Boi Zone

Title: Boi Zone
By: Phoenix Ghost
Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Other Male Character(s), Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, Other female Character(s), Jennifer Taylor, Craig Taylor, Molly Taylor, The Chanders, Chris Hobbs
Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst
Warnings: AU, OOC
Summary: Question, What if? Answer, Boi Zone. Because, love isn't always easy, and corrections can soon become mistakes.

Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) ShowTime, and others. This author or this website has intended no Copyright infringement. This story has been invented for entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author, and not by any independent body.
Beta by Mary
A/N: For the sake of my story, Daphne's middle name is the initial J. =)
Also, please remember that this is an AU. But, it's also a Brian and a Justin love story.
And, there will be some Het references inside this fic, BUT it is NOT who you might think. ;) Keep reading if you dare too. lol I dare you NOT to too! lol
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CHAPTER 5

"Mommy, I really need your help...I don't want to lose my baby."

As Jennifer Taylor pulled into the St. James Academy parking lot, the brief phone conversation late last night with her son Justin still tumbled through her troubled thoughts.

Everything else he'd said prior to those haunting words didn't register.

What did, was after she'd calmed him down, he'd told her in a sad, small shaky voice that, "Daphne had made her first real OB/GYN appointment, and it was at 3:00pm today. And could she please just show up and hopefully Daphne wouldn't freak out too badly and let her help?

That maybe being a mother herself she could somehow convince Daphne of the right thing to do?"

Jennifer shook her head to rid herself of any doubts.

Her little boy was in trouble, and he'd called her, not Debbie Novotny, not Brian Kinney, Justin had called, his mother.

And although she'd let him down so many times before, this time, she'd move heaven and earth to fix whatever has put such despair into his normally sweet sunny voice.

Jennifer would make it better because isn't that what any mother would do for her child, for her only son?

After all, her baby was having a baby...

What had her confused was this, she'd already done some things that she thought would of 'fixed' it.
That ring alone would of made any young girl swoon with delight.

And marrying Justin would be no hardship!

Her son was no 'troll' as Debbie had once told her, and upon learning just what a 'troll' was, Jennifer had almost blown her mouthful of red wine onto the other woman's surprised face as she'd instead reached for, then choked and sputtered into, a handful of paper napkins.

Of course Justin wasn't a 'troll'!

Hell, Jennifer knew her young son was better looking than any girls his own age and any women too!

In fact, Debbie had even gone as far as to comment that, "If Sunshine chose to, he'd make one hell of a drag queen, putting every wanna be one on Liberty Avenue to shame, and Shandra Lear outta work!"

Jennifer had mentally shuddered at that thought, but reluctantly had to agree with the brash red head.

Knowing of course first hand Justin was a very good dancer and he could sing just about anything.

At least she hadn't spit any more wine at the other woman...

But from the tone of Justin's voice last night... He had sounded even younger than his 18 years, and far more sadder than when he'd called her yesterday.

That message had been brief, and to the point, his young voice brimming with something new and exciting, yet she could hear the worry tinged like Grey lace at the edges of his words.

Call it a mother's intuition but her normally very polite little boy had been borderline rude!

He'd not even said good bye to his own mother, he'd just hung up, like he'd been in a very big hurry.

"Mom? Are you sitting down? I need to see you sometime today, I, I know I don't deserve to ask for it, but, I need a very BIG favor, okay? And, I have some important things to tell you that I just can't trust over the phone, but once you know, you can't tell anyone! Please call me back AS soon as you get this message, cause mommy, I need you, and I really DO need your help. "

Sliding the lever into park, she then switched off the ignition key.

Checking her hair in the visor mirror she smoothed the blonde full shoulder length strands of it out with her fingertips. Then reaching inside her purse after plucking out her tube of peach-sunrise lipstick, deftly she uncapped it, rolled it up and looking into the mirror again reapplied a thin coat.

Rolling her lips together, she then twisted the stick back down, recapping it and placed it back into her small tan Gucci purse.

Nervously she placed the moist heels of her hands back onto her steering wheel and as her long well manicured fingers were tapping out a nameless tune, glancing at her watch, she saw it was now 2:30.

In less than 10 minutes, she would be face to face with the girl carrying her first grandchild.

