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A/N:  Another prompt fill from Pinto de Mayo asks!  A ficlet this time, with extra fluff (spoilers in tags).

Going Public

“Oh god,” Chris said faintly, looking at the small crowd of paparazzi outside the open-air café.

“Adrian planned this for us,” Zach reminded him.  "All of them are guys we can trust to be chill and ask okay questions.“

"I know, I know.  Just.  Going public is…”  Chris gave a mock shudder, but his hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“You’ve sort of done it before.”

“Yeah, but.  Not like this.”

Zach nodded, feeling the tension start to prey on him as well.  "Well, no one’s caught sight of us yet.  Want to wait?“

"No,” Chris answered firmly.  We need to do this, to start the rest of our lives.“

"It’ll be worth it,” Zach promised him.

“Okay then.”  Chris ran a hand through his hair and glanced in the rearview mirror.  "You ready, buddy?“

"You asking me or him?” Zach asked, tilting his head to the baby seated next to him.  

In his car seat, Thomas John Quinto Pine exclaimed, “Ahh ahh ahhh!” and flailed his little right fist.  Then he burped, and looked completely shocked.  

They both cracked up, and all the nervousness drained out of Chris.  "Come here, sweetheart,“ he crooned, hopping out the front so he could lean into the backseat and unstrap Thomas.

"Again, me or him?” Zach asked, but he smiled as he got out of the car and they both turned to face the cameras with their newly adopted son in Chris’s arms.