The Dreamer - 15. Chapter 15 - Stars in the Sky

Part 1 - Shooting Stars

The next nine months were nerve-wracking for both Manny and Robby. They doted on Allison and Alicia, their love for their soon-to-be children growing with each passing day. As Allison and Alicia’s bellies grew, so did the anticipation. They spent hours poring over parenting books, decorating the nursery, and ensuring every detail was perfect for their new arrivals. There were sleepless nights where Manny and Robby would sit together, quietly talking about the future, their hopes, and their fears. They knew they were ready, but the reality of becoming parents still felt surreal.

The big day was soon approaching, and the doctor had given them their estimated delivery dates, cautioning them to be ready at the first signs of labor. As the days ticked by, the excitement was almost unbearable. They practiced their routes to the hospital, packed and repacked the overnight bags, and double-checked the car seats—anything to feel prepared for the moment their lives would change forever.

They hosted small gatherings at their home with Allison and Alicia, where they would share meals, laugh about the challenges of pregnancy, and talk about the future. Manny and Robby marveled at how naturally motherhood seemed to come to Allison and Alicia. They knew that, while they would be the primary caregivers, their children would always have the love and presence of these incredible women in their lives.

On August 21, the long wait came to an end. After a whirlwind of events, including a rushed drive to the hospital and a few tense hours in the delivery room, Manny and Robby became parents to three beautiful children—two boys and a girl. They named the boys Brandon and Kyle, and the girl Ally, a name chosen to represent the deep bond and alliance between Allison and Alicia, who had brought them into the world.

Motherhood seemed second nature to Allison and Alicia, and as they nursed and cared for the newborns, Manny and Robby watched, learned, and took every opportunity to bond with their children. There was an unspoken understanding that, no matter what, these children would always know the women who gave them life. The early days were filled with a mixture of exhaustion, joy, and a profound sense of fulfillment. Manny and Robby took turns with late-night feedings, diaper changes, and the endless rocking that seemed to be the only thing that soothed the babies to sleep. Despite the challenges, they wouldn’t trade these moments for anything in the world.

Allison's Thoughts on Motherhood and their Unique Family

I can't believe they are here. After nine long months, they are finally here! The boys are perfect, absolutely perfect. I can’t stop staring at them, their tiny fingers curling around Manny’s and Robby’s hands, their little breaths soft and steady as they sleep. Their delicate faces are a blend of Manny’s gentleness and Robby’s strength. I can see Manny in both of them—their beautiful smiles, those stunning eyes, and a headful of dark, soft hair that’s already a little unruly.

The room feels warm and alive, filled with love and laughter. Manny’s parents are here, doting on their grandchildren with so much pride it’s almost overwhelming. My own parents, too, are nearby, their initial concerns about my decision fading as they see the joy these babies have brought into the world. And then there’s Alicia, seated across the room with baby Ally nestled in her arms. Ally—Robby’s biological daughter, with her tiny, perfect face and her dad’s unmistakable eyes. It feels surreal to see her here, her little hand gripping Alicia’s finger, already so deeply loved.

Alicia’s parents are here too, sharing in the moment with quiet smiles and soft laughter. They had been a little unsure at first, unsure of what it meant for their daughter to carry Robby’s child and share such a unique connection with his family. But now, as they sit together, exchanging glances of pride and joy, it’s clear they understand. Ally is their granddaughter, a beautiful gift who has already brought so much love into their lives. Together with the twins, Ally is part of a family that has grown beyond the bounds of tradition.

These babies—Brandon, Kyle, and Ally—are surrounded by love. Manny and Robby’s family may not look conventional, but it’s full of so much care, so much joy, that it’s impossible not to feel it in every corner of the room.

And yet, there’s an ache in my heart as I think about Robby’s parents. They’re not here. They chose not to be. Robby hasn’t spoken to them since they cut him out of their lives, refusing to accept him for who he is and for the love he shares with Manny. I glance at Robby, holding Kyle with an expression of pure love and pride, and I can’t help but think of all they’re missing. If only they could see him now—see the pride in his eyes, the way he beams every time he looks at his children or Manny—how could they not change their minds?

What kind of parent turns their back on their child, on the life and family they’ve built? Why couldn’t they learn to accept Robby as Manny’s parents accepted him? Manny’s mom has welcomed Robby with open arms, treating him like one of her own, and the bond between them is undeniable. It breaks my heart to think that Robby’s parents can’t see what I see: a man who has overcome so much, a man who loves with his whole heart, and a man who deserves every happiness this life has to offer.

But despite the sadness that lingers, Robby hasn’t let their rejection define him. He’s here now, holding his son, building a family with Manny, and surrounding himself with people who love him for who he is. Ally will grow up knowing her dads, her brothers, and a family that will embrace her unconditionally. These babies might never know their other grandparents, but they will never lack for love. They’ll grow up with the warmth and support of Manny’s family, my family, Alicia’s love, her parents’ kindness, and most importantly, their dads’ unwavering commitment to them.

As I sit back and take it all in—the way Manny leans into Robby’s shoulder as they share a quiet laugh, Alicia’s soft hums as she soothes Ally, and the way the twins seem to sense their parents’ love even in their sleep—I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. This family is whole now. Manny and Robby are parents. Alicia and I, and our parents, are part of their story. But this is their moment, their beginning. And as much as I love these babies, I know they are exactly where they are meant to be.

Alicia's Thoughts on Motherhood and their Unique Family

I never thought I’d be here—sitting in a room filled with this much love, this much joy. Ally is in my arms, so tiny, so perfect. She’s got Robby’s eyes, those deep, soulful eyes that seem to hold the weight of everything and the promise of so much more. And while I carried her for nine months, I know she’s part of something bigger than just me. She’s a part of Robby and Manny, a piece of their dream. But she’s also mine. My daughter. My Ally.

