The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power-Anonymous

Lincoln felt that the gods were happy. He managed to submit his name with a few minutes to spare. Dark House Publishing along with a private distributing company in Japan granted him a stipend to produce another volume of his comic. His last volume sold like hotcakes in Japan. So much so that prices were hiked due the ongoing popularity of his manga. It wasn't every day that an American written and drew a Original Japanese Language comic. Japanese wasn't his mother tongue. He wasn't the best. Thanks to his manager and the manager's daughter, Juri, Lincoln was able to thrive in his market. Once more, the gods were happy that he is receiving funding with his works. Only downside is that funding goes directly to his mother.

And today, his mother was using part of his funds to go grocery shopping for the family. She gave him a peck on the lips as a please and thank you for doing an altruistic deed. He couldn't deny the love of his family. And if using some of his profit to give his family groceries, then so be it. Might as well. He couldn't imagined living on the street.

Only if the gods were to give him money for a vehicle. He held much of the groceries in his backpack. It was a fifteen minute walk. His mother was busy working from home. His father was at work. With Leni and Lori out of the house and in a college, they were factored out. Luan was busy at a comedy workshop. Luna and Sam decided to go guitar hunting in neighboring Windsor. God knows where Lynn was doing. With that being said, he had no way of getting a ride. Also, his mother didn't trust him with a vehicle. So he made one mistake a few months back. It wasn't his fault that Sam wanted to shift gears with the stick. He had only wish that it was the actual gear stick.

The bags were a killer on his back. He used his free hand to hold the other bags. Also, he had to resume writing when he came home. His manager wanted an omake ready in the next few days. Having it after production of his new volume would make a limited edition, earning more of a fanbase. It didn't matter to the white-haired child so as long as his comics were alive for many to read.

He took a brief break at the nearest bus bench. He had only wish he had purchased a bottle of water before leaving the store.

"Something tells me that you need this water more than I do." Lincoln looked up to the origin of the voice. "Need some help, young man?" She was a very pretty woman. She was a tan-skinned brunette. She was thin, yet curvaceous. She was wearing a white sundress. Her sunglasses were covering her eyes. Lincoln then eyed the bottled water in her hand.

"I said if you wanted my bottled water," she asked as she extended her hand to him.

"Oh, thanks!" Lincoln took the water and swallowed harshly. He sighed heavily as the water relinquished any dryness in his throat. He finished the bottle, wiping his water moustache with his arm.

"Thanks," he said once more. "Oh, please forgive me." He looked to his bags. "I think I am fine, miss. I think I can manage. Plus, I don't want to stain or scuff your white sundress."

The brunette tilted her head in a peculiar manner. "Oh, I insist." She eyed Lincoln's backpack and took it into her hands. "I saw you earlier. I can tell you needed some help."

Blushing, he looked at the ground. "You don't have too, miss. I don't want to be a bother. Plus. I am only a couple of blocks from the house."

The woman furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you find it offensive or don't feel secure for a woman to help you with your bags?"

He shook his head nervously, disagreeing with her questioning. "No, miss. It's not that. I don't want to be a burden."

The brunette placed his backpack around her back. She even took the grocery bag and put it in her hand. "There! Now, you can rest your hands and back for a few minutes."

"I do feel a little less pressure from that hard carrying," said Lincoln with a sense of relief. "Thanks!"

"Don't mention it, sweetheart," said the brunette. "Matter of factly, I was heading out into this way anyway. I am actually trying to find someone."

"Really. What are you looking for in this part of town? You won't find many things around here but homes. Well, unless you are looking for Magnolia's, then that is half a mile east of here."

Lincoln and the brunette woman walked forward. Lincoln told her where he was going.

"Franklin Ave? What a coincidence, that is where I am going as well."

"Really? That's cool. Any particular reason?"

"Yes. Looking for my son. He just moved here and wanted to surprise him."

"That's sweet of you."

"Yourself, dear?"

