He used to say that being gay meant he’d never have to tell anyone he was a father- it wasn’t supposed to happen, because it wasn’t exactly like it was something he’d had to risk. One night stands didn’t end with months of terror, since he didn’t have to worry about the whole pregnancy thing. But then his older brother had decided that he didn’t want anything to do with his two kids after his wife had left them in his custody, so now... Here he was. A dad. Maybe not biological- but he was a dad in every way that counted. Brynn was at preschool, and he was still trying to figure out how to function with a young baby Dalton strapped to his chest- which had to be mostly obvious from the way he was fumbling around in the coffee shop. “Okay buddy, please don’t spit that out. I do not trust in my ability to be able to pick it up off the ground without dropping you,” he said to the baby strapped to his chest, as if he might be able to understand him.