The Longest Author’s note ever, please, actually read it.  Oh, and I finally did actually respond to all of you who reviewed to the last chapter of Moments In Captivity.

Hey everyone.  I struggled how I should post this thank you, but you’ve all been such a part of this story that I figured, putting it here in this chapter was it’s rightful place.  So, this is the last chapter of A Captivating Coupling.  There will be a sequel, but like the other fictions they won’t be posted until they are completed.  All of the Works in Progress that are already posted will be completed.  Starting with whatever one you guys vote the most for.  I’d appreciate the votes to be in the reviews for this chapter, that way I can immediately start writing whatever one the majority chooses.  I will update those weekly.  That is a promise I will not break.  During this I have been writing some secret stories that will be coming to completion in a few months.  I just started going back to school, which is making things in my life much better.  I am finally moving forward, and because of that I will be getting my new computer very soon.  Which means, the posting might even be more than weekly once that happens.  I hope you know that your reviews and encouragement is what drives the stories along and that I am so very thankful to each person who has taken the time to do so.  I have this huge list of people to thank.  If you do not see your name and have reviewed me, please let me know so that I can put yours in there.  I hate to think I have missed anyone.  Though, when going through the names I realized I have no way of knowing the many of you who may have reviewed before my stories were deleted on BJFIC.NET, so for that I thank you if you are one of the ones who first reviewed this story.  It took me almost two years of posting to complete this and almost five, since I first started writing and had the idea for it, maybe more.  I have tried my hardest to deal with each and every aspect, in depth, that I believe this would truly happen to Brian and Justin if this was the situation and world they lived in.  I have cried and laughed writing this, and I know you have reading it.  I can not tell you how much this story has pushed my writing skills, my emotions and my vision of what queer as folk fan fiction is.  I am proud of this story and all of you who have helped me along the way will never be forgotten.

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A Captivating Coupling
Chapter 18 Home
"Home" Michael Buble

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home



Brian and Justin try not to show their fears as they are led down the hallway.  A man with a gun in front of them and one behind them.  

"Take the children." The largest man in front told two of the guards as they came into the empty living room.

"No!" Justin and Brian both yelled turning away from the men.

The babies' carseats were torn from thier grasps as two of the masked men took them and started to walk out of the front door.

"No, no please!"  Justin cried.  

"No, don't do this!" Brian grabbed onto Justin's hand beside him as they tried to go after thier children..

"Shut your fucking mouth and stay where you are!" The man who'd ordered the babies taken from them held his rifle to Justin's stomach.

"Okay, okay," Brian said holding a shaking Justin in his arms.   He felt like he was going to throw up.

The man took the gun away from Justin's belly and shook his head.  "They're just going to put them in the van.  But we need to blindfold you both until you get into the vehicle." He explained, much to Brian and Justin's relief.

"Okay," Justin whispered reaching up to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

Brian reached up and started to card his fingers through Justin's hair, trying to calm them both down.  He could feel the baby inside him fluttering around from the stress and knew that the baby inside Justin was probably feeling the same way.  "Calm down baby." Brian said softly and wrapped his arm around Justin and rubbed up and down on Justin's belly.  He was right, he could feel the baby moving rapidly inside his husband.

The 'head' gunman shook his head at them.  "Come put these on." He said,  grabbing two black blindfolds from his pocket and shoving them at another one of the gunman.

Justin stepped forward, his body trembled and he tried his hardest not to cry.  The man roughly put the blindfold around his eyes.  He felt Brian step beside him and take his hand and squeeze it.

Brian twined his fingers with Justin's as his back was puched with what he knew was the barrel of a rifle. "Move!" The man yelled from behind him. "Don't say a fucking word."

Justin was jolted from his position as he felt a strong gloved hand take his.  He held tight to Brian's as they were dragged out of the apartment.

At first, the only sounds either man could hear over the beating of their own hearts was thier shuffled footsteps on what felt like a concrete floor.  Brian and Justin's were soft, unsure steps, while thier captors stomped and hurried, creating an echo in, wherever they were.

"Stop!"  Brian and Justin both froze at the sound of the man's booming words.  

Justin was trying his hardest to take deep breaths, to not freak out, but he couldn't help it.  The sound of a large door sliding open peirced his ears and the wave of a cool breeze assulted his nostrils and skin.  He shivered and took a deep a breath.

Brian shuffled a little closer to his husband and put his free arm around the shivering boy and took a deep breath himself.  

Air.  Real air.

On thier skin, in their lungs and they both couldn't help but cry.

The cool breeze floated around their bodies as they were pulled once again forward, towards the cold that found thier skin.

Their breaths were labored as they sucked in as much oxygen as they could.  

"Step down," the man pulling Justin said as he let go of the boy's hand and took his arm to give him more support.

"Oh, god." Justin whimpered out as he stepped down.  His sneaker hit a small puddle of water and the splash was music to his ears.  

He could feel the sun warm on his skin.  He took another step on what he was sure was some kind of pavement, the texture under his feet much different than the one from inside.

"Justin."  Brian said his lovers name as he took in another deep breath and carefully joined his lover's side.  Outside.

Breathing fresh air for the first time.  

The black cloth blindfolds were not thick enough to leave out the bright light from outside.  Both strips of linen were equally soaked in salty tears.

"Stay quiet fucker," the man with gun behind Brian ordered, "keep walking."

The man in front of Justin took the boy's free hand.  He noticed the blond clammy shaking hand in his own and squeezed it, trying to comfort the pregnant boy.  This was a job.  A job he was blackmailed into doing for the past eight years, he hated it.  They all did.  He didn't like doing what he did.   He also didn't want his family to be killed, he knew that threat was a real one and he knew that his boss wasn't planning on killing Brian or Justin.  So he did what he had to do.  But that didn't mean he couldn't show compassion to the tortured kid.  He started to lead them again, his pace slow.

"Where...where are my babies?"  Justin asked quietly.  He couldn't stand not knowing.  He had to know.  

Brian gulped and waited for the answer, caustiously walking behind his lover.

"They're still sleeping in their seats they're just a few feet in front of us."  He told the blond, his voice gruff and quiet.

"Do..do they have thier blankets draped over thier faces?"  Justin's words were cracked with emotion.

"No."

"They can feel the air in their lungs, the sun on thier faces?" He sobbed out.

"Yes, they can."  The man told him, feeling his own heart break a little at the boy's question and his own answer.

"Oh Justin," Brian wanted to hold him so badly.  He wanted to hold his children.  He wanted to be held.

"We're stopping," the man warned.

Brian and Justin halted thier footsteps and Justin's hand was dropped.  Brian felt for his body and wrapped his arms around his lover, squeezing his shoulders.  "I love you baby."  He whispered quietly into his ear.  

The sound of an ignition starting stirred into the air gassy fumes.  Brian and Justin actually thought it smelled good.

"They're putting the babies in now." The man told them as two doors opened. "Okay, now you can get in.  I'll lead you both over to it."  The man told them.

Justin dropped Brian's hand and then was led cautiously a few small steps.  There was then a man behind him too and he was helped into the van by the man infront of him.  

"Thank you." Justin said softy when the man manevered into a seat and quietly told him that the little boy was strapped beside him.  His hand immediately felt for the carrier and his fingers gently crept inside where he touched his warm baby boy's leg and then moved to grasp his hand.

Brian was then led over and into the van in the same way.  He could smell Justin's scent and knew the boy was in the seat in front of him.  He was told that the little girl was beside him as he sat down so he reached for her hand that was dangling out of the seat.  

He felt shuffling behind him and then the doors were closed and the van started to move.

"You can take your blind folds off."  They heard the 'head' gunman say from behind them.  

They both quickly reached up to take the fabric off thier faces, wiping the remnents of thier tears from thier eyes before they were able to open them.  Justin turned immediately around and Brian leaned forward.  It was nearly pitch black in the back of the van. The windows were painted black but small traces of light streamed in from where some of the paint had chipped off or worn away.

"Baby."  Brian whispered and started kissing Justin's lips and face.

"Brian."  Justin buried his face into Brian's shoulder and looked over at the gunmen who stared blankly at them.  

"Are you okay?  How is the baby?"  Brian asked him, bring his attention back to them and searching his lover's face.

"Yes."  Justin looked over at Bevyn and then at Betha. "The babies are all okay?" He answered back.

Brian looked at the sleeping children, and then back to Justin.  "Yes."

