Disclaimer: I do not own Suite Life. Thanks to WyntirSno for betaing this.

"So boys, what do you wanna do today? Its Saturday, we have all day for fun."

Happiness filled me as I thought of having all day with my dad.

"I wanna go to the playground." Zack's shout stopped me from saying anything.

"Playground huh? What about you Cody?" My dad looked at me.

I was not sure what I wanted to do. I was too excited but then I thought about it. To be at the park with my dad and brother. I looked over at Zack. He refused to stay still. I could see he really wanted to go. I smiled.

"Fine with me. I'll just have to get my sandals."

"Well hurry up Cody!" I ran to my room as Zack shouted at me.

...

I clung to Dad's hand on the way to the park. Zack kept running in front of us. Like the Roadrunner cartoon character.

"Come on, you slowpokes."

"Just chill, Zacko, we're getting there." Dad laughed.

"But I want to get there now." My brother whined but I could not help but smile at his antics.

Soon we were there. My hand fell from Dad's.

"Race you to the swings..." I chased after Zack, kicking up those brown wood things in front of us. A few found their way into my sandals, but I still wanted to win.

Zack had a head start, but I was right next to him. We ran to the swings and dived into them on our bellies. We both swung forward, letting our hands and feet dig paths into the dirt, slowing us down. I looked at the dirt, looking for anything moving but nothing. After sliding out of the swing, I sat in the normal position. Zack and I swung, allowing the air to hit us in the face. I could see the houses in the neighborhood, and all the backyards. The swing allowed me to see more than I could see alone. I loved it.

"Hey Cody, watch this."

I turned toward my twin. Zack looked like he was about to fall off the swing, but he hung on with his hands while his legs sat in the sitting part of the swing. The rest of him was free, or hanging. I stared at my brother, not even pumping my legs, just watching as he cut through the air. He laughed forever as he looked at me.

"Come on Cody, you try it."

I hesitated. I mean, Zack did it, so why can't I? I swung to get higher and mimicked my brother as I looked up.

My eyes stared at the sky. I was nervous, and I grabbed swing's chains tighter but I didn't sit up. It felt weird, but in a good way. Like you are jumping up and down on your bed, and you are in the air waiting to come down when you are light as air. The birds flying overhead caught my attention. I relaxed as the sky and clouds flew by me. I laughed as the swing slowed, my eyes closing.

Then I felt I felt something hard hit me. My eyes opened to the swing just missing my head...

"What happened?"

"Well your butt hit the ground and the rest of you fell after it." I turned toward my twin, who nearly tripped over me, as he stopped the swing from the hitting me.

"Cody, are you alright?" Dad rushed up to my other side.

I moved everything a little bit and I sat up. "I'm fine." I felt embarrassed as my cheeks warmed.

"Do you wanna stay?" I wondered, as I looked my father's hand on my shoulder, about their feelings if we left early...

"No, I want to stay." I smiled at both of them. Dad delayed, only looking at me

"...Okay, Codester. We'll stay" Zack pulled me up and dusted me off as I wobbled a little. Both of us ran toward the jungle gym.

"Zack?" His head turned. "Thanks, it was fun." He only smiled.

...

"What are you doing?"

I watch as Zack tries to climb a pole you are supposed to slide down to the ground. He ignores me until he reaches the top, and sits on the part attaching the pole to the wooden play set. I felt really nervous.

Sometimes I wonder how my brother ever survived climbing out of our crib.

"Watch this..." Zack somehow wraps his legs around what he is sitting on and finishes with his feet. He lets go of the pole, and hangs down from it. I look around for Dad. I was scared for Zack. If he fell on his head, he would really get hurt.

I spotted Dad walking up toward us, his eyes on Zack. But he did not shout or anything. He only rolled his eyes, and shook his head with a finger to his lips, and I understood.

Dad gently placed his hands on Zack's legs, as he bent down to his upside down level. Zack somehow twisted his body around so he could stick his tongue out at him.

"What are you a monkey?"

Zack answers by hitting his chest with his fists, scratching his stomach, and making monkey noises. Dad and I laugh, and so did Zack. It's amazing he did not fall off.