For years, I struggled to understand who I was, to face the parts of myself I was too afraid to acknowledge. Loving Allison changed everything. She gave me the courage to look inward, to stop running from the truth I had buried for so long. And now, as I glance across the room and see her smiling at me—her warmth, her strength—I feel a happiness I never thought possible. She loves me for who I am, for the parts of me I was once ashamed of, and for that, I’ll never stop being grateful.

This family—our family—is nothing like I ever imagined for myself. It’s messy and unconventional and full of complexities, but it’s also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been a part of. To know that Ally is growing up surrounded by this much love fills me with a peace I can’t quite put into words. She has so many people who care for her—Manny and Robby, Allison, and me, and even my parents, who have embraced this family in a way I never expected. It’s not just her dads who will guide her; it’s all of us, together, creating a foundation of love and acceptance.

I glance across the room at Manny, who is holding Brandon with the tenderness of someone who already knows how to love deeply, and Robby, who looks completely enchanted by Kyle’s feisty personality. Even at this age, Kyle has a spark—a wildness about him that I know is going to keep his parents on their toes for years to come. And then there’s Brandon, so calm and observant, already the grounding force in this little trio. Ally will fit somewhere in between them, I think—full of curiosity but with her own quiet strength.

Allison is leaning against the arm of the couch, her laughter filling the air as she watches everything unfold. She catches my eye, and the warmth of her gaze is like a promise—a promise that we’re in this together. Her love has been my anchor, my guide, and my home. In her, I found the courage to be myself, and in this family, I’ve found a place where I belong.

Ally is lucky. She’ll grow up knowing who she is, never having to hide, never having to be afraid of being loved for exactly who she’ll become. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll all make sure of it. And in loving her, I’ve found pieces of myself I didn’t even know were missing.

This is what family is, I realize. Not perfection. Not tradition. But love—messy, unconditional, expansive love. And as I hold Ally, my heart full, I know I’ve found my place, my home, in this incredible, unexpected family.

Year 1 - Brandon, Kyle and Ally

The first year was a whirlwind for Manny and Robby. Between sleepless nights, diaper changes, and figuring out how to juggle work and parenting, they often found themselves stumbling through the chaos. There were moments of laughter and wonder, but there were also plenty of calls to Allison and Alicia whenever something felt like uncharted territory.

One evening, Manny stood in the nursery with a fussy Brandon in his arms. Kyle was squirming in his crib, kicking his tiny legs, while Ally lay quietly in hers, watching the commotion with her wide, curious eyes.

Manny dialed Allison in a mild panic, pacing the room as Brandon’s cries grew louder. “Allison, I don’t know what to do. Brandon, he won’t stop crying. Kyle seems to be okay for now, but he’s more fidgety than usual, and Ally just seems to be tuning everything out. Should we take them to the doctor? What could be wrong?”

On the other end, Allison’s calm voice was like a lifeline. “Manny, nothing to worry about. Have you checked to see if they’re teething? It sounds like they might be starting to get their first teeth.”

Manny froze mid-step. “Teething?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “What do you mean, teething? How do I know if that’s it?”

Allison chuckled softly. “Teething, Manny. You know, when babies start getting their first teeth? It can make their gums sore, and that’s probably why Brandon is so upset. Kyle might be feeling it too, and Ally—well, Ally’s just being Ally. Remember how Alicia told us her parents didn’t even realize when she started teething because she was so calm? Looks like she inherited that.”

Manny let out a shaky laugh, his nerves starting to settle. “So, what do I do? I don’t want Brandon to be in pain.”

“Okay,” Allison said, her voice turning practical. “Do you have any teething rings? They should be cool—not cold, just cool. Let him chew on that. It’ll help soothe his gums. You can also gently rub his gums with your finger. That should ease some of the discomfort.”

Manny glanced at the baby bag near the crib and nodded to himself. “I think we have one of those rings somewhere. I’ll grab it.”

“All right,” Allison said warmly. “And Manny, don’t stress too much. This is all normal. You’re doing a great job, I promise. Babies cry, teething happens, and you’re figuring it out, just like every parent does.”

Hearing her reassurance, Manny smiled despite the chaos. “Thanks, Allison. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

After hanging up, Manny grabbed the teething ring from the bag, following Allison’s instructions. Brandon’s cries softened as he gnawed on the cool ring, and Manny felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Robby walked into the room a moment later, looking as tired as Manny felt. “Everything okay?”

“Teething,” Manny said simply, holding up the ring. “Allison talked me through it. Apparently, Ally’s going to sail through this without a peep, but Brandon and Kyle are going to keep us on our toes.”

Robby laughed softly, leaning over to rub Kyle’s tiny back as he wriggled in his crib. “Figures Kyle would be the wild one, even with teething.”

Manny smiled as he watched Robby, his heart full despite the exhaustion. They were learning, stumbling, but they were doing it together. And with the support of their extended family—Allison, Alicia, and even their parents—they knew they weren’t alone.

Across the room, Ally yawned, her little arms stretching up as if to say she was above all this drama. Manny and Robby shared a quiet laugh, the kind that comes from finding humor in the chaos of parenthood.

Preparing for the Trip Home

As their confidence as parents grew and the children now a bit older, Manny and Robby decided to take some much-needed time off work. They planned a trip to visit Manny’s parents out in the country, eager to bring them home. Unlike the long road trips of the past, this time they would be flying—an adventure in itself for the new parents and their little ones. The thought of seeing Manny’s parents doting over the children filled them with excitement, and they knew this trip would be the start of many new and happy memories.

Allison and Alicia both came over to help Manny and Robby with everything they might need for their first trip with the kids—a visit to Manny’s parents out in the country. The living room was a mess of bags, baby supplies, and a long checklist Manny had insisted on preparing.

Manny sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Can we do this? I mean… three babies on a plane? Should we wait until they’re older? This feels impossible.”

Robby placed a hand on Manny's shoulder, squeezing gently. “We can do this,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We’ll figure it out together, right? Besides, it’s only a short flight, and the kids are old enough to fly now. We’ve got this.”

