Paul's hands were tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. The two front windows were rolled all the way down to comfort the seven kids stuffed into the back. At first, it seemed like a good idea to go drive around and look at Christmas lights, but now, he was sort of regretting it. He grunted as Shawn punched him in the arm, belting out his rendition of 'Jingle Bell Rock' along with the radio.

This has to be what hell is like, he thought to himself while driving slowly down the street. He was freezing, even with the scarf, beanie and heavy jacket, "yo, you okay?" Shawn must have noticed the angry glare on his face, "do you not really like Christmas?"

"No, I hate Christmas," Paul snapped back, "I hate Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years."

"Oh," Shawn nodded, "you mind if I ask why?" He whispered over the screaming kids, "you're like Stephanie's boyfriend aren't you? Christmas is Stephanie's favorite holiday, she goes all out for it."

Paul cautiously smiled, "oh, Stephanie and I aren't dating, we used to, a long time ago, but we're just friends now."

"She seemed pretty adoring of you when I talked to her on the phone, how long ago did you guys date?"

"I dated Emma and Olivia's mom before they were born, and then I started dating Stephanie a couple years after their mother married their father."

Emma leaned forward, listening to as much as she could hear, waiting to see if Paul knew anything. She jumped when Olivia slapped her in the arm, "what?"

"Stop it Emma," she bit her lip, "I don't want to know anything, I was fine with the way everything was."

"I was, but now I've been thinking, I need to know more. Stephanie can't keep this from us forever, its not fair, what if he's really our father, we should get to know."

"I don't want him to be our father, we barely know him, he's just some guy Stephanie dated when she was younger, now he's back because he's probably a dog who didn't realize what he had until it was too late."

"Grandpa made them break-up because he didn't like Paul. That's what Stephanie told us the day he came Christmas shopping with us," she glanced up at him again, "I don't mind him that much, he's like one of those older guys who are still pretty cool. We saw what music he listens to, he wears jeans and band T-shirts all the time, he rocks a ponytail still. He seems pretty cool to me."

Olivia sat back in her seat, glaring at her sister, "I don't care, I still don't think what you think."

Emma rolled her eyes, then sat up in her seat and began to listen in on Paul's conversation. She couldn't understand why she really did want him to be her father. She had so many questions for both Paul and her aunt Stephanie, like if they even knew anything about the whole situation.

Shawn turned around in the front seat, smiling seeing all the kids' bright faces in the glow of multicolored Christmas lights, "Emma, are you okay?" He squinted his eyes, spotting her in the back seat, lost in deep thought. In a split second, he looked into her eyes and couldn't help but to gasp and quickly turn back around.

"What?" Paul noticed Shawn's odd reaction, "what's wrong with you?"

Shawn glanced at him, waiting for their eyes to meet, "what do you mean what's wrong with me?"

"You freaked out right now," Paul gave him a puzzled look, "something happened, what's wrong?"

"I just thought about something, it didn't have anything to do with anyone here, sorry," he waited for Paul to look at him again, and once he did, he built up the whole story in his head, Emma and Olivia have to be Paul's daughters.

Once they got back home, Shawn unbuckled a sleeping Derek from the car, he picked him up, then grabbed Blaine's hand, Charlotte stood close to him, looking expectantly at Olivia.

"Shawn, do you think it would be okay if Charlotte stayed at our house tonight? Us girls want to have a sleepover."

Paul stared at her, wide-eyed, "don't I get any say in this? No one asked me."

"Its just one more person, you already have four girls here, what's one more?" Olivia sneered, "is it okay with you?"

He was taken aback by her attitude, "I guess so," he watched the five girls walk towards Shawn's house, "well, I'll make sure they go to bed at a somewhat reasonable time."

Shawn nodded, "thanks for driving us around town, I'll talk to you tomorrow, I have to get these guys to bed," he turned and disappeared behind his truck.

"How'd it go?" Stephanie asked, "was it fun or was it horrible?" She laughed, her voice making Paul smile, "Shawn's nice huh?"

"Yeah, he's pretty cool, it wasn't that bad I guess," he sat down at the kitchen table, "all of the girls decided that they were having a sleepover tonight. Five girls, in one house."

"I told Emma and Olivia to wait until I got back," she sighed, "are you gonna be okay? You could have said no to them."

"They didn't ask me, they asked Shawn in front of me, that was it. Olivia snapped at me a little bit, has she told you anything about not liking me?"

"They're upset with the fact that I had you come over to stay with them, I wanted you guys to get to know each other."

He nodded, "and why is that? What are you planning?"

After a long pause, she giggled, "I'm not planning anything. I just think it would be good that they get to know you, just in case."

"Just in case of what?" He lowered his voice, "Stephanie?"

The way her name came rolling off his tongue made her melt. She reminisced back to when she was younger, sixteen years old, the night she gave him everything in the backseat of his parents' truck, "I think we can have a little talk once I get back home."

"What do we need to talk about?" He flirted to make her talk more, "why can't we talk now?" He dropped the phone facedown on the kitchen table as the five girls walked in, led by Emma.

"What are you doing in here?" Emma watched him fumble around on the table for the phone, "who are you talking to?" She opened the refrigerator door, still staring at him.

He held the phone back up to his ear, "Stephanie, I'll talk to you tomorrow or something," he waited for her to say goodbye, "bye," he hung up, keeping his face from turning red.

Olivia looked him over, from head to toe, then swiftly left, a pouty look on her face, she ran upstairs and threw her purse on her bed, only to lay on top of it and curl up into a ball to cry.