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Who: Gen Hart-Campbell, Mark Campbell, James Campbell and Clint Chevalier
What: Assessing the situation
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: After this

Gen was stressed and nervous beyond belief. While she was in an executive meeting about the next issue of FABULOUS, Mark called and left a message with her PA saying something had come up about Justin and he really needed to see her ASAP, asking her if she could come home early. Of course, as soon as he mentioned Justin, she dropped everything and came home. When she got there, she found Mark in the living room with James and Clint. Mark was sitting on the edge of the sofa with a folder of documents open on the coffee table with James sitting beside him looking like he wasn’t sure what the hell was going on either. Clint was perched on the back of the nearest armchair, using the seat as a footrest, as was his want. It was his presence that most unnerved Gen.

That was when her stomach dropped. “Please tell me no one’s hurt him again,” she begged, feeling teary. She dropped her handbag on the floor by the coffee table and went to give Mark a kiss. She sat beside him, eyes skimming over the documents but nothing looked familiar. “What’s going on?”

( Mark hadn’t told James or Clint anything yet. He wanted to drop all this on everyone at the same time so he didn’t have to keep rehashing it, especially why he couldn’t just stand by and ignore it... )

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Rugrat's on the mend. This parenting shit ain't fucking easy. I need a fucking nap.

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Who: Clint Chevalier and Angela Ashwood
What: The Dad'ing Thing
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: After this

Clint hadn't slept at all the night before, save for a twenty minute snooze on the sofa before his kid threw up all over him. He was home alone on Dad Duty that night. Lincoln was away modelling on a location shoot and Lexie was following up on a lead with one of her cases in Chicago. Angela was working nights on an important case so whether Clint was ready or not, whether he knew that the hell to do, he was all hands on deck when his baby son, Zephyr, came down with a bug.

He surprised himself how well he kept his shit together. It was awful seeing your child like that and not being able to convey to them it would be okay and he'd feel better soon. He didn't even realise it was morning hours until Angela was coming home. Clint was in the kitchen pouring some apple juice into Zephy's favourite sippy cup then watering it down to see if he would have any luck getting this into him, a suggestion from Richie. He had Zephyr nursed against his chest because every time he tried to put him down for too long, he would bawl, which would make him throw up again. He had fallen asleep so Clint was reluctant to put him down in case he woke him up.

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Just a head's up, Zeph's turned into a lil puke and shit machine and I dunno if he's contagious. I checked with Richie and he said there's shit going around some nurseries. Don't stress, I'm handling it. I know what to look for if he gets worse.

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This sexy bitch, rockin' the baby daddy look.

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groovykindoflove

This gorgeous piece of adorable is my nephew! #somuchloveomg #babysitting #uncleduties

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How'yre feeling, champ? Not gonna lie, we all thought you were a fucking goner for about thirty seconds. Hope that lady of yours is reminding you what you gotta keep living for.

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Who: Mark Campbell, with Ashley Emmerson, Clint Chevalier, James Campbell and Euan Fitzpatrick
What: Information Manipulation
Where: Campbell, Page, Waterston & Associates, Manhattan, NYC
When: After this and this

When Mark walked into his boardroom for a vital and urgent closed meeting, he baulked a little when he saw the case files stacked in front of Euan and James, who were sitting on the opposite side of the conference table. Behind them, Clint was perched on the windowsill, leaning casually back against the glass with his arms folded. Ashley was also there, who was still technically Justin’s personal independent legal representative for everything. By this point, he knew the kid almost as well as Mark did, and Mark trusted him implicitly with his son’s life.

( Despite wishing Justin’s evil cunt of a birth mother a slow and painful death, which Clint orchestrated to sheer perfection, it had been too much to hope that it was as easy as getting rid of her and living happily ever after... )

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Who: Mark Campbell with Arian Alcott and Clint Chevalier
What: The hardest job in the world
Where: Home, Upper East Side, NYC
When: After this

Mark was trying to stay busy, but it wasn't an easy task. He had a pile of legal briefs sitting on the outdoor table beside him but his attempts to study them hadn't been successful. He had his laptop open in front of him where he had answered some urgent emails, and beside that, an unopened bottle of scotch. He made a little leeway with his work because his mind kept wandering. That was inevitable, considering his son was going through one of the worst episodes of his illness to-date, hospitalised in the youth psych unit in Westchester. Even sitting in the rooftop garden by the pool out in the sunshine hadn't helped. Mark owned the entire top floor of the apartment building now, and when he had bought the second apartment connected to his, he got the full deeds to the rooftop garden, though it was secured with walls that couldn't be scaled so Justin was safe up here too. No one else was here, so it was peaceful. He could think, and right now, he needed to think. Think and wait. The waiting was the hardest part.

