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***Grey's POV***

Being on vacation was amazing. It had been the first real moments Mak and I had spent together, alone. I loved every minute.

Coming home was bitter sweet. I would miss the time with just us, but we really missed our family.

Going back to work was a huge adjustment. I had never had a vacation. The keys to my laptop felt foreign and it took a while to get used to. Other than that, everything went smoothly.

Mak immediately started looking into adoption and figuring out our best routes. I enjoy watching his eyes as the excitement builds. He is just as excited about starting a family as I am.

"Daddy I have found three potential adoption agencies. All of them are close by, none seem to discriminate over two fathers." I lean over Mak's shoulder, scrolling over the first site.

It looks fine to me. I nod and peck his cheek.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" I ask. My thumb tenderly grazes his cheek. His wide, doe eyes stare at me with a sparkle I had never seen.

"I don't care. The younger the better. It gives us an opportunity to raise them." Mak smiles brightly and I can't help but descend on his beautiful lips.

My husband is stunning.

"You about ready to head out? Mark already left. It's Friday, so you know the drill." I help Mak stand from his desk. He closes the laptop and packs away his belongings in his bag.

My hand finds it's resting place on the small of his back. I guide him through the office, taking our elevator to the parking garage.

The ride home is full of chatter. We stop off at the grocery store. Then we pit stop to the pharmacy. It's a regular trip. Sebastian is still on a lot of medication. We try not to make Mark leave his side.

Seb is doing so much better than we first anticipated. His blood work continually improves. He smiles, a lot. He did start going back to the gym when we got home. We all go.

It's a different gym than I usually frequent. This one caters to rehabilitation. The trainers are so good with Seb. He is feeling better about his body and it shows.

"Anything else we need?" Mak looks up from the hand cart. I shake my head and follow him to the cashier. I pay the bill.

Mak still refuses to carry his bank card that gives him access to our account. He said he doesn't want me to think he's a gold digger. After a few long conversations, I gave up. The boy has his ideas and once something gets inside that beautiful head, there is no changing it.

We changed his name the first day we got home.

The excitement he showed when he received his new social security card, marriage certificate and driver's license was absolutely adorable.

Our marriage certificate sits on our wall alongside portraits of the best day of my life. Mak marrying me was, and will always be, my very favorite memory.

We make it to the house. I carry our spoils into the house and follow Mak to our room. We immediately change and prepare for our usual evening. Our nights are filled with our group of friends.

Mark and Seb still live here. That's fine. We don't mind. It makes it easier to keep an eye on Seb. Once he is better, they swear they will move to Mark's. We don't care if that day ever comes. Mak agrees.

Kip and Mario have their own place. Some spill about alone time, we knew what they were doing. They wanted to give us space as husbands.

They aren't far away. Like I said, every night we host dinner and whatever television we choose to watch.

"What are we making for dinner?" Mak sits on the counter, his feet dangling in front of the cabinet door.

"What do you want baby?" I push myself between his legs and stare down on his handsome face.

"Mmmm. Stir fry?" Mak smiles knowingly. I am going to make whatever he suggests. That is status quo.

I nod my head and grab the ingredients from the fridge. I start cleaning the chicken and let the pan heat up.

Mak jumps down from his seat. After washing his hands, he cuts up the vegetables.

We work so well together. The dinner starts looking edible in no time.

"Jesus, that smell is mouth watering." Seb grabs a bottle of water and sits down at the kitchen bar.

"Stir fry." Mak smiles and starts on the garlic Parmesan noodles.

"You know that's my favorite. Other than the waffles." Mark kisses Seb. He starts placing the table.

"Kip and Mario coming?" I question. It's rhetorical. They never miss dinner time.

"Any minute. Alex and Gav too." Seb confirms my assumptions.

No sooner said, the four announce their presence. Mario sets groceries on the counter and works diligently to put them away.

Alex grabs the glasses and begins filling them with white wine.

This is the routine. We cook. Mark sets the table. Mario fills the cabinets. Alex has liquor/wine duty. We never really settled on the expectations. They just sort of fell into place.

I plate our food and help to pass out the dinner across the table to our family.

Mak runs back to the kitchen and grabs the salad. He also brings out the bread.

We sit down. After a moment of silent prayer, we begin eating.

"Where are we at with nieces and nephews?" Gav drinks his wine, smiling around the rim of the glass.

"I found three potential agencies. I filled out the initial forms and sent everything they requested over. We should hear something back in a few weeks." Mak joyously announces his progress.

"That's a long time." Alex makes the comment in between bites.

"We knew it would be. That's why I wanted to get a start early on. It could be months. Sometimes it takes years. The most important part is getting on the list." Mak makes chit chat, filling us in on the small details.

"I can't wait to watch you two with your kids." Kip smiles at his boyfriend. He reaches over and wipes the wine drop off of Mario's bottom lip.

