Stephanie sat down at her desk, sipping on her cup of coffee. She had just started her month-long vacation from work and was thinking of ways for her and her two nieces to spend it. As she checked her email, she noticed a message from Facebook, telling her that she had received a new friend request from someone.

She quickly signed onto Facebook and saw the request, "oh my God, Paul," she said aloud, smiling, "I haven't seen him in years." She saw he was online so she decided to send him a message back. As they talked, all she could think about was how things used to be, he was her first kiss, her first love, the first person she'd done anything with. She couldn't help but grin with every word she typed. Her heart fluttered as he mentioned he'd moved back closer to her and his family. They'd lost contact after she'd broken up with him and he moved from California to Texas, where he'd gotten married to his then-girlfriend and attempted at starting his own family.

He now lived in an apartment an hour away from her, while his ex-wife got back on her feet with her parents. She felt weird wanting to ask him to visit her, but she wanted him to, although she would have to deal with her parents, who hated him for various reasons, one of which would ruin her niece's lives.

After chatting with him for an hour, she kept her dignity and told him she had to go because she was trying to make plans with her nieces. When he asked how her sister was, she almost burst into tears. She couldn't say anything, so she signed off with no reply. Her sister Molly and her husband Patrick died almost 10 years ago, when she was 19 years old. Their twin daughter's Olivia and Emma almost ended up in foster care until it was revealed that Molly had a makeshift will, and in it, she expressed that if anything were to have happened to them before the girls turned 18, she wanted Stephanie to be the one to care for them. She wiped a tear from her cheek thinking about her sister, when she heard one of the girls stomping down the stairs, "Stephanie?"

"I'm on the computer," she yelled out, waiting for one of them to run to her office, "I was just checking my email really fast, what are we doing today?"

"Christmas shopping?" It was Emma, "it's December first, we could start now and not have to be those last-minute shoppers, like we always are."

She laughed, "do you know what you're getting everyone? Or are you going to get some ideas?"

"I don't need any ideas, I know what I want to get people, I just need money, to get things," she smiled, "but I'm sure Olivia has no idea what she's getting people."

Stephanie found herself back on Facebook, seeing a new message from Paul, saying he missed her. She looked up at Emma and bit her lip, "would you mind if I invited a friend to come shopping with us?"

"Sure, who are you inviting?" Emma slyly peeked around the computer, "who are you talking to?"

"Just an old friend I haven't seen in a long time," she clicked out of the page before her niece saw it, "he moved to Texas and he just moved back here six months ago."

"So it's a guy, okay, what does he look like? Is he cute? How do you know him?"

"He was an old boyfriend of mine, like, my first boyfriend, he was always cute, and from the looks of it here, he still is."

"Paul Levesque huh?" Emma studied his profile picture, "he is pretty cute, this guy was your first boyfriend? How old were you?"

Stephanie nodded, her face bright red, "I was 16, and we broke up because your grandfather hated him, and still continues to hate him. Not only did he hate him just because he was my boyfriend, he was also 14 years older than me."

"Your first boyfriend was 14 years older than you? Are you serious? That means you were 16 and he was 30, you were almost half his age."

"I know, it was weird, but he was really sweet, and he did everything for me, but my dad made a big deal out of it and he decided it was easier that I just break up with him, so nothing happened. Like with your mom, she got pregnant at such a young age, he didn't want me to end up the same way."

"My mom was 20 though, that's not really that young. If you were to have gotten pregnant at 16, that's really young," she chewed on her fingernail, "so is he coming with us? Do you think Grandpa would still hate him?"

"I have no idea, I hope not, but you know how your Grandpa can be, he'll hold a grudge against anybody for anything," she smiled as Paul told her he would meet her and her nieces to go shopping, "he said he wants to come with us, I feel super happy right now."

"Finally we get to meet someone you like, besides Andrew, he doesn't count," Emma laughed, "has he talked to you lately? I remember you said he used to call and tell you he wanted you back."

"I told him to leave me alone and he hasn't called in awhile, but I'm telling Paul to meet us at the mall whenever he can, and he says he's leaving now, so he can meet us there in an hour." She turned her computer back off and got up, "let's just hope we don't run into any of my parent's friends, they know all about him."

"Don't jinx it," Emma followed to the kitchen, "so this guy's like forty-something now? He didn't look that old in the picture," she paused to think, "if you're 29, he's…43 now. Hella old. How did you meet him when you were 16?"

"Actually, he was your mom's boyfriend first, your parents dated for two years, then they had a disagreement and broke up for like, eight months or something like that. Your mother, being the stubborn one she was, acted like she was completely fine and went and started dating Paul. After a couple months, she realized she was pregnant with you guys, and she still loved your dad, so they got back together and got married."

Emma squinted her eyes, "wait, she was with Paul when she found out she was pregnant with us?"

Stephanie hesitated, "well yeah," she tried to think of something else to say, "don't worry, she was so far along we knew Patrick was your father," she reassured, "we all thought it was kinda weird, but don't worry," she sighed in relief, knowing Emma was convinced, she didn't need to have that conversation now, although it probably needed to happen soon, "is your sister ready yet?"

"No clue," Emma looked up at her aunt, puzzled, "so Paul was with my mom, and her and my dad got back together, and you started dating him?"

"According to him, he liked me first, but only dated your mom to get my attention, it was pretty bad, I know," she put her coffee cup in the sink and rinsed it out, "our family has been nothing but dysfunction."

"We're not that dysfunctional," Olivia came out with her purse, "what are you guys talking about?"

"Stephanie's ex-boyfriend is coming shopping with us today," Emma smiled, "his name is Paul, he's hella cute too. Maybe him and Stephanie will start dating again," she looked over and giggled.

"You mean we finally get to meet a boyfriend of yours?" Olivia sat down at the dining table, "who's Paul? When did you date him?"

"When I was 16, he was a lot older than me, and we broke up because your grandfather hated him. He found me on Facebook this morning and he lives here again so he wants to hang out with us."

"Right," Olivia laughed, "wait, is this the older guy who used to smoke pot? Cause if it is, I know of him, Grandma talked about him a couple times."

"Oh wait, I remember Grandma used to talk about him sometimes, is this the guy?"

"Yes," Stephanie bit her lip, "he got me to smoke pot with him a couple times, and my dad hated him for it, but its not like it was the only thing I did. Its not like I turned into a pothead or anything, Paul was the one who smoked all the time," she grabbed her purse and car keys off the dining table, "let's go, I have to run a couple errands before we go to the mall."