A.N: I need help! I have no idea for my L chapter for Alphabet of Love and all I can think of ironically is Love so if anyone has any prompts for that chapter I would be eternally grateful. Secondly, Happy New Year my fanfiction friends! Roll on 2013! And lastly, I had this idea while listening to my Seeking Crystal audio book and if it works that WHOOHOO but if it doesn't then hey ho and back to the drawing board. Now as Chapter one of Finding Sky is a dream-memory of Sky at nine, I figured I would have Karla's POV in a memory of Zed at nine… comprende? And yes this will all be in Karla's POV, so prepare for madness! Comment, follow and favorite please xoxo

Chapter One:

"Zed Benedict you be nice to your brother!" Karla called from the kitchen as Zed stopped mid-throw as he was about to chuck a cushion at his older brother's head. Yves huffed and pulled his science homework away from Zed and Xav, who were in a pillow fighting mood. Will rolled his eyes and returned to the TV.

"Where's Dad?" Yves asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose and running into the kitchen with his homework sheet in one hand and a pencil in another. "I need his help, Mom."

Karla dried her hands on a towel and kissed her son's forehead. "He'll be home in a minute sweetheart." She rested her hands on his shoulders and smiled gently. Then, Zed caught her eyes. He had climbed onto the bookshelf, feet slipping on the glazed wood and hands clutching a pillow as well as holding on to the top of the cabinet.

"Zed Benedict you get down from there right now before you fall and hurt yourself!" She cried, rushing into the living room and pulling him off the shelf and carefully placing him on the floor. Zed laughed and dropped the pillow, running into the kitchen with an excited shriek of: "Daddy!"

Still at the childish age of nine, Zed could get away with still calling Saul 'Daddy', whereas Yves, who only ten, would have been teased mercilessly if he had uttered the word 'Daddy' in front of his brothers. However, Karla had witnessed on several occasions, her second youngest son calling her husband 'Daddy' when the two had a quiet moment together. Smiling at the thought, she followed her son into the kitchen and leaned in the doorway, watching Saul explain a problem to Yves and then toss Zed over his shoulders.

"You causing trouble young man?" Saul asked, catching sight of his wife in the doorway, and winking.

"No Daddy!" Zed squealed, wriggling so he could rest his head in the crook of his father's neck and link both hands around his neck.

"Oh really, so why is my living room a mess?" Saul asked, tickling his son. Zed shrugged, sticking his tongue out at Xav. "Right boys- and that includes you Victor, you have until I finish kissing your mother to clean that room up."

Karla turned in surprise at the mention of Victor, who she had been horrified to discover had seemingly turned seventeen overnight and spent most of his time in his room these days, had suddenly come down the stairs. She chuckled as Victor put his brother's into formation and ordered them to clean various parts of the living room.

She was brought back to reality as Saul's lips touched her neck, his large hands gently stroking her waist. She sighed and looked up at her husband, eyes lighting and butterflies filling her stomach as he kissed her softly, his lips against hers. She pulled away slightly.

"Saul," she breathed into his neck as he kissed his way up hers. "The boys."

Saul rolled his eyes, but seemed to understand her concern. Their sons hated seeing them kissing- even hugging was considered a crime in their household, mainly (for the older ones) because it reminded them of something they would never have- their words, not Karla's- and the younger ones because to them it was gross. Normally Saul didn't care, but tonight he took her hand and pulled her further from the door, into the doorway of the utility room, ignoring the chaos of skiing equipment that was horded there as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her fully. Karla even moaned a little as his tongue played with hers, his hands still stroking her waist.

When he finally pulled away, he bent his head and kissed her forehead, before leaning back against the opposite wall. "Sorry darling," he said quietly. "I just missed you today."

Karla smiled dreamily. "I don't mind."

Saul chuckled. "Come here angel, you're lips are all swollen." He pulled her back to him and ran the pad of his thumb over her lips.

"Well they would be after all that kissing, wouldn't they?" Karla said with an indulgent smile. "I missed you too." She whispered as an afterthought, before stretching up on her toes and kissing him fiercely.

"Eeeww! They're kissing!" came a shriek, making Karla and Saul break apart instantly and look anxiously at Zed who was dancing around the kitchen, laughing at the sight of his parents. Saul shook his head and tossed Zed over his shoulder.

"Well," he said loudly. "When you have a girlfriend-"

"No, no!" Zed squealed. "Girls suck!"

"-and she is as pretty and as lovely and is as good a kisser as your Momma, then you will want to kiss her just as much as I want to kiss your Momma." Saul finished.

But Zed who didn't really care about girlfriends or soulfinders or kissing, squealed and wriggled until he had reached the floor and made his way back into the living room. Saul laughed and slid an arm around his petite wife's waist, pulled her to his side and together they walked to the living room and watched as Trace and Uriel left their studies and sat in a corner with Victor, ignoring the chaos of their younger siblings, who were arguing over several videos.

"He will find her, won't he?" Karla asked later that evening, curled up on the couch, head in Saul's lap. He sighed, chest rumbling and looked down at his wife, running a hand through her curls.

"Yeah." He said finally. "Of course he will."