"Shut up!" The gruff voice of the gunman boomed inside the van.

Brian and Justin closed thier mouths and sat there looking at one another in the dim light.  Their eyes did the rest of their speaking.  They held onto eachother, listening to the sounds of the tires on the road.  Every now and then the vehicle would turn or stop, and they could hear the sound of other vehicles passing them.  

Justin and Brian weren't stupid.  They knew damn well that they were not going to be released.  They were not going home.  They were being moved.  The question was where?  

It had been such a long time since either man had ridden in a car. So, after riding for almost an hour they were both feeling queasy from motion sickness.  Justin was much worse off than Brian.  He started to sweat petrusively, moving around in his seat trying to get comfortable.  

Brian was feeling off, but he was really starting to worry about Justin.  The boy had turned his back to him and leaned his head against the back of the seat and moaned.  Brian could see the sweat beading on his forhead.  He saw the man rubbing large circles on his belly and his breathing started to get deeper and more labored.  He leaned forward, "are you going to be sick?" He asked in a whisper.

"I said no fucking talking."  The gunman behind them growled loudly, causing both children to be startled out of thier naps and start to wail.

Brian and Justin's attention immediately went to the kids.  They tried to soothe them by holding thier hands, touching thier faces and whispering soothing words to them but there wasn't anything that seemed to make them stop.

"Would you shut them up?"  The angry man yelled at them both.

Brian turned around and looked at the man, "We need to stop.  They both need to be fed and held."  He told him.

Justin was still feeling very sick  The sound of his babies' cry's were stressing him out and upsetting him even more.  

"Not a chance in hell.  Take them out and hold them."  He spat back in Brian's face.

Justin turned around.  Tears streamed down his pale face.  "That's dangerous!  What if we got in an accident?"  He said.  "Can't you just tell them to stop.  Please?"

The masked man shook his head. "Their lives will be in alot more danger if you don't take them out and shut them up right fucking now!" He yelled and pointed his shotgun down at Betha.

Brian immediately unbuckled his daughter from the seat. "Okay, okay."  He said softly, picking her up and patting her back.

Justin did the same with Bevyn, trying his hardest to calm down.  He took the baby and brought him to his chest and started to rock him gently. "Daddy's got you baby boy.  I'm here, I''m here," he whispered.

Reluctantly, Justin and Brian nursed the children and then held onto them tightly as the vehicle continued it's journey.  Thankfully, as it usally did, nursing worked to calm both men down and in turn the motion sickness they felt had gone away.  Brian and Justin tried to put Bevyn and Betha back in thier car-seats but the new and weird environment made both babies extremely clingy and they'd refused to be put down by thier fathers. 

It had been about another two hours of riding in silence when the vehicle started to slow it's pace to a dull crawl.  Outside the sound of a garage door opening was heard and then the van stopped.  The sound was heard once more and then, minutes later someone could be heard unlocking the van's door.

"Put them back in thier seats." The gunman prompted.

Betha and Bevyn had calmed enough by this point and were able to go back into thier pumpkin seats without any trouble.  

When the door swung open another large masked man stood outside of the van. "Come on.  Get out!"  He yelled.

The captives got out of the van.  They stepped into a dimly lit garage filled with at least a dozen more masked guards.  "Come on."  Another man said. "Follow me."

Brian and Justin did as instructed, awkwardly carying the children in thier pumpkin seats.

They were led up to two stairs where a large metal door, much like the one at the old apartment, opened into a tiny entry way.  "Your refridgerator is stocked and most of your belongings have been put into the rooms."

"Already?" Brian asked, perplexed as he stepped inside the foyer behind Justin and Bevyn.

"Go inside." The man said, ignoring Brian's question as he opened a white wooden door.  "You know the rules, remember them, they are all the same here."

Brian and Justin looked at one another for a moment and then took eachother's hands as they stepped over the threshold.  The guard disapeared behind them, closing and bolting the metal door.  

"I guess they aren't letting us go." Brian said, confriming what each man had known the minute they'd gotten into the van.  He turned and closed the door behind him and looked at thier surroundings.

"I like the kitchen."  Justin was trying to stay positive.  He'd had enough stress for the day.  He was glad to be away from the men with guns and he'd alread acquisiced himself to the fact that there wasn't anything either of them could do to change where they'd been taken to.  "There's lots of light, even with the windows boarded up." 

Brian managed a laugh as he looked around.  "It's very French Country that's for sure." He sat Betha on the worn white wooden table beside where Justin had placed Bevyn's carrier and the diaper bags.

"I think they both need to be changed before we do anything else."  Justin said opening the diaper bags and laying a large blanket down on the table.

Both of the children were very glad to be free and naked and made it hard on their father's by constantly trying to get away from them.  It made Justin and Brian laugh though.  They were very glad that the children seemed to be happy and uneffected by the change of thier surroundings in a negative way.  Instead, both of their eyes were darting back and forth on all of the new things in the room.  Their tiny litttle hands kept trying to reach up and touch the light hanging above the table.

After a particularly long but fun changing session, Brian and Justin took thier wiggling babies into thier arms and held them close as they walked around the spacious kitchen.  "At least all of the appliances look almost new."  Justin commented.  "I like the stainless steel much better than the black ones."  

Brian went over to the fridge and opened it.  "I'm starving."  He said, and pulled out some peanut butter and jelly.

Justin smiled.  "Me too, I guess we can wait and explore later."  He nodded towards the closed door on the other end of the kitchen.  

"Yeah, I think I heard your stomach growling when we were changing the kids."  He added, smiling back.

Justin had Bevyn perched up on his belly in a cradle position with one hand, while his other rubbed his stomach.  "Someone in here is very hungry too."

"I know, I should have been hungry earlier since I didn't eat much at breakfast but I didn't feel like it."  Brian said, thinking back at how he and Justin had gotten car-sick.  "Is there fresh bread in that bread drawer?"  He asked, trying to ignore what had gone on in that van.

Justin looked inside and pulled out a loaf of wheat bread and checked the date.  "Sure is."  He said, placing it on the large island next to the peanut-butter and jelly.  "Get the milk out too.  I'll go find the plates and silverware."

Brian grabbed the milk, trying to balance a babbling and wiggling Betha on his hip. "Where are we going to put the kids?" He asked, looking down at the tiled black and white floor.  "The floor looks too dirty to put them down on it now."

"We can put them back in thier seats on table in front of us for now.  We can give them some cheerios to keep them busy while we eat our sandwhiches."  Justin reasoned.

Justin located the silverware drawer and was surprised to see the set from the apartment he'd ordered.  He got Brian out a knife and handed it to him before searching in the cabinets.  The kitchen was larger and laid out much like the one at the apartment, and whoever had put everything away had done so in the way that the items were the same as in their old kitchen.  He was happy to see that nearly everything that was in the apartment kitchen had been moved here.  It was oddly comforting. 

Brian sat Betha down in her carrier and Justin did the same with Bevy. They strapped them in and Justin dug out some little rattles for them to play with as they made lunch.

Justin poured the milk into two glasses and sat them at the table.  He found a box of oreo cookies and put them at the table too.  "I'm so hungry."  Justin slowly lowered himself into the chair at the table and dug out the ziploc bag of cherrios.

"Num-num."  Betha said, shaking her head as Justin tried giving her a piece of the cereal.  "Num-num."  Her hands batted Justin's away from her.

Brian laughed as he looked on, bringing over the two plates.  Both were stacked with two sandwhiches.  "She knows what she wants." 

Justin smiled.  "Okay Betha, we'll have to see if Bevyn will take it."  He tried giving the piece to the little boy and got the same reaction.

"Just give them back thier toys for now, we have to eat."  Brian said, placing a plate in front of Justin and sitting down beside his husband with his own.

There wasn't much chatter, besides the babies' calls for 'num-num' over and over while their parent's quickly ate thier sandwhiches.  Once the babies inside were fed they each took a baby and nursed them while they snacked on the cookies and milk.

After they were all full Brian cleared the table.  "We'll have to find out where they put the high chairs.  They do much better at snack time if they can pick the food up themselves."  He observed.

Justin stood up, holding a very restless Bevyn.  "Well let's go.  Maybe we can get out thier playpen too.  But I've got to go to the bathroom first."

"Now that you mention it, so do I."  Brian said, picking up Betha out of the carrier and opening the door.

The door opened into a small hallway.  There was what looked to be closet doors on one side and another larger door on the other.  "I bet this is the bathroom."  