"Okay, monkey boy time to get off." Dad grabbed Zack around his middle, and held him as he let go of the poll, and flipped him back onto his feet.

After kicking a soccer ball, where Dad had to calm me down, after I hit him in the face with it, we started on our way home.

...

"Hello Carey." The shock on my sister's face was priceless. Complete with her work getup, it was the perfect scene, especially since I had not seen her or my nephews in forever.

"Martha what a shock."

"I apologize for surprising you but I was in the area on business, and I wanted to catch up. It's been a while since we talked." Carey and I were not very close as kids. The five years in age difference had something to do with that, I suppose. I mean we talked about boys sometimes; but I never like, braided her hair or anything. Even now, it had not changed much. We call each other about once a month but that stopped three months ago. Hmm?

"Any place where we can chat?"

"Yeah hold on for a second."

I watched my sister, the high end products salesperson, walk away to talk a manager.

What happened to that singing career she went after?

The question popped into my head, as I watched the animated conversation with someone, who had to be her boss. I could not help but remember that teenager who found herself singing after she froze during a joke routine in a school talent show.

After the flapping was over, Carey walked back over, older than before. I felt a string of compassion carry over.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine." I don't really believe her, as I follow her to a table in the cafe after buying a couple bottles of water. Her eyes watching that same boss walk by towards another area. She caught me staring and shrugged.

"We just never get along. It's always been that way." I smiled politely.

"We've all had that on one boss we were not able to stand." I let the seconds tick past. "So how's everything?" She only shrugged lazily.

"It is what it is..." She shook her head. "The boys are active, sometimes causing trouble..."

"Normal" I completed for her.

"Absolutely. Well their father has them for the day." Carey sipped her water, allowing me to collect my thoughts. My level voice responded.

"Really how nice" If she knew how I really felt about the man...

"Especially since he had to perform the last two nights, and was away." I sympathized with her.

"It sounds rough." A delay before she answered, her fingers tapping her bottle.

"It can be but it's the choices we made, and are stuck with." The words are etched into her face. While still pretty she has definitely seen better days. Does she not realize how easily the stress is showing her face? I have to answer her back.

"I suppose that's true." Nothing else comes to my mind but then it does. "Of course mistakes can come from the choices we make..." I left it hanging for her and Carey took it the bait. Hook, line and sucker.

"Marrying Kurt was the best option available to me, Martha. There's no arguing about that. That's the truth." I wondered where I should go with this...

"Even that one time he forgot the twins, and came back with girls?" For some reason she smiled.

"Heck for a time, I couldn't tell the twins apart. Granted it was due to sleep deprivation... but still everyone makes mistakes. Even you...

My one word comeback. "True" But Carey rolled on.

"Kurt with all his quirks is one thing. He's a good father, who loves his sons, as do I, and tries everything to spend time with them, even coming over in the middle of the morning after a gig that lasted past midnight. I wish he, heck both of us, had 9 to 5 jobs, and a stable schedule." Her voice started to rise smoothly. "But we don't, so we deal with what we have now." She looked at me in the eyes.

"Okay" I backed off, and then I realized I forgot to tell her something. My sister rose from the table.

"Mom needs to get false teeth soon." Carey's jaw quivered.

"I feel sorry for her. Is she alright?" Her worry seemed genuine.

"As well as she can be considering she has to be getting new chompers."

"That's good. I just hope they don't fall into the boys' chocolate milk one day." She grinned, and I smiled openly.

"I'll come and see the boys soon." No rejection on Carey's part.

"That's fine. Just call first. Our schedule can change."

"No problem at all. See you later." My sister only nodded, threw her half- empty bottle out, and walked away leaving me alone at the table. I finished mine, tossed it, and walked toward the exit doors, only to freeze.

She never said anything about loving Kurt.

This seemed a lot longer in my head (that has to be a first for me) but it worked out. Besides the undertones give it more depth than the length.

It's amazing a character can develop as you write. Just the little corners, and edges that fill Martha out as I write her.

Oh by the way, in case you are wondering the name came from the official Suite Life Wiki page, from Carey Martin's page, at the bottom, as a matter of fact.

Anyway, that's it. Feel free to review and tell me what you think about what I have set for this so far...

Thanks... Until next time.