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The Remarkable Baby Franklin
It was Spring in 2285 when Franklin was conceived. Pierce and Carter had often talked about having a son. They had been living together for seven years, married for four. They were both making decent incomes now and had just moved into a three hundred year old cape in a quiet neighborhood with a reportedly good school system. As a carpenter, Carter enjoyed restoring this old house, where they would start their new family. As he worked he kept thinking of the happy childhood he spent in his boyhood home with his own two dads.
It wasn't that he and Pierce felt any void in their life, but the more they discussed it, the more convinced they were it was time to start a family. They often baby-sat Pierce's nephew, and they had just completed the counseling sessions the government required for the parent license. They understood the responsibilities and potential problems. So they made the appointment with the conception clinic.
It had been over 150 years since the primitive practice of sexual conception had been outlawed. Oh, sure, there were still pockets of resistance; isolated cults that insisted on practicing what they called "natural baby-making." But Pierce and Carter were glad the mainstream culture had progressed beyond this awkward and frequently dangerous method. Pierce, a history professor, was more familiar with ancient folk culture and once tried to explain it to Carter, who found it hard to believe that only a few hundred years before his own ancestors used such practices.
"Well, the ritual had to be performed between a man and a woman."
"What? That's crazy! You mean only hetero couples could have kids?"
"Well, gay men and lesbians could adopt kids, of course, and there were so-called sperm banks where lesbians could buy donated jizz. There were other methods that courageous pioneers experimented with, but they all still involved both sexes in the process. The man's jizz had to combine with the woman's egg, to produce offspring. Usually this was accomplished by him fucking her pussy."
"Uggh! Please spare me the details, Pierce."
"Not only that, but the woman kept the baby in her womb for nine months."
"Barbaric! So when did the human race become civilized?"
"Well, of course, once scientists understood DNA codes and the way genetic information was passed on from one generation to the next, they realized that sexual intercourse didn't have to be part of the process. Simply create the DNA with the new code and implant it in the nucleus of a cell. Then let it develop in a carefully controlled environment. Really quite straightforward."
"But, fuck, all that's ancient history. After people knew all that, how come they still did the old ritual?"
"Yeah, society not only permitted the practice, they endorsed it. Even churches insisted that babies must be created that way, even after more civilized techniques had been developed."
"No shit, Pierce! They were acting like wild animals!"
"Well, we have to forgive them I suppose. They didn't have conception clinics like we do today."
"Thank God we do. I'm very excited about our appointment tomorrow. It's going to be so romantic when they take our cheek scrapings, and the machine analyzes our DNA."
"Yeah, and then the computer will combine the two codes in several ways for us to choose from. We'll see pictures of potential combinations, different sons to choose from."
"I want him to look just like you, Pierce."
"He'll have the best features of us both, Carter. Not just physical, but his personality as well. They'll give us the different profiles to study."
"God, it's going to be so much fun choosing him."
"Well, the main thing for me is that he's healthy."
"Oh, I've read they've eliminated over 99% of any diseases. They can spot the problem gene combinations, so I don't think we need to worry about that. Imagine the anxiety our ancestors had to go through using that man-fuck-woman method."
"Yeah, but look, here we are. As archaic as it was, somehow, they produced two lines that resulted in you and me."
"And then somehow we met."
"And fell in love."
"And now we're ready to have our son."
"Come on, Carter, let's go to bed and fuck each other."
Pierce and Carter spent two weeks going over their choices. All the computer-generated pictures were cute as could be, and the personality profiles were encouraging, but they didn't want to rush such an important decision. They toyed briefly with the idea of having twins, but that would have required a special license and anyway, they weren't sure they were ready for more than one son right away. They finally decided on #AZ13, and Carter made the life-changing call to the clinic.
"Now, you're certain that's your final choice."
"Yes, we are. We've thought about it a long time. And prayed about it also."
"Because we can't interrupt the process after it's begun."
"Of course not! This is our son. We would never think of having an abortion."
"OK, then you must both sign the form on the screen. We'll create the zygote this afternoon."
Carter began shaking. It was actually happening. He was about to become a father. Pierce took the phone from him.
"When can we see him?"
"Well, there really isn't much to see for a couple weeks. Even under our microscope. But parents are always welcome to drop by the Incubation Facility any time throughout the gestation. Our hours are 9 to 5."