Sure enough it was, well half of one. The seventies style bathroom was actually the laundry room too and only had a toilet and a sink in it. Brian and Justin hoped there was another one in the house. 

After Brian and Justin relieved themselves, they walked further down the hallway. They stopped and looked in the double doors on the other end, which were in fact closets.  One held cleaning supplies, mops, and a vaccuume and the other was deeper and storage for the babies' high chairs and the booster seats they'd recently gotten.  

The hall opened up into a large room with a wide staircase on the left side of the room, near a wall of boarded up windows and doors.  They'd put in the large televsion and entertainment center from the apartment.  It sat on the far wall and in front of it was a couple of couches and two large lazy-boy chairs.  The room was also well lit with recessed lighting in the high celiling.  

Brian casually looked around for camera's, as he had in the kitchen, but couldn't find any.  He was pretty sure they'd probably just placed some well hidden ones.  He also started to wonder how far they'd actually driven or if it only seemed that way.  There wasn't any way that all of thier belongings could have been moved and unpacked in such a short time.  When they'd left the apartment, the entertainment center had still been there.  Brian was pretty sure that the van had probably been just driving around, wherever they were, to waste time and confuse them.

"I'm glad this is as nice as it is."  Justin said, breaking through Brian's thoughts.  He looked so happy walking around the place.  "Here's their playpen too."  He spotted the item folded up and leaning against the wall behind the largest couch.

Brian wondered whether or not Justin cared that they hadn't gone home, yet again.  The blond was acting as if he was walking into a house they'd both picked out and moved into together, willingly.  It angered him, but he didn't want Justin to know that.  He knew that the younger man was only trying to keep them both positive.  However, the blase' manner in regards to this whole thing still worried him.  "Why don't we get that set up so they can stretch out?"  Brian finally answered his husband.

"This carpet looks clean enough."  Justin smiled.  "We can set them down here for now and I'll help you move that."

Once the babies were happily crawling around in the play pen Jusitn and Brian took off for the upstairs.  They quickly found that thier bedroom had been put back much like the one at the apartment, though the room was much larger.  There was another room that's walls were painted yellow and the nursery items had been placed there too.  This room would also be larger than the other.  There was another bedroom beside it. All of the tupperware containers, containing the things that needed to be unpacked for the upstairs were put in there.  At the very end of the hallway was a large bathroom, much different from the one downstairs.

This bathroom looked to be freshly remodled and had an enormous sunk in jacuzzi bathtub.  "We could all fit in there!"  Justin said pointing to it.  "And, maybe we could try the water birth in there too Brian?  This one has to be big enough for that."  

"Sure, if you want to do that."  Brian said, trying to process the luxury bathroom.  "I think you are right, we could all definitely take a bath in there.  That might be kind of fun.  We could do that tonight with the kids.  I could definitely use some relaxation time in that, even if I do have three..."  He stopped and put one hand on his stomach and another on Justin's. "Make that five bodies in there with me to compete with."  Brian laughed and leaned down to kiss Justin.  

Justin groaned and pulled away.  "Why don't I start the bath and look for the supplies?"  Justin laughed.  "We can wait to unpack everything else.  I'm already really tired."

"Okay. I'll go down with the kids and play with them while you do that."  Brian kissed Justin one last time before leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs.

He was glad that the stairs were wide and not very steep.  He didn't like that he and Justin would have to negotiate them when they were pregnant, but he did like that this house had much more space than the apartment.

Justin came down, wearing only a robe about 20 minutes later.  "I put some fresh linens on our bed and in the cribs. I also found some of our sweats too.  I couldn't get to our bathroom container so we'll have to use the kids' baby bath and shampoo for tonight."

Brian looked up from where he was laying on his side on the carpet.  He'd been rolling a plastic ball around the floor and watching as Betha and Bevyn would crawl as fast as they could to get it, and bring it back to him to start the game again.  This was one of thier favorite things to do with thier Daddy.  "Okay, I think they've had enough of playing fetch today."  He joked.

Justin bent down and picked up Betha.  "You have fun pretending to be a doggie don't you?"  He asked and started to tickle her under her armpits, making his child laugh loudly.

"Come on Bevyn, we're going to go swimming."  Brian told his son, picking the baby up.  "I take it you found their bath toys if you found thier shampoo right?"

"Yup, it was in the same container."  Justin said, he held onto Betha carefully as he gripped the stair rail and slowly walked up the stairs.  "We'll have to use some of thier baby towels to dry off, but I do have your robe unpacked if you didn't want to get into your sweats yet."  Justin told him as they reached the bathroom.

"Mmmm, look at all those bubbles guys."  Brian said to his children. 

"I put thier seats on the bench and I figured we could sit on the tub's floor."  Justin explained.

Brian loved how Justin was always very inventive with how they dealt with having two small babies and going through thier day to day tasks.  The boy really was very smart and could always figure out how to do things the safest and most efficient way for the children when he often couldn't.  He was very glad to have Justin in his life for many reasons, one of them being that he was a brilliant and loving father.  

They undressed the babies first and Justin took off his robe while Brian handed him the children so he could place him in the safety seats on the bench.  Brian handed the babies some of their toy boats and rubber duckies and then got undressed and slowly sunk into the warm water opposite Justin.  He let out a long and very happy sigh as he leaned back against one of the jets that was bubbling perfecctly on his lower back.

"I know it feels great doesn't it?" Justin said, his words also a sigh.

"I'll keep filling this up with warm water until the babies get restless, I don't care if we all turn into prunes."  Brian joked.

"Me niether."  Justin agreed, and leaned his head back on the edge of the tub.

Betha and Bevyn played with thier toys in delight for a long time.  The weight of the children inside Justin and Brian was lifted when they were submerged this way and it took alot of stress off of their bodies.  They were completely relaxed and ready for bed after the water started to get cold a second time and the children started to ask for thier 'num-num'.

They put the babies in thier pajamas and nursed them one more time, before putting both of the sleeping babies into thier cribs for the night.  

Justin and Brian made some lunch meat sandwhiches and ate some crackers, filling thier bellies one more time that day, it was early for them to be going to bed, but sleep was calling their names.  

Justin plugged in the monitors they'd taken down stairs into thier room and crawled tiredly into bed next to his husband.

"It's been a long day."  Brian whispered moving on his side, spooning behind Justin's naked soft skin.

Justin yawned.  "Did you ever figure out what time it was?"  He asked Brian.

"I found my watch in the pocket of those jeans and set the clock."  He told the blonde, running his fingers up and down Justin's chest and stomach.  "It's almost eight o'clock baby."

"Mmmm."  Justin's voice was filled with tiredness.  "Maybe they'll sleep the whole night."  He said.

"They might, they did nurse for much longer than what they normally do, and we changed thier wet diapers just a few minutes ago.  The twins might just give us a reprieve.  I think they seemed as tired as we are."  He kissed the back of Justin's neck, his eyes heavy as he fell into a deep sleep, holding his lover tightly to him.

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"This is fucking bullshit!"  Craig yelled getting up from the couch.  "They have my son!"  

"And Brian."  Carl reminded Craig of his family's stake in all of this. 

"Please sit down Craig."  Jennifer asked, looking up at her ex-husband with tears in her eyes.

Craig stopped in front of Jennifer and glared down at her.  "You want to call this whole thing off Jen?"  He spat.  “You want to leave your son, your old life behind?”

Jennifer stood up, her body a mere inch from the man’s who it hurt to still love.  "You know that isn't true.  I want to find him just as badly as you do.  How can you say that to me?  I was there the day he was taken too!  I carried him inside of me for nine months Craig.  I’m certainly not the one who fucked a poor college boy for money because I wasn’t man enough to work for it myself!”

"This isn’t about that!  This about you and your disrespect to our son. Do you really want to find Justin Jen?  Do you?  Or is your world perfect now that you have Molly?"  Craig growled.  “You certainly never worked for any of that!  Do you feel better now that you have a replacement?”

"This is all about what you and Brian did.  I understand why he did it, but you were the adult Craig.  You should have said no!  And for your information it isn't better!"  Jennifer yelled back.  "Yeah, it helps ease the pain.  I can be a mother again having another child to love and care for. But it doesn't make me love or miss Justin any less."  The blonde woman had tears streaming down her face as she pushed on Craig's chest, making him stumble back away from her.  "You'd know that feeling if you even bothered to see her just once in the almost two years since she's been born, if you even have any feelings but revenge and guilt left in you!"  Jennifer raised her hand up.

