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AN: For those of you who just skipped ahead looking for the next chapter, you might be confused. Becasue yes, this is the same chapter. Like I said for the previous chapter, my computor freaked out on me and did something funky to my chapters. I finally got them all straightened out, so for those of you who caught that this chapter didn't exactly fit right, good job! If you are looking for the new chapter, got to CHAPTER 5, its the one that got skipped in uploading. So sorry, but it should all clear up now!

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Sonny's POV

Okay, so what had just happened there? Oh, right, an extremely hot make out session with my extremely hot boyfriend. Damn. Pardon my cussing please. But really, you understand right? Anyways, I peered into the light oven to see how Chad's…"cookies"….were turning out for myself. Basically, they were a huge pan of gooey mess. A lot like the mud pies I used to make when I was five.

"Chad honey, those aren't cookies…" I said, holding back my laughter and not daring to look at him, because I knew if I did, I would lose it.

"I know." He said, a little sadly. I turned my head and saw him, shuffling his feet, with his brows furrowed in a serious way. "Wait!" He said, snapping his head up and brightening. "Do you have ice-cream?"

"Yea, why?" I wasn't sure where he was going with this.

"Give it to me." He said.

"How do you ask?" I said, crossing my arms and using my 'Mom' voice.

"Please." He said grumpily. I moved to the fridge and took the ice-cream out from above it in the freezer.

"Here." I said holding it out.

"Thanks." Chad rushed out, and then whipped around to take a bowl down from one of my cabinets. I watched him scrape a dollop of ice-cream into it, and then turn to take out his "cookies" which he then also scraped into the bowl. He mixed the two junk foods together until he was satisfied and let out a "Ta-da!"

"What is it now?" I asked, peering into the bowl.

"Cookie dough ice-cream." Chad grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Oh, of course!" I said, like it was obvious but of course it wasn't. What was inside the bowl was a lump of slowly melting ice-cream, with molten "cookie".

"Sonny." Chad said, smiling but with a new twinkle in his eye.

"Yeah?" I asked warily.

"Try it." He held out a spoon that he must have grabbed from one of my drawers.

"Oh, well you should really try it first, you made it."I insisted.

"No, no. You do it." He grinned wider.

"You're the guest." I pointed out.

"You're who I made this for." He put on this cute angelic face, which had to have been fake, but he looked so sweet…

"I-I…" Quite honestly, I was frickin' afraid of what might be in those cookies, and how I would end up reacting to them.

"You know you want to.." Chad teased me holding the spoon filled with dripping goo out to me. I didn't want to.

"I…." The spoon was so close to my face now that I had to cross my eyes to see it.

"Sonny." Chad chuckled, moving the spoon away. "You don't have to eat it." His grin was back again, and he looked at me amused.

"Wha-what?" I stuttered out.

"I was kidding, this probably tastes disgusting." He said eyeing it suspiciously. I watched him sniff it, then shrug and put the spoonful of… whatever, into his mouth. He chewed, looking thoughtful. "Actually, it's not bad. Kind of melted though…"

"I can't believe you ate that." I said.

"Do you doubt my cooking abilities?" He asked me, looking down at me.

"Yes. I really really do." He laughed, and shook his head.

"You're smart to do that." He moved to wrap his arms around me room behind, and nuzzle his head into my shoulder. I was just getting comfortable when I had this eerie feeling, mixed with that feeling you get when you know you are about to get a call. I tensed up, waiting for the phone in my pocket to start vibrating, or blaring Enrique Iglesias; I wasn't sure what my phone was set to at the moment. "What's wrong?" Chad asked, feeling me grow frigid. All of a sudden, I Like It was screaming from my pocket. I fumbled to take out my phone, and Chad released me.

"When did you change your ringtone from the cows?" He asked me, but I waved him off and signaled him to be quiet while I glanced at the screen before answering. Unknown number.

"Hello?" I answered briskly, probably not a good idea, and I felt that foreboding feeling grab hold of me.

"Sonny. Wow, I haven't heard from you in a long time." The voice stirred very foggy memories in my mind, seen through the blurry eyes of a young child. I knew the voice. I didn't want to know the voice. I didn't want to be hearing the voice. But I was, and wasn't sure what to do.

"You still there?" It asked.

"Yeah." I managed out. Barely.

"Oh, good. Wow, you sound so old, I've seen pictures of you on magazines and such, but I still can't believe that it's really you." I was in shock, and I could feel my jaw slacken, my mouth slightly agape. I shuddered, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chad's face, and his blue eyes glued to me with a worried expression plastered to his face.

"Sonny." Chad said, stepping towards me. I didn't move, or acknowledge he was there. "Sonny." He said again, and at the same time I heard the deep voice on the other line.

"Hello? Sonny, do we have a bad connection?" I didn't do a single thing, or move a single muscle. I was trapped in my memories, and frozen in the present time. I felt my phone being taken from my hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but can Sonny call you back? Now isn't a very good time." He said in an even tone, and I couldn't hear what the voice said back but Chad replied with. "Alright, thank you." Then my phone snapped shut, and that noise brought me back. And my shaking consumed me. I crossed my arms over each other, and squinted my eyes closed; they were rapidly filling with tears. Chad's arms encircled me, I know he was confused, but he realized I needed comforting, so he didn't ask any questions right away.

I let his strong arms lead me to my couch in the living room, and then sit me down, where he shortly joined me, and pulled me onto his lap and against his chest.

"I've got you." He said, softly. "I'm here." He didn't say 'It's okay.' Because he didn't know if everything was okay, and that's what I loved about him. He wasn't making false reassurances, he was simply being there for me, and letting me know that.

