The What If Factor.

Chapter 3: Moving On

Rating: PG-13

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff except for their daughters. Now, there is some name similarities between this story and my other story, A Day Of Grief, but it's a completely different story.

Paige's POV:

Unpacking the boxes, I would soon find, would be the least of my problems. I was nine years old when we moved back to L.A. from New York. My sister Ava was six, and Kat was three. When we were moving our stuff back into our house, my mom was being weird. But, that was understandable, for it was the house that she had shared with my father. When I began to put stuff away, she stopped me and said she wanted to keep everything in new places. I still don't understand that. But, I did what I was told.

That afternoon, I looked out side and saw my best friend's, Andy, playing out in the yard. I asked my mom if Ava and me could go play, and she let us go. Kat was taking a nap, so I figure that she needed some time to herself.

When Mom came to get us about an hour later, that's when it all started. She was re-introduced to Andy's dad, Ben. I knew that something was up when Mom walked away from their conversation smiling, something I saw her rarely do.

He came over for dinner a few days later. And, the next week, and the next. They began to grow quite close.

My sisters and I weren't happy,

Buffy's POV:

I didn't expect to fall in love. I really didn't. I was still madly in love with Angel. He was my one. I believe that, no matter how many people you date, or sleep with, that the universe gives you one person that you are just meant for. Angel was my one. But, Ben was a good guy. He was a lot like Angel, actually. But, I didn't let Ben into my heart as easy as I had Angel. He brought his son, Andy over for dinner once a week for about two months. Then, the kids would go play, and we'd sit on the couch with a cup of coffee and tell each other stories of our "one's." He was also still in love with his first wife, Karen, who had died when Andy was still just a baby. I told him all about Angel, and all my other friends, my mother.

Then, one day, he asked me to go out to dinner. I said that I couldn't, that it was still to soon. Now, I realize that it had been three years, but when you love someone that much for that long, it's hard to get over. He said that it had taken him a long time to get over Karen, as well. But, he let about a month of our weekly dinners pass, until he asked me again. I reluctantly expected. Then, I told him that I still wasn't ready. But then, after six months of persistence, and three years of dating, we got married.

My girls weren't that happy at first, but Paige had already known Ben, and she was ecstatic that Andy would be living with us. They moved into our house. We had always had an extra room. But, I was happy. And I hadn't been happy in a long time.

But then, my world broke apart all over again.