Cynthia stood up in a flash and got between the Taylors.  "Stop this!"  She told them.  She looked back and forth between Craig and Jennifer.  "Are you both going to act this way when we get Justin home?”  

Craig and Jennifer both stiffened.  Jennifer lowered her arm.  They felt so guilty that when Justin returned, it would be to a broken family.  "No."  They answered her in unison.

Craig sighed and looked at his ex.  He still couldn't believe that they weren't together anymore.  They couldn’t be.  He didn't want to put Molly at risk by being in the same household as him.  He couldn't let her live in the same house that Justin had been kidnapped from.  He couldn't.  But he couldn’t bare to leave it either.  

Yes, he was angry at Jennifer.  Angry that she knowingly got pregnant with another child, when that child could just as easily be taken as Justin was.  He had to direct his anger towards her.  He had to make her believe he hated her.  He couldn’t see his daugter.  Jennifer would see the love he did have in his eyes for Molly and would have never left him.  She’d be in danger because of him.

Jennifer didn't miss the flash of pain and the apology in Craig's eyes as she lowered her hand.  She wanted nothing more than to have him wrap his arms around her and play with her hair the way he did when he would comfort her through out the years.  Jennifer wanted to hold him too.  She missed Craig so much.  She barely recognized the man before her.  She turned away from him and sat back down in her chair.  "I'm sorry."  She wiped the tears from her face and looked pleadingly at Carl and Cynthia.  "I didn't mean to..." 

"It's okay."  Cynthia said, going back to sitting in the arm chair next to Jennifer's and took the woman's hand in her own.

Craig shook his head and rubbed at his tired eyes as sat back down on the couch next to Carl.
 
Carl was so obviously distraught at the sudden shouting match between the couple.  He couldn’t believe what had just gone on.  "Do you want me to go on now?"  He asked Craig gently.  

"I...I just don't understand why this all seems so hard still.  We're so close to finding them." The man's voice cracked on the last word.  

Craig's nerves were completely shot, he hadn't had a full nights sleep in years and his emotions were unhinged. It was hard for him to function as anyone but a P.I. trying to locate his missing son.  Now that they were pretty certain of the location he was being kept at, it made his emotions run even more haywire.  "We know that the Marshall's have them.  We know they're in that abandoned apartment complex he owns in Kansas right?  All this isn't a coincidence."

Carl nodded his head.  "Your right it’s not.  Peter Marshall has contributed more cash to Stockwell's campaign for governor than any other of his big wig backers.  They're also the ones who basically paid for his mayoral race.  He's got half of the police force still under his belt.  There is no way anyone in Pittsburgh is going to help us though."  Carl reminded everyone.

"So what did you find out that can help us find Brian and Justin?"  Cynthia asked.

"I wasn't able to convince local Police Chief Anderson to acquire a search warrant for the premises.  But I did learn allot from the man.  The Chief informed me that Peter Marshall owns practically everything in that town but Anderson assured me he is always on the right side of the law.  He told me he would help in anyway he could outside of going to the judge for a warrant or using his police force.  I explained to him that they purchased the old run down complex ten miles out of town only two months before Justin was kidnapped.  He was able to find out that there had been water and electric bills for the place up until about a month ago.  Two months before that, Hank Marshall hired a contractor Joe Anderson, the Chief’s son.  The job was to drywall and then board up the windows of the guest house on the grounds of their estate.  Peter explained that they had a son and didn't want the boy trying to use it as some kind of hide-out.  Joe had mentioned to him that the guest house looked completely livable and that their son was barely a toddler and he couldn't imagine them letting the boy run wild anywhere on the estate at his age.  The chief had passed it off as just another one of the many odd things about the Marshall's he‘d heard over the years."  

"What other odd things?"  Cynthia asked carefully.

"One of them is that Peter Marshall has his own fleet of guards around the perimeter of the estate. and they had been at the apartment complex as well."  Carl explained.

"No one thought that should be looked into?  It's not as if he travels with bodyguards anywhere else."  Jennifer said.

"That's true Jennifer."  Carl agreed.  "But being that Peter Marshall's family has owned that town for decades and that it is a very small town, it isn't anything any of the local people would know.  They do see him as sort of a celebrity, so the guards around his estate isn’t exactly an issue.”

"So what else did Anderson say was odd about them?"  Craig asked.

"For the last eight years Peter would have large deliveries of groceries, packages and even some furniture trucks all delivered to his home.  Many people figured that they ate alot or redecorated a lot.  But I'm pretty sure that whatever was delivered may have been for Justin and Brian.  Anderson put everything together once I told him what we'd found out.  He knew for sure that the county Judge was in Peter's pocket. The bastard would only tip them off on us if he even brought the information to anyone else with any power in Junction City. Chief Anderson did help.  He got me in contact with his wife's brother-in-law.  Agent Holden of the F.B.I. was on vacation, visiting his sister at the Chief’s house.  I was able to talk with him and he has in turn gotten the rest of the F.B.I. involved."

"Oh, my god!"  Jennifer yelled jumping up.  "So they're going to go and find Justin now?"  Tears started to form in her eyes again.

Cynthia and Craig were looking at Craig for an answer, not so quick as Jennifer to get their hopes up.  They'd learned the hard way what that did to them.  

"They have a plan."  Carl told her, motioning her to come and sit between her and Craig.  Jennifer did so slowly moving between them.  Craig reached out and took her shaking hand and placed it on his knee.  "It isn't as easy as it seems though.  Holden informed me that Peter Marshall's guards are all armed.  They do not want to put anyone in danger, so we're going to have to stake them out.  We'll have to get inside the estate to take down the guards if need be.  Holden knows from some town folk that every Saturday afternoon Hank Marshall takes his son to the park.  Chief Anderson's wife had seen  Hank and Peter in the grocery store fighting a few weeks ago.  She heard Peter threaten Hank with his life if Hank tried to cross him.  She'd completely forgotten about it until we started talking, knowing that married couples sometimes get into heated arguments and say and do things they don't mean."  Carl looked pointedly at Craig and then Jennifer.

"So, if we can talk to Hank, you think that he may help?"  Craig asked, squeezing his wife’s hand with his own, and leaning some of his body weight into her. 

"We're going to follow him to the park.  He goes there with the boy unguarded and drives a tinted widowed mini van.  We're going to confront him and tell him everything we know and hope he cooperates.  We will offer him a deal, but either way; he'll be driving myself, Holden and the other F.B.I. agents onto the grounds.  You three will be waiting with another Agent down the street at our stakeout point until we get the signal that it is safe to go in."  Carl paused and took a deep breath, looking at the Taylors and then Cynthia.  "I must remind you though, even though my instincts tell me that Brian and Justin are in fact in that guest house, there is no telling whether or not they will be there for sure."

"That doesn't matter."  Jennifer says, trying to hold in a sob.  "They're there.  I can feel it."

Cynthia, normally cool and collected, started to cry and buried her face in her hands for a minute before looking up at Carl.  "When do we this?"

"Debbie will watch Molly until we can get back."  Carl said looking at Jennifer for her agreement.  

"Yes, that's fine."  Jennifer said, leaning into Craig's comfort, his arm now going around her waist.  There were things she may never forgive him for, but none of them mattered right now.  She needed him as much as she ever did.

"The F.B.I. has secured us a private jet so that we aren't tracked by anyone from Pittsburgh.  Pack your bags, we leave tonight."  Carl told them.  "Let's go bring the boys home."  He said, his own voice choked up from finally being able to mutter the words he'd wanted to say for far too long.

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"Happy Birthday dear Betha, Happy Birthday to you."  Brian and Justin sang to thier daughter who sat in her booster chair looking at the number one candle lit on her Winnie The Pooh birthday cake with excitement.

"Blow it out Betha."  Brian encouraged, he really wanted a piece of the cake.

"Come on Betha you can do it!"  Justin said, sitting beside her sideways.  His stomach was bigger than it ever had been before, at a little over 42 weeks pregnant there was no way they could pull the table close enough for him to help her blow out the candle any other way.  "Come on, just like we practiced."  Justin said, his stomach growled as he gazed on the sweet confection.  

"Do it Betha!  Make a wish and blow it out.  Do it Betha!"  Brian said from behind the video camera.