And so, every three or four days the two expectant dads made their way over to the IF to check on the progress of little baby Franklin. In the third week, they saw his tiny heart form. In the fifth, his little arms and legs, as well as his charming face. In the seventh, although still smaller than Pierce's proud nipple, the embryo was beginning to react to stimulation.
Things really got exciting after the third month. The baby's heart was beating away. He was growing fast, with so much body hair and skin wrinkles, that both Dads couldn't help laughing. They watched him kick and squirm, and put his thumb in his mouth, and joked what a great sucker he was already. They truly beamed when Frankin's little dick appeared, and laughed again when they saw it take a leak.
Of course, the four grandfathers were thrilled when they got the news. Pierce's brother already had a son, but Carter was an only child, so for his fathers this was to be their first grandson.
"What will he look like?" Carter showed them the picture. "Hey, he'll look a lot like you, Jason! The guys will be falling all over him. He will be gay, right?"
"Well, Duh, for seven generations now, everyone in our family has been gay. You do the math, Dad."
"Well, it does happen, you know."
Jason put his arm around his husband's shoulder. "I don't even care if he'd turn out straight. It wouldn't be the end of the world. As long as he's healthy. That's what's most important."
"I'm sorry my own two pops didn't live to see this. Jason, you realize your dads are going to be great-grandfathers!"
"Shit, you're right. Let's call `em!"
Pierce and Carter were elated fathers throughout Franklin's gestation. They spoke to the tiny child, sang to him, felt his incubator when he kicked. As the third trimester started, they excitedly anticipated his arrival into this world. Carter finished the baby's room, which was now fully outfitted with all the latest in nursery furnishings, including the mood sensors, the electronic tutor, and the all-important robot that would constantly monitor Franklin's vital signs and alert his fathers to any irregularities. On the appointed day, they went to the clinic prepared to bring Franklin home.
"Your son will soon be ready to leave the clinic."
"Oh, Doc, we're so fuckin excited."
"Yes," the doctor smiled. "As you can see, right now, the nurse is giving him a thorough examination."
"There isn't any problem, is there, Doc?"
"Just standard procedure, before the baby leaves our facility. The nurse hardly ever encounters any problem, but we can't be too careful, you know."
"Doc, who do you think he resembles most, Carter or me?"
"Oh, I make it a policy not to get in the middle of . . . excuse me, the nurse has just called me."
"Pierce, is the nurse frowning?"
"I think she is, Carter. Oh God, you think something is the matter with Franklin?"
"Shh, here they come."
"Oh, Carter, look at him, he's perfect. What a beautiful face! Doesn't he have a beautiful face, nurse?"
"Well, yes."
"And you counted all his fingers and toes?"
"Yes, I counted everything. Ten fingers, ten toes."
"And his little dick?"
"Look for yourselves, it's perfectly formed."
"Oh, thank God! For a minute there, we thought there was a problem."
"Well, . . ."
"There isn't a problem, is there, Doc?"
"Well, as a medical professional, I wouldn't label it a problem. It's just a, what shall I say, a distinction, a unique trait that sets your son apart from all the other boys."
By now Pierce was trembling, and Carter was quickly losing his composure. "What is it, Doc? Is it his heart?"
"Is he retarded?"
"Some incurable disease?"
"A deformity?"
"Is he, -- oh God, please, no, -- is he straight?"
"Now, now, men, relax. It's none of those things. Look at him. You certainly don't see any deformity, do you? And all the tests indicate normal, if not superior, intelligence. And his orientation appears to be identical to your own. No, please sit down, and let me explain your son's little anomaly. . . . "
"Hold the door open, Pierce, and let me carry our son into his new home. I can't wait to show him his own room."
"Isn't he the handsomest baby you've ever seen?"
"Doc really had us worried there for minute or two."
"Yeah, hehe. How could anyone think that was a problem?"
"It just makes him more beautiful, in my opinion."
"Yep. That's how I see it. When he grows up, he'll have the guys competing for him. Just imagine, our son, our little Franklin, out beautiful boy, has two buttholes!"
"Yes, it's wonderful."
"I think he's got your eyes, Carter."
"And your nose, Pierce, and your delicate little hands."
"And your talented mouth, Carter. And his dick reminds me of you, also."
"But the greatest thing of all, is, he has both our assholes!!"
"He sure does!! He's perfect!!"