Mike PoV

I sat in the driveway looking at the house in front of me. It was a nice house with a little garden full of little red and blue flowers. An American flag hung on their shed along with a white flag that said 'Bring Home Our Troops' in plain black letters.

I was procrastinating on going in for two reasons. One, I was worried of the response I would get from both Emilia and the kids, mostly from Mark and Melanie though. Would they like me? Would they hate me for leaving them and never coming for a visit, leaving them only mere letters? Two, well I was half an hour early.

I wasn't going to stay in the car much longer because Emilia came outside with a huge smile on her face. I sighed and got out of my car.

"Hey, Emilia." I said trying to shake off my nerves. Then I was attacked by a hug. I had totally forgotten how all of her hugs were bone crushing bear hugs.

"Oh Mike! I've missed you so much!" I was really taken aback with this. It was nowhere near what I was expecting from the woman who wanted to be away from me and my rock star life. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Yeah, I missed ya too, Emi"

"C'mon I don't want you to get recognized out here so close to concert time and all." She said as she dragged me into their house. It was very homey inside. Lots of flowers everywhere though, it made me wan to sneeze so badly.

"You can sit on the couch; I'll go start a pot of coffee"

"Hey Emilia, where's the crapper?" Wow Mike that was a polite way to put that.

"Down the hall, two doors to your right hun."

"Thanks" I said as I walked down the hall. Then I heard the sound of feet running down the stairs. Crap I thought to my self that must be one of the kids, I wasn't ready for this.

"Hey mum! Want to hear the bass line I final—oof". Someone who I guessed was Melanie said as she accidentally ran into me. She was almost as tall as me with her blond dyed hair growing out showing the dark brown hair that I guessed was her natural color pulled back into a weird - looking ponytail.

"Oh I'm sorry you must be Mike…" She began to say looking up from her bass, which I noticed was one of the many copies of mine sold in guitar stores around the world, then to her face. She was more beautiful than I expected. Then our eyes met and I looked into her deep blue eyes, my eyes.

"You're Mike Dirnt!" She barely whispered. Shit, she must be a huge fan. She began to sway back and forth. Oh no! She fainted but I caught her before she hit the floor.

"Emilia!"Nice first impression, have your daughter pass out on you.

"Oh damn it! I didn't think she'd come down, or that you would be here this early. C'mon, let's move her to the couch." She said removing the bass from around her shoulder.

"You didn't tell her I was in Green Day, did you?" I asked glancing down at her American Idiot tank.

"Well I was about to, but you came earlier than I thought you would."

"Oh." I said stupidly. "Um, Ill be right back…"I said as I walked off to the bathroom.

Nice really nice Mike. She's probably one of your biggest fans from the way she looked, especially with my brand name bass. Well, this might have been a mistake. But I came here for my sake and the kids. I wonder if Mark was the same way.

I wanted to see how my kids turned out to be, and they deserved to know who their father was. I just hoped they would forgive us for not telling them sooner. And I hoped they would forgive me for leaving and never coming for a visit.

I splashed my face with cold water to try and wake me up a bit more than I was and to try and calm my new found nerves. It didn't help much.

I walked out and into their kitchen it was small yet nice looking with all the pots and pans making a hectic, homey feeling.

"The coffee will be ready in 15 minutes Mike." Emilia said.

"Do you think Melanie will mind if I played her bass a while?" I asked

She looked at me knowingly. "Still calms you to play?" I nodded "Yeah she could care less if you played it. In fact, if she were conscious, she would be jumping around the neighborhood screaming 'OhMyGod! Mike freaking Dirnt is playing my guitar!' at the top of her lungs." I let out a small laugh and smirked at the idea. Emilia grabbed a cloth towel and wet it with cold water for Melanie and we walked back into the living room. I sat across from the girls on the couch with the bass and began randomly strumming the four strings.