"Do it!  Do it!"  Bevyn encouraged beside his sister in his high chair reaching for the cake.  Trying to keep one child's hands out of the cake was hard enough so they didn’t risk putting him in the booster seat.  "Do it!" He banged his little fists on the high chair's tray.

Justin and Brian burst out laughing at Bevyn, their little talkative nine month old tried to repeat all the small words he could.  

"Just do it for her Justin."  Brian said.  "She's looking at us like we're nuts."

"Do you want to help Daddy blow it out before it melts?"  Justin tried to encourage.

Betha shook her head 'no' but puffed up and leaned forward in her chair anyway and started to blow. 

"Yay!!!!"  Brian and Justin cheered when the flame went out.  

Brian put the camera on pause and then sat it on the tripod before turning it back on and turning on the lights in the kitchen.

"Lights!"  Betha said looking around happily.

Brian took off the candle and moved the bear shaped cake towards him and started to cut the cake.  "You get the first piece of your birthday cake."  He said to Betha and started to cut her off one of the ears.

"Caaaake  Caaaake!"  Bevyn yelled.  "Caaaake!  Caaaake!"

"You'll get some too sonny-boy."  Justin said.  He sat up a little straighter and rubbed his big belly, wanting very much to participate in the cake chant.  "Well, a little piece he laughed.  But I want a big one!"  Justin told Brian.

Brian smiled, so did he.  His mouth watered as he cut the cake, putting it on the 1st birthday plate before giving one of Pooh-Bear's ears to Betha.  He swiped the frosting off of the other ear with the knife and gave the piece to Bevyn.  They didn't want him to have a real piece of birthday cake until his first birthday.  They couldn't cut him out of the celebration all together though, especially since he was asking oh so nicely.

Brian cut himself and Justin two large pieces of the cake, taking off the bear's head.  They watched facinated as Betha dug into her food with her fingers, becoming a total mess.  Bevyn started doing the same thing right beside her.  He didn't even notice that there wasn't any frosting on his piece, the strawberry cake itself had enough sugar in it to delight his tastebuds.

Brian and Justin watched and laughed through mouthfuls of cake loving their children's antics, especially when food was involved.

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"This has been a really nice morning."  Brian said, as he helped Justin wipe down the table.

"I'm already worn out and it's only noon."  Justin laughed, throwing away the last paper plate.  "I'm so glad they went down for the nap easily."  Justin sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Me too." Brian agreed sitting down beside him.  "I'm happy we did presents as soon as they woke up and had that cake for breakfast.  Though I was surprised when you suggested it."  Brian put his hand on Justin's stomach and started to rub it softly.  "You said last night that you wanted to spread the whole day out."

Justin laughed, crossing his arm over Brian's and giving Brian's active stomach soft caresses.  "Do you know how hard it was for me to not to eat the batter while I cooked it or steal a piece when I had my midnight craving after feeding the kids last night?" 

Brian leaned over and kissed Justin, still tasting the wonderful sweet vanilla frosting on the blonde’s tongue.  “Mmmm.”  He said.  They laughed into each other's mouths.  "Yes, I do."  He said.  "My mouth was watering the second you put it in the oven."

Justin leaned out of Brian's kiss when he felt a big kick on his hand from inside Brian, making the older man yelp.  "The baby is on a sugar high."  Brian explained smiling.

Justin looked down at his own stomach and put both of his hands on top of Brian's.  "I haven't felt the baby all morning."  He admitted, not wanting to look into Brian's eyes.

Brian leaned forward and took Justin into his arms as much as he could.  "You know the books have said that's normal this late in the pregnancy, especially with you being overdue and the baby in such a tight space."

Justin shook his head agreeing and looked up into his lover's concerned eyes.  "I just worry because..."  He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"I know, how about we go upstairs and we'll get the  Bebe' Sounder out and check on the baby?"  Brian suggested.

"Okay."  Justin said.  "Maybe then we could take a nap too?"

"I could definitely use one."  Brian said, slowly standing and then helping his lover to stand too.

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"I feel much better after hearing the baby's heartbeat."  Justin said smiling.

Brian crawled up onto the bed and put the device to his bare and very large belly.  "Why don't we listen to this little one."  They each took a speaker and listened carefully for a few minutes without speaking.

"Something doesn't sound right."  Brian said worriedly.

Justin listened carefully agreeing with his husband.  "Brian?"  

"The heartbeat doesn't sound right to you either does it?"  Brian whispered.

Justin crawled up on his knees and motioned Brian to spread his legs and he got in between them and started to press gently on Brian's stomach while he listened and moved the device around.  He was pretty sure why it sounded weird but didn't want to say anything until he was almost sure.  He pressed around and down at the bottom of Brian's stomach he was almost positive he felt a foot.  "Is that a foot Brian?"  He asked.

Brian thought for a moment, "Yeah, I think so."  He answered.

Justin pressed around more and near the top of Brian's stomach facing the opposite direction he could have sworn he felt another foot.  The baby moved and pressed out onto Brian's belly and you could clearly see the impression of a foot for a moment.  "Oh Brian!"  Justin said excitedly.

"What?  What is it?"  Brian asked sitting up a little more.

Justin took Brian hand and pressed down on the two spots.  "You're having twins Brian!  That's all, that's why we here the different heartbeats."  Justin leaned in and kissed Brian soundly.

"Holy shit!"  Brian said laughing.  "You're right. I thought that the kicks felt oddly placed. I’d been thinking that I was much bigger this time around than I was with Bevyn but I thought that was because I hadn't lost the baby weight before you knocked me up again."  He laughed and kissed Justin again.  "I can't believe this!"

"Who knows?  You might have more than two in there."  Justin said seriously with a smile.

Brian groaned.  "Don't say that.  Two I could handle, but shit Justin, do you realize we are going to have five children under 15 months by the time I give birth?"

"We'll handle it."  Justin said firmly.  He leaned in to kiss Brian again, their tongues started to swap with one another's and both men were immediately hard.  

"I want you to rock inside me."  Brian said as he ran his tongue across Justin's lips.  

"Brian, I don't know how..."

"Shhh... we'll figure it out, just like we did with you."  Brian told him, biting along Justin's neck.  "I want to feel you inside me because it's almost time that we have to stop that."  He groaned.

Justin felt chills go down his spine, his dick was wet and leaking from Brian's words.  "You want me to fuck your boypussy."  Justin whispered into Brian's ear and then bit down on it.

Brian groaned and pulled away from Justin.  He loved seeing Justin in complete control like this and wanted his cock inside of him immediately.  He grabbed the lube and got on all fours and reached behind himself and started to lube his asshole with two fingers. 

Justin pulled Brian's hand out and had him spread the remaining lube onto his engorged cock.  "How do you want to do this?"  He asked gruffly.

Brian laid on his side and opened his leg.  "Get behind me and angle yourself on your side so your right leg goes between mine."  He said hurriedly.

Justin scooted himself over as quickly as possible and put his cock up against Brian's entrance and pushed all the way.  "Oh fuck Brian!"  He mumbled.  

"Yeah...fuck me Justin."  Brian told him breathlessly.

"Give me a minute, I'm already so close and this angle is so tight, and so are you."  Justin reached around Brian and started to fist the man's pre-cum covered cock.  

Brian moaned and tightened his muscles even more around Justin.  "I don't care, just rock me.  I'm so close too to wait."

"Oh god baby."  Justin moaned as he pulled out about an inch and pushed back in, he did this again and again and again.  His mouth licked at Brian's sweat that pooled onto his muscled back, the taste drove him even more wild.

"Yeah,  fuck you are so deep Jus."  Brian whispered, his hand found Justin's on his cock and together they started jerking him off as Justin jabbed softly inside of him.

"Brian, are you almost ready?  I can't hold out much longer."  Justin mumbled as he slid his dick around inside Brian's hot body.  "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."  Brian moaned.  "Fuck it, Justin!"  Brian yelled.  "Make me cum!"

Justin slid all the way out, leaving just the crown of his cock inside the ring of Brian's ass before he plunged in one more time, right against Brian's prostate.

"Mmmm oh fuck Justin!"  Brian yelled out as his orgasm took him wildly.  

Justin bit a little spot on Brian's back as the man's muscles clenched on his cock over and over again, milking his dick and making firework's explode behind his eyes.  "So good."  He moaned and his dick started to jerk deeply inside Brian's body.