And apparently ensure he didn't end up with a pack-a-day smoking habit. He had just lit up his third straight cigarette when Arian came out into the garden holding a large envelope. "From Sash?" he asked, catching the cigarette between his fingers and ashing it as he blew the smoke over his shoulder. "I just got a text confirming your appointment with Hunter this afternoon. I think we're going to need to think about a little bit of rehab for Jus somewhere. School will be out for the summer by the time he's discharged, so Sash can be with him to help out. Maybe somewhere all the kids can go for a timeout. Maybe you could research some places in line with his therapy regime once it's set."

( Ari nodded and handed Mark the envelope... )

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Who: Clint Chevalier, Euan Fitzpatrick, Mark Campbell, James Campbell and Hunter Alexander
What: Revenge is best served murderous
Where: Chevalier-Cole-Ashwood joint, NYC
When: After this and this

Clint had his baby son expertly nursed against his shoulder when he opened the door to his pals. Normally, he would arrange a meeting like this away from home, but he was on solo daddy duty that evening. "Come in. Sorry, my hands are fucking full at the moment. Ange and Lex are away on some dirty lesbo weekend for an anniversary or some shit, and Linc's on a location shoot in Hawaii. I'm left holding the rugrat. Don't worry, he only understands sprog-speak, so your secrets're fucking safe. But I can't put him down, or he'll scream the fucking place to rubble. I dunno what's up with him, but he's a moody shit today."

He had tried everything since Angela and Lexie left at lunchtime, but all he had succeeded in was getting Zephyr to nap for about 3.4 minutes and crap his diaper what felt like about 12 times in the last hour. He was quiet and calm if Clint held him, and all hell broke loose when he tried to put him down for too long. But he was under strict orders to try to stick to a feeding schedule, at least, even if everything else went to shit. Clint wasn't quite as clueless of the process of parenthood as he used to be, but he still felt like his skills paled in comparison to those made to do this job. Like all three of the dudes arriving now to talk about a really fucking sensitive subject. Clint wasn't sure he would have the stamina Mark did to handle all he did with his kid. Clint felt sick to his stomach when he worried about what Zephyr might be like when he grew up, hoping like hell it was nothing like him, even if the kid was looking more and more like him by the day.

"You look rough, bud. I know it's not usually allowed on the menu, but if you want a drink, I'm happy to cough up. You look like you need it," Clint commented as Mark came in with his brother, James. This was some really fucking serious business and Clint wasn't surprised Mark needed back-up. He probably wasn't going to deal well with what Clint revealed here, that he had found out instigating some heavy digging into the situation that was the biological mother of Mark's kid. He nodded to Euan as he passed. "I take it all this is well off the fucking record?"

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Who: Clint Chevalier and Mark Campbell
What: When shit gets real again
Where: Campbell & Associates HQ, NYC
When: Serious-fucking-Business-O'Clock

Mark was sitting at his desk with a wireless telephone headset in his ear, massaging his forehead as he listened to one of his long-term clients rambling on about wanting to sue some wanker or another. It was always something. If he wasn’t a well-paying client, he would’ve palmed him off to one of his juniors, like poor Ashley or Dani. But why ruin their day too? He had stopped taking notes on his legal pad around ten minutes ago and recorded the conversation instead. He could get one of their paralegals to listen over to it and pluck out all the relevant information.

There was a knock at his office door and his Executive Assistant came in to flag him. He put the phone call on mute. She normally only interrupted his conference calls if it was something important or urgent. That made him nervous considering how up and down Justin was. Justin had come home from work the night before in an autopilot state. Didn’t say a word to anyone and when Sasha came out of the shower, found Justin in bed crashed out fully-clothed. It was rare for Justin to not shower after he performed. He tended to like to wash away the character and leave it back on the stage. Mark knew something was off, but Justin hadn’t opened up about it yet. Sasha confirmed there was ‘something’ but he ended up coming down with a bad migraine when they planned to talk about it. Justin hadn’t mentioned it since. These were the days that having a disabled kid was such a fight. He wanted to be able to pull Justin into a hug, tell him it would all be okay, and beg him to talk about it. However, instead of letting him do that, Justin skipped breakfast and went for a personal-training session early, and was gone before Mark came out to the kitchen.