Moving one hand from the steering column to wrap around her middle, Jennifer took several deep breaths, then slowly blew them out.

'Ack! She was going to be a grandmother! And at her age!'

Wryly she grinned, knowing she sounded like Brian Kinney, all caught up in the 'age' game.

Well, what's done is done, and like Justin had said, he himself had just found out, so it would do no good for anyone if she were to start to panic now.

And any thoughts of 'fixing' the situation the way she was certain Craig would insist upon was just out of the question! Not only because it went against her own personal beliefs, but because it would harm Daphne as well.

Besides, Justin had made it very clear to her on the phone and then again in person.

That was never going to be an option.
No one was to know. No one, especially his bigoted father could ever know the truth.

She was the only adult he was going to tell, and even Daphne didn't know that Jennifer now knew.

Glancing down again at her slender diamond and platinum watch, she noted that in mere minutes, Daphne would.

The car was getting a bit stuffy, so she twisted the ignition key back to on.

After quickly zipping down the driver’s side window she then flicked the ignition key back to off.

Looking at her watch once more, she smiled sourly.

It had been a *hush up Jen* present, all wrapped up in disguise as her 10 year anniversary gift.

Each year after had become more and more expensive, as she was the one to chose it.

She wanted the son-of-a-bitch to pay.

To put back in crystal and platinum and diamonds and pearls and other precious jewels what had been stolen from her, bit by bit, month by month and year by year.

She had soon learned the hard way that, infidelity came in many shapes and sizes and price tags.

To Craig Taylor, it was *shush* payment for the 'little woman' at home. A reward of sorts for just looking the other way while he had affair, after affair, after affair...Sparkles of deception with various little trinkets for not rocking their comfy little WASPY boat.

Not long after Justin's birth was when it had started.

And through the years, the conquests of Craig J. Taylor had gotten bolder and bolder.

Some of those little tramps, and none of them seemed to be over 21, had even had the nerve to show up on her door step demanding to see him, declaring in his absences, some form of monetary compensation!

Only one of them had been very different.

One of them, about when Justin had been a toddler, had arrived on her front porch step early one frosty November morning.

A tall, slim young-looking long haired blonde girl, carrying a small light-blue baby carrier decorated in Sesame Street's Cookie Monster character was standing there dressed in an over-sized dark blue tee-shirt with a large peeling Cookie Monster character covering his furry blue mouth with a furry blue paw, his big eyes wide, and the shirt boldly stated, 'COOKIES IN THE OVEN!'

Raggy looking, tight, threadbare at the knees, light-blue jeans barely hanging onto her slender hips matched the worn long sleeved jean jacket barely hanging from her painfully thin shoulders as she stood there shivering in the cool breezy autumn morning air.

Along with a large matching bulging diaper bag slung over one skinny shoulder, she was toting a little long-lashed bright-blue eyed newborn baby wrapped up in a soft brushed thin pale blue Cookie Monster receiving blanket with a tiny dark blue Cookie Monster beanie proclaiming, 'I LOVE COOKIES!' on it's front, atop a little blonde head, with wispy curls peeking out from underneath it's brim.

Plump rose tinted chubby cheeks were moving up and down as the baby's dark pink cherubic lips were sucking furiously on a dark blue Cookie Monster binki pacifier.

At Jennifer's gasp of shock, the child turned its tiny head to stare into her surprised face.

That baby could of been Justin's twin when he was at that age!

The same little angelic face, and angel blonde hair with Craig's jawline, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes.

The young girl, now crying harder at Jennifer's questioning gaze was fumbling inside the diaper bag for something.

Craig had been out of town at the time, another 2 week long business trip.

The slender distraught young blonde girl kept crying, telling Jennifer repeatedly she had recorded proof that upon learning of her pregnancy and then her insistent refusal to get rid of it, Craig Taylor her former boss and only ever lover, had yelled at her on the phone, screaming all kinds of harsh insults, and then in person had yelled some more then coldly had fired her.

And as her pregnancy progressed, and even after she'd found out she was carrying his twins, he had told his 'new' secretary, another 17 year old girl and her former friend, to refuse to accept any of her calls, and if she came to the office, to have security throw her out!