Allison stood by the overstuffed luggage, crossing items off Manny's list. “I think we’ve packed enough for the first few days. You’ll probably have to go into town to pick up more diapers or anything else you run out of, but you’ve got the essentials.”

Robby gave her a skeptical look. “You sound just as nervous as Manny. Are you sure we’ve got enough? I mean, what if we forget something? Formula, bottles, baby wipes…”

Alicia chuckled from her spot on the couch, cradling Ally. “Robby, you’re fine. You’ve got more than enough. You’ve got breast milk for the first few days, formula packed for backup, and everything else you could possibly need. Honestly, you two could start a small daycare with all the stuff we’ve packed.”

Allison chimed in, her voice light but reassuring. “You’re ready. It’s going to be hectic, but that’s parenting. You’ve got this. Just take it one step at a time. Besides, your mom will be there to help. She raised you, Manny—I’m sure she can handle a few more grandkids.”

Manny let out a nervous laugh. “That’s… debatable.”

Manny shot Robby a look, but his smile softened. “I guess I’m just overthinking it. I just want everything to go smoothly.”

“It won’t,” Alicia said with a smirk. “It never does. But you’ll roll with it, and that’s what matters.”

Manny glanced at Allison. “Are you sure you won’t come with us? It’d be nice to have a buffer, you know. If the twins scream the whole flight, we’ll need backup.”

Allison shook her head, smiling. “You’ve got this. Alicia and I are taking a small vacation—some much-needed alone time. But you have our numbers if you need anything. Besides, your mom will be there. She’s been through this before.”

Alicia added, “We will be cheering you on from afar. You’re going to crush it. Just don’t forget to take lots of pictures—we need to see how the little ones react to the countryside and the plane.”

Manny nodded, still a little hesitant but comforted by their support. “All right. We’ll do our best. And we’ll call you if anything goes wrong.”

As they packed the last of the bags into the car, Allison gave Manny a quick hug and whispered, “You’re going to be fine. Enjoy this trip—it’s their first big adventure, and you’ll never forget it.”

Alicia added with a wink, “And remember, if all else fails, bribe them with snacks. Works like a charm.”

Boss, Da Plane!

Boarding the plane was already proving to be a juggling act. Between the three baby bags, the collapsible stroller, and a few carry-on essentials, Manny and Robby felt like a traveling circus. The twins, Brandon and Kyle, were squirming in their arms, and Ally—calm but curious—kept reaching for the straps of Manny’s bag, as if ready to explore on her own.

At just over a year old, their babies were still very much babies in Manny and Robby’s eyes, but there were unmistakable signs of their budding independence. Kyle’s kicks were stronger now, his determination evident in every wiggle, while Brandon had taken to reaching for anything nearby, testing his tiny limits. Ally, observant as ever, seemed content to watch her brothers’ antics, her wide eyes quietly taking in the chaos.

As they approached the boarding gate, a few passengers gave them bemused looks. Most people smiled politely, though one or two seemed a little wary about what this flight might entail with three little ones onboard. Manny tried to ignore the stares as he handed over the boarding passes.

When they stepped onto the plane, one of the stewardesses couldn’t help but smile. “Wow, looks like you’ve got your hands full,” she said, her tone friendly but tinged with sympathy as she eyed the babies and their gear.

Robby gave a tired chuckle. “You have no idea. First trip with the kiddos. We thought it would be easier than driving, but now I’m not so sure.”

The stewardess chuckled, then noticed Manny fumbling with a diaper bag while trying to soothe a squirming Kyle. “Here, let me help,” she said, stepping in with an easy smile. “Gentlemen, you need to take a breath. It’s tough, but if you’re stressed, the little ones will pick up on it—and trust me, they’ll act out. Let’s get you settled.”

Manny gave her a grateful nod. “Thank you. We weren’t expecting this to be easy, but… wow.”

She checked their tickets and raised her brows slightly when she saw they were flying business class. “Okay, you’re on this side of the plane. It’s going to be a bit of a squeeze with all your gear, but we’ll make it work.”

She glanced over at them as she started to lead the way. “Are your wives coming?”

Robby smiled slightly and replied, “No, just my husband and I. We’re taking the kids to visit our parents. First big trip with the little ones.”

For a brief moment, the stewardess blinked, but her expression didn’t falter. “Got it,” she said, her tone easy and professional. “Well, with three little ones, it’s definitely going to be a challenge, but don’t worry—it’s a short flight, and we’re here to help.”

Once they reached their seats, the stewardess explained how to handle the babies during the flight. “You’ll need to check the car seats with the ground crew—they can’t stay in them during the flight. We’ll strap the bassinets in for takeoff and landing. If you need help, just let me or one of the other attendants know.”

Manny and Robby worked quickly to settle the babies, trading glances as they adjusted the bassinets. Brandon was starting to fuss again, his little hands waving in the air. Kyle, predictably, kicked his legs with wild energy, while Ally let out a soft coo, perfectly content in Robby’s arms.

As they secured the bassinets, the stewardess leaned down with a reassuring smile. “Here’s the deal—during takeoff and landing, you’ll need to hold one baby each, and I’ll help with the third. Once we’re in the air, they can go in the bassinets. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Manny said, relief evident in his voice. “Thank you so much.”

The stewardess smiled warmly. “It’s no problem at all. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. We’ve got this.”

As the plane began to fill with passengers, Manny couldn’t help but notice a few curious glances directed their way. He tried not to feel self-conscious. Robby reached over and gave his hand a quick squeeze, the gesture grounding him.

“Relax,” Robby murmured. “We’re doing fine.”

Manny took a deep breath, nodding as he looked at the babies now settled in their bassinets. It was going to be a long day, but they were ready for it—together.

Part 2 - What Goes Around, Comes Around

The flight, to their relief, was mostly uneventful. Ally fell asleep shortly after takeoff, her tiny hands curled into fists as she lay peacefully in her bassinet. Brandon, true to his calm nature, cooed softly, his wide eyes watching the overhead lights with fascination. Kyle, on the other hand, lived up to his reputation as the wild one. He refused to stay in his bassinet for more than a few minutes at a time, letting out indignant squeals whenever Robby tried to settle him down.

