"Are you guys picking out clothes for Henry?" the sales associate asked.

The four men nodded. "Yes, he's our son."

The sales associate's eyebrows shot up. Men? Four of them? A son?

Could it be two gay couples who adopted Henry and are now raising him together? Who's the mom? Who's the dad?

A story began to take shape in the sales associate's mind.

"Let's pick a size for my son, and we'll try it on."

"Sir, it's not convenient for children to try on clothes here. Do you know what size he usually wears?"

The men exchanged puzzled looks. "Why can't we try them on? Are you afraid we'll try and not buy? Just pick a size, and we'll buy it after trying."

The sales associate replied, "Actually, if you could just tell me the size, we can get the clothes for you."

Teddy shrugged. "We don't know the size."

Oh, looks like a recent adoption, thought the sales associate, noting Henry's nice clothes. "I can check the size now."

So, under the "torture" of his four godfathers, Henry's clothes were removed, revealing his chubby little body, and he burst into tears.

His crying drew attention from nearby customers. The four big men cuddled, coaxed, and entertained him, almost losing their minds.

If it had been anyone else being so stubborn, not listening to sweet talk, the four of them would have turned hostile and dealt with that person already. But today, they were holding their "son" in their arms!

Not long after, when it was time to change clothes, another ordeal began. The four of them cuddled, coaxed, and doted on him, eventually getting help from the sales associate to dress Henry in his new clothes. Having gone through the experience once, the men firmly decided not to let Henry try on clothes anymore.

In the toy store, whatever Henry took a liking to, "Buy!"

Whatever his little hand touched, "Buy!"

toy cars, Teddy pointed at a

to pick up, ensuring Henry's shopping spree filled the car's trunk to the brim. Everything was eventually shipped to Maplewood Estates. Leaving

nestled in their

tissue. "Don't use

of wet wipes. "Tissue will still rub our son's skin raw.

are for wiping his

questioned, "Did she

reminisced, "I think

vaguely nodded. "Seems like

should we use to wipe our

Andre: "..."

debate, Andre suggested, "Why don't you

the fully air-conditioned mall, one Henry and four men were

Henry were told, "Gentlemen, the child is too young. He's not suitable for slides and trampolines." Mars wanted to argue. "Our son is small. Why can't he play? Can't we four dads just

seller, at a loss for words at the sight

out. Ask where we can buy this equipment. If our son can't play here, we'll buy them for our

no matter what. Just a while ago, he would still act adorably for a bit, but then he started gnawing on Teddy's face. Mars excitedly exclaimed, "Look, why

Henry

men were foolishly delighted, but Conner felt something was off. "Why is the

he been crying

this isn't right. When Henry kisses Andre, he's smiling. Why is he

men looked

children passing by with their milk bottles, suddenly realized

this realization, all

back to the

They usually traveled in spacious vehicles, so they decided to stand outside in the sun with the canvas bag Mia had given them. On the hood of the car,

men fumbled around. "How much formula

Mars, quickly look it up on

in his arms, cuddled him

hot water's too hot. It might scald our son. Asher, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of cold water

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