Although shocked, and angered at him, Jennifer had done the only thing she knew how to do.

It was what she'd been born and bred to do.

The right thing...No matter how painful.

A tight lipped fake plastic smile gracing her mouth, she bent down to scoop up the then cranky and teething almost three year old Justin tugging at her leg.

Stepping aside, the hem of her beige dress fluttered in the sharp wind as she allowed the beautiful tall young girl and her baby to enter the warm home.

After hearing the tapes, she felt her hardening heart slowly turning into granite.

From that moment on, as far as her and her cheating husband's already rocky relationship was concerned, in her mind, it was over.

Dead and done.

She'd do the right thing, and raise her son, but once he had graduated High School, she'd leave Craig, and move on with her own life.

Her own dreams.

Because there was no point denying that the male voice on those tapes was Craig Taylor.

And it didn't take Justin's sudden bouncing up and down in her arms and pointing a pudgy finger, shouting, "Da Da!! Want MY DA DA!" the moment Craig's angry traitorous voice was heard as it escalated his displeasure.

Sending the sobbing girl a comforting smile, she re-wound each of the small tapes, quickly snapping off the player.

One by one carefully returning the tapes to their jewel cases, even though she just wanted to sit her son down in his play pen, rip up those tapes, those words and proof of his lies, and scream until she couldn't utter another sound, instead she wordlessly handed them back to her, and the girl stuffed them back into the baby bag.

After sitting Justin down into his large play pen, handing him his large colorful box of big crayola crayons and a pad of white drawing paper and a big tan colored teething cookie, she steered herself for what she had to do next.

A few phone calls later, and after the use of one of Craig's bottomless credit cards, 17 year old Shandra James now had two reserved afternoon first class airline tickets to New York, New York for herself and her baby Shayden.

A big check would be waiting to be picked up at the bank. It was for her to go shopping with, or for any other of their needs all courtesy of that rat Craig J. Taylor.

After all Shayden was Craig's son, and he deserved no less than the best, just like Justin had.

And thanks to Jennifer, there was a family more than willing to adopt in an open adoption, baby Shayden, along with a more than generous offer to help Shandra with finishing up her education, along with an offer to help with College if she so chose to go, as well as a ready made job of being governess to her own baby.

It had only taken a couple of phone calls, and the girl's former problems were soon resolved.

If Shandra decided to just keep the large check and try and raise Shayden alone instead, that was an option as well.

With streaming tears of understanding, and shared grief after being told the story of her birth and of her death, Jennifer had made sure of, and had promised Shandra that she'd see to the purchase of a grey and pink swirled marble headstone and a small, child sized pink marble angel for the barren grave plot of the baby twin that didn't make it, tiny Autumn Jane.

Jennifer and the Southmier's were giving Shandra many choices.

Jennifer Taylor was above all very efficient at getting her way, and at getting things done. She just had that knack for fixing things.

Her son Justin and the later born Molly, would never know that in New York, New York, they had a half brother named Shayden Craig James, who'd been adopted by Jennifer's barren first cousin, Cara Southmier.

Cara and her husband James Southmier an older couple in their late 40's had been trying for several years to have children.

After almost 8 failed intro-vitro procedures, they had all but given up hope at ever having their own children.

And, due to their latter age, the State wasn't too keen on letting older couples adopt newborns.

Older children yes, newborns, I>not usually.

So that mid-morning call from her wealthy cousin Jennifer Taylor, had put both Cara and James over the moon, and had them scrambling to make several phone calls of their own.

They themselves were not poor by any means, and the more than generous deposit of that check added money via the Taylor’s now sitting in a separate bank account waiting for Shandra and Shayden, was like icing on the whole adoption package.

They had also agreed that, if upon arrival, the young girl changed her mind, she was to be given her money, and allowed to leave, no questions asked.

But, both had prayed feverishly that the young teen would take them up on Jennifer's and their more than generous offer upon her and baby Shayden's arrival.

Shandra's sad tale about her plight had easily steered Jennifer into her final decision to help her.

This young girl didn't want her baby to suffer anymore, and without work, she now couldn't afford to feed, or to clothe him properly.


She now had no home, and her baby had no clothing other than the few things her teenage girlfriends had bought for him from the small baby shower they had given her, and with winter coming on what if Shayden grew ill? How would Shandra take proper care of him?