“Go ahead and take a break,” Robby whispered to Manny, who looked exhausted but was still doing his best to manage everything. “I’ve got him.”

Manny hesitated but eventually nodded, settling back into his seat for a moment of respite. Robby picked up Kyle, bouncing him gently on his knee and distracting him with one of the toys they’d packed in the baby bag. Kyle’s energy didn’t waver, but Robby’s calm persistence seemed to do the trick. He kept the little one entertained, giving Manny a chance to breathe.

As the plane began its descent, Ally stirred awake, stretching her arms and yawning before looking around curiously. Brandon sat up in his bassinet, leaning forward slightly as if to get a better view of the cabin. A few passengers nearby smiled at the scene, charmed by the well-behaved little ones.

Once the plane landed and passengers began disembarking, the stewardess who had helped them earlier returned to check on them. “You three were absolute stars,” she said, her smile warm as she looked at the babies. “And you two,” she added, glancing at Manny and Robby, “did a fantastic job. Let me help you get everything together.”

She moved efficiently, helping them secure the diaper bags and retrieve the collapsible stroller. “Don’t forget the car seats,” she reminded them, motioning to the ground crew to have them brought up. “And take your time. No rush.”

As they stood to leave, one of the other passengers paused beside their row. A middle-aged woman with kind eyes leaned down to smile at Ally, who was now wide awake and watching everything with quiet fascination. “I just wanted to say how well-behaved your babies were,” she said, glancing between Manny and Robby. “You two are doing an amazing job.”

Manny smiled, the tension from the flight easing just a little. “Thank you,” he said, his voice warm but a little tired.

Another passenger, a older man, chimed in as he passed. “Seriously, I’ve been on flights with one crying baby that felt like torture. Three? You deserve an award.”

Robby laughed softly, bouncing Kyle in his arms. “We’ll take that as a compliment.”

As they made their way off the plane, the stewardess stayed by their side, making sure they had everything. When they finally reached the jet bridge, she gave them an encouraging smile. “You’ve got this,” she said, her tone kind but firm. “And if you ever travel again, just remember—you’re not alone. Ask for help. People are kinder than you think.”

Manny nodded, grateful for her words and her help. “Thank you so much. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

Robby glanced down at the babies, who were now wide-eyed and taking in their surroundings. “Looks like they’re ready for their next adventure,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Robby, Manny and the kids made their way to the car rental station, got the keys to their car and started to load it. Robby loaded all three car seats into the rental, and Manny packed the trunk with luggage. The car was filled to the brim. It was their first trip back to Manny's childhood home since the babies were born, and they wanted to be as prepared as possible.

As they drove through the familiar, winding roads that led to Manny's home, memories of his childhood began to flood back. He remembered those long summer days spent playing in the fields, the sound of his mom calling him in for dinner, and the quiet evenings where the whole family would sit together on the porch, watching the stars. This trip was different, though—this time, he was returning not just as their son, but as a father, with a family of his own.

When they finally arrived, Manny’s mom, was waiting on the porch, just as she always did.

Manny got out of the car, with Robby following close behind. The babies were fast asleep, so he left the car doors open as he walked up to his mom and gave her a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you, Mom,” Manny said, his voice thick with emotion. His smile spoke volumes—this was a moment he had dreamed about for so long.

“Mom, we really missed you.” said Robby as he have his Mom a hug.

Vivian's eyes sparkled with tears as she hugged her son back, then quickly turned her attention to the car. Manny and Robby had been sending pictures with regularity to Vivian and her Terry, but nothing could compare to seeing how much the children had grown in such a short time. "Oh, Manny, Robby, they’re beautiful, they've grown so much," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she peered into the car at the sleeping babies. The sight brought tears to her eyes, and she gently placed a hand on each of the car seats, as if to make sure they were really there.

Robby carefully took Brandons car seat out first, the little boy beginning to stir. His big, bright eyes—so much like Manny’s—blinked open as he gazed up at his grandmother for the first time. "He really has your eyes," Vivian marveled, her voice full of awe.

Kyle, true to his personality, woke up with a loud cry, making his presence known immediately. Manny chuckled, glancing at his mom. “Where do you think he gets that from, Mom? Was I this loud as a baby?”

Vivian laughed, wiping away a tear. “You had your moments, but I think he takes after your father. He was always the one to make noise in this house.”

As Robby moved to take Ally out of the cat, the little girl opened her eyes, stretching her tiny arms. She was as calm as ever, content to take in the new surroundings without a fuss. Robby smiled, gently lifting the seat out. "The quiet ones now are going to be a handful later," he joked, remembering the many times they had talked about what the future might hold for their children.

Vivian leaned in close, studying Ally’s peaceful expression. “She’s an angel, Robby. All three of them are.”

Just then, Manny's dad, appeared at the door, his usual stoic expression softened by a rare smile. He walked over to help with the car seats, his eyes lighting up as he saw his grandchildren.

Manny grinned, handing his father one of the car seats. “They’ve grown so much since you last saw them, Dad. Think you’re ready for some grandpa duty?”

Terry’s smile grew as he took the car seat, carefully cradling it in his hands. “Grandpa duty is fine, but as long as I don’t have to change any diapers, I’ll be a happy grandpa, I'll work on spoiling them, ” he quipped, his tone lighthearted. The whole family laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet countryside.

They carefully carried the children inside, placing the car seats in the living room. The house, filled with the scent of home-cooked meals and the warmth of years of memories, seemed to welcome them back with open arms. Manny took a moment to look around, taking it all in. This was where he grew up, and now his children were here, surrounded by the same love and care that had nurtured him.

