A/N: Okay, so instead of writing an entire chapter of flashbacks, I decided to write a brief summary of Rose's Hogwarts days. During her reminiscing you'll understand her relationship with Scorpius a bit better and therefore know where she's coming from. This chapter is more of a filler but I hope you guys like it nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Four: Conflicted

It's been four weeks since I'd last seen Malfoy and I'm still reeling over the fact that he might possibly think I'm poor. What am I talking about? Of course he thinks I'm poor!

Contrary to popular belief, my family is actually quite wealthy. Mum is the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and dad is co-manager/co-owner of Weasleys' Wizard Weezes with Uncle George. After the war, dad and Uncle Harry joined the Aurors at the request of then Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt to round up the remaining Death Eaters who had escaped capture. A few years later, once things had settled down, Uncle George approached my dad with a business proposition to run and co-manage the Diagon Alley location of WWW's while he opened up a second shop in Hogsmeade. After Uncle Fred's death at the end of the Second Wizarding War, business began to increase to the point where Uncle George was having difficulty managing the shop on his own. He insisted dad join him as dad was a Weasley and the shop must remain Weasley owned. Together, they were able to successfully turn Weasley's Wizard Wheezes into an enormous money-spinner with dad pocketing quite a bit of it's wealth.

It's difficult to overcome stereotypes however, and I'm sure his father has filled his mind with stories about our family and I'm sure none of them are good. When Dad told us stories about his school days, he would sometimes mention Malfoy's dad and how he was a bully. I remember dad mentioning how Draco Malfoy would poke fun at him for being poor and using withered second hand books and wearing hand-me-down robes. Dad still hold's a grudge against the Malfoy's and I can't say I blame him. Personally I think they're all a bunch of tosser's and I hope that my child will not turn out like that. I'm hoping that the Weasley genes will neutralize that trait. I also believe that the environment and how you raise and discipline your child will hold a greater presidence than a child's biology.

I sigh and lean back in my chair. I think back to that day in the shop and replay Malfoy's expression when he took in my scruffy purse. I think I saw a flash of pity in his eyes though I can't be sure. Malfoy is like a closed book, you just never know what he's thinking. Over the years he's learned how to mask his emotions perfectly. He wears this guarded expression 24-7 so you could never tell what he was feeling.

I remember back in the beginning of first year when Al and I had first met him. We were looking for a compartment when we stumbled upon Malfoy sitting by himself staring out of the compartment window. I remember feeling sorry for him because he seemed sad and lonely, so I decided to befriend him. He seemed hesitant at first to accept our friendship but he slowly opened up to us and soon we were all laughing and telling jokes and sharing our excitement for Hogwarts. Al and Scorpius hit it off right away and were consequently sorted into Slytherin together while I was sorted into Gryffindor with Alice and my cousins. Despite being sorted into different houses, I still spent time with Al and Scorpius during breaks and would sometimes drag Alice along with me. We'd spend the afternoons outside by the lake and tease each other mercilessly and sometimes I would tutor them if we had tests coming up. Grudgingly, I had to admit that Malfoy didn't require much assistance as he was almost on par with with me in academics. He was surprisingly smart which was shocking because I'd never seen him study or open a book.

Second year I starting hanging out with them less as I started to take my studies more seriously and from third year on, I stopped altogether as I made my studies my primary focus. Without realizing it, I had sacrificed my social life and the few friends I had made, stopped hanging out with me altogether and simply gave up the effort. When everyone was sneaking out or going to parties, I would stay in my dorm or study in the library to work on my essays or revise. Alice was the only one that stuck with me through it all and often accompanied me. She knew how seriously I took my studies and accepted that. I know I wasn't the greatest friend to her since I was always preoccupied but when she needed me, I made sure I was there.

In fifth year I was made prefect which made my parents awfully proud, especially my mother. She was the one that always drilled into me the importance of school and education. I don't think she realized just how much I took her words to heart.

My relationship with Malfoy became especially frosty that year. I would often catch him snogging different girls during my patrols and I would always give him detention. He'd argue and call me names which were quite hurtful and would sometimes leave me in tears, not that he'd ever notice since I'd always walk away before he could see them. In the hallways he would taunt me in front of his friends and other students and if Al wasn't around, he would get especially mean. I truly hated him then. He'd go out of his way to torment me and because of him I was labelled the school prude. People called me a book worm or frigid and he would often encourage them in the name calling.

