It was a normal day in the Brady house hold, Ma had gone back to sleep after giving the kids breakfast and Da was heading out. Brendan was in his moody self, eating his eggs and sausage in a bizarre manner. Cheryl decided to wait until he finishes up. Brendan ate up soon enough and headed out, probably with his mates, Pete and Walker. The trio of preteens who were never up to any good. Cheryl figured it was gonna be a long boring weekend, so she called up Lynsey for a chat after breakfast. After lolling around in the house, Cheryl watched some TV and then fell asleep on the couch.

A series of phone calls went either unheard or ignored. Messages were left and no one bothered to check. Brendan came back around lunch time with Pete and Walker. Cheryl had invited Lynsey over and Ma was tired after having prepared lunch for five kids. She felt a little sick. The kids chatted loudly while they ate. The phone rang once more. This time Cheryl got up to receive it, feeling guilty of ignoring the few she missed before.

"Ma its some lady, wants te speak te ye,"

"Hello. Who is it?"

"Ma'am we are calling from social services. Are you Mrs. Sheamus Brady?"

"Yes. What is the problem?"

"We have your two boys in our custody. We would like you to…"

"Sorry miss you must have got the wrong number. I got only two kids, a girl and a boy and they are sitting right in front of me,"

"We are sorry for the mistake. Have a good day,"

"Yea sure,"

"Who was it Ma?"

"Just some confused lady,"

The rest of the afternoon passed as usual. The kids went out to play. Grace decided to eat something and then call up a friend. Sheamus showed up later in the afternoon. She laid out the table for him.

"Hows yer weekend goin?"

"Fine"

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing just got a strange call that's all. People can make such mis…"

"What call?"

"From social services,"

"Where?"

"Social services... they said they had two of my boys der wid dem,"

"Ah…"

"Strange right? I just told dem I had only two kids and…"

"Right that's grand. I'll be off then."

"You haven't finished your food,"

Sheamus stormed off, leaving Grace irritated and confused. The kids showed up and Grace sent them straight for a shower. The door bell rang, And Grace decided she wont open the door, thinking it was Sheamus. There was knock this time and a voice of a woman.

"Good evening ma'am. I am from child services. We spoke on the phone,"

"Yes and you said there was a mistake,"

"We thought so, after our conversation. But we rechecked and confirmed that Steven and Kevin are definitely related to Sheamus Brady,"

"You said related? They can be his nephews or…"

"No ma'am. Mr. Brady has no siblings. Any other relation may be too far off to be matched. We have to hand over custody of the two boys to him. Or he can choose to put them up for adoption."

"He's not home right now. Are they with you now?"

"No, I will be bringing them tomorrow. Just wanted to inform you in person,"

"Thank you. I will speak to my husband about it. You need him to be here right?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean he has to take them, sign papers or…"

"Yes,"

"Okay then,.."

"I will see you tomorrow,"

"Hmmm,"

Grace took a moment to let it sink in. After a lot of thinking, she went up to her kids.

"Brendan, Chez. Get ready. We're going out,"

"We're going out! Yey! Can I call Lynsey?"

"No sweetheart, we're going over to Nanna Flo's. Be a dear and pack a bag."

Brendan stepped out of the shower, drying his hair.

"We're going to nanna Flo's!" Cheryl squealed.

"What? No!"

"Yes, so better get dressed real soon. And pack a bag."

"Whats wrong with Ma?"

"She must be bored at home all weekend, like me."

"What are you talking about. You've got Lynsey coming here all the time,"

"Yea but we don't go out and have fun like you boys,"

"Whoever stopped you?" Brendan teased, throwing the towel in her direction.

"MAAAAA!"

"You kids pack your bags up fast. The cab'll be here soon."

Brendan showed his tongue to Cheryl before heading to his cupboard. Cheryl threw the towel back at him, he ducked. She mumbled, frustrated, then got to packing.

Grace showed up to their room, grabbed a couple more clothes from their cupboard.

"How long are we goin for Ma?"

"I don't know, alright. I need you kids to stay by me for a bit. Your Da and I are having some problems."

"Are you getting a divorce?"

"No. I don't know. Your Da's has done something without thinking about any of us. I…"

Brendan and Cheryl saw tears form in their mothers eyes. Brendan wondered if she had found out about their dad's big secret. He wondered how, but said nothing. He always wanted to get away from that man. This was good.

Next day began as a lazy Saturday. Nanna and Grace had been talking all night so they too were up late. Dad had called last night and Ma had only said that she had taken the kids away for the week because Nanna wasn't feeling too good. While a boring Saturday was spent in Nanna Flo's house, a more happening event was taking place back home. Grace had gone to talk to Sheamus.

Before the arrival of the two boys, Sheamus and Grace got in a heated argument.

"What do you mean you didn't know?"

"That woman must be lying!"

"Yes because all she wants to do is throw some strangers kids in my house!"

"Yess!"

"She's a social worker!"

"She's a stranger!"

"This is not the first time Sheamus! This is not!"

"Don't go there!"

"I won't. And you don't come anywhere near my children!"

"They're my kids too!"

"And so are those two boys. What are you gonna do when they show up?"

"We don't even know that they're mine!"

The door bell rang and the house fell into silence. Grace took a deep breath, and opened the door. She was greeted by the two most adorable boys: blue eyes, golden brown hair and they were twins, identical twins. Grace felt something warm in her chest. She had already begun to doubt whether these kids were really Sheamus'. She let them in. They were followed by the lady who had come in last night and a couple of men.

While Sheamus sat down with the authorities, Grace took a seat near the boys. They looked scared and it made her feel bad.

"So what are your names?"

"I'm Kevin," said Kevin and then poked Steven saying, "Ste"

"How old are you?"

Kevin showed four fingers. Steven took his hand and made them five fingers.

"So you are five?"

"No we are two."

Grace laughed, "I mean you are five years old?"

Kevin nodded.

Grace realized the immense difference in the two: Kevin spoke, Steven hadn't said a word. Kevin seemed fine, Steven looked a bit more scared. Kevin had a little backpack, he was removing toys from it and playing. Steven seemed frozen in place.

"Where's your Ma?" Grace couldn't believe she asked that. She guessed she had died, but wasn't sure. And she was dead curious to know what their mother looked like, because they were nothing like Sheamus. Kevin didn't answer, he simply looked up at her then carried on playing with his T-rex.

The people from child services left. Grace walked over to Sheamus. She looked over the papers and saw a picture of a blonde woman.

"She dead?"

"No,"

"Then why…"

"They said she can't keep them. She can't keep them safe, fed or anything,"

"What are you gonna do,"

"I don't know. I took a few numbers of some adoption agencies…"

"Escape! That's all you know! Well I'm leaving. They're your kids, do with them as you please. I'll be keeping mine away,"

"Jesus woman! Get back 'ere!"

Grace stormed out, not looking at the two little uns before leaving, afraid her heart would be persuaded not to leave.

"Did dad and ya solve yer problems?"

"No babe. Looks like your dads gonna take some time with this one. You kids don't mind your nanna's place do ye?"

"No. Its fine,"

"Good; because you kids should really learn to adapt to change. There are gonna be some big changes in our lives."