you effing did this to me!”
Eli snickered proudly, “Yeah, yeah I did.” We heard more wailing and people talking in the background. “Guys I gotta go, they’re taking her to the delivery room… I’ll call you when you’re uncles!” He was giddy when he hung up the phone.
We were lying on our sides facing each other when Zach said, “I know we’ve talked about this before, but I am really curious to see what a baby that’s half Westin and half Hall looks like.”
“We already know what they act like” I responded as I touched his cheek. We had talked about this a lot before, and ya’ know what? We could see ourselves in our kids too. Izzy’s fun-loving, open, ‘never met a stranger’ personality was all Zach. Freddy’s sense of responsibility, his loyalty to and love for his family was all me, his love of soccer… Zach. And his desire to take care of everyone around him… well that came from both of us. Ali was still developing but we could see traits from both of us in him too. It didn’t take genetics for our kids to be products of who we were. But we were both curious to see what the genetic combination looked like.
We were awake now, and sleep wasn’t going to come easy… so we did what we do. We started with a tender kiss, then Zach dove under the covers and went down on me, fuck foreplay. I was laying on my back with my hands behind my head just basking in Zach’s attention. His hot breath teased my balls as his tongue flicked the bottom of my shaft and worked its way up to the head. He didn’t linger, his tongue worked its way further up my body licking my abs and teasing my bellybutton… yet another erogenous zone I didn’t know I had. Hell, my ears, my toes, and now my bellybutton, Zach had discovered several direct paths to my manhood over the years… my erection was breaking through its skin.
He continued his tongue bath as he snaked up my body, assaulting my nipples next, licking, sucking, and biting them, adding just enough pain to the pleasure to get me writhing from the thrilling shockwave. Just as I was getting lost in euphoric bliss, Zach‘s chiseled face Poked out from under the covers. He flashed that brilliant fucking smile and kissed me on the lips. His hips moved in a circular motion pressing his hardening member against my steel rod, the heat of his flesh was an amazing catalyst for my desire. I pushed my pelvis up against his while my tongue did a sensual tango with his. Overtaken by my own lust, I decided to return the favor. I used the entire mass of my body to flip us over so that Zach was on his back and I was on top of him, then I threw the covers off and moved my way down his body. My lips suckled on his nipples one by one, and my teeth chomped playful down on them making him yelp and wince before pulling my head hard against his chest, forcing me to do it again… he fucking loved it. Zach liked to present as the butch, masculine, dominant top, but deep down he loved it when I took control in the bedroom… I always assumed that was a remnant of his closeted days when he tried to play the straight jock. I don’t care why he did it, I found it endearing and hot AF! I slowly moved my way down his soccer-sculpted physique, sniffing, tasting, and pleasuring every inch of him along the way. I loved to make him squirm.
I moved past his not-so-little soldier who was now standing at full attention in anticipation of its marching orders. My tongue ravaged his inner thighs as I slowly maneuvered down to his feet, I looked up at him provocatively as I licked the tops of his smooth, sweet foot. I took each toe in my mouth and sucked them one by one, then I moved to the other foot and gave it the same treatment, never takin my eyes off his perfect face. I moved up his other leg, licking its inner thigh before I focused my attentions on his throbbing magnificence. Oh my god, it was so damn electrifying, every hair on my body was standing in anticipation of my next move… it was thrilling, thrilling him. With my hand holding his granite pillar, I drooled a glob of saliva onto it and stroked it slowly up and down, slickening it up while my eyes burned through his. He relished every subtle movement of my mouth and hand. When he was on the edge, I climbed aboard the Zach train. His cock was slick but my hole was dry as I reached back and lined him up. I crouched down onto him, it took some work and patience, but he finally breached my hole, his head stretching my sphincter to rapturous delight. I slowly lowered myself onto him until I was sitting on his pelvis with my arms stretched out and my hands planted firmly on his smooth chest. Our eyes were still locked as I gyrated back, forth, side to side, and bounced slowly up and down. Zach’s moans told me I was checking all the right boxes as I danced upon his pole. I threw back my head as I brought him to the edge, he took me there with him.
