Expressions of Love

Ryan and Desmond

Summary: The greatest gifts from God (besides His son Jesus and salvation) are children. A baby makes three.

Prompt: Fan Fic 100 #46- Family

Inspiration: "If I Could" by Regina Belle

Ryan and Desmond excitedly exited the car. Ryan carrying the baby bag, Desmond the baby carrier.

"Are you nervous?" Ryan asked his husband.

"Very. Are you?"

"Oh yes. My hands are shaking so bad. I'm scared I'm going to drop her."

"We'll be fine." Holding hands, they entered the hospital and made their way to the nursery. Once there, they saw their Surrogate Counselor waiting for them. She was smiling.

"Good Morning, gentlemen." she said reaching out to hug them.

"Good morning honey. How are you?" Ryan asked.

"I'm good and so exited for you guys." She hugged Desmond.

"Where's Kay? We have a gift for her." Desmond said.

"She checked out a little over an hour ago. I can take the gift to her if you want."

"Oh, I wanted to hug before she left. I hope we didn't scare her off. We've had a good relationship so far. Did she not want to stay?" Ryan said with disappointment in his voice.

"It's combination of things. Adoptions are like this as well. Sometimes the birth mother doesn't want to see. I doubt you scared her. I think this time was harder for her then she expected." The couple nodded.

"Well, we're ready to take her home, if she's ready to be discharged." Desmond said.

"She is." The counselor said. The nurse came over with papers for them to verify and sign. After signing, the nurse let them into the nursery and over to the crib their little girl was in.

"Hi, baby girl." Ryan cooed. She looked up at her fathers and smiled. "Are you ready to go home Miss Michaela?" She grabbed Des's finger as he kissed her forehead. "Des, look at her. She's so beautiful." Desmond smiled as he placed the carrier on the table and prepared it for their daughter. He carefully picked her up from the crib and placed her inside the car seat, buckling her in. She squirmed a bit.

"I know sweetie, you're not used to that but you will be." Desmond said. Ryan kissed her and replaced the pacifier she spit out.

"I'll walk out with you." their counselor said. They waved good-bye to all of the nurses and staff and headed for the parking lot. Once Michaela was strapped in, Ryan sat next to her. They thanked the counselor again and headed home.

It was a typical New York traffic day, which meant busy streets, accidents and lots of stopping traffic. Little Michaela was asleep before they left the parking lot. Ryan just held her little hand as she slept.

"Do you think the dogs will be jealous?"

"I'm sure they will be. It will probably be a few weeks for we can let them all be in the same room." Desmond replied. "I'm just hoping she's not allergic."

"Well, we do have the HEPA filters and only a rug in her room. So dog hair shouldn't be a problem." Traffic came to a stand still about fifteen minutes from their apartment.

"And now we wait."

"I don't know if I trust myself driving in this crazy traffic with her in the car." Ryan said.

"You'll get used to it baby. You have to."

"I'm so scared that I'm going to forget something when I have her with me. I'll end up on the news or something." He sighed. "And what if she doesn't like us? What if she cries all night because she'd rather be somewhere else?"