Nick's POV

I kissed my husband Jeff on the cheek once he joined me in the kitchen. I was making some eggs for breakfast. "Did you wake, Liam?" I asked him and he nodded. He probably will be down soon enough. Liam was our son which we adopted when he was three—he's eight now and the time has flown by.

By the time I had gotten breakfast on the table, Liam joined as at the table. And I sat down and started eating with everyone—it was pretty quiet for the most part. It almost always is with Jeff reading his newspaper and Liam isn't much of a morning person. He has more to say once he gets home.

I looked at the time and I probably should start the car and get Liam to school. "Liam, we better go. Go get your stuff." I said and Liam got up to go get his backpack.

"Okay, I'm ready." Liam said when he came back a minute later with his backpack on.

"Oh, before I forget, I'm going to pick you up from school early. You have a dentist appointment today." I reminded him. It's been on the calendar for about a week, but I probably should remind him; by now it's most likely slipped his mind.

"Okay." Liam said and I glanced at my husband, who seemed a little uneasy at the mention of the word. I roll my eyes mentally—some things might never change. One thing for sure was that I am happy that he wouldn't have to worry about Liam being afraid; he didn't seem to have the phobia like his daddy did.

Liam's POV

I sat with Charlie at lunch and we talked about our weekends. Then he saw the note that was for my teacher—I forgot to give that to her earlier—about me leaving early and took it out of my bag.

"What's this for?" Charlie asked.

"It's note."

"What's it for?"

"I have to leave early." I told him.

"Why?"

"I have to go to the dentist." I told him and he nodded—we probably would have moved on and talked about something better if it wasn't for Alex.

"Good luck." Alex said and then both Charlie and I looked at him—that was always how we got sucked into listening to him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you just better hope he doesn't use—you don't want to know." Alex said and I rolled my eyes—he is probably making something up like he does usually.

"You probably haven't come up with something fake to scare him with yet." Charlie commented and I laughed a little; that was pretty good.

"Just saying, Liam—you better pray he doesn't need to use that drill on you." Alex said and I rolled my eyes—I thought he had to be making that. Why would building tools be in the dentist's office?

"Right, you're just saying that to try and scare me." I replied.

"You don't believe me?" Alex questioned. "Fine, don't come crying to me when they're drilling into your teeth and your screaming for them to stop, but they don't. Good luck, Liam." He said and then left the table, I turned to Charlie, wondering why he thought I would believe that.

"Can you believe that?" I asked Charlie.

"I don't think he was lying." Charlie said—wait what? Did Charlie actually believe him?

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, there was no way he was serious.

"Didn't our parents always tell us to brush our teeth or else the dentist would have to drill our teeth or something like that?" He asked—I don't remember ever having either of my dads say anything like that to me.

"Mine never did." I told him.

"Well mine did—I don't know—I'm sure you'll be fine. Don't let Alex get to you." Charlie told me and I nodded. Right, he is just messing with me. My dad's one too and I doubt he'd do that to me, so why would anyone else?

Later that day we were having crafts—well it was different. She took us to where others have wood shop and we were making bird houses—we just glued the pieces she had ready for us and then decorated them for us. I don't think she would let us use saws and that other stuff yet.

"You're leaving after this class right?" Charlie asked me, but I didn't answer. I was still think about what Alex said—I mean what if he was right? I mean Charlie believes and why would his parents lie to him? And I notice my daddy gets nervous whenever my dad talks about his job—why would he be? "Liam?" He said then getting my attention.

"Sorry—yeah, I do."

"You worrying about what Alex said?" Charlie asked and I sighed—I hated myself for it, but there were some things that said it was true.

"What if he's right?"

"Even if he is—which he never is—you shouldn't worry about it. I mean your dad's one too right?" He asked and I nodded. I needed to listen to Charlie.

"Hey Liam…" I turned to see Alex with one hand behind his back. He then showed that he had one of those drills—what—? "…OPEN WIDE!" He yelled and turned it on.

I screamed—I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe and I was shaking and crying. I shuffled back away from him as our teacher and went over to corner. Put my head into between my knees and couldn't stop panicking.

For my lovely readers of this series who wanted a Prequel :) I had many ideas…and I finally settled on one. And this is how wasted some time while I'm sick.

Anyways, both Liam and Charlie are in 8 in this. This is before Liam (and later, Charlie) moved so yeah, they'd both be in this. And this is before Charlie and Liam had that experience which sets up most of the series. :)

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