As he looked toward the wall in the living room, Manny noticed several new pictures that hadn’t been there before. Photos of him and Robby, smiling and caught in moments of happiness, mingled with those of Allison, Alicia, and, of course, the children. The images were a testament to the life they had built together, each frame telling a story of love, family, and connection. Manny couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion as he took in the scenes before him, a reminder of how much had changed—and how much had already been shared.

Manny returned to the car to grab the rest of their luggage. “We’ll need to stop in town later,” he said as he walked back inside, his voice filled with the practical, reassuring tone of a new father. “There are a few things we couldn’t bring with us.”

Vivian nodded, already doting over the babies. “We’ll make a trip into town after lunch. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

They all settled into the living room, the atmosphere filled with love and warmth. Manny's parents took turns holding their grandchildren, marveling at their tiny features, their soft skin, and the miracle of their existence. Manny and Robby watched with pride, their hearts full, knowing that this was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives—a chapter filled with family, love, and the continuation of traditions that would be passed down to the next generation.

As they sat down, Manny's Mom took Ally into her arms. The little girl looked up at her grandmother with wide, curious eyes, and Robby couldn’t help but smile. There was something magical about seeing his daughter in the arms of Manny’s mother. It made everything feel right, as if this was how it was always meant to be.

“You know,” Robby began, his voice soft, “I never thought I’d get to see this. To see our children with their grandparents. Thank you for always making me feel like part of the family.”

Vivian looked up, her eyes filled with a warmth that only a grandmother could have. “You are part of this family, Robby. You and Manny. Ally, Brandon, and Kyle—they’re our grandchildren, and nothing will ever change that.”

Terry, who had been quietly observing, nodded in agreement. He wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes. He reached over and patted Robby on the back, a gesture of acceptance and understanding. “Family is family,” he said simply. “Doesn’t matter how it comes about.”

Robby felt a lump in his throat, his emotions getting the better of him. He had longed for acceptance, for a place where he and Manny could raise their children with the love and support they both needed. And here, in this small town, in this warm and loving home, he had found it.

“Thanks, Dad,” Robby said, the word ‘Dad’ slipping out naturally, surprising them both. Terry gave a small, approving nod, and that was all that needed to be said.

The day passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the simple joys of being together. With the kids now walking, they had to be watched constantly to keep them from stumbling or getting into things they shouldn’t. It was a whirlwind of energy and giggles, a constant reminder of how quickly time was moving.

Finally, as the children drifted off for their afternoon nap, Manny and Robby stole a rare moment to themselves. They stepped out onto the porch, the warm breeze carrying the familiar scents of the countryside. Manny gazed out over the landscape that had been a part of his life for so long, the rolling fields and towering trees now bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon. Beside him, Robby let out a soft sigh, their hands brushing together in a quiet, unspoken connection.

“This is what I always wanted,” Manny said quietly, taking Robby’s hand. “To come home, to share this place with you and the kids. It means so much that we are here together.”

Robby squeezed Manny’s hand, a sense of peace settling over him. “I never imagined this kind of happiness,” he admitted. “Even after everything we’ve been through, I sometimes wonder how we got so lucky.”

Manny smiled, leaning in to kiss Robby gently. “It’s not luck,” he whispered. “It’s love. It’s everything we’ve built together. Every challenge we overcame together. The trust we have in each other.”

They stood there for a while, just holding each other, the weight of their journey not lost on either of them.

Inside, Vivian and Terry watched through the window, their hearts swelling with pride and love for the family their son’s had created. They had been uncertain at first, unsure of what the future would hold for Manny and Robby, but now they saw it clearly. Their son had found love, and in doing so, had built a life filled with joy, respect, and unwavering commitment. They couldn’t ask for anything more.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the house, Vivian called them all back inside for dinner. The table was set, filled with all of Manny’s favorite dishes from his childhood—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, and a pie cooling on the windowsill. It was a meal made with love, a symbol of everything that family meant to them.

The warmth of the meal, the laughter that filled the room, the feeling of belonging—it was a moment that would stay with them forever.

For Manny and Robby, this was more than just a visit home. It was a celebration of everything they had accomplished, of the family they had created, and the love that had seen them through every challenge. And as they sat down to eat, surrounded by those who loved them most, they knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together.

Part 3: Steps, Steps, Steps

Raising three children was no easy feat, but for Manny and Robby, it was a labor of love. From the first time they held their newborns in their arms, they knew their lives had changed in the most profound way. Manny found joy in staying home with them, watching them grow, and guiding them through the small steps that would shape their lives.

With their financial security well-established they had the freedom to make choices based on what was best for their family. Manny, ever the nurturing spirit, embraced the role of stay-at-home dad with open arms. It felt natural for him to be the one to stay home, ensuring their children had the love and support they needed as they navigated the ups and downs of childhood.

Robby, on the other hand, remained driven by his passion for making a difference. He threw himself into his work, not just for the financial rewards, but because he wanted to create a better world for their children. As CEO of a groundbreaking start-up, Robby was at the forefront of revolutionizing how people watched movies, turning an idea into a reality that was set to change the industry. But beyond his corporate success, Robby was deeply involved in various Pride organizations, dedicating himself to advancing basic human rights for LGBTQ people. His work was about more than personal achievement; it was about leaving a legacy of change and acceptance for future generations.

It was a decision that made sense for them both. Manny found fulfillment in nurturing their family, while Robby pursued his ambitions, ensuring their family had both stability and a voice in the world. Together, they balanced their responsibilities and passions, creating a life that was rich in both love and purpose.

Even though Robby had decided to continue working, his commitment to his family never wavered. No matter how demanding his career became, he was ever-present in his children's lives. Robby made it a priority to attend every school event, from the smallest classroom presentations to the largest school plays. He never missed a parent-teacher interview, always eager to hear about their progress and how he could support them further.

Date Night

Manny and Robby had learned a valuable lesson during their years in school: no matter how chaotic life became, making time for each other was essential. Now, as parents of three, that lesson felt even more vital. Thankfully, Allison and Alicia were always more than willing to spend an evening with the children, giving Manny and Robby a chance to reconnect.