“Keep going, baby” Zach growled. “Keep going, yeah, like that, yeah… yeah… yes… just like that! Fucccccck!!!!!” His growl became a hushed wail as he spewed his thick batter into me with a mighty thrust. He held still but I kept bouncing and gyrating as I stroked myself to an orgasmic finally that lobbed out of my and onto his face making him giggle in disbelief. After a giant exhale, I leaned down and licked my goo from his face, my tongue moving from his face to his tongue as I kissed my cum into him. His cock was softening inside of me, damn sex with Zach was always so satisfying.
After we kissed, I grabbed my T-shirt off the floor and wiped him clean, then he spooned me and we tried to settle back into sleep. Just as we were settling in and slumber was upon us, there was a scratch, then a tiny knock on the door. We both propped up in bed and listened, we heard another knock followed by a “Hey! Let me in I wake now.” Izzy was up, we probably woke her with our sex noises.
We both got out of bed and pulled on our boxers, Zach made his way to the door and opened it a crack. “What’s up sweetie?” He asked.
“I can’t sweep” she said melting her daddies’ hearts with those puppy dog eyes. Then, before Zach could react, she pushed her way in, “I sweep heo” she announced as she toddled to our bed and climbed in. “It tinks in heo.” Zach and I exchanged glances as we tried not to laugh as our little girl experienced the musky scent of man sex… I’m sorry, it’s a little gross, but inevitable when two, young, sexually active, hot for each other homos are sharing a house with a bunch of attention hungry kids… things will happen.
Zach was making his way back to the bed when Freddy walked through the door holding Ali’s hand. Petunia plowed past the two little guys and jumped onto the bed. “Hey, this kid can’t sleep” Freddy said gesturing towards his little brother. Zach and I both snickered as he gestured for them to get into the bed with the rest of us.
For the few hours that remained in the night, Zach spooned Ali, with Freddy’s arms wrapped around his neck, and I spooned Izzy while she kept a hand on her older brother, and of course Petunia slept at our feet. That king-sized bed felt awfully tiny with the six of us squashed in, yet I had never been more comfortable in my life. There were so many awesome family moments I wanted to remember, but I wanted this one to last forever. I wished I had arial shot of our family spooning so I could look back at it anytime I thought the struggles weren’t worth it. The most important things in my world, all fit perfectly in the tiny-feeling bed.
The alarms blared from our phones way too quickly, 6AM had arrived. Rise and shine, make breakfast, eat breakfast, dress the kids, dress us, we had it down to a well-choreographed dance that would make the Thunder From Down Under jealous. I called Eli to check-in. Still no baby. They had wheeled her down to the delivery room twice for nothing. Kelly went home to get some sleep, Riley was frustrated, and Eli was still excited as hell. “I’m gonna be a dad this morning” he said with excitement in his voice.
Brody drove up the gravel drive tooting the horn of the Gladiator. Freddy grabbed his soccer gear, ran outside, and jumped in the vehicle and was off to soccer camp for the day with his best buds. Freddy, Teddy, and Sammy wanted to spend their summer playing soccer and Brody and Zach were sharing the carpool duties.
I got the kids loaded into the Atlas and drove off to Mrs. Mavis’ singing songs along the way. When I got there, Gina’s Suburban was parked in the drive, and Max pulled his Pacifica in behind me. The twins were going to daycare a couple days a week so Max could start going into the plant more again. I let Ali and Izzy out of their seats and they made a beeline for the house to go play with their friends… they loved it there. I grabbed Abbi of her car seat and Max grabbed Olli. We went into the kitchen where Gina was talking to Mrs. Mavis. Once we were all together, I shared the news. “Riley and Eli are at the hospital” I announced.
“Oh my God, we’re about to get another girl!” Gina squealed. “Is she in labor yet?”
“I talked to Eli before I left the house, she’s been in and out of the delivery room all night, he swears Mercedes will be here this morning.”
Max laughed louder than I had ever seen him laugh, “Mercedes?! They’re naming her Mercedes?!”