A backseat was no safe place for a newborn...A car was no place safe for them to live.

Her heartless parents had even thrown her and her child into the streets just late last night after a huge row, telling her to pack her's and her remaining bastard's 'shit' up and to just get out!

They'd slept in the second hand car that Craig had bought her.

It was to have been for her High School graduation gift earlier in their affair.

But the car, like her childish dreams, was now slowly falling apart.

It needed new tires, a set of brakes, and a tune up, according to the service man that had last changed it's oil.

Jennifer couldn't be mad at her.

She just couldn't fault the innocent sky-eyed child, nor the sad aquamarine gaze that held hers.

Because her heart had gone out to the young teen mother and the beautiful baby she now had cuddled carefully against her thin chest.

As Shandra held him tightly in her slender arms as he was nursing greedily on yet another bottle Jennifer had even smiled, noting that the baby not only had Justin's angelic good looks, but his voracious appetite, as well.

'Poor Shandra,' Jennifer had thought sadly, 'To be 17, and a single parent, to have lost one child, now with no family to lean on, to grieve with, or to even talk to. Well, this time, Craig Taylor, you'd gone too far!'

And, after an in private 15 minute shouting match on the phone in her kitchen with her husband in which she'd been the victor after threatening him with those tapes and many dire things if he didn't go along with her plan, she had been the perfect hostess.

As it was nearing lunchtime, Jennifer was soon offering the obviously starving child some nourishment in the form of a thick grilled ham and cheese sandwich, some apple slices dipped in low-fat yogurt and a big cold glass of whole milk.

Jennifer had even warmed up Shayden's bottle of formula and had sat with him in her arms feeding him while his hungry mother ate the first real food she'd had in two days.

Jennifer had found out later that the young girl had spent the last of her money on her baby's formula, thus going without food for herself.

Laying the now fed, burped and freshly changed baby boy back into his little carrier, and after feeding Justin his own lunch, Jennifer had then phoned Daphne's mother to come and watch Justin while she drove a visiting cousin to the airport.

Shayden had kicked his tiny blue booted feet in protest, and his squalling even had little Justin frowning and holding his small hands over his little shell pink ears.

Shandra had quickly plucked him out of his blue plastic prison and sinking down into the couch had deftly popped his dark blue binki into his tiny protesting mouth, rocking him back and forth and cooing to him softly.

Mrs. Chanders had soon arrived, early as usual, with a bundled up almost three year old Daphne on her hip.

After taking off the little girl's red winter coat, when she turned to shut the door. She had chased her as the little girl her long cinnamon braids flying out behind her made a beeline for the tall blonde stranger that was sitting on the large white leather couch holding a tiny baby.

Daphne seemed fascinated by the little blue hat, and had pulled it off, turning to her mother as she held it up in her pudgy fist and had plainly stated, “Mommy! This baby likes Cookie Monster just like me and Justin do!"

Fondly looking down at her little daughter Mrs. Chanders smiled as she corrected her saying, "That's just like Justin and I do."

Wide eyed, the little girl gushed, "Wow mommy! You like Cookie too?!"

Laughing, Mrs. Chanders had apologized to the girl on the couch after she'd rescued the small hat from her daughter's surprisingly strong grip and smiling, had and handed it back to the girl.

Daphne had then leaned over and quickly kissed one chubby cheek of the baby, then smooched another quick kiss on his little button nose, causing him to giggle in glee around his pacifier.

Looking up at the girl holding him, the little girl had clearly stated, "He is such a pretty baby lady."

Her long braids tickled the little boy, and as he had reached out a tiny hand to tug on one of them his dark blue binki had popped out of his little pink mouth as he was now trying to stuff his tiny fists full to eat her hair instead.

Mrs. Chanders had rescued her giggling daughter, turning her upside down and lightly tickling the little girl's pudgy brown tummy as Daphne had crowed, "Silly baby! You don't eat people's hair! You're supposed to eat baby bottles full of stinky milk!"

Her dark brown hazel eyes wide, she looked upside down into the blue and red rimmed eyes of the smiling girl and said, "It's okay lady, don't be sad, he'll learn stuff, I can tell, he's really, really smart like me, but he can't help doing silly stuff now, cause he's just a baby."

