A/N: this is a continuation of my "Cinderella" story. So, if you haven't read that one. Read it first.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Rebecca, I'm married to Henry, and together; though through separate relationships, we have three boys. Whyatt, 15. Montgomery, 17. And Benjamin, 13. Three teenagers at once, what were we thinking?

My story is simple. Sort of. My mother died in childbirth, my father; from the depression that arose from loosing his wife, and having sold me to anyone who would pay, shot himself in my backyard when I was 13. However, him and my step mom married when I was seven. You've seen the Disney movie Cinderella, correct? Alright, that's how she treated me…only about ten times worse.

Enter Erica; she's one of those people who sees the good in people no matter what, and I was no exception. She was my history teacher, well, I thought she was, but that's for a different story. She realized something was wrong from day one, and helped me open up. Finally, I left my step mom's house, and moved in with Erica, her husband Kevin, and Henry; who happened to be Erica's nephew.

Now, nearly ten years later. I'm raising the son I got gave up for adoption, along with two other boys, I couldn't imagine my life without.

Erica still frequents our house, she seems to think we're still kids, just because we had kids as…well, kids. I was 13 when I had Benjamin, Henry was 15 when he had Whyatt, and seventeen when he had Montgomery. Daniel; Erica and Kevin's boy, 10, likes to play with Benjamin, and Benjamin doesn't seem to mind it.

"Hey, Rebecca?" Erica asked, walking into our house one afternoon. Giving her a key was a mistake.

"Yeah?"

"Can you and Henry watch Daniel for a bit, I've got a doctors appointment?"

"Where's Kevin?"

"At court. They've had a few delays."

"Yeah, sure. Benjamin is in his room, buddy."

Daniel sped off to meet Benjamin, "Henry! I'm going to be on the porch with Erica!" I called into the house, unaware of which room he was in.

No response. He's probably playing video games.

Erica and I sat on the porch. "Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well; you hate going to the doctor. And you didn't seem very sure that Kevin was at court."

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

"What's nothing?"

"I found a lump on my breast, and pictures of a woman, who isn't me…on Kevin's phone. All in the same day."

"Maybe it's a relative?"

"Without her shirt on?"

"Oh."

"Kevin talks all the time about how maybe if parents stuck it through, he wouldn't have to defend their kids. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. You were a great Mom to me and Henry, especially after what I went through with my step mom, I think you're doing a fine job with Daniel. Whatever is going on, is Kevin's problem. Have you confronted him?"

"No. He'd blame me of spying on him."

"Isn't that what you were doing?"

"No. My phone was dead, I needed to call my mother."

"And the pictures just popped up?"

"Whoever the girl is, she called him, while I had the phone, and he set a shirtless picture as her ID, so yes…I went snooping a bit, there are a total of 3 different women, without shirts as a caller ID. And I'm sure there's more; But you wanna know what really pisses me off about it?"

"Hm?"

"None of them are me."

"Well, why don't I go to the doctor with you right now; we'll get through that, then we'll worry about where Kevin is keeping his pants, okay?"

"Thanks."

I called into the house: "Henry, I'm going out!"

"Don't tell him anything yet. Kevin was his hero, and I don't want to tell anyone until I know for sure, okay?"

I nodded.

We arrived at the doctor's office. Tests were run, blood was drawn, and we were told to wait a week.

"Do you want me to come with you to talk to Kevin?" I asked as we got back into the car.

"No. It's okay. I'm sure Henry needs help."

"He has my number if anything is wrong."

"No. I can handle this." She said ushering Daniel, who was standing on the porch, to come to the car.

I arrived home; Benjamin was sitting on the steps, crying. I rushed up to him, calling for Henry.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. He won't talk to me." Henry said.

"So you put him outside?"

"No, his choice, he wanted to wait on you to get home."

"Alright. I've got it." I said.

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah."

I put an arm Benjamin, and waited. You can't rush him. If you rush him, much like his mother, he shuts down. I silently waited for him to speak.

"Mom?" He finally asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"What's a bastard?"

I sat silently wondering how to approach the subject. "Where did you hear it?"

"Whyatt called me a bastard."

"Look; I'm not going to lie to you. A bastard is someone without a father, in a nutshell; anyway."

"But I have Henry?"

"Yes. Henry loves you, like he was your Dad. But no, Henry isn't technically your Dad."

"Who is?"

I sighed. "His name is Jason."

"Can I meet him? Maybe he doesn't want me because he doesn't know I exist?"

"I'm not sure where he is. But, I'll try to find him, okay?"

Benjamin nodded. "So, am I?"

"Are you what?"

"A bastard."

"You have a Mom who loves you more than anything, and a Dad who loves you more than anything. You are far from being a bastard, okay?"

Benjamin nodded. "Thanks."

"Not a problem, kiddo."

I walked into the house, noticed Whyatt and Montgomery sitting at the table; Montgomery still couldn't hear, but whatever they were doing, they were both laughing. Not for long.

"Whyatt, go to your room."

"Why?"

"I said so."

"You're not my Mom."

"No, but unless Caitlin is here, I'm acting as. Go."

Whyatt folded his arms across his chest. "Make me."

I walked over to Whyatt, grabbed his thick hair, and walked him to his bedroom.

"I don't have to listen to you." Whyatt said, massaging his head.

"No. But I'm going to talk anyway. Why the hell would you call Benjamin a bastard?"

"He pissed me off, him and Daniel always bugging me and Montgomery."

"That's what little brothers do. He looks up to you."

"Not my problem."

"No, but being grounded for the next two weeks if your problem."

"Rebecca! I have a date Saturday!"

"Not my problem." I said, leaving and shutting his door.

Erica sat on her bed, with Kevin downstairs watching television. She then, got an idea. She rummaged through her closet and found clothes that were bought at the very start of the marriage, after a child, they probably wouldn't fit anymore, but it was worth a shot.

She slowly walked downstairs, in her sexist outfit, she sat on Kevin's lap; facing him, and removed her top; tossing it to the side. She leaned in to kiss him, but he pushed her away.

"Babe, I'm trying to watch tv."