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We had met everyone else at a caf? near the hotel. After lunch, Britt insisted that she just HAD to
get some shopping done while she was in the city and Adrienne wanted to go along too, so Mike pawned
his kids off on Tre and I to take them. It's not that I don't like his kids; they're actually really
sweet and cute and I love them like they were my own. It's just that I was kind of hoping for some
time with just my family. So to entertain the little ones, we took them to Central Park Zoo.
Britt had thought to bring a stroller for the baby. I was in charge of Ryan, simply because I don't
think Tre could have handled it. One time when he was watching Ramona, he left the stroller on a
hillside. It started to roll down the hill because he didn't put the brake on. As much as I know he
loves Tre, Mike would definitely kill him if something happened to his kid.
Joey and Ramona were off with Estelle and Jake. I figured after an extensive tour of the West Coast
last summer, the kid could handle navigating this little zoo. I sighed heavily and sat on a bench
next to the Polar Bear exhibit. I pulled Ryan's stroller to face me and made faces at her. She
giggled underneath her green frog hat. I smiled. There was something so pure about a baby's laugh. I
glanced around to find Tre. He had taken Brixton over to the railing to watch the bears.
Tre hoisted Brixton up onto his shoulders to see over the crowd. With both hands on the little boy's
torso, he took great care to support him. The smiling four year old laughed and pointed at the
bears. Watching Tre interact with the little boy, I was reminded of why I chose him as Joey and
Jake's godfather. He was so vibrant and fun-loving and I knew that if something were to happen to
Adrienne and I, he'd protect them. Satisfied that Tre wasn't going to drop Brixton into the exhibit,
I turned my attention back to Ryan.
I dug into the diaper bag to find a snack for her. Britt always had some sort of healthy, organic
shit with the kids for snacks. I found a Sippy cup filled with apple juice and gave it to her. She
willingly accepted it, drinking hungrily. I could hear her rapidly swallowing and sighing when she
was satisfied. I tucked the blanket around her a bit tighter when a chilly wind came through the
open area near the exhibit. I looked up at the grey late-March skies, praying that they'd hold in
the rain that threatened to fall. I pulled my jacket around my body tighter.
Tre came up, holding Brixton's hand. “When are we meeting up with the kids?” he asked,
sitting down next to me and leaning back on the bench.
“In about an hour. Then we're heading back to the hotel,” I explained.
Tre nodded, handing a bottle of water to Brixton from the stroller's storage compartment.
“When are we leaving?”
“Adrienne said something about going after the matinee this afternoon. So probably around four
or five,” I answered. I took Ryan out of her stroller to see if she needed to be changed,
praying that she didn't.
As I was lifting her up, Tre put Brixton on his lap to tie the kid's shoe again. Two men walked by,
holding hands. Being completely open, I smiled at them. Apparently, this polite gesture was an
invitation to come over because they came to a stop in front of us. I braced myself for a fan
encounter. By now, Tre had finished tying the shoe and scooted over to place Brixton between us. He
glanced over at me with a question in his eyes. I gave him The Look.
The Look, as Tre called it, was something I used to corral him when he was being particularly
ridiculous, like if he was running around a museum or in a funeral home. The Look said `I'm in
charge. Let me do the talking and we might get our asses out of this alive.' He merely smiled at the
couple in front of us, keeping one hand possessively on Brixton's knee. I sat, waiting for them to
“Oh, your kids are just adorable!” the taller of the two exclaimed, clapping his hands
together in front of his chest. My eyebrows shot up into my hairline in surprise.
“Oh, they're not our-“I started. I let Ryan settle onto my lap.
“It's okay, we understand. Where did you adopt them from?” the other man asked.
“We're thinking about adoption, ourselves.”
`This fucker is insane,' I thought to myself. `Do we look gay?'
I looked at Tre, who was wearing a bright pink scarf and hat. Two men who looked relatively
well-turned-out sitting on a park bench with two young kids. I laughed to myself. Of course we did.
May as well play along with the guys. I glanced at Tre. He smiled and reached his hand around to
place it on my shoulder.
“We adopted them from Russia. Really nice country,” Tre explained. I could see him
trying to stifle a laugh.
I took his hand in mine and pulled him closer. “They've been ours for about a year now. We
couldn't be happier.” I pretended to mist over.
Tre patted my shoulder with his other hand and lifted Brixton into his lap. “I'm just so happy
we're a family.” He leaned toward me and I pecked him on the lips for effect. I couldn't look
at him for fear we'd break out laughing our asses off.
The couple smiled and said goodbye. As soon as they were out of earshot, Tre and I started laughing.
We sat on the bench until we could regain our breath. I checked my watch. We had about half an hour
to kill before we had to meet up with the others. As I lifted Ryan up to put her into the stroller
again, I smelled it. My face wrinkled. Damn.
“I think someone's gonna need a change,” I said, putting her into the stroller and
looking around for a restroom.
“Do you need to go potty, Brixton?” Tre asked. The boy nodded. We gathered ourselves and
went in search of a restroom.
We walked for a few minutes before we found one. The line for the ladies' was around the corner, but
the men's was practically empty. I left the stroller near the door where I could keep an eye on it.
Tre and I took the handicapped stall to kill two birds with one stone. While Brixton was pissing, I
was changing Ryan on the fold-out ironing board thing. She was tiny, but she could sure shit. It had
been a bit of time since I had changed a diaper. About thirteen years to be exact. But it was like
riding a bike: you never forget. Mostly because you want to get that smell out as quickly as
possible so you work fast.
By the time Ryan was in her new diaper, Tre had gotten Brixton to finish up. He fought with the kid
to convince him to piss standing up.
“No, Brixton, guys do it like this,” Tre said, standing in front of the toilet as if he
was going to take a leak.
Brixton ignored him and sat down. When he was done, I could swear I saw him roll his eyes. I put
Ryan back into the stroller and we went to go wash our hands. As I washed, I watched Ryan in the
mirror. She gazed at everything around her with such fascination. It almost made me wish I had
another kid. Almost. I stopped myself from thinking any farther. Why would we want to have another
kid? We're so close to shipping the two we have off to school and going on a cruise! The thought of
just Adie and I, walking on a beach in Maui was enough to squash any ideas about giving Ryan a
playmate anytime soon.
We walked outside and it began to rain. Fortunately, Britt, AKA, Supermom, left the kids with us in
rain gear so we didn't have to worry about too much wet or anything. Still, Tre hoisted Brixton up
into his arms to keep him dry under the umbrella he was carrying. This made the kid laugh. It really
was a shame Tre hadn't settled down like Mike and I. He would make such a good family guy. But I
pity the woman who has to deal with his insanity though.
I pulled the cover down over Ryan to keep her dry. I pushed the stroller with one hand and sent Joey
a text with the other. I decided it was time for us to make an early departure back to the hotel.
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