Waving her small hand over her mother's shoulder, the now upright little girl bounced happily as she yelled, "Bye pretty baby, bye pretty lady!"

After leaning over the high white mesh, Mrs. Chanders carefully placed the happy toddler down into the bottom of the large play pen next to her best friend Justin, who was coloring quietly and pouting while muttering softly, "Silly baby! Even my mommy likes it! But it can't have Daphy, she's all mine! Dumb baby, I hope him and his mommy go away soon!"

Giggling, the little girl had leaned over to him, bumped against him and whispered loudly, "Don't be mad Jus, he's only a baby, an' I like you lots more an' way better, cause you're my bestest friend!"

The two toddlers had then rubbed noses, and wrapped their arms around each other, giggling.

All had been forgiven and all was once again right inside their little world.

Justin's sudden, "MOM, what are you doing here?" caused Jennifer's past memories to evaporate as she looked up at her son, and the young girl that was carrying their future.

"Justin, and Daphne, hi, how are you both? Listen, get into the backseat of the car, because I need to speak with you." Jennifer said brightly, too brightly giving them both teens a blinding smile.

Minutes passed as both teens stood rooted to the spot.

"Mrs. Taylor," Daphne finally gulped through her suddenly dry throat.

Turning her frightened gaze toward her guilty looking best friend, she loudly gasps as Justin hung his head, then looked quickly away.

Narrowing her dark eyes, she hissed, “Taylor you little shit! You told her, didn't you!"

The bright smile on Jennifer Taylor's pretty face eclipsed quickly as she had noticed the brief glimpse of sadness darkening the sparkle in her young son's dimming blue eyes.

And at the mutinous look on Daphne's face, and the angry daggers she was sending to them both, Jennifer deftly snapped open her silver cell phone, one long well groomed nail hovered over a number as she coolly yet firmly told the scowling younger girl,
"This button is on speed dial to your mother Daph, and I'm certain she would love to know just what her daughter has been up to!"

Several minutes passed as her darkening crystal blue stare silently challenged the younger girl.

Her frustration climbed as she began losing her patience when she then told them both, "Get your ass's inside this car, NOW. "

At her last word, both teens jumped.

Hastily Justin held open the car door for Daphne then he too quickly scrambled inside, shutting the door with a slam.

Counting slowly under her breath to 10, first foreword then backward, Jennifer then unbuckled her seat belt, turning in her seat to look at the two of them.

In her usual no-nonsense way, she stated, "Daphne, Justin told me you asked him to be your first sexual experience, and now you're pregnant, and today is the first time you've seen a real OB/GYN, is this correct?"
"Yeah," Daphne snapped. "But, it was for 3:00, and now it looks like I'm gonna be late, so thanks a bunch, Mrs. Taylor." The girl said in a snotty voice, folding her arms and smirking.

Giving both teens a grim little smile, she nodded her blonde head and after she turned back around in her seat, she quickly pulled the seatbelt over her chest, then clicked it in place.

While adjusting her shoulder pad, she then told the two open mouthed teens in the backseat that, "It was a good thing then, that I had already made an appointment with my own OB/GYN."

She then told them to, " Buckle up."

And, when Daphne had protested saying, "But, my car..."

Jennifer had finished, "Will still be here when we return."

With a satisfied smirk, turning the ignition key, she then had slid the car into reverse, then back into drive as they drove off to the DR’s. Office.

After adjusting the air, she'd then turned on the radio and slipped a cd into the slot.

Soon the car was filled with the soothing sounds of Frank Sinatra.

The anger melted away as both teens giggled then mimicked sticking their finger down their throats.

"Daph," Justin cupped his hand as he whispered into her ear, "Look, I'm sorry, but, I didn't know what else to do."

Looking deeply into his sad baby blue eyes, she saw the truth and then had whispered back, "It's okay Jus, I'm kinda glad she's here, cause I really didn't know what to do either."

Reaching over to grab a car game from inside the deep pockets on the back of front car seat holder, soon Justin and Daphne were giggling and playing tic-tac-toe.

Pulling up to the familiar golden arches, glancing into the rear-view mirror, Jennifer smiled as she saw them once more getting along and playing in the back seat.

