Cleaning Up

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Finally the five adults were thoroughly covered in cake, ice cream , sprinkles and chocolate syrup. Gene looked up as Draco sneezed and caused chewed up cake to get in his eye. "Shit! We can't go home in my SUV like this." He knew he and Eric had a change of clothes in the diaper bag so he asked Paul if he could shower and change. "I'll help you clean the kitchen after I'm clean and so are the twins."

Paul nodded his agreement and told Eric he could use the master bath. "I'll bathe the twins so they can be put down for a nap. Tom's cleaning the triplets."

About fifteen minutes later all the babies were on a blanket in the living room and Paul had started on the cabinets. Tommy was cleaning off the table and chairs. Gene and Eric swept and mopped while Tommy cleaned the bathroom Gene had used. He then hopped in the shower. Paul was the last one to clean up. Gene carefully strapped Delilah into her car seat while Eric did the same to Draco. Paul had put all their dirty clothes into a trash bag. 

Tommy was on the couch when Paul came down. "Well, that was fun." he said. "I don't think I'll ever look at cake the same way."

Paul sat beside his husband and pulled out an invitation. "Did you see this?" "It's an invitation to a black tie fund raiser."

Tommy took it to read. "It says that it's next week in New York." "Have you accepted yet?"

"I haven't because I'm not going." "Did you read the part where it says it's for non same sex couples?" "I'm not going because I'd have to rent-a-date and we both know that won't turn out good." "I'd have to make up a story as to why I had a lady on my arm and you'd be criticized."

"Paul, I'm talked about already. If you want to go , I'm okay with it." "I mean.....I'm already criticized anyway." Tommy added hastily.

"No! I honestly hate those things anyway." "We can have our own black tie affair by ourselves."

Tommy took a deep breathe and looked at Paul. "Your statement about the rent-a-date....would she be a call girl? "

"Tom, let's just not go there." "I admitted  I screwed up by seeing the stripper on the sly. " "I'm not going to do that to you again."

Tommy bit his lip before nodding. "Alright."

They dozed off on the couch while the triplets slept and before nausea woke Tommy up again.

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