Sixth year was the first time I saw him naked. He was in the midst of passionate sex with a curvy blonde in one of the empty classrooms on the third floor. As repulsed as I was at seeing what was happening, I couldn't take my eyes away from his toned body. The sweat glistened on his skin and I was entranced as drops of it made their way down his chest and back. As he thrust into her, I was awed at how his muscles would move. He was like a machine working in and out of her and as much as I hated it, I couldn't help being aroused. I felt like a pervert watching them and had to pinch myself to clear my thoughts. Instead of reporting them and giving them detention as I was supposed to do, I simply turned around and walked away. Though before I did, Malfoy lifted his head and locked his eyes with mine. I hurried down the hall mortified at being caught and contemplated going back and giving them detention but I was too embarrassed to do so. I had desperately hoped he wouldn't taunt me for it and surprising he didn't. In fact, he seemed to ignore me for those last few weeks of school and when I caught him again, I swiftly gave him a detention and reported him as I was expected to. This may be why he was passed over as Head Boy in seventh year. He certainly had the grades but he had a reputation for being a playboy and unfortunately the teachers got wind of it and had to pass him over for a better candidate.

Seventh Year I received my Head Girl badge along with my Hogwarts letter. Mum was ecstatic of course. Dad and Hugo congratulated me but I could tell they weren't very surprised. Malfoy seemed to detest me more than ever that year and I tried my best to ignore him and his hurtful jibes. It was Malfoy's second year as Quidditch Captain and thankfully he was more preoccupied with Quidditch than ever before. It was his last year and like James the previous year, I believe he was hoping to get scouted and picked up by a team (which is exactly what happened). As the months passed, I grew closer to the Head Boy Nathan Wood who also happened to be the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain that year. He was muscular, charming and attractive with his deep sexy Scottish drawl, dark hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. He was gentlemanly and very sweet and after the Christmas Holidays, I began dating him which for some reason seemed to irritate Malfoy further. I suppose it had to do with Nathan being the Captain of the opposing team and with me being his girlfriend and that year being so important for Quidditch, I suppose I could understand that. The relationship between Nathan and I didn't last very long though as we were far too busy with school and Quidditch to spend time together and so at the end of April, we mutually parted ways deciding that it was for the best.

In May the final Quidditch game was held and Slytherin and Gryfffindor were playing for the championship. I had conflicting feelings on who to cheer for. On the Gryffindor team was Hugo and my cousins, but on the Slytherin team was Al. In the end I chose to support Al to the great annoyance of my dad. I felt sorry for Al since my whole family was cheering for Gryffindor and I knew Al desperately needed my support. So, on the day of the game, I stood in the Slytherin Stands decked out in Slytherin Green cheering for them like a maniac to the great amusement of Malfoy. Albus however, just seemed embarrassed. It was a brutal game and Malfoy seemed to be playing with greater vigor and confidence than I've ever seen before. In the end, Malfoy caught the snitch and threw a huge victory party in the dungeons afterwards. I was dragged to the party by Lily who threatened to hex me if I didn't go so I reluctantly went.

When I arrived, Malfoy was chugging down firewhisky and dancing shirtless on a table with a couple of scantily clad girls laughing like an idiot as his friends cheered him on. He spotted me and immediately jumped off and made his way towards me. He had this silly grin on his face and I could smell the firewhiskey off his breath as he leaned in towards me and kissed me roughly on the lips in front of everyone. There were cat calls and whistling and before I knew it, it was over. My face went beat red and I felt utterly humiliated. When Malfoy started laughing, I became furious and slapped him hard across the cheek and left.

And that was my Hogwarts life in a nutshell.

I never thought I'd see the wanker again but as luck would have it, he got picked up by Puddlemere United and became instantly famous. James of course took him under his wing and they formed an instant brotherhood. As he rose to the top of the ranks, he grew in popularity with the girls and in no time at all, he became an international Quidditch star adorning the covers of every newspaper and magazine there was. Often I'd see him in pictures with beautiful girls hanging off his arm with my cousin not too far off with girls of his own much to the dismay of my aunt and uncle.

