Grant POV

Mason and Blaine have finally gone to sleep. God, I don't know how Bex does this all the time. The phone started to ring, and two seven year old boys ran to me and hugged on to my legs. Well, actually they almost tipped me over running full force. I've might have been getting a little rusty. I picked up the phone and heard my best friend's voice.

"I don't know what to do Grant!" Zach yelled in my ear.

"Good to hear from ya. How's Cammie and that little girl of yours?" I said grinning.

"MIA and I have no idea!"

My smile faded and I pushed the boys off me and whispered to them, "Go get dressed. We're visiting another one of my friends." They both hurried to their room. I turned back to my phone and grabbed the keys to wait for them. "Okay, me and the boys are on our way. Do you want me to call Jonas or Macey?"

"Yeah. I'll call Macey and you call Jonas." I heard panic fade from his voice.

"K, man. See you in five minutes." Mason ran straight to the car while Blaine stop in front of me while I dialed Jonas's number. I squatted down to his height.

He stared at me. His eyes were brown like Bex's. He and Mason look more like me than her, except for their dark hair. Mason's eyes were blue like mine. That's how you tell them apart by looking at them. Their personalities were very different. Mason was the strong, tough one: more like Bex. Blaine was like me: sweet, caring and gentle. Someday, he's going to find himself a rockin' girlfriend!

"What happened? It's twenty-three minutes and five seconds past ten." As proud as I am for him knowing that, I have to say it hurt. I didn't want to tell him why we were leaving. I heard Jonas on the phone, got up, and pushed my son toward the car saying, "Yo, JoBro! We have a problem."

Zach's POV

I got off the phone with Macey. She's coming over with her husband, Jack, and her son, Marco. She has a son, and Grant has two. If Jonas and Liz don't have a daughter, I will strangle somebody. It's not that I wanted a boy, it's just I don't want Kelsey associated with so many. It's obvious they will grow up together, and I want her to be able to find friends that are girls. At least I won't have to worry about her dating, right? I say she'll start liking one of them (if more than one, shoot me) at… twelve years old. That gives me five years. I can handle it.

I opened the door to see Grant, Jonas, Macey and a man, who I take, is Jack, and four little boys at their feet. Oh my.

I brought them all in, shook hands with Jack, and called Kelsey from her room. She walked in shyly, dressed in red mesh shorts and white tee shirt. I heard Macey groan.

"WHAT HAVE YOU'VE BEEN TEACHING THIS CHILD?" she yelled.

"Oh no!" Marco cried and covered his eyes.

Macey's POV

"You know. How to be a spy and not a fashionista," Zach replied leading everyone else into the kitchen.

"The only one of us to have a girl and its Zach and Cammie! She's a fashion disaster!" I walked over to her and was examining her shorts. "You know, Kelsey, looking good is not supposed to be comfortable."

"Macey! KITCHEN," Jack called.

I looked back at her. "I'll talk to you later, sweetie. I love your locket." She looked down and fingered the heart. Something is up with her. Maybe she does have emotion.

Mason's POV

Wow. Dad didn't tell us Zach had a daughter. I figured since Jonas and Macey have sons, he did too. She's beautiful. Zach's daughter has long light brown hair and intense green eyes. She didn't seem too happy to have a lot of people here. That makes me wonder why we're here.

Marco's POV

Why mom? Why? I don't think there is anything wrong with her. She's very pretty. After mom went into the kitchen with the other grownups, I went over to her.

"Sorry," she looked up at me. "For my mom, I mean," I added quickly. She smiled towards me. "I'm Marco."

"Kelsey."

"Hi, I'm Blaine and this is my brother, Mason," my friend said. Yeah I've already met Blaine, Mason, and Henry.

"I'm Henry," he said nervously. If I didn't know better, I'd say all of these guys liked Kelsey.

Kelsey's POV

Why am I the only one meeting these boys? I feel like the new kid at school.

"Want to watch cartoons?" I asked not completely comfortable with the sudden silence as they looked me up and down. A chorus of 'sure's sounded. We all plopped down on the couch. I'm in the middle, between Henry and Marco. Henry is small with blue eyes. His blonde hair is short. Marco has black hair that hung in his face and over his eyes. His ice cold blue eyes. Everyone was silent, no doubt wondering why they're at my house at eleven at night.