( Wendy stepped aside and revealed Clint standing in the doorway... )

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I piss off for two fucking minutes and Christmas pukes all over my kid.

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Never thought I'd worship a bible.

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americanskin

Snoozes with Daddy. I could watch him sleep forever ♥

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Who: Clint Chevalier and Lexie Cole
What: Overdue chats
Where: Home, NYC
When: Saturday night

Some nights, Clint just couldn’t sleep. All his demons would haunt his mind, prowling around in the darkened depths of his grey matter, refusing to let him rest. So much had happened in his life recently that it would never have happened without the lingering scent of trauma permeating the days he got to keep existing. He never really took life for granted. He rarely looked beyond the here and now. He didn’t believe tomorrow was anything anyone had control over. He had seen and done so many fucked up things, he was never going to see the world in a bright and happy light anymore. He didn’t hate life. He didn’t hate existing. He just thought a lot of things were bullshit, and a lot of people full of bullshit. In a way, he was a complicated person but there were very few who knew every side of him.

So he didn’t wake Lincoln, he got up and went outside to have a smoke. The nights were getting cooler now that summer was waving goodbye again. Cold didn’t bother him, so he didn’t bother putting a shirt on. He wouldn’t have even bothered with boxers if he and Lincoln lived alone. If he could make a living being a nudist, he would do it. He ended up having three smokes and accompanied them with a beer. He lived by his own rules and gave few fucks about conforming. He gave no fucks about what anyone thought of his lack of conforming. Still, you didn’t just nearly survive your other half almost being murdered in front of you, discovering your cousin was actually your twin brother, and discovering the evil murdering cunt of an uncle was actually your biological father, and come out unscathed or unaffected. It was traumatic, but he chose to deal with the outfall of that in private, brooding to himself, taking matters into his own hands.

( Then there was Lexie getting titty cancer. Like, fuck, her tits were actually trying to kill her and they had to go... )

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I'd sing in a band that played these songs. What d'ya say, Cruz man?

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Who: Angela Ashwood, Lincoln Cole and Clint Chevalier
What: New family dynamics
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Sunday

Everything had changed in these last couple of months. There was no way to ever anticipate what the terrible turn life threw at them, but there was no choice to sink or swim. It was swim only, and swim like the fucking wind because there was a new tiny person who needed them all to have their shit together so he could survive. Angela knew she fell the hardest. She experienced things she thought she would have been immune to, and it was the hardest thing she had ever survived. She faced shit in the past, but this was the worst of all. She struggled. She had a terrible experience with Postpartum Depression where she suffered a terrible phobia that she was going to kill her baby if she touched him. Their time in hospital was a marathon. Not just for her new baby boy, but for her also. She had to be medicated and she had to have a lot of intensive therapy to heal. Gone were plans to breastfeed him, so that avenue of bonding had been annihilated. But she got there, little by little. If he could be strong and fight to survive, she could too.

And he did. More and more each day, he began to gain strength. He didn't thrive, because this wasn't a fake superhero movie where someone farted and saved the world from the Apocalypse. It was a real tiny little baby who survived against the odds, and he was her son. He was little, very little. But he didn't have to be big to be strong. She knew his daddy's genes were definitely on their side, and finally, Nate came by the day before and said Zéphyr was given the all-clear to go home. It was terrifying, but at the same time, the first day of the rest of their lives.

They had received so many gifts for him, that it was impossible to know what to dress him in to take him home. Soon, she settled on a gorgeous little blue and lemon ducky outfit from Lorenzo and Lewis, a little hat from Richie, and tiny knitted booties from Granny Cole. She tied the little bows and then scooped him up into her arms while he slept on. It had been a rough night, but that was part and parcel with the health issues he had. He was alive, that was all the mattered.

americanskin

This little lovebug is finally off ventilators and mechanical assistance and allowed to go home tomorrow. Can't believe it ♥ #myworld

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Damn, I've been using fucking pussy condoms this whole time? FML.