One warm summer evening, they found themselves back at their old haunt—a pizza parlor just a short drive from the college they had attended. The place hadn’t changed much since their college days. The same checkered tablecloths, the same faint hum of conversation and clinking glasses, even the same jukebox humming softly in the corner. It was comforting, grounding, like stepping back in time.

Robby leaned back in the worn wooden chair, nursing a cold beer, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t believe we’re here again,” he said, looking around. “Feels like just yesterday we were sitting at this table, stressing over exams and wondering how we’d survive another semester.”

Manny chuckled, sliding a slice of pizza onto his plate. “Yeah, back then, the biggest challenge was convincing you to let me pay the bill for once. Now it’s keeping three kids from turning the house upside down.”

They both laughed, the sound warm and unburdened. For a moment, the weight of parenting, work, and life melted away, leaving just the two of them—the way it had always been.

Robby reached across the table, his hand finding Manny’s. “You know, I don’t think we did this enough back then,” he said softly. “Made time for just us. We were always so caught up in everything—school, life, trying to figure out who we were.”

Manny squeezed his hand, his eyes warm. “We were young and dumb, thinking we had all the time in the world. But we figured it out. And now… now we know better.”

Robby smiled. “Now we know how important this is. Taking a moment, remembering where we started.”

Manny nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “And appreciating where we are now. I mean, we’ve come a long way, Robby. From those two college kids sharing pizza and beer, to… this. A family. A life we built together.”

Robby’s smile softened, his gaze full of affection. “And we’ve still got so much ahead of us. But it’s good to take a step back, to remember how it all started.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, letting the nostalgia settle around them like a warm blanket. The jukebox shifted to an old song they both recognized, one they used to play during late-night study sessions. Manny laughed, shaking his head. “You remember this? You used to hum it under your breath every time we were cramming for finals.”

Robby grinned. “I remember you telling me to stop because I was distracting you.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t listen,” Manny said, his eyes sparkling.

“Some things never change,” Robby teased, raising his glass. “To us—then, now, and everything in between.”

Manny clinked his glass against Robby’s. “To us.”

As they sat there, the familiar flavors of pizza and beer bringing back old memories, they couldn’t help but feel grateful—for the past that shaped them, the present they were navigating together, and the future they were building, one moment at a time.

Back to Reality

Birthdays were sacred in their household, and Robby went out of his way to make each one special. Whether it was planning elaborate parties or simple, heartfelt celebrations at home, he ensured that each of his children felt cherished. Vacations, too, were a family affair. No matter how busy work became, Robby would set everything aside, packing up the car or boarding a plane for their next adventure. These trips weren’t just about getting away; they were about creating lasting memories together as a family.

As the kids grew older, managing the three of them became easier—though it was never without its challenges. Manny and Robby had become seasoned travelers, honing their skills through trial and error. Remembering their first chaotic trip to Manny’s hometown, they now approached each journey with the confidence of seasoned pros, prepared for anything. While the children still had their mischievous moments, they were generally well-behaved and, much to Manny and Robby’s relief, had adapted well to flying. It wasn’t always smooth sailing, but their little family had found its rhythm, turning every trip into another adventure.

Robby’s presence in their lives was a constant. He never missed an opportunity to spend time with Manny or their children, knowing that these were the moments that truly mattered.

As the years passed, their children grew, and so did Manny and Robby’s love for them and each other. They cherished every moment, whether it was watching Brandon take his first steps, hearing Kyle’s first word, or laughing as Ally showed off her latest artistic creation. Their home was filled with warmth and joy, the kind of home Manny had always dreamed of.

Every summer, Manny and Robby hosted a BBQ at their home, a tradition that brought together their closest friends. Cindy, now married with three children, always arrived with her husband and their lively bunch. Maria and her partner, who had two kids of their own, were a regular fixture. If Gwen was in the States, she made it a point to attend with her family, her laughter echoing through the yard as she caught up with everyone. And of course, Allison and Alicia were there with their children, the bond between the families growing stronger with each passing year.

The children grew up together, forming bonds that mimicked the friendships their parents had shared. They spent summers chasing each other around the yard, sharing secrets, and forging friendships that Manny and Robby hoped would last a lifetime. The BBQs were a celebration of life, love, and the family they had created—not just through blood, but through the deep connections that had been built over decades.

But as with all things, time moved forward. Summer didn’t last forever, and as the children grew into their teenage years, the BBQs became less frequent. The kids, now young adults, were eager to carve out their own paths in the world. The stories of how their parents had walked back and forth to school, or how they had navigated the early days of their friendships, were no longer as captivating as they once were. They were busy with their own lives, making their own memories.

Still, the adults continued to meet, even if less often. They cherished the time they spent together, reminiscing about the old days and marveling at how much had changed. The laughter, the stories, and the bond they shared endured, even as the gatherings became more intimate and the children grew more distant.

Memories of Yesterday

The late afternoon sun sparkled on the surface of the pool, casting shimmering patterns onto the patio tiles. The laughter of children filled the air as Brandon, Kyle, and Ally splashed and dove into the water, joined by Cindy’s three kids—her two boys and her daughter, Sophie—and Allison and Alicia’s pre-teen boys. Maria’s two boys raced along the edge of the pool, their shouts of excitement mingling with the splashes and playful arguments over pool games. The backyard was alive with the energy of youth, the occasional shout of victory carrying on the breeze.

Manny and Robby’s home had become the gathering place for their extended family over the years. The sprawling backyard, complete with the pool, a built-in grill, and a shaded seating area, was a testament to the life they had built together. Years of hard work, wise investments, and careers in technology had afforded them this space—not just a house, but a home where everyone they loved could gather.

Robby stood by the grill, flipping burgers with practiced ease, while Manny carried a tray of drinks over to the adults seated under the shade of a large umbrella. Cindy and her husband were chatting with Maria, while Allison and Alicia kept a close eye on their boys darting around the pool’s edge.

