Author's Note: STOP!!!
If you've read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.
I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time.
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Six weeks came and went WAY to fast. Darren and Cathy had both figured that they would have plenty of time to sort things out before Cathy's maternity leave was over, but now they found themselves staring at one of the ugly realities of new parenthood: childcare.
Together, they made a pretty good living, but they were not prepared for the cost of taking care of Jessica while they were at work. The only thing they had decided early on was that the nanny thing wasn't an option; it would be bad enough having a stranger taking care of their child without also having her live in their house. Their friends Michael and Terri Watson swore by theirs, but it'd been a huge pain in the ass to find her. Of course, unbeknownst to Darren, Cathy had come up with what she thought was a workable solution.
"Darren, why don't you stay home and take care of Jessica?" she asked innocently one night.
"What!?!" he sputtered. "What do you mean, 'Why don't I stay home?'"
"Hold on," she answered calmly. "Look, up until now you've always held the kind of job that you wanted. I've always supported that. But let's face it; you've never made a hell of a lot of money. In fact, I think what you make now probably wouldn't even cover the cost of childcare. If you stopped working, at best it would be a wash."
She had a good point, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"Fine, throw that up in my face," he growled. "If you wanted some suit, you never should have married me! I never claimed that I was going to be some corporate bigwig."
"Darren, that's not what I'm saying. I just want what's best for Jessica. If I could, I'd stay home in a minute, but we both know that we can't afford that."
"Look, if my salary basically just covers the cost of childcare, then I should have a say as to whether or not I want to slave away just to pay it or if I want to stay home and take care of the baby myself. Besides, what the hell do I know about taking care of an infant?"
He crossed his arms and leaned back in the sofa, signaling that he was done talking about it. He could act like such a baby sometimes, Cathy thought to herself. But she knew better than to push on; all it would do is prolong the argument, and neither of them was known for giving in. Instead, she nodded her head solemnly, stood up, and went upstairs.
When Darren joined her in the bedroom a few minutes later, she had already turned off the light and crawled under the covers. He stripped and slid in beside her, surprised to find that she was dressed in a sweatshirt and shorts.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, his surprise evident. They'd both slept nude for years.
"Nothing," she mumbled back over her shoulder sleepily.
"Fine," he huffed, turning his back to her noisily.