Drew's phone went off as he walked out of the ER after a long Halloween shift. Of course it was the last person he wanted to deal with: his dad's cell phone number flashed at him. They'd had tentative bits of contact -family group text messages, pictures posted on Facebook. With the latter he'd noticed his siblings plastering stuff about Brianna on the walls of both him and his parents. He wanted to think it was to make a point, but… He did the same thing regarding his niblings.

He answered the call. "Hey Dad. How are you?"

"I'm doing well, Son, how are you?"

"Long shift. Really long shift. Halloween night. Never fun."

"I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?"

"No. What's up?"

"I've been following everything on Facebook really closely and your mom and I have been talking about it, and… We think you guys should come home for Thanksgiving. The Steelers are playing the day after and I managed to get three tickets."

"What?"

"Yeah. I was thinking Bree and her grandma could go battle the Day After madness while you, Rick, and I went to the game."

"Are you serious?"

"100%. I'll mail you the tickets if you'd like."

"You don't have to do that. We wouldn't miss it."

"We feel like we're missing out, being the only people that haven't met her yet. And we haven't met Rick as your husband either. You seem so happy."

"I am so happy. I have the best family in the world."

"Good. Well, we look forward to getting to hug them and welcome them properly."

"It's a plan. I'll book the flights as soon as I get home."

"Do that, but don't book a hotel. You're staying here with us and you're sleeping in the same bed as your spouse, just as it's always been for your siblings."

"Dad."

"I'm serious, Son."

"If you're sure."

"Positive."

"Okay."

"Love you Drew. Proud of you. And your family too."

"Thanks Dad. Bye." He ended the call and jumped in the air. "OH MY GOD!" he punched a fist in the air and called Rick. "Have you left for work yet?"

"No…"

"Then don't. And don't drive Bree to school yet either."

"Well seeing as it's your day to do that, I wasn't going to. Should I be worried?"

"No. Just… I have news. Good news. I'll be home in 10."

Drew made himself use cruise control to make sure he didn't speed. He pulled into the driveway, hopped out of the truck, and ran into the house.

He found Bree and Rick sitting at the table in the kitchen, a plate of toast between them.

"How was Halloween night?" Bree wanted to know.

"Terrible, but my dad called as I was on the way out."

"And you said it's a good thing?" Rick was wary.

"He invited us all up for Thanksgiving. To stay at their house. And you and me to attend the Steelers game with him the next day!"

"What?" Rick was shocked.

Drew looked at Bree. "You and Grandma apparently will have day after thanksgiving shopping plans."

"Cool!" She'd Skyped with her grandma, but hadn't met her yet.

"Tell your boss today. I know we tend to volunteer to work holidays, but not this year!"

"Will we still be back in time to go to the state football game if there is one?" Bree's high school team had been sitting in the top three pretty much all season.

"Yup. If it happens it'll be on Saturday. We'll fly back after the game on Friday."

"Okay. Good."

"Although I think I'm gonna pull you out of school for that week. Fly up there on Monday and then have the week to spend with them."

"I'll get my work done ahead of time," Bree promised.

"Me too," Rick nodded.

Drew grabbed his computer out of his bag and booked the flights, putting in all of the information. "Is this going to be your first plane trip?" he looked at Bree.

"Yeah."

"Big moment. Nervous?"

"Nope, excited." She grabbed another half piece of toast and then spread Nutella on it.

"Ha! She's on Team Nutella," Drew teased Rick.

"She literally just ate a piece with peanutbutter, so don't count your chickens yet."

Bree had a thought. She grabbed her phone and called her grandpa. She hadn't used the number yet, but it had been in there for a while.

"Hello?"

"Hey Grandpa, it's Bree."

"Bree! I take it Drew told you that you guys are coming up for Thanksgiving?"

"Yup. I can't wait. Dad booked the tickets to fly up on Monday, so we'll have like five days with you guys."

"Wait, which dad booked the tickets?"

"Oh. Drew. Sorry. Drew is Dad, Rick is Pops," she shook her head.

"Drew is Dad and Rick is Pops?"

"Yup. Just two dad things," she laughed. "Rick is Pops because he can pop his leg off."

Mr. Alister burst out laughing.

"C'mon, it makes sense," Bree argued.

"No, it does, it makes perfect sense. For some reason I just imagined you calling both of them 'dad'."

"Yeah, that would get way too complicated."

"But it doesn't other than that?"

"Nope."

"And you haven't been bullied for it at school?"

"Nope. Although I always think about 'what if?' and like I don't know. There are so many good responses I can't even pick. I mean… My dad is stronger than yours, my dad has a more important job than yours, my dad is more patriotic than yours, my dad is more selfless than yours, my dad is in better shape than yours… Which dad? Both of them. Yeah, no, part of me looks forward to the day. The person will get so destroyed," she spoke matter-of-factly.

"So life is good?"

"Life is great. Soccer finally ended and although I was just the manager, the coach let me do what I could with the team so I could build my stamina at my own pace. By the end I was scrimmaging with them. So cool. My best friends have been playing soccer for ages, but have agreed to go out for the swim team with me so we can all be in shape for track in the Spring."

"You're a jock."

"In this house it's impossible not to be, which is crazy because I've never been allowed to before because of CF. I don't even know that it's sports that I like so much, although they're fun, it's just cool to be active with your friends. I feel like I can do anything."

"And you can."

"Yup. Learn from the best is my motto, and that's what I get at home every day."

"That's awesome. We'll have to also play soccer when you guys come up here."

"Definitely. I have to get to school, but I'll see you soon."

"See you soon."

"Bye Grandpa."

"Bye Granddaughter."

Bree giggled as she got off the phone.

"What?" Drew wanted to know.

"When I said 'bye Grandpa' he said 'Bye Granddaughter.'" She got up from the table. "I'm gonna go get dressed."

Drew looked at Rick once they could hear Bree upstairs. "She called him just to make a point about having two dads being normal, huh?"

"It sounded that way," Rick grinned.

He shook his head. "She's so your daughter."

"I'm taking that as a compliment."

Author's note: Alright. Fine. Y'all get your story with multiple installments. But leave suggestions for what you want included!