“Don’t run near the water!” Alicia called out, her voice a mix of amusement and warning as one of her sons slipped slightly before catching his balance.

“I got it, Mom!” he called back, before diving into the pool with a splash that sent Kyle laughing and Brandon shielding his face from the water.

“They’re fearless,” Manny said with a chuckle as he set the drinks down. “I don’t know how you keep up with them.”

“You mean like you do with Kyle?” Cindy teased, nodding toward the boy currently attempting to climb onto Brandon’s shoulders for a game of chicken, with Maria’s youngest son cheering him on.

Manny rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “Fair point.”

Meanwhile, Ally floated calmly on an inflatable lounger, her wide-brimmed sunhat making her look far older than her years. Sophie swam up beside her, the two chatting quietly, their voices occasionally breaking into fits of laughter. Cindy’s two boys had joined Maria’s at the shallow end, conspiring about some new pool game that was sure to end with a splash war.

Robby called out from the grill, “Burgers are ready! Who’s hungry?”

A chorus of “Me!” erupted from the kids as they scrambled out of the pool, dripping wet and racing to grab towels. Manny shot them a warning look. “Dry off before you touch anything!”

“Daaaad,” Kyle groaned but dutifully grabbed a towel anyway, swiping it over his hair with exaggerated motions that made Ally giggle.

As the kids gathered their plates and found spots around the outdoor table, the adults settled in, sipping cold drinks and sharing stories. Cindy leaned back in her chair, watching her kids and Manny’s interact so naturally. “It’s amazing how close they all are,” she said. “It’s like they’ve known each other their whole lives.”

“Well, they kind of have,” Robby said with a grin, passing her a perfectly grilled burger. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Allison leaned over, nudging Manny lightly. “You and Robby have built something really special here, you know. It’s not just the house or the pool. It’s all of us, together. You made this happen.”

Manny smiled, his gaze shifting to the kids. “I don’t know. I think we all made it happen. Everyone here has been a part of this—this family.”

The golden hour stretched on, the sunlight softening as the kids returned to the pool for one last swim before the day ended. The adults sat back, watching as Ally helped Maria’s youngest son float on a pool noodle, while Brandon and Kyle splashed Cindy’s boys with exaggerated cannonballs. Sophie and Ally giggled at the chaos, clearly unbothered by the antics around them.

Manny turned to Robby, who was now sitting beside him, a satisfied smile on his face. “You know,” Manny said softly, “this is everything we ever wanted, isn’t it?”

Robby nodded, his gaze fixed on the pool. “Yeah. It really is.”

The twilight sky began to paint the horizon in shades of pink and orange, and as the children’s laughter mingled with the gentle hum of cicadas, the adults shared quiet conversations, reflecting on the journey that had brought them here. It wasn’t just a barbecue; it was a celebration of the life they had built together, the love that had grown stronger with time, and the family that had become their foundation.

Moving On

As the years went by, even those occasional get-togethers slowed down. Life had a way of pulling them in different directions, but the love and connection they shared never faded. It was simply transformed, evolving as they all moved into new phases of their lives.

For Manny and Robby, the decision to retire came naturally, albeit at different times. Manny had stepped back from the corporate world to focus on raising their children, but as they grew more independent, he found himself reflecting on what the next chapter of his life would hold. He wanted to be there for their children as they navigated adulthood, offering guidance when needed, but also giving them the space to grow on their own.

As Manny and Robby watched their children grow into independent young adults, Manny found himself with more free time than he had ever anticipated. The once bustling home, filled with the laughter and chaos of raising kids, was now quieter. While he cherished the peace, Manny felt a growing restlessness. He didn’t want to go back to the grind of a career, but he knew he needed to do something meaningful, something that could make a difference.

One evening, as he sat in the quiet of their home, reflecting on his own journey and the struggles he had faced, it became clear to him. He had come so far since his days of fear and self-doubt, and he had Robby and his friends to thank for helping him navigate those treacherous waters. But not everyone had that kind of support, and many young people were still out there, grappling with their identities, feeling isolated and unsure of themselves.

Manny decided he wanted to be the kind of support that he had needed when he was younger. He began exploring ways to help LGBTQ high school and college students maneuver the complexities of life, to accept themselves for who they were, and to find their place in the world with confidence. He envisioned mentoring programs, workshops, and even scholarships for students who were struggling, just as he had once struggled.

Manny leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded as he watched the kids playing outside. The sounds of their laughter drifted through the open window, but his mind was elsewhere.

Robby walked in, drying his hands with a dish towel. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone gentle. “What’s on your mind?”

Manny turned to him, a small, thoughtful smile on his face. “I’ve been thinking… we’ve come so far, Robby. Together. The kids, this home, everything we’ve built. But with them doing their own thing now, I feel like it’s time for me to do more. To give back.”

Robby set the towel down, his expression curious. “What do you mean?”

Manny hesitated for a moment, then said, “I want to help kids like us, like how we were—kids who are struggling to find themselves, to figure out where they fit in. I want them to have a better shot at life than we did when we were their age. No more hiding, no more feeling like they’re alone.” His voice softened, filled with conviction. “I’m thinking about mentoring programs, workshops, maybe even scholarships for LGBTQ high school and college students. Something that says, ‘You’re not alone. You’ve got a future.’”

Robby’s face lit up with a smile. “Manny, that’s… that’s an amazing idea. You should absolutely go for it.”

Manny looked at him, his eyes searching. “You really think so?”

“I don’t just think so—I know so,” Robby said, moving closer and placing a hand on Manny’s shoulder. “You’ve got the heart for it, Manny. You’ve always cared so deeply. And you’ve been through it. You know what it’s like. Who better to do this?”

Manny exhaled, the weight of uncertainty easing slightly. “Thanks, Robby. I don’t just want to do something good—I want to leave something behind. For the kids. For us. For everything we’ve fought for.”

