A/N: Just a little bit of shmoopy fluff before I return to the world of drama known as my other stories - LOL! OOC for Brian, I suppose, but hope you enjoy nonetheless...!

"Shit! Justin!"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come up here and retrieve your daughter? She just threw my car keys into the fucking toilet again!"

Justin bit back a laugh as he placed his omelet pan down on a separate burner and wiped his hands on one of their royal blue dishtowels. "I'm coming, don't panic," he called to Brian as he walked briskly up the imposing steps of Britin's mahogany staircase. He could hear voices filtering down from above as he approached the second floor landing and turned to the left toward the end of the hallway.

"Now why did you do that to Daddy's keys, Little Girl?" came the gentle reproachment. "You know he has to go to work. And Daddy's car doesn't unlock too easily after some little stinker throws his key fob into the toilet."

Justin curled his lips together in amusement as he heard the customary, high-pitched, lilting squeal in response. As he located the sound of their voices, he stopped at the entrance to his and Brian's impressive, master bathroom to secretly relish the sight of father and daughter. Brian was bouncing their daughter as he balanced her on one hip and held his toothbrush in his free hand. The little toddler was happily trying to remove a towel from around her father's neck as she giggled in response to his attempts at evading her. Justin decided as hard as it was to believe, the sight of his just-out-of-the-shower husband was even more sexier with their daughter being held in his arms. Of course, any time one could bask in the sight of Brian's half-naked, glistening wet, toned body dressed in only a towel that was hanging provocatively around his trim waist, that was always a fetching sight to behold any time...

"So you think this is funny, huh, Issy?" Brian murmured. "Well, let's see how funny this is when I can't go to work and you run out of diapers." As he spit out his toothpaste in the sink and placed his brush down beside the vanity before running some water in the bowl, he leaned down to place a kiss on his daughter's fair-haired head before he glanced back into the mirror to notice Justin gazing back at him with a soft smile on his face.

"So she's my daughter now, is she?" Justin asked, as he walked the few steps into the bathroom to scoop his and Brian's daughter up into his arms. "How come she's always MY daughter when she's up to no good?"

Brian seemed to contemplate the reasons as he mentally ticked them off in his head. "Uh….blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, always into mischief…..Yep, your daughter, all right. Especially in Kodak moments such as these." He reached over to grasp the handle of a white, disposable plastic toilet bowl cleaner with a grabber on the end and used it to retrieve his car keys from the bottom of the toilet bowl. He held the dripping keys over the sink as he turned toward Justin and, nose wrinkled in distate, stated, "You do realize this is the third key fob she's managed to ruin since she learned how to walk last month. Do you know how much these fucking things cost?"

Justin grinned as he rolled his eyes; Isabella merely wrapped her little, chubby hands around her Daddy's neck and peered back at the brunet innnocently in response. "Well, maybe someone should keep his keys out of reach of little inquisitive hands downstairs and this wouldn't happen."

Brian dropped his keys on top of the vanity and pulled off the plush towel that had been wrapped around his waist; he smirked as he noticed his husband's eyes immediately light up in desire as they quickly raked up and down his body appreciatively. Nice to know I've still got it…

"You know I like to keep them by the door on the table so I can grab them on the way out."

"Yeah, well, so does Issy…..try hanging them on the hook above it instead, Daddy."

"Gee, thanks for the advice, Sunshine," Brian muttered as he wiped the keys off with a hand towel. "I never would have thought of that." He began to walk by the blond toward their bedroom to get dressed when he stopped long enough to place another kiss on their daughter's cheek this time. "Issy," he whispered huskily, "Tell Daddy that I'll meet him in the master bedroom this evening for his Weekly Date Night – maybe he'll get lucky tonight after you go to bed."

"Cheapskate," Justin grumbled good-naturedly as he twisted his face upward to look into the toned, bronzed features of the man he had married about three years ago and kissed him deeply. Just when he had thought Brian couldn't come up with any more surprises, he had fooled him shortly afterward by convincing him he really did want to raise a child with him; the only stipulation was that they would use Justin's sperm for the donation, because he wanted a miniature version of him, not another clone of Gus, even though he was crazy about his son. To Brian's delight, when Isabella came along, she had proven to be exactly what he had been hoping for – a little girl with golden hair, long eyelashes, blue eyes like a crystal-clear sea, and a smile that wouldn't quit, just like her father's. "Sure you can afford me, Mr. Kinney? I've got pretty expensive tastes."

Brian smirked as he looked first at Justin, and then at their daughter, who was smiling back at him with the same sort of "Gotcha" look on her face, even though she had no possible idea what they were talking about. Little fucker – no WONDER she has me wrapped around her little, chubby finger – just like someone ELSE I know….

As the little girl gurgled happily in Justin's arms and placed her fingers in front of her father's mouth, Brian shook his head at the surreal picture in front of him as he watched Justin growl playfully and start nipping at the little girl's fingers with his teeth; she squealed and giggled once more in delight at the ticklish touch. As his heart warmed at the sight, Brian couldn't help wondering to himself, Who would have thought his life would have ever turned out this way into some sort of Twilight Zone form of homo domestic happiness? But truthfully, he couldn't deny it – he was fucking loving every minute of it…..although, he could without the fishing for key fobs in the toilet bowl...

"Well, while you keep your daughter out of trouble, Sunshine, I'm going to finish getting dressed so I can continue to keep you AND our Princess in the luxury to which you have both become accustomed. What time is Jennifer coming to pick Issy up?"

Justin shifted their daughter in his arms before stating, "About 9. And I can certainly use the free time away from our little tornado today; thank goodness my Mom loves to spoil her rotten. I've GOT to get that commissioned painting done today or I'll miss out on the early completion bonus the guy promised me. That bonus will pay for a hell of a lot of baby lotion and shampoo."

Brian smirked. "Good…..at least she'll continue to smell and feel soft to the touch at BOTH ends…..just like someone else I know." Justin blushed while Brian reached down to grasp him by the neck and pull him close enough to bestow another brief kiss before pulling back from father and daughter. "Sure Jennifer couldn't be talked into letting our little rebel rouser spend the night with her tonight?" he whispered huskily. "I could use a little adult R and R with someone's Daddy."

Justin felt his face flush at the darkened eyes of desire staring back at him; his almost visceral reaction to that look had never changed – and never will; as he stared into Brian's hazel eyes, he knew he would always feel the same way that he had felt that first night standing under that fateful streetlamp. "I'll see what I can do, Dad," Justin breathlessly promised, smiling softly.

Brian returned his smile with a tender look before nodding and walking past the two of them to enter their bedroom and get dressed.

As Issy cooed toddler talk to herself while she lay happily in his arms, Justin smiled down into the cherubic, pale face of their daughter - his and Brian's - and thought to himself, Life doesn't get any better than this...