“Mercedes Chanel Westin to be exact” I corrected making both my friends laugh out loud.
“HA! That is so Riley.” We all got a laugh. We talked excitedly for a few minutes about the expected arrival of our newest villager, then we all went off to our jobs and left the kids in Mrs. Mavis’s capable hands. I went to The Village, and Max and Gina both went to the BroMax Candles. Gina had been helping Max out parttime for a while, but during the summer when school was out, she was there almost fulltime handling HR issues. Anyway, we all went about our days.
After the morning staff meeting, it was a day of back-to-back sessions for me, some virtual, and others in-person. Eli called about 1PM to let me know Mercedes Chanel Westin had arrived, he wanted to call the family personally, but asked me to let our friends know. I called Zach and told him the news, then texted the others.
I left work and picked up Ali and Izzy, then went home where Zach and Freddy were already waiting for us. The two guys jumped in the Atlas and we headed to the hospital to meet Mercedes… unbeknownst to the kids.
“Where are we going?” Freddy asked.
“Well,” I said, “first we’re going to the florist to pick up some flowers, then…” was as far as I got before Zach cut me off.
“It’s a surprise” Zach said with a smirk, he knew that would drive them crazy. We drove down the road with Freddy pelting us with question after question about where we were going. His number one guess was Disney because… and I quote, “we have to go three times, once for Olli, once for Abbi, and once for Ali’s adoptions” he and Teddy had done the math and had been pleading their case for a vacation every chance they had. We were planning to go later in the summer… us, the BroMax clan, The Dylan James clan, the Eli Westin family, and… as a special surprise, my brother Brad, and his family, along with Kev and Randy’s family planned to meet us there. We had been planning it since Spring break. The kids were going to eb blown away.
We stopped at the florist to pick up flowers for Riley, then went to the hospital. when I pulled into the parking structure I got a surprising reaction from Izzy, “No! No, no, no! Don’t go dao, no!” She was yelling and started to cry. “No Daddy Zeff don’t be hote. Don’t go in thao” Izzy to English translation ‘No, Daddy Seth, I don’t want you to be hurt again. This is where you go when you get hurt. Don’t go in there.’ The only time she had ever been to that hospital was to pick me up after my accident well over a year ago. I can’t believe she remembered that.
I looked at her in the rearview mirror, “No honey, I’m not hurt. We’re here for something good. I promise” I said, but by that point she was sobbing and just repeating the word “no.” I parked the car, got out and went right to her seat, took her out and held her tight. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Don’t be hote again Daddy Zeff” She whispered into my shoulder. Holy shit, I was shocked that my accident was still in her head, I thought she was too little to remember and had forgotten all about it, but the fear was still there. Well, I had learned with Izzy that a little diversion goes a long way. A couple zerbits to her belly chased the tears away and brought the laughter back. I texted Eli that we had arrived and he told me where to go.
Zach carried Ali, I carried Izzy, and Freddie carried the big bouquet for Aunt Riley and Baby Mercedes as we got on the elevator. As soon as the door shut, Freddie begged, “C’mon Dads, tell us the surprise. Puleeeeze.” Do you have any idea what it’s like to be so easily manipulated by three tiny people with big brown eyes? It’s embarrassing. Just as I was about to give in to the wee ones, the elevator door opened and Uncle Eli, Grandma Kelly, and Grampa Nafan were standing there ready to greet them.
Before anyone could say a word, Zach said, “Nobody knows anything!” the three adults caught the drift and went along with the surprise.
“Hi guys” Uncle Eli said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on him.
“Why are you here?” Freddy asked. “Are you sick?”
“Nope” he responded as he took Izzy from my arms and walked her down the hallway with the rest of us following behind. “I want you guys to meet someone.” It was a short walk to the nursery display window where Eli pointed out all the babies to our three kids. “See the one in the middle of the front row?” The kids flowed his finger as he pointed out the cutest baby in the room. I could see Zach in her instantly. “That’s your cousin, Mercedes.”
Freddy chuckled, “Like aunt Riley’s red car,” he got the joke.