"You two making any head way on getting engaged?" Mak laughs after making his statement.

We have been ragging Mario and Kip ever since we stepped off the jet.

"Yes, nosey. I want to make it special. Kip deserves something spectacular." Mario glares at my husband.

"Oh please. Me? Nosey? You two practically know everything about my relationship. I believe you know before I do. Hmmm." Mak accuses playfully.

"Fair enough. Yes, I'm making plans." Mario smiles and Mak returns the gesture.

"We can skip the formalities. Let's just plan the wedding." Kip gives his usual plea.

"Not a chance. Your only getting married once. I want you to have the same type of day that Mak got." Mario kisses Kips lips gently and Kip hums in approval.

"Daddy, you aren't allowed to skip the formalities. I'm a queen. Worship me." Gavin licks his lips and blows Alex a kiss.

"I know baby. But, first we gotta get your behavior under control." Alex laughs when Gavin pouts.

"Good luck with that." Seb chuckles.

Gavin is a mess. That boy works Alex over like a well played instrument. He is in trouble more often than not.

Alex isn't stupid. He realizes that Gavin likes punishments. Their relationship is a little taboo. But, it works for them. Alex is every bit a dominate. Gavin is definitely his willing sub.

"Daddy, I think I will withhold sex until you propose." Gavin sticks his tongue out. I laugh. The boy is begging for a spanking.

Alex doesn't care who they are in front of either. He will bend his twink over his knee and redden that bottom when ever it is necessary. Of course, Gavin just gets horny. They always end up in the bathroom or the spare bedroom.

"Sure. We can try that. Bet I hold out longer than you." Alex purposefully stretches, letting his shirt ride up.

Gavin's hungry eyes follow the material as it gives access to Alex's toned abs. The drool that pools in Gavin's mouth has me siding with Alex. No way Gavin holds out.

"Mark and I are going to take a weekend soon. Just two days. I think a little trip will do us both some good. Besides, it gives you two newlyweds an opportunity to fuck all over the house." Seb smiles, running his fingers through Mark's hair.

"Finally gonna seal the deal? Pop Mark's cherry?" I smile wickedly after what I say.

"God Grey. You have no filter." Mark blushes. Perfect.

"Oh yeah. Where was all that modesty when you pushed Mak and I to do everything?" I question incredulously.

"Someone had to. If it were up to you, he would still be an Oliver." Mark dares me to argue. He's right. I'm a slow bloomer.

"Thank you for that." Mak winks at Mark and climbs in my lap. I wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle my head into his shoulder.

"You're welcome." Mark smiles. He really is the best of friends.

"So, the plans tonight?" Seb stands and begins clearing the table.

"We can do that." Alex jumps up, effectively stealing the plates from Seb's hands.

"Tonite is fine. But, please quit acting like I'm fragile. I'm doing really well. My therapist says I'm at 90 percent. I feel great. Really." Seb looks great too. He is almost completely back to the man we met that fateful day months and months ago.

"Deal. Now, go pick out a movie." Gavin smiles and bounces beside Alex, ready to clean.

I watch as Gavin tries to get Alex to take him to the other room. He purposefully pushes his ass against Alex at every turn. He bends over the dishwasher and stays ass up. Alex glances, shifts his tent and pointedly ignores the devious vixen.

"Why are we watching movies on a Friday night?" Seb groans as he flips through Netflix.

"If you want to go out, just say so." Mak turns his head to wait for Seb's choice.

We do all kinds of stuff on the weekends. We don't mind going out, or staying in.

"I want to go out. Thank you." Seb turns off the television and escapes the room to go change. Each of us follow suit, promising to meet back as soon as we were ready.

Taking in the lines and planes of my husband as he gets dressed, I find myself wanting to spend the evening with his form caged in by my own. If given the chance to hold Mak, I would choose him over anything, everything. Always.

"Daddy, you gonna get dressed?" Mak walks over to me, lifting my chin with his long slender fingers. Smiling down on him I nod.

"Yes, baby. Just ready for the night to be over. I want to hold you in my arms." I am honest, as always.

"I love you Grey. Forever." Mak seals his promise with a kiss to my lips.

Moaning lightly, I take more than he originally intended to give. I slide my arms around his waist and press his chest to my own. I kiss him with desperation.

"I love you, Mak. I will never stop loving you." My words are sincere. Mak is the best thing that I have ever established.

"Let's get dressed. You can hold me in the car, at the bar, on the dance floor. Later you can kiss me until I fall short of breath." Mak grips my wrist and pulls me towards the closet. I willingly follow, happy to make my man happy.

Shortly after finally getting ready, we meet our crew in the living room. We head down to the car.

Mak makes good on his promise and ends up tucked under my arm.

I kiss his forehead gently and get ready for yet another night of showing off to Manhattan that I won the universe when Mak 'Oliver' Parker decided to be mine.