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Legit.

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Foreskin Gump #superb

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Ange fucking finally conquered breastfeeding. That's my boy! I'm hearing you, son. Titties are fucking awesome.

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Other half's a fucking natural.

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The truth behind dick docking. Told you it's fucking barbaric! Generations of fucking sheep chopping their kids' cocks. Anyone goes near my kid with a scalpel, I will slit your throat with it and shove your spinal cord up your fucking ass #UNCUTFUCKINGUNITED

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Who: Clint Chevalier and Angela Ashwood
What: Intervention
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday night

Clint was feeling a little life-hungover right now. He wasn't sure what way was up, he felt like he hadn't slept in a month, and there seemed to suddenly be five hundred and fucking one things to think about. And in amongst all that, was a tiny ball of flesh in a glass box at the epicentre of the whole thing. Clint was still adjusting to that part. He was pretty sure he would still be fucking adjusting to it when the kid was up on a stage in a graduation cap and gown.

This fathering thing wasn't coming natural. It wasn't even really coming. He had this undeniably strong connection with the kid, but he still felt like he was a fraud. Lorenzo had the daddy mojo, and so did Lincoln. Lincoln was loving every minute, and despite his own challenges and struggles, he pretty much had the dad reigns right now. No one was pushing Clint to get his shit together. Not really. Coaxing was probably more the adequate description. One thing Clint discovered he fucking loved more than words could say was seeing Lincoln with the baby. It looked so fucking right, but there was something vital missing from the whole equation...

Clint had just been outside for a smoke and was now heading through the High Dependency Maternity Unit. He chatted to Zane briefly to get some updates, and thanked him again for taking extremely good care of Ange for them all. Now he came to Ange's door and knocked softly on the frame. "So, a little fucking birdy tole me you've gone AWOL from the NICU."

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Okay, there's no fucking way my kid is human. Nothing that fucking toxic or extensive can come out of any human of that fucking size. Holy fucking hell.

imtoofabulous

Sitting Hols so Renz and Lew can have a night off. Read the same story 5 times over. I could get used to this #familyiseverything

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Where are you? I've pulled strings. If you don't take Ange to see the baby, I will. Have you spoken to Ainsley?

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I'm in love ♥

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Who: Lorenzo and Clint Chevalier
What: The family grows
Where: NICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this

Lorenzo wouldn't let Lewis take him home after what went down. It didn't matter if he should be on bed rest and taking it easier, nothing would have gotten his ass out of that hospital while his brother and extended family were going through so much. Lewis was understandably worried, but knowing people in high places helped, and Lorenzo retained the hospital room so he could at least be under the same roof as Clint while everything was so precarious. As much as he wanted to be taken straight to Clint to help him, and be there for him, he respected that Lincoln was Clint's husband. Same as Clint had respected that Lewis was Lorenzo's husband when he had been in the worst condition. Lewis said he and Clint spoke a lot, but Clint hadn't tried to stick his nose in on what was Lewis' responsibility. Boundaries were something they were learning now everything had changed, but they were getting there.

This wasn't what anyone would have seen coming. You would never wish complications on any pregnant woman or their baby. It was a hard enough experience as it was, and all you were doing was trying to learn and get it right. But the body could be fragile and things could go wrong. Lewis made sure he had constant updates coming to him so he could keep Lorenzo in the loop like he needed to be. No news had come for a long stretch of time there, but just as Lorenzo had started to feel panicky that the worst was happening, Richie came up and delivered the news the baby had been born safely by emergency c-section, and transferred to the NICU under Nate's care once he was stable.

Like Holly, he was small at birth. Holly only just breached four pounds, but this little button was even smaller, but born earlier than Holly, so that was understandable. Lorenzo cried in relief when he heard that his nephew had at least arrived safely. Though he was critical. He needed a lot of intervention to be able to grow and thrive. He would need help getting his tiny organs to grow and strengthen. But the worst was past. Ange was kept in Recovery for quite a long time, but considering the blood loss she had suffered prior to the birth, and then another large haemorrhage after the birth, it was the best place for her. Richie said that as soon as she was stabled, they would transfer her to the ICU, just over from the NICU. She would be able to see the baby as soon as she could safely be moved.