Zach was next to me still holding Ali and whispered, “I see you in that baby.” ‘So that’s what a genetic Westin-Hall looks like’ I thought to myself followed by, ‘cute, but god I love our kids the way they are.’
“All dose babies are my cousints?” Izzy asked wide-eyed as she checked them out through the glass. “I wanna hode dem.”
Eli laughed, “No, Izmo. Just that one” he said taking her hand and pointing it at his baby girl. “The tiny one with the pink blanket, the most beautiful one in there.” God, he just beamed with pride.
“I gonna hode dat baby”
“Not today, sweetie. But you can hold her after me and Aunt Riley bring her home” Eli punctuated his words with a kiss to her cheek, Izzy seemed good with his answer.
My brother was just beaming with pride as he held onto my baby girl and admired his own. He was going to be an amazing girl dad; god knows my little girl adored him. “C’mon guys, let’s go see Aunt Riley” chirped Eli (yes, chirped) as he turned to walk down the hallway.
“Are you sure she’s ready for visitors?” I asked.
Eli let out a “HA!” then added, “she cleaned up, put on her makeup and had Mom do her hair about an hour after Merci got here” then he turned to Izzy who was still in his arms, “Make sure you tell her how pretty she looks.” Izzy nodded her head rigorously with a giant smile, as she proudly accepted the challenge from her favorite uncle.
We got to the door, stopped, and lined the kids up. Zach put Ali down, and Eli released Izzy from his arms. Holding the vase full of flowers, Freddy led his siblings into the hospital room where Aunt Riley was recovering from labor. The kids sang, “Happy Birthday Mercedes” (or something close to it) as they entered the room, just like we had practiced in the hallway. I got a kick out of Freddy holding up the flowers and congratulating Riley and telling her how pretty she looked.
Then there was Izzy piling it on thick… “You look bootiful, Aunt Riley, those ow pwetty slippo’s” (Izzy to English translation: ‘My, Aunt Riley, you look so beautiful. And those hospital slippers are oh so pretty, you pull them off like no one else could. No one would ever know that you gave birth a few short hours ago’). We all got a huge kick out of our little princess piling on the charm (and the bullshit). It was a big day for our family.
Riley, (not) surprisingly radiated considering she had just given birth. Izzy and Ali both crawled into the hospital bed with her, one on either side, and listened intently as she told us the magical story of Mercedes’ Birthday (leaving out the graphic descriptions). “She come out you belly?” Izzy asked. She remembered when the baby was in there and asked how she got out… Riley had an amazing story about how she magically came out and her belly shrunk and there was Mercedes… I was impressed with Riley’s motherly instincts and storytelling abilities… the two kids were enthralled. But it was clear that Riley was losing steam.
“Hey, why don’t we all go out to eat and leave Aunt Riley to rest” Grandpa Nathan suggested. It was almost 6PM and we hadn’t eaten, the kids were clearly starving.
“Can we go to out for pizza?!” Freddy asked, of course his siblings threw in their support instantly and Grandpa Nathan gave in. We all said goodbye to Aunt Riley and Uncle Eli, then walked down the hall to say goodbye to baby Mercedes through the glass, the off to Ricky’s parents restaurant for pizza on Grandpa. When we got there, we were welcomed like family. We never had to order, the food just came out… Ricky’s parent’s had been huge supporters of The Village since day one and were there for whatever we needed, food for events, a job for a kid, whatever. Of course, our kids adored them.
At dinner Freddy told Grandpa and Grandma all about soccer camp and the new friends he had made. Then he told them about his one new friend who had a mom and a dad… “He wasn’t lucky like me Teddy, and Sammy.” The adults all glanced at each other with smirks as we listened to how Freddy and his friends welcomed the “different” kid with a mom and a dad into their group, and didn’t hold that against him. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that at first, but then I decided that it was freaking cool that our kids saw having two moms or two dads as normal, and felt bad for the kids that just had one mom and one dad. They didn’t feel like outcasts, they felt normal.
As different as our family was… we were just a normal family.
To be continued…