They laid there still connected, breathing deeply and coming down from their orgasms when they heard Bevyn crying.  Justin moved and slipped out of Brian's body.  Brian turned his face and they sloppily kissed for a few seconds before Justin pulled away.  "I'll go get the kids, you get in the shower and then I'll take one."

Brian flopped onto his back and moaned.  He really didn't want to get up, he wanted to just lay there, but then someone inside decided to kick at his bladder and he got up and made his way to the bathroom much quicker than he would have though possible after the way Justin had just rocked his fucking world.

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Craig had insisted on at least going to the park with Carl, Holden and the other agents.  He promised that he would only do as the F.B.I. informed him.  He had donned a baseball cap, sun glasses, and running shorts, like Agent Holden.  They looked like a couple of buddies out for an afternoon run around the path at the park.  It was pretty crowded so they didn't look out of place.  They jogged a lap and scoped out the area.  Hank Marshall was in front of his son who was down in the sandbox playing with the other kids, they couldn't tell where exactly Hank's child was.  They wanted to get Hank and preferably the child too, away from the other children and families playing around the large sandbox.

"We'll take a quick walk around that path by the sandbox.  Just make sure you don't look directly at him."  Holden told Craig.

As they were getting ready to change paths Hank stood suddenly and bent down and picked up his child, holding him close to his chest and he started heading for the baby swings.  

Holden smiled to himself, there wasn't anyone else around those swings.  He and Craig immediately veered over into that path.

Hank put the child down into the seat and smiled at the happy toddler, his heart heavy as he gave the boy a big push.

"Yay!"  The boy giggled and held onto the chains tightly as the wind whipped through his hair.

Craig stopped in his tracks as they neared the swings.  "Justin."  He whispered.  

Holden stopped beside him.  "What you see him here?"  He asked scanning the playground.

Craig shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.  "No, but..."

"Come on."  Holden told him as they parted from the path and walked up to swings.

Hank looked up at the two men approaching them.  "Agent Holden."  He said reaching out and stopping the boy from swinging he quickly brought him into his arms.

The boy buried his head into Hank's chest.  Craig looked on, wondering how the fuck this man knew Agent Holden.  His body went cold.  Had they all been double-crossed by the F.B.I.?  What the fuck?

Holden placed his hand on the gun inside the waistband of his shorts.  "Excuse me?"  He asked.

Hank looked around the playground.  "We come here every Saturday, it's the only place Peter lets us come with out him or the guards.  Your oldest sister was my high school teacher and I remembered her telling me when Peter and I bought our house, she was our realtor then, that her littlest brother had made it into the F.B.I.  I even hired her son as a contractor on the guest house they were going to be living in. I've been hoping all this time someone would figure out what was going on.  Or maybe just once you'd come and visit and maybe bring her and her grandchildren here to the park where I could confront you."  Hank whispered, holding onto the boy.  

"I take it you know what we're doing here then Mr. Marshall."  Holden stated.

Hank turned his attention towards Craig.  "I thought you were going to follow me."

Craig stuttered.  "What?"

"That day, in the bar.  I'd managed to get away from him and I thought you'd follow me."  He said.  "The guards were watching me, but I still thought you'd follow."

Craig blanched.  "I didn't remember at first where I'd seen you from, but when I did it was too late."  He admitted.

Hank looked at the boy in his arms.  "Do you want to hold him?"  He asked Craig.

Craig looked at the little boy and his tears fell as he nodded his head and stepped up to them.  "Yes." 

Hank handed him the child and the boy crawled into Craig's arms happily.  

Holden looked on confused for a moment, but then he saw it.  The baby.

"He's Justin's?"  Craig stated, more than asked.

"Yes."  Hank said.  

Craig couldn't help the tears that ran down his face as he held the little boy who hugged him back instinctively.  "He looks identical to him when he was a baby.  How old is he?"

"He'll be two on the 2nd of September."  Hank told him.

"Is he...is he..?"

"Brian Kinney is the other father.  They named him Beacan."  Hank told him, tears filled his own eyes.

"Why do you have the child?  Did Peter do something to them?"  Holden asked.

"No, Justin and Brian are fine.  They aren't hurt, I wouldn't let Peter hurt them."

"I repeat, why do you have their child?"  Holden said, growing more than frustrated.

At this point, Craig was a bit more in his own world as he examined Beacan's features and talked to him calmly.

"I'd just had a still birth, I'd had five miscarriages before that.  Peter wouldn't let me get fixed to not have babies.  Every time he wanted me to get pregnant I did."  Hank let his head fall.  "But after my first one, the doctor's told me that I couldn't have any more. But Peter wanted me to try, over and over.  He told me I had to, and I did.  I got pregnant over and over again.  I had my last still birth the same day that Justin had Beacan.  Justin doesn't know that Beacan's alive.  He and Brian think he had a still birth because Beacan wasn't breathing after Justin gave birth.  There were a lot of complications with Justin's labor.  Peter was too busy dealing with me and my baby, and didn't send anyone to help Justin until it was almost too late for Beacan.  I didn't know that Beacan wasn't mine until Peter told me, months after I'd fallen in love with him.  I wanted to give him back to Brian and Justin but he wouldn't let me.  He told me that if I didn't want Beacan he'd find some one else that did.  I made a deal with him, and begged him to let me keep him.  I wanted to be a father, and I hoped that one day someone would help me out of this mess.  I played along with everything Peter asked me to, because I saw what happened, the lives he'd destroyed, the people he blackmailed, when anyone tried to stand up to him.  He has so many people working for him, I had to pretend I was in love with him.  If I didn't, I don't doubt that he wouldn't have already killed me."  Hank was sobbing at this point and turned away from Craig and Holden.

"Where are Brian and Justin?"  Holden asked.

"They're in the guest house." Hank answered firmly.

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Justin had just gotten out of the shower.  He smiled looking into the full length mirror, his hands on his rippling stomach.  He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard loud noises coming from outside the house and a chill ran up and down his spine.  He quickly pulled on his pair of sweats and opened the bathroom door.  "Brian!"

Brian was making his way up the stairs, the children carried in a football hold in his arms.  "Get in the nursery!  Come on!"  He yelled.

Justin ran to him and took Bevyn into his arms.  They quickly went into the nursery and shut the door.  "Brian, what's going on?"  Justin asked as they placed Betha and Bevyn into the corner play area that was blocked off with the fence baby gate.

"I don't know Justin.  All of the sudden I heard a whole bunch of noises and yelling."  Brian threw down the pillows from the rockers on the floor and motioned Justin to hop over the fence.

Justin was hurdling the gate when they heard many voices yelling that they couldn't decipher and then a few seconds later they heard a few rounds of gun shots.  "Oh god, Brian."  Justin started to shake as he held out his arms to help steady Brian as he got into gate.  They pressed themselves against the wall and looked at their children who were playing with a ball, rolling it back and forth to each other.  The kids didn't even seem fazed by what was going on outside of the house.

Justin moved close to Brian, the older man's arms circled him.  "You have to calm down Justin, you're shaking like crazy."

Justin leaned his head back and looked up at Brian.  "My water broke right before I was getting out of the shower."  He whispered.  "I had a contraction.  I’m having a contraction right now!” 

"Oh, god Justin."  Brian buried his face in Justin's neck and squeezed his lover, putting his hands on Justin's bare stomach, now seeing that it was indeed rippling under his fingertips.  

They heard a few more shots fired and then everything went quiet for a few more minutes.  "Get the babies."  Justin told Brian, placing a pillow behind his back. Brian grabbed Betha and Bevyn, and gave them their favorite books to hold as he put them in his lap. 

Suddenly there was a loud bang coming from underneath them.  They were pretty sure it was the sound of the large metal garage door opening.  Seconds later they heard loud banging and more indecipherable yelling.  Justin turned his body and put his arms around Brian and the kids and buried his head into Brian's shoulder, his breathing was labored and heavy as a large long contraction passed through him once again.

"Shhh..."  Brian soothed his lover as best as he could.  "I've got you."  He put one of his arms around Justin.

They sat there quietly, the babies relaxing against each other and their father's, sensing the tension in the air.  

"I'm so scared." Justin huffed out.  

Something sounded like an explosion, and the entire house rattled, making both of the men jump and the babies buried closer into their fathers arms.  They heard a barrage of loud footsteps flooding into the house and voices calling out, getting closer and closer until they could hear it was their names the voices were calling.  The heard doors opening and closing and then the Nursery’s door was flung open and a man wearing an F.B.I. bullet proof vest, and carrying a large gun entered the room.  "They're in here!"  He yelled and started to approach the huddled family.  "Are you Brian and Justin?"  He asked.

