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Note: So that's the end of this one! I'll write more Dameron soon, I promise. But for now, this one is all wrapped up and tied with a sparkly bow. Thanks for sticking through this story, guys! I know it was a roller-coaster, but it was fun to write.

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"I don't think we can adopt from a Christian agency," Cameron admitted. Damian gave him a puzzled look. "I doubt they'll adopt to homosexual couples," Cam explained.

"Oh," Damian said quietly. "Well…well, this is Massachusetts, right? So…so would hospitals possibly let gay couples adopt children? After all, we can get married here."

"Good thinking, baby," Cameron rubbed Damian's shoulder tenderly. "So, we want a girl, right? Or rather, you want a girl…"

"Yes," Damian said, affirmatively nodding. "I want a daughter."

"What names do you like?" Cameron pulled Damian close, letting the brunette rest his head against his chest.

"Something pretty," Damian replied, "but something strong."

"Lily?" Damian shook his head. "Hillary?" Damian made a face. "I've got it," Cameron said slowly. "Chloe."

"Chloe," Damian whispered. "I think I like it. Chloe…wait, what would her last name be? Would it be McGinty-Mitchell or Mitchell-McGinty?"

"I think I like Chloe McGinty-Mitchell," Cameron stroked Damian's hair slowly. "And I think her middle name should be Grace. Chloe Grace, isn't that nice?"

"Yes," Damian murmured. They lay and listened to each other's breathing for several minutes. "Do you think I'm strong enough for this?"

"You've been in counseling for six months," Cameron pointed out. "And I must say, I've noticed a rather nice change in you. A good change, of course. So yes, I do think you're strong enough for this. You'll make a wonderful father," he kissed Damian's temple. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Damian murmured before falling asleep in Cameron's arms.

One year later

"I can't believe it," Damian murmured as he finally cradled his baby girl. "Hullo, Chloe."

"She's beautiful," Cameron whispered. "Hey. Hey, Chloe. I'm your dad. Well, he's your dad, too, but I'm the nerdy one. He's the sweet one."

"Oh, you," Damian blushed. "He's the best. You'll love him a lot. I hope as much as you'll love me. Because I love you already, my darling girl."

"I love you, too," Cameron tickled her little feet. She giggled, smiling up at her two fathers. "Hey, maybe she'll be musically talented like us. I mean, look at her long fingers. Those are musician's fingers, Damian."

Damian laughed. "Maybe she'll want to be an artist, or a writer, or something like that. Maybe she'll be a mathematician or accountant. She can be anything she wants to be."

"You're right," Cameron nodded. "As long as she's ours, I don't care what she ends up being. Straight, gay, bi, dancer, skater…she's our little girl."

"I couldn't be happier," Damian said, a lump forming in his throat.

"I couldn't, either," Cameron kissed him. "I'm the happiest man alive."