Robby squeezed his shoulder, his voice steady. “And you will. I’ll help however you need me to. Whether it’s brainstorming ideas, getting the word out, or just being there to cheer you on—you’ve got me. Always.”

Manny smiled, the warmth of Robby’s words settling into his chest. “You know, I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Robby chuckled softly. “Yeah, well, good thing you’re stuck with me, huh?”

Manny laughed, the sound lighter now. “Best decision I ever made.”

They stood there for a moment, the quiet strength of their bond filling the space between them. Outside, the kids’ laughter continued to echo, a reminder of how far they had come—and how much further they could go.

With Robby’s encouragement, Manny started reaching out to local schools and LGBTQ organizations, offering to volunteer his time. He met with educators and counselors, discussing the challenges that LGBTQ students faced and brainstorming ways to provide them with the resources and support they needed. Manny began speaking at schools, sharing his own story of acceptance, love, and resilience. He knew that if even one student found hope and strength from his words, it would all be worth it.

Manny also began working on establishing a foundation, using the resources he and Robby had amassed over the years to fund scholarships and support programs. He wanted to ensure that no one had to navigate the difficulties of coming out and accepting themselves alone.

Manny sat at the dining table, papers spread out in front of him. Robby walked in, setting a mug of coffee down beside him. “Looks like someone’s deep in thought,” Robby said with a smile, pulling out a chair and sitting beside him. “What’s all this?”

Manny glanced up, his eyes alight with a mix of determination and excitement. “It’s the details for our first scholarship. I’ve been thinking about what it should represent, what it should say to the kids who apply. I want it to be more than just financial support—I want it to be a message.”

Robby leaned forward, picking up one of the papers. “A message?”

Manny nodded, his voice steady. “A message that says, ‘You’re seen. You’re valued. And you’re capable of amazing things.’ When I was in college, there were times I felt invisible, like I didn’t belong. I want this scholarship to do the opposite for someone else. To help them feel like they matter.”

Robby smiled, his eyes soft with pride. “That’s a powerful message, Manny. And it’s exactly what these kids need to hear.”

Manny leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about how to structure it. Should it just cover tuition? Or should we offer additional support—mentoring, resources, maybe even a network of former recipients to help guide them?”

Robby tapped the edge of the paper thoughtfully. “I think you’re onto something with the network idea. It’s one thing to get financial help, but having people who’ve been in your shoes—that’s invaluable. You’d be creating a community, not just handing out checks.”

Manny’s smile widened. “That’s exactly what I want. A community. A lifeline for anyone who feels like they’re adrift. I want to start small, maybe just a couple of scholarships at first. But eventually, I’d love for this to grow into something that lasts.”

Robby reached over, covering Manny’s hand with his own. “It will. If anyone can make it happen, it’s you. And you’re not doing it alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Manny squeezed his hand, his voice quiet but filled with gratitude. “I couldn’t do it without you, Robby. You’ve always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.”

Robby chuckled softly. “That’s because I’ve always known what you’re capable of. And honestly, seeing you this passionate about something? It’s inspiring.”

Manny picked up one of the papers, holding it up for Robby to see. “So, what do you think of this? I was thinking of naming it the Be the Light Scholarship. Something that encourages these kids to shine, no matter how dark things might feel.”

Robby tilted his head, considering the name. Then he grinned. “I love it. It’s simple, but it says everything you’re trying to say. And knowing you, it’s going to be more than just a scholarship—it’s going to change lives.”

Manny felt a wave of emotion rise in his chest. “That’s the hope. To show these kids that there’s a future for them, one where they can be themselves and succeed.”

Robby clinked his coffee mug against Manny’s in an impromptu toast. “Here’s to the first of many scholarships. And to you, Manny—for always finding a way to make the world brighter.”

They shared a quiet moment, the weight of the conversation settling between them. For Manny, this was more than a scholarship—it was a way to leave a legacy, to make sure that no one else ever had to face the struggles he and Robby had endured alone.

This new chapter in Manny's life gave him a renewed sense of purpose. He had always been proud of the life he and Robby had built together, but now he felt a deep satisfaction in giving back to the community that had once seemed so out of reach to him. Manny was determined to be a beacon of hope for the next generation, helping them to see that they were never truly alone and that they, too, could build a life filled with love and acceptance.

Robby, ever the driven one, held onto his career a little longer. His start-up had been a tremendous success, and he was proud of the work he had done to advocate for LGBTQ rights. But as the years went by, the desire to spend more time with Manny, to travel and enjoy the life they had built, began to outweigh his need to work. He had achieved more than he ever thought possible, and it was time to focus on the other parts of life he cherished.

When Robby finally decided to retire, it was with a sense of peace. He and Manny had set up several foundations and scholarships for LGBTQ students, ensuring that their impact would continue long after they were gone. He knew the world had changed for the better, and he was ready to embrace the next chapter with Manny by his side.

They found joy in the simple things—spending time with their children, who were now adults starting their own journeys, traveling to places they had always dreamed of, and most importantly, being together. Their love, which had grown stronger with each passing year, was the foundation of everything they had built. It was the anchor that kept them grounded through all of life’s changes.

One evening, as they sat on their porch, watching the sun set over their backyard, Robby took Manny’s hand in his, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “We’ve done well, haven’t we?” he asked, his voice filled with contentment.

Manny nodded, his heart full. “We really have. And it’s not over yet. We’ve still got so much more to do, so much more to see.”

Robby squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of Manny’s love radiate through him. “And we’ll continue to do it together,” he said softly, the promise of their future as strong as it had been all those years ago.

As the stars began to appear in the sky, they sat in comfortable silence, reflecting on the life they had built, the family they had created, and the love that had seen them through every challenge. The steps they had taken together, one by one, had led them here—to a place of peace, love, and endless possibilities.

The years stretched ahead of them, filled with new adventures, new memories, and the deep, abiding love that had been the cornerstone of their lives. And they knew, without a doubt, that whatever the future held, they would face it together, just as they always had.