"No, no, leave me alone."  Justin cried against Brian as more F.B.I. agents flooded into the small room and started to come closer to them.

"Brian, Justin. I'm agent Holden with the F.B.I."  The man started to cross the baby gate.

Brian looked up at him.  "No, don't!  Just back the fuck off!"  He said, his own body shaking as tears stung his eyes at the revelation that they were finally found.

"Go on!  Get out!"  Holden said facing the other Agents and backing away towards the door.  

"Make them go Brian."  Justin cried, rocking his body back and forth on his knees.  

"It's okay baby."  Brian said in a shaky voice.  "They've found us."

"Nooo..."  Justin moaned, refusing to turn his head and look at the Agent.

"Justin?"  Agent Holden walked a step closer but stopped when Brian glared at him.  "Justin, Brian, some of your family is here, they're just downstairs waiting to see you."

Justin cautiously turned his head and looked at the man.  "My family?"  He croaked out.  

"Yes, would you like me to send them up?"  He asked softly.

Justin turned from Brian's arms giving the agent a view of his and Brian's children and their huge pregnant stomachs.  "Yes."  He said, but still huddled back against Brian and his children.

"Send up the family.  Tell them no quick movements once they enter the room."  Holden spoke into a receiver and seconds later you could hear loud footsteps racing up the stairs.

Justin's father made it into the room first.

"Matt?"  Brian blanched and looked at the man stepping into the room.

"Daddy?"  Justin looked back and forth between the two men and then looked at his father, his face went paler.  "You...you.. Daddy."

Brian gulped.  "You are Justin's father."  Brian asked in disbelief.

"Yes Brian, I am."  Craig said.

Justin had tears streaming down his face.  He didn't know what was going on he wanted to ask questions but suddenly he saw his mother, older than he remembered her being, standing there holding a little blond boy that looked just like him.  He saw another blond woman and an older man come in behind them, he knew that they must be Brian's family.

"Mommy?"  Justin asked.

Jennifer made a move to go across the gate but stopped.  "Justin can we move the gate?"

Justin stared at her in wonder and nodded his head, backing up against Brian more.  "Is that my little brother?"  Justin asked his mother.

Jennifer crossed the room and Craig followed her.  They crouched down in front of the family.  "No Justin."  Jennifer gulped.

"Daddy."  The baby said looking at Justin and flung himself out of Jennifer's arms.  "Daddy."

"Oh, god!"  Justin started to cry as he wrapped his arms around the little boy.  "Oh, god."  Brian looked over and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Can we see them Brian?"  Jennifer asked gently,  pointing to Betha and Bevyn.  

Brian nodded his head.  "This is Betha and Bevyn."  He introduced the children to their grandparents who were more than happy to take them in their arms and dote over the now happy and cuddly babies.

Brian turned and wrapped himself around Justin and Beacan.  He started to sob as he touched the little boy's face.  He and Justin were peppering kisses all over the little boy who kept saying 'Daddy' over and over again.  "I didn't kill him Brian."  Justin said sobbing. “I didn't Brian."  

"I know baby."  Brian said holding onto their little boy.  "He looks just like you, I told you he did, remember?"  Brian asked.

"You did Brian, you did.  You were right Brian, this is why we didn't feel like he was gone."  Justin whispered.

"He's ours now."  Brian said.  "You're our little boy."  He spoke to the baby.

Beacan was giggling and when he did, he sounded just like Betha and Bevyn.  "Oh, Brian he's real.  He's real."  Justin smoothed his fingers through the long locks of blond hair on his sons heads.  "Where was he?"  Justin asked.

"He was being well cared for."  Jennifer told him.  "We'll talk about that later, you have him with you now."  

"Yeah, he is right where he belongs.  That’s all that matters.” Brian hugged them both and looked at the little boy through glassy eyes.

"What's your name?"  Justin asked his son, trying to stop crying and smile.

"Beeeeeeaaacan!"  The boy answered happily. 

"You are Beacan!"  Justin hugged the boy to him.  "You are Beacan."

Brian turned and looked up at Carl and Cynthia.  He smiled shyly at them and then motioned for them to come closer.  

"It's good to see you Brian."  Cynthia said in a choked voice as she bend down and kissed Brian's face.

Carl leaned down and shook Brian's hand.  "So, these are my grandbabies too?"  He asked.

"Yes."  Brian said.  “This is my family.”  He turned to Justin his face going pale.  "Justin is having a baby."

"We can see that."  Carl said smiling leaning down and ogling at the two children in Craig and Jennifer’s arms.  "And you too, it looks like."  Carl laughed.

Brian was about to tell them that, that wasn't exactly what he meant.  But he saw Jennifer and Craig both hand the babies off to Carl and Cynthia and turn their attention onto Justin again. 

"Can we, hug you?"  Jennifer asked through a broken breath.

Justin looked at his parents wearily, his heart was beating so fast, and he was still shaking.  He turned and handed Beacan over to Brian who was happy to hold his baby.  "Y..y..yes."  Justin said.

None of the adults in the room had stopped crying and when Justin moved into his parents arms, it started a round of larger sobs as his body shook with relief.  "Mommy, Daddy."  He mumbled, rubbing his face against his mothers neck and smelling the scent he hadn't forgotten. 

"I love you Justin."  Craig said holding his child and wife at the same time.  "I never stopped looking for you and now you can come home."

Justin held onto his mother for another second and pulled away, feeling a contraction rip through him he backed up against the wall again and held onto Brian’s arm.  "The baby is coming."  He whispered, shutting his eyes.

Agent Holden heard the whispered word.  "Get the medical team in here."  He stated over the radio.

"No!"  Justin yelled.  "Please... don't!"

"Justin, what's wrong?"  Jennifer neared her son.

"He's in labor."  Brian explained.  "Just, back up."  

"Give me my children."  Justin yells, as he sees uniformed persons rushing into his room.

Cynthia and Carl quickly hand over the babies to Justin and stand up wanting to get out of the way.

"Get out!  All of you!"  Justin yells.  "Except our family, all of you leave!"

"Justin!"  Brian tries to calm his husband.  

"No Brian, don't you fucking do this to me!  You make them leave me alone.  Leave us alone. I don't want their help."

Jennifer looks at her son concerned.  "Justin, if you are having the baby..." 

"No, mommy please, you don't understand."  He searched his mother's face.  "I'm going to be okay.  We'll be okay on our own."

One of the medics started to come towards them.  "Help me up."  Brian growled at Craig and Carl who immediately reached down and helped the man up.

Brian stood in front of the two medics.  "You're not to fucking come near us!"  He sneered, none of these people had any idea what it was like for Justin to suddenly be surrounded by this many people after eight years of only being touched by him or the people who intended to hurt him.

"Mr.  Kinney..."

Carl stepped in.  "Leave them alone for now."  He put his hand on the woman's shoulder and gently squeezed it.

"Calm down Brian."  Cynthia says, gently touching Brian's back. 
 

"We really need to make sure Justin's okay."  The other medic said, advancing.  Cynthia stopped him and shook her head 'no'.


“Brian, don’t let them touch me!”  Justin screams, holding a rather calm Beacan to him with one arm while Betha and Bevyn squirm on his lap curled under his other arm.

“Justin please.”  Brian slowly lowered himself to the floor and reached out to grab the two crying babies to him.  They quickly huddled into him as he patted their backs to calm them.

“No, Brian.  I won’t do this with them.”  Justin said, pointing towards the agent and the medical team that were huddled into the nursery.  “You can do it!  Just like last time.  Just like we planned!”  His eyes hit Brian’s, full of pain and strength.

“We have to move you to the bathroom.”  Brian conceded.

“Fine.  But I want everyone but my family out of here!”  Justin growled out.  “We can put the babies and… and now Beacan in the gated area in the playroom.”  Justin said.  “My…my…Craig can keep an eye on them.”  Justin said, his brain coming back to who exactly Matt was to Brian.  A man that had taken his husband's virginity, knocked him up, and left him to deal with the miscarriage all on his own.  "Maybe Carl and Cynthia can help too?"  

