I've had this idea on my mind for a while. But I wanted to finish some stories before I started it and here I am. The idea was given to me by the song mine by Taylor Swift and the music video to it. Check them out, both the song and the video are great. The title of this story is a line from the song.

And here we go.

"…Here comes the bride, all dressed in white…"

Seth hummed while he riffled through pages upon pages with whatever wedding inspiration we needed. Which was much- the only thing we had so far was the promise and a candy ring with taste of strawberry.

(Not that it mattered, the candy ring Seth had been holding onto when he got down on one knee meant a thousand more than any diamond or gold in the world. But still we wanted to find something that could last and not fall off during the rest of our lives)

Oh, and of course we had decided on a time and place and then sent out invitations to all our friends and family.

"We would have to meet that priest someday, would we?" Seth asked. "But before then we need to decide on some song or hymn we want to have and then we're back on square one…"

"I'm sure we're going to find something and then it will just be right." I tried to promise him, but felt just as nervous as he seemed. "And we don't have to meet him in another couple of weeks. I'll go through every single love song in the whole world if it means that you'll finally be mine. All mine!"

"And you'll be mine." Seth smirked but kept his eyes on the computer, but did turned finally when there was a ring on the doorbell. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No."

I could hear Seth coming up a few steps behind me when I walked through the flat, and I could hear the doorbell ringing once again, and once again, and once again…

"I'M COMING."

In frustration I shouted just about one second before I ripped the door opened. Then was left frozen in the doorway when I saw who it was in the stairwell

"Tracy?"

It had been so long, so many years since I had last opened a door to find her standing. And she had changed, there were wrinkles in her skin and grey tresses in her hair I hadn't been there before. And something with the way she looked was just gone.

For the moment it didn't matter. She looked as much as an angel as she had that day she'd showed up on the dumping ground.

"Mum?"

"Is that my little girl?" She said with a shaky smile. "All grown up?"

Memories flashed by for my inner vision, the day at the hospital she had told me I had to move, the day she had finally come to the dumping ground and then soaked her with my glass of fizzy drink. The day she had made Cam promise she'd take good care of me and when I told her she could visit any time.

She'd never visited.

Until now.

"Excuse me." While I was still frozen Seth gently pushed me to the side and made his way out to the porch holding out his hand. "You must be Carly Beaker. My name is Seth and I'm…"

"You must be Tracy's future husband." Mum and Seth shook hands. "I've got to say… I wasn't expecting someone so… ordinary when I met her the last time years and years ago."

"Mum!"

"Don't worry Tracy." Mum seemed more nervous than I had seen her ever before. But then, so would I be in her position. "I'm not coming to split you up. I was just thinking about the day you were telling me that you were going to marry the most famous singer or actor and move to Hollywood."

I could feel anger running up in my chest. How dared she?

"Is that everything you have to say?" I fizzled in between my teeth. "Because as far as I remember you weren't invited to the wedding."

I had been thinking about doing it. It was just that Seth didn't know his biological parents and I didn't want to hurt him.

"I heard it from a friend and saw her invitation." Mum explained shortly. "I haven't come for that it's just that…. Before you married there was something I wanted to show you. Someone I'd like you to meet and… I would appreciate if you only come to meet him. I glanced behind her in the stairwell. "He's out on the street. So will you follow me."

I looked from my mum, then up to Seth and back to my mum. To come and try to insult Seth the first thing she did in more than ten years…

"It's okay Trace." Seth laid a hand on my shoulder. "I'll be right here if you want me. You just have to shout."

He continued after us while mum grabbed my hand and more or less pulled me down the stairwell so hard I almost fell. I would have said something or pull my hand out of hers. But I just couldn't make a move other than what I had to or say a single word. And even more so when we came out onto the pavement and a man stood leaned against the wall waiting for us and for my mum to say something.

"Tracy, this is Gavin. Gav, this is Tracy."

Silence fell around the pavement while mum looked back and forth from us two, seeming in loss of what to say next.

I knew, I must have known even though I'd never seen him before his pale skin and the grey streaks in his dark hair… I must have known.

"You're my father, aren't you?"

I had meant to say it out loud, but it had come out as barely more than a whisper, both this Gav and my mum heard me very clearly. Just as if I had shouted it out for the while neighborhood to hear.

"Yes." Gav answered at last and bobbed up his head up and down. "Yes I am."

"What other secrets have you kept from me? Have I got a dad somewhere out there that I don't know about? Brothers? Sister? Am I twins?"

What I had shouted and questioned when I had just started working at Elm Tree House and found the letter from my mum suddenly came back.

I guess the answer to the first was yes.

But I was pretty sure nobody else than my mum knew about him.

"I…" He hesitated. "I haven't seen you since you were a baby…" He had an American accent. "…And I came with my sons to let them meet their little half-sister…"

I guess the first two questions about what I had shouted was "yes"

I felt my breaths going heavier and heavier while I shook my head and backed away from my two parents.

Brothers?

No, nope. Absolutely not!

At last I span around and hurried back towards Seth who still stood on the porch, grabbed him by the hand and threw the door closed before I hurried up the stairwell to our flat on the second floor and didn't stop until that door was slammed as well and locked.

There was no point with trying to stop them or blame a made-up hay fever. The tears from all the times I'd been longing for my mum and wondered who on earth I was came up in tears that fell silently in Seth's shirt.

"Seth…" I whimpered at last. "What was that thing you said? I'm yours right? I'm you're mine. Can you say it again?"

I just needed to hear it to know that my mum and… dad would never be able to take me away from here and my whole life and what it had become before I was finally happy and in peace with who I was.

"You're all mine." Seth promised and rubbed my back. "All mine." He kissed the top of my hair. "But Tracy… what just happened?"

I looked up into his brown eyes, then remembered that he had never gotten the chance to know his biological family. And never gotten the chance to have a relationship with a father or a mother figure like I had had with Mike and Cam.

"Mum I haven't met for years…" I managed to whimper through the tears. "And suddenly she just shows up and tells me… I have a dad. And just like that… I have… brother… brothers?"

And how many of those brothers were there? Two? Three? Eight? Fifteen?

The word only sent me a new round of crying and I buried my face hard in Seth's shirt as if to hide from the world, especially from the two on the porch that I soon heard driving away again.

I wouldn't mind if I never saw them again…

"I have brothers?"

Gav is portrayed by Peter Gallagher.

Random fact

I didn't have the storylines with the brothers at first. It only came up when there were some celebrity look- alike's I wanted to use. But… I think I've got it now.