I looked down and rubbed my slightly swollen belly. If anyone told me a year ago that I would be in this predicament, I'd say they were crazy. With Malfoy being in the highlight of his career and with beautiful woman lining up for him, there is absolutely no way he'd ever give that up and settle down for a baby.

Especially with someone like me.

"Rose?"

"Hmmm?" I spun around and spotted peering in through the doorway.

"Hlr. Pye is asking for you on the Ground Floor. Your cousin James was involved in a broom crash with a fellow team mate during practice and he requires your assistance immediately."

"What?" I jumped off my chair and raced down the halls and down the stairs to the Ground Floor.

"Miss Weasley!"

I turned to my right and spotted Hlr. Pye beckoning me over to him and into one of the rooms.

James and Malfoy were resting in adjacent beds covered in bruises and broken bones.

Hly. Pye handed me their charts. "Dittany has been applied over their wounds and they've just been given skelegrow, and strengthening potions. In ten minutes please administer a calming drought to Mr. Malfoy and apply the bruise removal paste over their bruises. After which, I would like you to stay and reevaluate their condition and record everything in their charts."

"Yes sir," I said obediently.

"Thank you Miss Weasley. I will be along shorty to see how you are doing."

I watched as Hly. Pye walked out of the room and let out a deep breath. I turned towards James and found him sleeping. Malfoy however had opened his eyes as I walked over to his bed. Sneaky little ferret.

"Care to explain what happened?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Quidditch Weasley."

"I never liked the sport."

"You used to."

I looked at him astonished. "When?"

"In second year. You used to cheer for me and Al all the time."

There was a silent pause.

"Well, I was young and that was before I realized what a violent sport Quidditch is." and before you got hit in the back of the head with a bludger, fell off your broom and almost died, I wanted to add.

I remember that day vividly. It was near the end of second year and Malfoy was playing against Ravenclaw. It was his first year as seeker and he was playing extra hard to prove his worth on the team. He had spotted the snitch and immediately went after it without paying attention to his surroundings. He didn't notice the bludger coming towards him and after he caught the snitch, he was hit with brutal force to the back of the head causing him to fall off his broom and hit the ground hard. I had watched the whole thing in slow motion and I was in hysterics after it had happened. I was so sure he was dead and after he was rushed to the hospital wing, I never left his sight. Of course, Madam Pompfrey had tried to kick me out but I would always sneak back in using James invisibility cloak. I remember holding his hand and crying softly. I had felt so useless just sitting there and looking at his mangled body and not being able to do anything about it. I wanted to ease his pain and take away his suffering.

Malfoy shifted in his bed and peered at me more closely. I knew he was remembering the same incident I was. "Is that when you decided to become a healer?"

I shrugged. "Possibly. I'm not too sure." Okay this was officially weird. Since when did Malfoy and I start having civil conversations?

I cleared my throat and handed him a potion. "Now it's time for you to take this Calming Draught."

He eyed it distastefully. "Must I?"

"Yes." I said sternly raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms to show I meant business.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and brought the potion to his lips.

He took a sip and started choking. "That's bloody awful!" He said hoarsely, making a face. "It tastes worse every time."

"Yes well, it'll calm your nerves and help you relax so make sure you finish it."

"But, I'm already bloody calm!"

"Don't argue with me Malfoy. It's standard procedure and I'm being evaluated as we speak."

"Oh really?" He said with an evil glint in his eye.

"Yes!" I snapped. I reached out for the bruise removal paste and started applying it to James bruises. Once done, I leaned down, softly ran my fingers through his hair and gently kissed his forehead. Removing my wand from my pocket, I took his vital signs and recorded them in his chart. Malfoy kept surprisingly quiet as he watched me do this.

I then walked over to Malfoy's bed and took his vitals as well, recording them in his chart with a quill and clipboard. Once finished, I turned to him and silently began working the paste above the bruises on his face and neck and as I lowered the bed covers to reach his upper chest and abdomen, my breath hitched. He was absolute male perfection. Of course, I've attended to plenty of half naked men before during the course of my training but for some reason Malfoy caused my body to react differently. I gulped and took a deep breath as I mentally prepared myself to do what I had to do.