Brian nodded his agreement.  “We’ve been here taking care of ourselves this whole time.  We have all the supplies.”  Brian addressed the shocked uniformed persons.  “You have to understand that right now, all Justin needs is his family.  We are both refusing medical treatment.  For the time being we need to stay here.  If anything can you please just leave the upstairs until I deliver our baby?”  His voice was desperate but firm.

“Mr. Kinney, we are trained medical professionals.  I myself have delivered 15 children.  You can’t possibly want to do this on your own when we could help him.”  The woman with the medical bag stepped forward.

“Stay right there!”  Brian shouted.  “How do you think I got these children?”

“Mr.  Kinney, we must insist....”  One of the agents started to talk but stopped when Justin cried out with pain.

“Get out!”  Justin yelled.  “I don’t want anyone to touch me but Brian, don’t you get that? The only fucking people to touch me other than Brian and my kids since I was a twelve were people who called themselves doctor’s and took my child from me.  That or the gun-toting assholes who shoved guns in our faces, in our children's faces!  Please just leave us alone.”  Justin was crying now and holding tightly to Beacan, whose blond head was buried into his father’s chest.

“Okay, Justin.”  Craig stepped up.  “They’ll leave, for now.  And we'll let them know the progress.  Right Agent Holden?”  Craig asked the man that had helped find his son.

Agent Holden nodded his head.  "Clear out!  Immediately."

“Thank you Dad.”  Justin said softly, his lips chattering.   

“Can you get your grandchildren into the room to the right?  It‘s their playroom.”  Brian asked swiftly, not looking Craig in the eye but then looking at Carl and Cynthia.

Craig stepped forward automatically and bent down to retrieve Bevyn from his Father’s arms.  “Hi, there.”  He said in a tired choked but undeniable awestruck voice.  “Come to Grandpa."

Carl grabbed Betha in his arms and gave her the same greeting while Cynthia crouched to receive Beacan.  "I can't believe your a family man now."  She said wistfully to Brian.

Brian laughed and helped pass the babies over.  “It’s okay your daddies are just fine.  You go play with your toys with your Grandpas and Aunt Cynthia okay?”  Brian touched the white downy like cheeks of his children.  “Daddy and me will see you in a little while.  Daddy’s going to have his baby now.”  Brian told them softly.

"What would you like me to do?"  Jennifer asked once everyone cleared out of the nursery.

Justin opened his eyes.  "I was hoping you'd want to watch your grandchild be born Mommy."

Jennifer crawled towards her son and Brian and wrapped her arms around both of them.  She had issues with Brian Kinney, she didn't much like the man at all.  He was the reason her son had been kidnapped, but she could tell that Justin was in love with him. The man had obviously taken care of her child and their children.  She hugged them tightly.  "I'd be honored Justin, you just tell me what to do."

Brian smiled at Jennifer.  "If you could help me stand up I'll go start the bath water."  Brian asked gently.

Jennifer smiled back and stood up.  She leaned down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up.  "How far along are you Brian?"

"I'm at 30 weeks today."  Brian says softly and looks back at Justin who is breathing deeply against the wall.  "I'll come back once I have all the equipment out and the bath started.  I love you Justin."  He takes Justin's hand in his own and squeezes it for a second before dropping it.

"I love you too Brian."  Justin pants out, his eyes trail after Brian as his husband leaves the room.  He reaches up and touches the necklace hanging and fingers the ring.

Jennifer squats down.  "I know you had Beacan, but who had Betha and Bevyn?"  She asks him softly.

Justin smiles fondly.  "I gave birth to Betha....oh my god!"  He smiles brightly.  "Today is Betha's first birthday, I almost forgot."  He laughs and then groans when another contraction hits him.

Jennifer scoots closer and leans against the wall.  "Can I hold you Justin?"  She asks carefully.

Justin looks at his mother.  "Yeah, I'd like that Mommy."  He says and moves into her embrace.

Jennifer starts to sweep her fingers through Justin's hair with one hand while she holds onto his hand with her free one.  "We saw the birthday decorations in the kitchen."  Jennifer tells him.  "Did Brian have Bevyn?"

Justin relishes in his mother's warmth, he'd dreamed of being held like this for so long.  "Yeah, Bevyn is nine months old.  His, wait a minute.  He was born, the same day as Beacan was!  All of our children will share their birthday with a sibling."  He says in wonder.

"But what about Brian's baby?"  Jennifer asks.

Justin laughs. "He's having twins...at least, we think so."

"Oh, my!"  Jennifer gushes.  "I never thought I'd have this many grandchildren."  She beamed.

"I didn't even know what having a baby was about, that's why they told me I was here.  To have a baby with a man, and then they brought Brian in here and he showed me everything."  Justin blushed.

"Is he good to you Justin?"  Jennifer asks, though, she knows the answer.

"He's the greatest lover in the world, one of us has basically been pregnant since he arrived."  Justin said softly.  "He's a wonderful husband and father.  I know he loves me and I love him so much."

"I'm so happy you are okay.  I missed you so much Justin."  Jennifer kissed his forehead.

"You too Mommy."  Justin whispered, trying his hardest not to cry anymore.

"Oh, Justin I can't believe I haven't told you this yet."  Jennifer smiled.

"What?"  Justin asked.  

"You have a little sister, she's about 18 months old.  Her name is Molly."  Jennifer told him.

"I have a little sister who is younger than my oldest child."  Justin laughed.

"It seems that way."  Jennifer said.  "We have so much to still talk about."

"Hey, are you ready."  Brian asks coming back into the room.

Justin pops his head up.  "Come and get me."  Justin says leaning up.

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Brian sat next to Justin in their bed, all three of their oldest children were asleep beside Brian.  "Cynthia found us a big house in West Virginia, it's just outside of Pittsburgh, in the country.  I told her what we wanted and she's says it's perfect.  They're going to make sure all of our stuff is unpacked in the right places."  

"He does look like an Adair doesn't he?"  Justin asked, ignoring Brian's questions.  “Adair Dallin Kinney.”

Brian looked on.  "He does Justin.  We've been calling him that for a week now, so I think we should stick with it."

"It's your middle name and mine.  You don't think Bevyn or Beacan will be jealous do you?"  Justin asked moving the baby to nurse on the other side.

Brian was growing more frustrated.  "No Justin, they're not going to be jealous."  Brian grit out.  "Will you please listen to me?"

"I don't see why we have to leave here at all Brian."  Justin said softly, running his fingers up and down the baby's soft cheek.

Brian groaned, because honestly he wanted to stay too.  Stay in the safe little world where only the people on the bed with him mattered.  He knew everything would change when they got back.  He was scared of being around people again too, but not as much as Justin.  "We've already sent all of our belongings there Justin.  The only thing we have left here is milk, cereal and this bed. Cynthia got us the nice big one you picked out in the catalog.  She's got fresh clean soft sheets already on the mattress.  All of the babies’ things are there too."

Justin let a tear run down his face as he looked at Brian.  "I don't want to go."  He said softly.  "All those people are going to be around all the time."

"My family misses me Justin.  They want to get to know my children, the way your mom and dad have."  Brian reasoned.  

"Just promise me that they'll wait a little while.  If you want to go see them all that's fine, but I’m not ready to see anyone else when we get back Brian."  Justin told him firmly.

"That's fine."  Brian said leaning in and kissing Justin's lips.  "If I burp him will you put the kids down in the playpens?"  Brian asked, holding out his arms to take Adair.

Justin pulled Adair away from his chest and handed the sleepy newborn to his father.  "Sure, scoot over onto these pillows."

Brian did and then Justin handed him the baby.  Justin opened the three travel playpens and put the sleeping babies down in them, covering them all with their special blankets.  It felt wonderful to be able to cover Beacan in the one they'd bought for him so long ago.  He blew kisses at them and then shut off the light.

Justin crawled in next to Brian and burrowed under the sheets next to his husband.  "I love you."

Brian turned and smiled.  He sat up and put the sleeping baby in the bassinette beside his bed.  "I love you  too."  He snuggled up against Justin and they wrapped their arms around each other.

They kept one another safe this way.  Fears and doubt could not plague them in this world.  They didn't need to worry about the future.  As long as they had their children and could hold onto each other, that was all that mattered in the world to them.  

END
(Can I just laugh that in about an hour of updating this, there have been 81 reads. Yeah, I can see it, all you non reviewers you!  See, when I said I had a hundrend people in hiding, I wasn't lying.  Thank you!
Yes, there will be a sequal, remember I said so in the Author's Note if you read it. -R.H.