"Like I said, there's a couple different routes we can go. "I'm sure we can figure out somethin' that'll fit your budget," he said as he pulled out two brochures and handed one to each of the men. "We've got a few different options we can discuss," Marshall said, pulling his feet off the desk so he could reach into one of its drawers. "So how many y'all wanna have?" The proprietor asked. You won't find a better bunch of boys ready and able to carry babies." "Well then, it sounds like y'all came to the right place!" Marshall grinned. So neither of us is too keen on putting our body through a pregnancy but we'd really like to start our family." "And Blake is a model as well but also does some amateur body building. "Y'all models or something?" Marshall asked looking the two over. "We've been considering starting a family for awhile and given our careers, well we don't want to carry the baby ourselves," he explained. "Well," Wesley said, sitting forward in his char. "What brings y'all here?" He asked, placing both hands behind his head. "So boys," Marshall said as he sat down, leaning back and putting his booted feet up on the large desk. The office was tastefully decorated yet obviously reflected the man it belonged to: strong and country. The couple followed the big farmer down a short hallway to his office where they took seats in comfortable leather chairs across the desk from Marshall. "Now why don't you boys follow me back to my office," he offered, holding out his arm, pointing the way. He looked like a farmer, from the flannel shirt and jeans, right down to the cowboy boots. "I'm Blake and this is my partner, Wesley." Griffith," Blake said, standing to greet the man. "I'm Marshall Griffith, the owner of this fine farm." "Y'all must be Wesley and Blake!" He boomed reaching down to shake their hands.
A few minutes later, a big, burly man came in. The two did as instructed, nervously checking their phones as they waited. She welcomed them and told them to have a seat. They entered the building and were greeted by a cheerful secretary at the desk. The city dwellers were both a little sore from being in the car for longer than they were used to. He and Blake got out of the car and stretched for a second. He pulled the car up right in front of the building and parked. Wesley followed the signs directing him to the office. At the top they saw numerous buildings all done to look so they fit right in with the surrounding country. It was lined with trees and passed through green fields dotted with small ponds nice and peaceful, very different from the hectic city they were both used to. The two men enjoyed the scenery as they followed the long, winding road.
"Sorry," Wesley said, easing off the gas.
The car bounced off the main road and onto a dirt one full of lots of ruts and bumps. Wesley slowed the car in preparation and took the next turn as directed. "Look there's a sign," he said, pointing to the left. "It's not a real farm though," Wesley said. "Well we are going to a farm," Blake pointed out.
"It's amazing how we're still close to the city but nothing's around," Wesley said as he drove down the two lane road. Wesley and Blake, a young, gay couple from the city were driving through the countryside an hour and a half outside of town looking for their destination.