"Like what you see Weasley?" Malfoy smirked.

I blushed. "Shut it."

My face grew hot and blood pounded through my ears as I lowered my hand and touched his chest with the barest of touches with my finger tips, directly applying the paste over a nasty cut and bruise.

He winced.

"Sorry." I whispered, afraid that I might have hurt him.

There was an awkward pause.

I continued to work the paste over the bruises and raw skin along his broad shoulders and upper body in silence. I started to feel uncomfortable though as the only cuts and bruises left were around his lower abdomen and nether regions. I hesitated, hand in mid-air.

Noticing my hesitation, Malfoy removed the bed covers completely, laid down and placed his hands behind his head, watching me with amusement.

"Go on." He smirked. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

Bloody bastard.

When I still didn't move, Malfoy decided to take the lead and slowly lead my hand over his red and bruised abdomen and then watched me intensely as he lowered my hand even further, just above his groin. He then grabbed the tube of paste from my left hand and squirted more above his groin and watched me smother it over a nasty bruise below his belly button, just above the waistband of his boxers.

Sudden images of our night together flashed through my mind and I started to panic as I realized what position I was in. I tensed as I lowered my gaze and took in his hardened manhood. A flash of lust went through me and I felt heat and warmth flood to my core. I squirmed and tightened my legs uncomfortably and looked into Malfoy's darkened lust filled eyes. I realized he was getting off on this and I was shocked that I could alight that kind of passion from him with a simple touch. Breathing heavily, I tried to overcome the wave of desire that slowly began to take hold of my body.

"Rose?"

James!

I quickly removed my hands and straightened my features as I looked over at my cousin lying in the adjacent bed.

"Your awake!" I jumped up and rushed over to him. "Thank Merlin!"

"Is Scorpius alright?" James asked groggily, worry etched in his features.

He's still not fully awake. Thank god.

"Yes, he's perfectly alright," I answered evasively, deliberately avoiding said boy's gaze.

"How are you feeling?" I asked to change the subject and because I was worried about him.

"I'm a little sore but otherwise I'm alright."

"Good."

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps approaching and saw the door handle turn. Hlr. Pye entered surveying the room and it's occupants.

"Ah, I see your both awake. Good, good," He smiled. "How are you both feeling?," he asked grabbing the charts from their bedsides.

"Wonderful Sir," Malfoy replied.

"Fantastic," James yawned stretching his limbs.

Hly. Pye looked over at Malfoy. "I hope Miss Weasley treated you well?"

I fidgeted nervously.

"She was the best." He replied with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, not missing the double meaning.

"Glad to hear," he responded while taking their vital signs with his wand and comparing them to the ones I recorded in their charts earlier.

He turned to me and smiled. "You did well Miss Weasley. Keep up the good work."

I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding and smiled feeling instantly relieved. "Thanks to you Healer Pye. I learn from the best." I winked and smiled charmingly. Flattery always helps.

He chucked. "Indeed."

He then turned to James. "By the way Mr. Potter, your parents are waiting in the waiting room. Shall I send them in?"

James groaned. "Mum will be fawning all over me."

"So?" I snapped, placing my hands on my hips and taking an authoritative stance. "She's your mother James, of course she's going to be worried. Stop acting like a child," I scolded.

James rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "women."

"What was that?" I warned, raising an eyebrow.

James cowered. "Nothing," He said sheepishly.

I huffed. "That's what I thought."

I turned towards Healer Pye. "I think it best if I bring my aunt and uncle in myself and explain what happened, if that's alright?"

"Yes of course. I must be on my way anyhow." He nodded towards us and was about to leave but then turned back suddenly.

"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy? You parents just floo called and announced they will be along shortly."

"Thank you Sir."

Avoiding Malfoy's gaze, I exited with Healer Pye and found Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry waiting in the waiting room. I explained what happened and reassured them that James was alright. When they left, I slumped into one of the chairs suddenly feeling drained and exhausted. I closed my eyes and rested my head lightly against the back wall.