After noting the time on her watch, and after the little belly growl her stomach had just made, she'd decided to make a quick stop through the beloved drive-thru.

"Justin, Daphne, what would you like to eat?"

Justin, glancing up and after seeing the familiar golden sight, grinning as he once again matched a three in a row, had piped up, "Big Mac, large fries and a chocolate shake please mom!"

Daphne, studying the small board, and trying to figure out a way to stump her friend absently said, "Mmm, that sounds good Mrs. Taylor, I'll have the same, but may I have an apple pie too please?"

Jennifer smiled, happy that the two friends were again on speaking terms.

She and Judy Chanders had been long time friends since grade school and High School just like Justin and Daphne.
They had even attended the same College and had been roommates too.

And when they had both met the one, the man of their dreams, they had listened patiently to each others many hours and hours of happy talk about their beau's.

And, when the big question had been popped, then each had stood up for each other at their weddings.

They had even asked their new spouses to move into the same neighborhood.

Later on, they had been there for moral support during their pregnancies too, having had some of the same cravings.

Not trusting their precious children to just anyone’s care, they had also babysat for each other’s child as well.

When Justin and Daphne were small, they loved to come to see their happy friend Ronald, and play in his large play place, screaming at the top of their lungs the 'happy' song.

Both children had pushed the limits too, refusing to come out of the fun clubhouse. Many a time she or Judy had a tale to tell of them wading almost knee deep through the large areas of the small primary colored plastic balls to find their stubborn children.

"That will be $25.60 the voice in the box said after she'd placed her order. After waiting in line a few minutes, she then pulled up to the first window, paid the bill, then waited some more, then pulled up to the second window and picked up their food.

After handing it all out, she then carefully unwrapped the light blue paper taking a small bite of her fish sandwich, before pulling back into the traffic.

After a 20 minute drive, she pulled into a smoothly paved parking lot, announcing, "Daphne, Justin, wake up we're here!"

Putting the car into park and then turning off the ignition key, she grabbed her phone, placed it inside her purse, and then dropped her keys inside it next.

Sliding her purse strap over her shoulder, looking at her teeth in her visor mirror, she ran her tongue over them, and then she pulled out a stick of cinnamon gum.

After opening it up and popping it into her mouth, she then held out the pack, offering it to the two in the back.

Both blurry eyed teens wiped their eyes, and rubbed their faces, swiping a stick of the red wrapped gum, mumbling a quick "Thanks" and then after opening their gum and putting the slim dark pink sticks into their mouths they straightened out their clothing after unbuckling their seat belts and getting out of the vehicle.

The small nap had felt good for them both as they neither one had gotten much sleep the night before.

Shutting then locking the doors with a beep, the three headed inside the large pale pink building with curvy bright white stucco trim.

After they climbed the stairs, once they reached the tall frosted glass doors, Justin opened one of them up to admit them all inside.

Walking briskly over to the receptionist’s area, her slim high heels making a sharp 'click' 'click' sound against the elegant polished wood of the floor, Jennifer Taylor led Daphne and Justin over to the front desk to confirm their 4:00 appointment.

After briefly filling out some paper work, and then waiting less than 15 minutes, soon all three of them let out a sigh of relief when they heard, "Miss Daphne Chanders?"

Walking over to the smiling nurse with the high black ponytail dressed in light pink scrubs, and matching Nike tennis shoes, the trio followed her down the hall watching her pony tail swing to and fro.

After the nurse took Daphne's vitals, Justin and Jennifer waited outside the room as she helped Daphne put on the soft cotton pale pink hospital gown.

Helping her up the footstool to the tall examination table, she then helped her to slowly lie down, before she brought up the black metal safety rail.

Once back inside, Jennifer and Justin sat across from Daphne in matching dark pink hard plastic chairs as they all awaited the Doctor's arrival.

After what seemed like forever, a petite dark lady holding a manila chart walked in.

Walking over to Jennifer she bent over to hug her, then she reached over and touched Justin's surprised face gently.

Trailing a finger tip slowly down his jaw, she tapped his nose lightly as she said softly, "Ah, little sunbeam, you've grown into quite a beautiful young man my angel."