A/N: Oh my, you don't know how happy I am to finally have this story back after I didn't get too far with it the last time I tried. I've finally made up my mind and I have the first two chapters as well as the complete outline of this story ready. Hope to share it with you soon. Just a quick note before I let you read, although the story contains B/D, same as with "Secrecy" this is going to be a predominantly B/K story ;-)


Prologue

"My feet are tired daddy." Grace announced her blue watchers glued to her father. Brandon sighed, he scooped the little girl into his arms without even trying to argue with her. He had his reasons, they didn't need her to throw a tantrum over this in the middle of arrival hall of LAX, plus after missing the first three years of her life he was happy that their relationship was growing strong.

"Number three." Kelly announced as she reached them, holding Caleb's hand the little boy talking a mile still excited after his first flight.

Brandon ruffled his son's hair before taking his other hand the foursome making its way to the baggage claim. Glancing sideways Brandon gave Kelly a quick smile when he caught her looking as well, his eyes not waiting for any reaction from her and quickly dropping from her face to her slightly rounded stomach. Yes, number three was correct.

As soon as they reached the belt, Grace's tired legs were miraculously cured and she demanded to be set down, the two kids running around their parents while they waited for the belt to jump to life and bring their bags.

"Are you feeling okay Kel?" Brandon asked wrapping his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder at what was lately a rare moment of affection between the couple.

"Yes, everything's great." Kelly smiled leaving out the fact that her back was killing her after the six hour flight and that the sickness was setting in again. She could barely wait until they'll arrive to the house and she could climb into the bed and go to sleep.

"Good." Brandon lips brushed the side of her head with a butterfly kiss, his grip on her loosening. He knew that moving across the country with two three year olds and Kelly nearly five months pregnant was not an ideal situation, but they were nearly done. All that was left was to collect their bags, find Steve outside and hope their furniture arrived as planned and the house was fully set for them. Before his thoughts could move any further the belt jumped to life and the first bags appeared.

Taking the kids hands Kelly waited till Brandon collected their luggage and they all made their way outside. Finding Steve turned out to be the easiest thing on their list, the rather large welcome home sign decorated with pink glitter was hard to miss.

"Sanders." Brandon exclaimed happily as the two friends hugged. The last time they saw each other was Amanda's funeral over a year and half ago, this was a much happier occasion. "I never knew pink glitter was your thing." Brandon said jokingly.

"I let Maddy and Becca free reign with the banner and this is the end result." Steve grinned as they pulled apart.

"Miss Taylor." Steve said stepping away from Brandon his eyes taking in the blond-head in front of him. It's been nearly five years since she left and there was a part of him that still couldn't comprehend the idea that she was finally back, with Brandon and two kids in tow. "Beautiful as ever." He concluded watching as she sailed into his embrace the two of them holding onto each other, there were no words needed.

"I'm glad to see you again Steve." Kelly said, everything downing on her at that moment and the emotions taking over. She never admitted how much she missed her friends and family over the years, seeing Steve again meant everything to her.

"Sorry. I've been an emotional wreck lately." She said quietly brushing the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Comes with the territory." Steve smiled knowingly. "You two must be Caleb and Grace." He said squatting down to the kids that were so far standing close to their parents. "I'm uncle Steve, your daddy's and mommy's friend." He introduced himself.

"Uncle Steve!" Caleb shrieked happily throwing himself into Steve's arms. They've met twice before, but Caleb had no chance to remember him as he was too little, however when a big race car track set from Steve and the girls arrived on his third birthday he was an immediate fan, clearly still remembering at least the name of the sender.

"I like pink." Grace said shyly still standing between her parents and not making any effort to move towards Steve.

"It's pretty. Isn't it?" Steve agreed. "I've two little girls at home who like pink as well. Maybe you'd like to come over sometime and meet them."

Grace smiled nodding and finally moving forward. "Hello uncle Steve." She wrapped her arms around Steve's neck. "Definitely yours." Steve mumbled towards Kelly who gave him a weak smile.

Watching Steve with his kids Brandon slipped his hand around Kelly's back. They were finally home, as a family. He hoped this will help them get through the issues they were facing right now.


Hearing the restless cry of a baby Brenda pushed her head deeper into the pillow her sleep deprived mind hoping it would stop, instead the whimper became louder as the door opened.

"Bren." She could hear Dylan's raspy voice.

Opening her eyes she saw him standing there with Ethan in his arms. "I tried to distract him, but he needs his mommy." He said apologetically.

"What time is it?" Brenda asked sleepily taking the baby from him.

"Just after six." Dylan replied watching them.

"That's a three hour stretch." Brenda noted the cries of the baby finally quieting as he latched on.

"Yeah, don't believe anyone if they tell you their baby is sleeping through the night at three weeks old." Dylan rubbed his temples.

"He's been up only three times this night, that's a start." Brenda noted caressing her sons little head full of dark hair. She could have been sleep deprived, tired and all, but holding him in her arms made it all worth it.

"Two times would be better." Dylan yawned now laying in the bed next to her his eyes closed.

"We will get there. Right Ethan?" She asked not expecting any answer from her son.

"Hopefully soon." Dylan commented instead his eyes still closed so he couldn't see how Brenda rolled her eyes upon his words. Switching on his side his hand covered hers both resting on their sons little head, their eyes met.

Except those rare moments like this when his comments drove her crazy she couldn't say a bad word about him. Through the pregnancy, or the moment he knew about it, he has been supportive and now when their son was actually here even she was surprised how naturally he fit into the role of father. She hated the games her subconscious played with her through all of this, planting doubts into her mind when his actions were proving the exact opposite every day.