I rested my hands on my lower abdomen and thought about Malfoy. I was almost 3 months along now, entering my second trimester. I knew the right thing to do was tell Malfoy but I was absolutely terrified. What if he rejected me and the baby? What would his family say? What would my family say? I imagine the Press will have a field day with this one and I cringed as I thought of all the shame it would bring to my family. A Malfoy and a Weasley together? It would never work. Though the Malfoy's reputation had dwindled during and after the Second Wizarding War, they had quickly redeemed themselves to their previous status upon Uncle Harry's Pardon after Voldemort's defeat. They currently held a high position of power and would quickly come to the defense of their son if anything threatened to tarnish his image (not that Malfoy's PR people wouldn't handle it first).

I imagine his family and PR rep would spin some story about me setting him up and purposely getting knocked up to goad him out of money which would be total bullocks because my family was already well-off as it is and I didn't need his money. In fact, by the time I gave birth, I'd be a Certified Healer (assuming I'll pass my exams) and once I start working, I'll have money of my own and be able to sustain myself financially. I could work part-time at the hospital and put the baby in daycare during that time. Healers make a good salary so I think three days a week should be enough to cover the living expenses and if I ever get into a rut, I know my parents will lend me money.

I relaxed as all these thoughts went through my mind.

Now, I just had to tell mum and dad. Mum would be extremely disappointed of course and surprised at how her daughter who's "so smart and level-headed" could have allowed this sort of thing to happen. I'm sure she'd then give me some speech about raising me better and dad ...well dad would just be furious.

In fact, he might just apparate right over to Malfoy's flat and avada him then and there causing the Malfoy's to retaliate for murdering their precious son/grandson, further fueling the Weasley/Malfoy rivalry. And then where would I be during all of this? Most likely crouching in a corner somewhere avoiding the accusing glares and pointing fingers of my family while I contemplated suicide during my father's incarceration in Azkaban.

Drat. This wasn't easy.

I sighed, slouching further in my chair, my thoughts now more conflicted than ever.

Today was going to be a long day.

Ten to Six on the following day, I was finishing up my shift making final rounds in the hospital. I had overseen twelve patients today including James and Malfoy. James was released an hour ago on the promise of bed rest and continuing his potions (he refused to spend another moment in the godforsaken hospital). Malfoy, noticing James departure, insisted he stay longer and complained of residual aches and pains. I had to roll my eyes at that because he was perfectly fine yesterday and just this morning he was up and about flirting with the female hospital staff. I was almost certain that it was a ploy to simply get me alone with him. The prat was up to something, of that I was certain.

"Miss Weasley, please report to Reception on the Ground Floor."

Huh? I wonder what that's about? I thought as I heard my name announced over the intercom.

Slowly, I made my way to the Ground floor. Once I arrived, I headed towards the reception desk and turned towards the receptionist, a pretty 22 year old with dark chestnut hair (one of the girls Malfoy was flirting with this morning).

"Good evening Millie. I was told to report in?"

"Oh yes." She swivelled around in her chair and handed me a chart. "Scorpius Malfoy was asking for you."

"Oh? Is there a problem?"

She shrugged. "Said something about abdominal pain."

"Oh really?" I was skeptical.

"Well, to be honest I had a hard time focusing on what he was saying since he didn't have a shirt on," she admitted sheepishly.

Sneaky ferret.

"He's the perfect male specimen," she dazed. "He's fit, that one."

"Oh please. I've seen better," I scoffed.

"Are you kidding?" She said in disbelief. "Have you seen his pecs? His abs? His body looks like it's been crafted by the gods themselves!" She exclaimed. Then she leaned back and sighed. "I'd give anything to get a piece of that."

I looked at her in horror. Oh my god.

"Right...err...I guess I better get going now."

I turned around and headed towards room 22. I was fairly positive that Malfoy was up to something. I was sure that his story of "abdominal pains" was bogus but as a healer I couldn't deny that it could be a possibility. If I refused to see him and it turned out he really was suffering and filed a complaint, well then bye bye to my career as a healer. His family was a major contributor to the hospital and made yearly donations so I had to make sure Malfoy received the best treatment possible.

I had to be careful. Negligence was taken seriously at the hospital and if I was accused of that, I knew me being a Weasley wasn't going to stop them from sacking me.

As I reached his door, I cautiously looked into the room.