Lorenzo had to get to Clint. He wasn't going to be able to rest until he could see him. Even if Lewis was a giant ball of stress at the moment, he didn't even try to intercept Lorenzo's twintuition. It was a new thing for him to be experiencing. At least, consciously. So, Richie arranged for a wheelchair to take Lorenzo over to the NICU and once he got there safely, Lewis was going to take Holly home to bathe her and put her to bed. Or probably put her in their bed with him. She had been shaken up with what happened and they had spent the day taking turns nursing her in their arms because she started to scream again every time they put her down. She would probably be okay once she could get a cuddle from her Auntie Angie again.

Gowned up and Richie pretty much drowning him in antibacterial wash, Lorenzo was finally taken in to where Clint was sitting by an incubator. Holy fuck, surreal sight. Richie, baby brother to both of them now, knew they needed twin time alone, even if he was officially an uncle all over again and this time from scratch. As soon as he was at Clint's side, Lorenzo put his hand on Clint's back. "Hey. We've got this, okay? All of us, as a family. You ain't on your own, dude. Fuck, you're a dad. This is incredible."

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Who: Clint Chevalier with Lincoln Cole
What: That moment that changes everything
Where: NICU, Mount Sinai
When: Late Friday night

Clint was glad it was a familiar face who delivered the news. Nathan came to find Clint what seemed like endless hours since he had to watch Angela be rushed off to surgery because she had lost too much blood to be able to wait anymore. The baby was in distress and his heartbeat had been racing. They didn't want to risk it. He was too small, there was too much risk. As it was, no one could guarantee he would survive, but they had to do all they could to save Ange's life too. How the fuck had this all gone so terribly wrong, and no one had any warning of it?

Because it was one of those spontaneous things that could 'just happen'. Clint really fucking struggled to sign those consent papers. It was a consent to try to save the baby's life before Angela's, because he knew that was what she would want. It wasn't what he wanted. He didn't understand the choice between a life that already existed to what that was yet to be. But he signed the fucking papers. The wait had been unbearable. Lincoln never left his side. This was one of those married life things you never wanted to have to fucking face. At one point there, Clint wasn't sure he could get it together to go back inside the hospital. He nearly gave the fuck up, which he hated himself for. He wasn't a fucking quitter, but this had floored him.

And then Nathan was there. Angela was still unstable in Recovery, but they had delivered the baby safely and even if they struggled to get him to respond when he was first born, they intubated him stabilised him.

( Three fucking pounds, even... )

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Who: Lincoln Cole with Clint Chevalier
What: Fear of the unknown
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this, simultaneous to this

Lincoln knew. He had known all along. He had seen something different in Clint's eyes right back at that first moment when Angela and Emily broke the news that Angela was pregnant. That was the moment something inside Clint changed, and Lincoln had witnessed it, even if Clint himself hadn't even realised it. Lincoln knew Clint perhaps better than just about everyone else in this world. Just about - Lorenzo would always be the one who knew him best of all. That was exactly how it should be. Lincoln, being a twin himself, would never try to compete with that. Clint was something different to him that he was to Lorenzo. That was the beauty of it all.

( Lincoln observed a lot more than he spoke about... )

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Who: Clint
What: Devastation
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this

The worst moments of Clint's life had happened in this fucking hospital. Today was no exception. Anger was the easiest emotion of the whole fucking lot for him to deal with, and he had nearly hit Riley when the news had been delivered that might have to perform an emergency c-section to deliver his son or his and Angela's lives could both be at risk. Clint didn't know how to process any of this. The decision to father a child hadn't really been a voluntary one. It had never been a desire for him. He hadn't gone through any sort of yearning journey to have kids, and never thought it would be something he would do. There was nothing paternal in him.

But Angela wanted him as the baby daddy, and then Lincoln was reluctant to commit to the whole arrangement unless it meant he and Clint were involved as parents just as much as Angela and Emily were. It was the first Clint knew that Lincoln wanted to be a father. But these whole past couple of years of his life had been one fucking large rollercoaster of tragedy and change. This wasn't a place he expected himself to ever be, but now he was being faced with it, he wasn't prepared.

( There had been some emotional progression in recent months. After seeing the 3D/4D scan of the baby, where it didn't just have a face and looked relatively human, it had a gender, and Angela had delivered the news to him that it was his son growing in her gut... )

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