New beginnings

Chapter 18

This chapter contains implied sexual actions.

Miss Hildegard kept a stern poker face as Fiddleford gave her a tour of the house, only scribbling notes down and nodding as a sign of communication.
"I've seen enough" she stated as they peered into the small bedroom in the attic. Fidd's heart sank in his chest at those words. Her stern monotone voice gave away no hints as it being good or bad.
"I need to talk to your supervisor" she stated whilst jotting down some notes, not bothering to look up from the clipboard. Fidd nodded silently and followed her down the stairs to the kitchen.

Ford hadn't moved from his place in the kitchen since that morning. Still pretending to catalog the weather, he had never spent this much time not working on the portal, Bill surely wouldn't be happy about that but this was for Fiddleford. One day off wouldn't hurt. He looked up to see the two walk into the kitchen, Fiddleford's face was sweating slightly and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Ford was so concentrated on figuring out Fiddleford's confusing expression that he hadn't noticed the stout woman sit opposite him until she cleared her throat. He jumped slightly from the sudden noise and turned toward her.
"Mr Mcgucket may you please leave the room for this part?" She asked and turned her head slowly to face him. Fidd nodded slowly, glanced slightly at Ford before heading into the living room.

The wait felt like forever. Fiddleford sat on the small arm chair, impatiently drumming his fingers against his arm. Putting all of his power into not letting himself grab a fistful of hair due to the anxiety inducing wait. His knee bounced slowly and he chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to pass the time. What could they be talking about in there? Hopefully Ford had stuck to the meteorologist story. What if she thinks Fidd would be a terrible parent? Or what if she saw completely through the 'plutonic friendship' thing? What if he didn't get to see Tate again? Oh god, all of these thoughts were just making him worry even more. His knee bouncing became furiously faster and out of rhythm. He was about to reach up to grasp a fistful of his hair when he heard the scraping of chairs against the kitchen floor.

Fidd sat up and tried to listen to the conversation. Hoping for a sign as to how the interview went. Stanford soon appeared in the door way. His expression was blank, he had no clue as to how this was going to end. Stanford said nothing and just beckoned Fiddleford to the hall with his hand.

Miss Hildegard was standing next to the door, her clipboard under her arm and she was...smiling? Fiddleford was confused, excited and also a bit nervous.
"Mr Mcgucket, after a thorough inspection of your home I have come to a conclusion that this house is fit for a child to inhabit. Congratulations" her tone was still rather dull and droning, it didn't quite match what she was saying. Fidd couldn't believe it, he was stuck for words.
"T-thank you" was all he could choke. He was bursting at the seems with joy, he clutched her outstretched hand and shook it vigorously, his smile continued to grow wider and wider on his face. Words couldn't describe his feelings. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, elated, absolutely euphoric.
"A letter should arrive of my verdict within a week, stating your legal possession of the child" she stated before pulling her hand away from Fiddleford's handshake of happiness and opened the door behind her.
"Thank you so much, miss Hildegard" he nodded with joy a radiant smile beaming from his face.
"Your welcome, goodbye Mr Mcgucket, Mr Pines" she waved before walking down the porch toward her car.

Stanford shut the door behind her, smiling at his counterpart. He wasn't entirely prepared for the other man to leap onto his torso and wrap his long legs around his hips. Fiddleford grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in for an abrupt kiss on the lips. They pulled apart for only a short time.
"Uhh..congratulations" was all Ford could say before he was pulled into another kiss. Stanford stumbled backward slightly with the force of Fiddleford's lips on his. After a moment of small groans they pulled apart for air.
"Get ta that bedroom now, fer the best sex of yer life" Fidd whispered in Stanford's ear and pulling his tie slightly. Fiddleford gave little time for Stanford to process those words before climbing off of his counterpart and walked down the hall toward the bedroom. Ford's eyes widened in realisation and followed eagerly behind his boyfriend that was leading him toward the bedroom.

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Ford collapsed on the bed beside Fiddleford. Their chests rising and falling at fast pace as they regained their breath.
"That...was...amazing" Ford heaved, looking over at his lover.
"Well I did promise ya" Fidd replied and moved closer to his boyfriend.
"And it's a special occasion as well" he added and laid his head on Stanford's chest.
"Yeah....congratulations my dear" Stanford whispered and kissed Fidd's head. The other man gave a small purr and nuzzled against Stanford, twirling his fingers in his fluffy chest hair, drawing little shapes against his chest.
"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" Ford asked, stroking Fiddleford's head.
"The best" he yawned and hugged Stanford close to him. "Besides me of course, although you can be kind of stupid and reckless and you can't cook jack shit"
"Hey, I thought you liked my cooking"
"It's not one of your strongest suits, but above all I think you'd be a great dad and I know Tate will like you" he smiled and sighed into Ford's torso.

Stanford smiled to himself, things really were looking up for him, Fiddleford and their soon to be family. He exhaled and cuddled up close to the man that was now slumbering against his chest.