Lincoln wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I live in this neighborhood with my family."

"Your family? As handsome as you are, I am surprised you are not living as a bachelor."

He appreciated the compliment, rubbing the back of his head in a sense of satisfaction. "Shucks, lady. Thanks. However, I am only seventeen and in high school."

She covered her mouth. "Oh my! Sorry if I mistaken."

He gave her thumbs up instead of patting her back. He couldn't imagined the workload she was carrying for him. He thanked the gods for perfect timing of this godsend woman. "No worries, miss. I am thankful for you. I need to get my hands a bit of a rest."

"Your hands," she asked alluringly. "Are you one of those types that enjoy themselves."

His eyes widened. "Heavens, no. You can say that I am an artist."

The woman put her finger to her lip as if she was thinking of something else to say. "A painter, a writer?"

"No, ma'am. I tend to work on drawing comic books." Lincoln tried to keep it at that. Under the advice of Mrs. A., he shouldn't release his identity to the public. As much as his comics were popular, it didn't mean it didn't go without criticism.

"Sounds very interesting," said the brunette. "Anything particularly interesting."

"Let's just say it is part of graphic nature."

"The gory stuff. Something to whet my appetite."

The duo made it on his block. She managed to help him with his stuff all the way until they made it to his driveway. "Oh my, you still have that tree? Also, that tricycle is still hanging from the jump rope?"

Lincoln raised his eyebrow. How would she know about the duration of the tricycle on the tree? That has been there since he was eleven years old. He took deep breaths. He may have mistaken her. It was hot and the heat was getting to him.

"Linky, about damn time." Lincoln saw Luna pulled into the driveway. Sam stepped out of the vehicle, holding a brand new guitar. Luna ran to Lincoln and wrestled him. She grabbed him by his arms while Sam lifted his shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach.

"Jesus, girls," cried Lincoln. "I just got here. Plus, I was talking with someone."

Sam lifted his backpack. "Talking to who, sweetness?"

"I was talking to…" He realized that there wasn't anyone beyond his sight. The woman in question disappeared. He looked around wildly, like he was shuffling through Lily's toy chest for something. Luna released him and took the bag of the groceries.

"Jolly Ranchers, nice." Luna walked forward and kissed Lincoln on the lips. "We are going to need these tonight when Mom and Dad go out on their date."

Lincoln shook his head, trying not to think about what had happened earlier. "Tonight? Remember that we have to watch Lily."

Sam was digging into her ear. "Didn't you hear, sweetie? My Dad and step-Mom are watching the kid tonight." She blew a kiss to Lincoln. "So, it is going to be a fun night tonight. But for now, I am jonesing for a pizza. Luna and I smoked a Tooka before we got here."

Lincoln furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't smoke my Tooka didn't you?"

Luna stuck her tongue out. "Sorry, bro. There's some Kobe left if you want it."

Lincoln gave them an odd look before he start to run after them. The girls began laughing as Lincoln was chasing them toward the house.

Lincoln, I want to introduce you to Amelia DiMartino.

Good Afternoon, Lincoln. I am Ms. DiMartino. You can call me Auntie Em if you want.

Ok, Auntie Em.

Auntie Em is going to help you with your studies. She will also babysit the others as well.

I have already met the others. However, your mother tells me good things about you.

You did, Mom?

Sure did, sweetheart. I told her that you are extraordinarily special.

Yes, she did. I wanted to see your skills at work, Lincoln. Can I call you, Linky?

Sure, Auntie Em.

I think you and Auntie Em are going to get along famously.

To be continued.

Hey, guys. I know it has been quite awhile since I done any of the Loud House. I am planning to come back with some more stories. I will try to take a break from the RWBY series for a bit. A/N: Kobe and Tooka are a type of strand of marijuana. Also, if you are into the Chicago hip hop scene, Tooka and Kobe have a deeper meaning that I won't post on here. Happy Reading!