"Caleb Watson Sidle! Get your butt out here! You too, Taylor April Sidle! And Nicholas Stokes, you better too!" Caleb creeps out from behind the sofa, Taylor from under the table, and Nick steps out from behind the door.

"We're in trouble, Nicky. Momma used full name. She's angry." Taylor informs him, and Caleb nods.

"And why do you think your in trouble?" I say, arms crossed. I raises my eyebrows at all of them.

"Cause we scare Hodges. But Taylor tell me too!" Caleb informs me. Of course. Taylor was almost as bossy as me. I turn to face the three year old.

"And why is that, Ms. Taylor?"

"Cause he annoying. He no life and no friends." Nick gives her a high-five.

"And you, Stokes! What are you trying to teach my three year olds?" He looks down at the floor sheepishly. "Caleb, don't do everything your sister tells you to. Taylor, you may only annoy Hodges when I give you permission. Stokes, I am the only one who allows my children to annoy Hodges. Do I make myself clear?"

"But…"

"But what, Taylor?"

"Nicky says daddy annoy Hodges." I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. A rush of tears come in to my eyes. I run out of the room, heading into the bathroom. I brace myself against the sink, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. He did annoy Hodges. He was one of the banes of Hodges existence. It used to make me laugh, the things he would do just to aggravate the lab rat. I quickly wipe my eyes, but more tears replace the ones I've just gotten rid of. It's been three years, but it still feels like yesterday. The day Greg Sanders was shipped off to the military. I remember it all like it was yesterday. We had gone out for dinner, his last dinner in Vegas. I had told him that I loved him. He had grinned and kissed me. The next morning, I woke up in his arms. That was the day he had left. And the last contact I have had with him in three years. We all know he died. He must have. I wish he hadn't. I wish he could meet his son and daughter. I wish it was him in the delivery room with me, not Catherine. I wish he would walk Taylor down the aisle, give Caleb advice on girls. I let more tears fall down my face and into the sink. Oh, Greg. I miss you so much I can't stand it. Taking a deep breath, I wipe my eyes and walk back out of the bathroom, once again ready to face reality.