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Ok, now, so we know our favourite pilot was in fact, a one night stand, But Lovely Norma tried to accommodate the child into the rest of the family, which was going well, until Cid started to learn, and to speak.

Let's see how this worked out…

It had been four year's since Cid had been born, Still, Cid couldn't piece together a sentence, which was worrying Peter and Norma slightly, Murray and Theodore started making sentences when they were two, albeit small ones, but sentences, Cid however was hard pressed to say some words, His vocabulary extended two these main words:

Dwink (Drink)

Foo (Food)

Go (Bathroom, potty, shower…that general area)

Pway (Play)

So Norma decided if he didn't get better soon he'd have to go to a speech therapist.

The object of her thoughts toddled over to her.

"Maaaah" He said, probably too loud, but he was four, what do you expect

"Foo"

Norma sighed and went to the cupboard and bought out Cid's favourite muesli bars, which were the ones, drizzled with chocolate of course. She opened it and handed to the young boy.

Cid's little face lit up.

"Fank yoo maah!" he yelled as he ran out with his treat.

Norma nearly dropped the box that contained his treat; Cid had said his first full sentence. She chased after the small boy.

"Cid! Come here bubby!" She yelled after him, Cid however thought this was a game and ran faster.

"Cid! Don't ignore me, or ill put you in bad box!" Norma yelled again, But Cid kept running.

Finally she caught him. "Cid, if you ever do that again I'll put you to bed early for two weeks!"

When she was done with her threats, she started to test how much Cid knew speech wise, which…wasn't very much, but still, it was better than nothing, right?

Norma slept peacefully that night knowing her son was growing up normally, and that her family knew none the wiser about her cheating, but alas, it couldn't stay that way.

Another four years have passed since Cid learnt to speak in sentences, Now, his voice was becoming clearer to understand, away from all that, baby voiced drabble, he could now talk, and people understood him…but sometimes, it's just better when they stay quiet for longer.

Cid walked into the kitchen and over to Murray. Murray, was now 18 and was well built, nearly finished school, and had a sports scholarship waiting for him when he finished, in other words, the pride of the family.

"Hey Murray" Cid said to the older "can you git' me a glass from the top shelf, I can't reach it 'cause I'm too short ta' and yer' really tall"

Murray grabbed a glass and handed it to him. "There you go, Just don't drop it like last time"

Cid grabbed the glass cup and walked to the fridge.

"I won't 'cau-AH!" Cid was cut off mid-sentence because of a chair that had hit his knee, not thinking he dropped the cup, shattering it everywhere. Cid looked at the broken mess in front of him.

"…oops..."

Murray spun around to see what the noise was.

"CID!" He yelled. "Why! Why do you do this! I swear you mess things up for the fun of it!"

Cid wasn't sure what to do "I-I Din' mean it! I swear!"

Murray picked him up and threw him out of the kitchen "Well then you must be just plain stupid! Now leave before you mess something else up!"

Cid glared at him "Why don' you jus' jump of a friggen bridge idiot!"

Murray spun around more quickly than Cid thought possible. "Come here and say that brat!"

Cid, taking it as a personal challenge, looked straight into his brother's eye's and said the most obscene things that came to mind " Your' a stupid lookin' red haired gorilla!, you only got a girl cause' you're on the team! And you're the UGLIEST thing I think I ever seen!"

Murray Launched himself at Cid. "You little BRAT!" He screamed "Wait till I get my hands on you!"

Cid immediately panicked, and in a moment of pure defence, whipped the chair he tripped in out in front of him and threw it at Murray.

Murray was instantly knocked out from the impact of the chair. Cid was frozen on the spot. He had just knocked out his big brother, something even the other football players could do.

Peter heard the commotion and came running in.

"You two what are you arguing about no-"He stopped mid-sentence as he looked at the sight in front of him, One son on the ground bleeding and unconscious, and the other standing with a petrified look, mixed with a guilty one.

"Cid! What the hell did you do?" Peter yelled as he threw Cid from the spot he was standing in to inspect his eldest son. Cid was still shocked, but the impact from landing jolted him.

"B-But pa'! He was bein' real mean ta' me and stuff! Then he tried to hit me!" The young boy stuttered as his father glared daggers at him.

"Just…LEAVE Cid, and stop with your STUPID accent! I don't know where you heard it, but cut it out! Now stay in your room until I say you can leave!"

Cid didn't need to be told twice, he absolutely bolted for his room.

While in his room Cid began to wonder about what his father had said, accent…he didn't have and accent…did he? He had been talking like this longer than he can remember.

His thoughts were interrupted by Theodore standing at the door.

"So, the baby got violent did he?" Theodore mocked.

Cid glared up at him. "Shuddup' Theo!"

"Oooh, don't throw a chair at me now" Theodore teased some more.

Cid got up and slammed the door in his face, a reassuring yelp from the other side as the door collided with Theodore's face.

Cid smiled to himself and went back to his bed. "Stupid friggin' panzy…"

A/N: Ok, If you like it please review but…TELL ME IF I SHOULD CHANGE ANYTHING :D