I let the tears go, and they streamed down my face, landing on Chad's shirt and soaking in. I cried silently, not making any noise, but the whole time Chad stroked my hair and back, calming me with soft noses, making his presence known, and showing me that I wasn't alone.

I wasn't sure how long it was that I cried, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour or more, but neither of us moved from our spot on the couch. When the tears stopped falling, and we were simply breathing slowly together, Chad venture out to ask me the question that had probably been burning inside of him sense I answered the phone.

"Sonny." He said slowly, and I looked at him, trying to focus on his eyes and not anything else.

"I have to know." Blue.

"You probably don't want to talk about it." Deep blue puddles.

"But I'm worried about you, and I want to know why you are so upset." The ocean. The sky. Blue birds. Blue-berries. Raspberry jolly ranchers. What else was blue?

"So…." My bathroom wall, Hanukah lights, tropical fish?

"Who was that on the phone?" I broke my gaze, his eyes weren't working. I thought about my options; I could run away, give him the silent treatment, yell at him for prying? NO, that would all end up hurting him, and he was being so patient and calm with me. I took a deep breath.

" My," I gulped, I hadn't said the word for a long time.

"My Dad."

Suddenly I was four again.

"Sonny!" He called, and I looked up from where I was playing in the yard by my play set and swings. "It's dinner!"

"Coming Daddy!" I shouted back, and took off from my spot under the shady trees. The house was different, toys were scattered around, and a nine year old David came pounding down the stairs as I entered the hallway.

"Watch it Son!" He sneered, and shoved past me, making me kit the wall in his wake.

"Hey! David! Mommy!" I yelled, stomping my foot.

"I didn't do anything!" David shouted too.

I waited for my Mom or Dad to shout back at us to knock it off, but I didn't hear anything but hushed voices from the kitchen. I say David creep forward and crouch against the ground by the doorway to the kitchen and stay perfectly still. I could tell something was up. I toddled over to him, and in my best whisper voice said;

"What is it?"

"Shhh!" David hushed back as me, so I went quiet and copied his position at the doorway. I don't think I understood what it was I was hearing.

"Connie, just stop it okay?" I heard my Dad say in his burly voice.

"Stop what Mike? Caring? Wondering where you are all the time?" My Mom shot back. Oh, they were just fighting again.

"Sure, you could do that. It would make it a whole lot easier." He hissed.

"I bet it would, then you could go off and pretend that you are fifteen years younger, and don't have a wife or kids anymore. Live the perfect life you always wanted." I had never heard my Mom speak so darkly before.

"Yeah, that is my perfect life. I did this all for you. And I thought it would make you happy; getting married, having kids. But that's not enough for you!"

"It's not enough because that isn't a real family Mike! You are supposed to want to be a family, that's what marring me and having David and Sonny meant!"

"To you maybe, to me it just seems like a hassle all the time." My dad said dryly.

"A hassle? Really a hassle? Oh yeah, because you are home so often." My Mom turned away from my Dad, staring out a big window.

"Well when I am home, they never leave me alone! And you just sit here nagging me!" I saw my Dad's fist clench.

"They don't leave you alone because they miss you. They try to take advantage of the time they do get to spend with you. I nag you because I'm worried about our kids growing up without a father." She took a shaky breath. "That's what I'm constantly afraid of." She turned back around so that David and I could see her face, and it was tear streaked and tired looking.

"Well don't worry anymore. Because it doesn't have to be a fear. It can just be a reality for you." I heard a gasp next to me, and saw David's mouth drop open, his brown hair drooping over his eyes which were stormy. "I'm done."

"Mike! How could you just walk away?" She moved forward and grabbed his arm, her voice now pleading. "They love you, and need you. Don't you understand that?" My Dad shook his arm away from her.

"Sure I understand that. They are little; they love and need anything and everything. But unlike you, I'm not attached to this whole 'family' charade." I felt David move next to me, and watched him stand and walk into the room.

"Say it." He taunted my Dad. "Tell me you don't want us. Tell her-" He pointed behind him at my head that was peeking from around the corner. "You don't care." David was tall for a nine year old, but he was still much smaller then my Dad, but I would realize, and so would David to his dismay later in life, that he would end up looking a lot like him. The dark brown hair, brown eyes, long lashes, and strong jaw. David hated being so similar to him, because he didn't want to end up the same.

"I don't want a family. I never did." He said to David, blinking slowly, and speaking in an even tone. Then he turned his head to me, sitting on the floor by the door, staring up at him with eyes that also matched his, that was the only thing I ended up getting from him. " I don't care." I didn't understand the context he said those words in, but I could sense something was serious, and I felt m eyes well up with tears. They dripped slowly down my face, and I dropped my gaze from my Dad to the hardwood floor beneath me.

"I'm leaving." My Dad said, and he stepped heavy footed out of the room, down the hallway and to the front door. He didn't take anything with him but his wallet and his car keys. I quickly got up, and stumbled my way to the door, by the time I got there he was down the driveway.

"Daddy!" I shouted, pushing open the screen door and struggling my way outside. "Daddy!" I started down the walkway from our front door, and tried to run to catch up. "Dad!" I shouted again, and I saw him look back, just one time. I thought he was waiting for me, but I was wrong and he turned back to his car and started it up. I was still running on my chubby toddler legs, when I felt arms around me.

"No Sonny." David said, picking me up, and carrying me back to the house.

"Where is he going?" I asked him.

"I don't know." He said calmly, shutting and locking door behind us when we got back inside.

"When is he coming back?" I asked, trying to get answers.

"He's not Son. He's never coming back."

David looked so grown up there, and had such this serious measure to his gaze that I undoubtedly believed him. And always did. But now, I wasn't so sure.

I hope the story makes sense for you all now, again, really sorry about that!

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