I spotted Malfoy instantly. He was laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. His hair was mussed and he was only in a pair of black satin boxers. He appeared to be deep in thought. Reluctantly, I stepped in.

"So, abdominal pains huh?"

He smirked.

"Got anymore of that special cream?"

"Why?" I looked him over. "You don't have anymore bruises."

"None that you can see."

I rolled my eyes.

"Malfoy, stop." I was sick of his games. Enough was enough.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything Weasley."

"You know exactly what you're doing. I've had enough. You, me,...us," I said pointing between us with my hands, "It's not going to happen."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." I said crossing my arms.

"I don't believe you Weasley. In fact, I bet you'd give anything for me to fuck your brains out again."

I shook my head. "You're despicable."

He laughed. "Oh, come on Weasley! How about we make a go of it right here on this hospital bed?"

"My god, you really are delusional."

He got off his bed and made his way towards me. "Come off it Weasley. You and I both know your no prude."

"That's not what you used to say back at Hogwarts." I said heatedly.

"It's different now."

I was livid. "I see, so now that I've slept with you, I'm no longer a prude? Is that it?"

"Your being ridiculous."

"No, I'm not," I countered. "You resented me for so long because I was the exact opposite of you. I upheld the very values that you were fighting against and you hated me for it. While you partied and slept around, I studied and remained monogamous. While you failed, I succeeded. And, I suppose now that I'm no longer the Virgin Mary and you're this big "international Quidditch star", that it's evened the playing field out a bit and you can have a go at me?"

"You don't know what you're talking about Weasley." He growled through clenched teeth.

"So, tell me, what happened to that girlfriend of yours? The blonde one?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he said looked irritated.

"Oh? Who was she then?" I was intrigued. They were certainly being quite affectionate with one another.

"A friend."

"I see, so do you do you sleep with all your "friends?," I ask making two quotation marks. "You two obviously enjoyed sucking face with one another."

"Merlin, you are so annoying Weasley."

"What? I'm curious-"

I was silenced as his lips roughly crashed down on mine. Slowly and tenderly, he moved his lips over mine and ended with a gentle kiss. Cupping my face with his hands, he moved away slightly and gently kissed around my face, starting with my cheek, chin and then my neck. He rested his head on my right shoulder.

Hoarsely, he whispered in my ear, "like I said before, you don't know what you're talking about Weasley. Don't presume to know me because I can assure you that you don't."

I was speechless. I could still feel tingles run up my spine from when he kissed me. Did he actually have feelings for me? Is it possible? Or was he simply playing mind games with me? I was so conflicted, I didn't know what to believe. I kept picturing all the beautiful girls I've seen him with and I knew there was no possible way I could compete. I wasn't his type. I wasn't beautiful or glamorous like those models he dated, I didn't have a slim waist or toned body like they do nor do I have any "special bed skills". To be honest, there was nothing really sexy or intriguing about me. I was just average. I lead a very mundane life, when I go to bed at 10pm, he's out partying and enjoying the nightlife. My life was simple and predictable while his was exciting and adventurous. We were like oil and water, complete opposites. We just wouldn't work.

I need to get out of here.

I took a step back and avoided his questioning gaze. "I have to go."

He grabbed my wrist. "Wait."

His gaze was intense and he appeared to be struggling with something.

I stared at him and looked down at his hand around my wrist.

Understanding the message, he slowly released his grip around my wrist and let go of me.

When I looked up again, his mask was back on and his features were hard.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, and before he could protest, I left.

As I left the room, I kept asking myself whether or not I made the right decision. My heart was telling me to go back and give him a chance but my logical side was warning me to stay away. I will tell him eventually about the baby when the time is right but right now I just need to think things through.

I just hope he doesn't hate me.

A/N: Okay, so I know Rose was a bit of a coward back there and she should have fessed up to Scorpius about the pregnancy, but you have to understand that she's a bit vulnerable right now and she's going through a lot at this point. It's hard for someone like Rose to trust trust a man like Scorpius. She's just trying to protect herself and avoid getting hurt. Rest assured though that he will find out soon and it may not be pretty especially when their families finds out.

Again, I apologize for any grammer or spelling errors. I've been writing non-stop today and my mind is a little fried at the moment. If you do spot any mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix them right up. Thanks.