Disclaimer: (pause)Really? Look at the other six chapters. I'm sooo tired. *whine* *complain*

A/N: IT'S THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALLLL BEEN WAITING FOR! The box shall be revealed to Gwen…all in Gwen's POV. *sigh* I can't help it. Gwen's character is more easier to get into and a character I can relate to. You know…without all the cool powers and the roguish-charmed-jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold boyfriend. Etc. So I will stop wasting your time with these shenanigans and you can get into the box more. So read!

Chapter Seven

:Gwen's POV:

When Ben was knocked out by his own clumsiness, Kevin decided to finally tell me his little secret surprise. As Grandpa Max carried Ben to the living room and Julie prepared his ice pack, Kevin told me to go to my room and he'll be there in a moment.

When I walked into the room, my heart started to flutter around in my chest, a bunch of thoughts stampeding into my head. I imagined what he was going to do. Was he going to do something completely romantic? Sure, Kevin wasn't entirely a romantic, but he did do a lot of sweet things.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked fine, but my cheeks looked a little red. I looked away, taking a deep breath. All I had to do was relax. Whatever Kevin had planned, I had to be ready for it.

Kevin walked into the room, carrying a wooden box. He closed the door behind him and sat on my bed.

"So, what's with the box now?" I asked, keeping my tone light. I sat down next to him and he handed me the box wordlessly. I took it, examining it. It was a smooth maple with a golden clasp. It reminded me of one of those music or jewelry boxes that I had when I was a child. "What is it?"

"Open it and you can find out." He spoke so softly that I felt my heart sink a little. He sounded so saddened. This was something that was precious to him. And he wanted to show it to me.

I felt better almost. I was being included it something that belonged to him. My heart trembling, I opened the clasp and looked inside. There were old papers and pictures, aged with time. I picked through it and my eyes caught something.

It was a picture with a cute looking couple on it, surrounded by friends and family. The picture looked twenty years old, the couple dressed up in bridal wear. The girl had long black hair that reached her waist and warm brown eyes. She wore a beautiful, sleek white dress holding white, yellow and red roses. The man next to her looked handsome with short black hair slicked back and a tuxedo. He had warm brown eyes as well and a nice, confident smile on his face. He looked really familiar…

Then it hit me.

"Your father and your mother's wedding." It came out in a breath. I was speechless. I looked up at him, seeing that Kevin had that same smile that matched his father's in the picture.

"I found it when I was looking through my closet. I was cleaning out stuff and I came across this. This stuff all belongs to my dad. Pictures, notes, journal entries…it all belongs to my dad."

I looked at the wedding picture again, noticing another familiar face. "Grandpa Max. He went to their wedding too."

"Yeah. All the other guys are my Mom's family. My dad didn't have a lot of family with him because he was on Earth on for a mission. When he met my mom he…wanted to stay here longer." He smiled. "My mom's told me a lot about my dad. There's a lot of stories in my mind that I remember. It's almost like they're imprinted in my brain…and no small brain jokes please. I get that enough."

I smiled a little, though inside, there were so many emotions that were scrambled up and I couldn't settle on one. I didn't know whether to hug him or cry. He was letting me into his life, something that I had wished for so many times before.

"C'mon. Look at another one. I've only really looked at a few."

I nodded and with slight trembling hands, I picked up a small notebook. The cover's color looked like the sun had bleached it and the water had wrinkled it. It felt and looked like leather. "What's the cover made of?"

"Dunno. Leather maybe?"

"That's what I'm thinking." I opened it up to the first page. I guessed that the handwriting belonged to Devin Levin's. It wasn't messy or too elegant. It was simple, clean and easy to read. The words were all in English. "Your father was a full Osmosian right?"

"Yep."

"So he still knew English?"

"Yeah. My Mom told me that my Dad spoke fluently in a lot of languages. And not just human languages. He was fluent in every language that exists in the universe. Besides Latin. That's a dead language."

I smiled. "That's amazing. It's taken me three years in school to learn French."

"His foster father taught him every day." Devin's father died? There was a gruesome irony in that that I tried to brush off my thoughts. "And Osmosian time is different than ours. A day here is two days there. It doubles."

I froze. "So wait…your mother was seventeen and he was-"

He cut me off, laughing. He shook his head. "It may sound a little weird, but he was still considered young as an Osmosian."

I grimanced, imaging an old man and a young teenager having a kid, then I shook it off. After thinking it through, I knew that Kevin was right (yes, I know, it sounds amazing but every once in awhile, you're surprised by what he actually knows). I needed to read through the notebook, know more about Kevin's father.

I read the first entry.

Today we went to the hospital to check on Olivia. For what, I am not sure. She seems anxious. I am still confused about the human ways, so there may be something I'm not sure of. She said she wanted me to begin to write today in this journal. Whatever is going on, she had better tell me soon. I am also starting to become anxious.

I knew the instant I began to read. "This is when your mom was pregnant."

"I've heard about this before," he nodded, leaning in to look over my shoulder. "Read the next entry."

I finally received the news that Olivia is pregnant. I'm confused with my emotions right now. I feel excited and happy, but I am also worried. I feel great to have a child of which I can call my own, someone that can look up to me and call me a father. Then there is also the conflict of having a human child that may have my abilities. What would happen in Olivia's womb? What would happen when the baby is born? Is the child going to lose control of its powers and potential hurt itself.

Whatever may happen, I know I will be there for him, no matter what may happen. This is my child. I know that my father did not live long enough to see me move here and become an official Plumber, but I know he was there to support me. I was his son. I am his son. And this child that will be born into this world will be mine and I will become the same father that both my mentor and my real father were to me.

I smiled, that bittersweet feeling calming my heart down. "He really loved you."

"He did." Kevin looked at me, his dark eyes seeming to shimmer. "He really did."

My heart ached. This was Kevin. He never really showed his true side to anyone except for me when he wanted to be that sweet romantic that I always saw in the movies with him. But this…the emotion he was showing now was something he had wanted to hide for the longest time. He really didn't want to break that metaphoric wall that surrounded him. He wanted that defenseless side well hidden, always showing confidence and a big smirk on his face.

That wall was broken, that defenseless flood pouring into my life.

I dropped the notebook on my lap and squeezed him tight. His hard, tense muscles seemed to relax under my touch and his big hands rested at the small of my back. I felt his head lie on my shoulder and a soft, shuddering sigh escaped from his lips. "Oh Kevin…" I sighed. "He would want you to look at all these things. Your mother knew that you would love this and your father agreed to it. Sure, he probably had no idea that he was going to have a child but…" I trailed off, not knowing what left to say.

Kevin just took a few deep breaths trying to steady himself. After a moment or two, he pulled away. He looked at me with a nice smile, the one that would make me forget to breathe and wish we were the only people left in the world. "This was a…gift from me to you. I know you said that you didn't want any gifts being handed out, but I wanted to show you this."

I couldn't produce the words. "I think I should be the one thanking you." "It's no problem." Come on, dammit Gwen! Say something. "Um…it's no problem." I tried again, clearing my throat. "It's no problem and…I think I should be the one thanking you." There. Was that too hard to say?

He rose an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I…I just…You're allowing me to see this. All of this." I gestured toward the box. "I would think that you would want to keep this to yourself. This is…your life."

He paused. "What would make you think that I would keep anything away from you?"

"You had a past Kevin. There are still probably some things in your life that you can't tell me about."

"I know. But this…I can show you this, can't I?"

He smiled at me again. I smiled back.

For the next hour or so we started going through his father's notebook, his arm around my waist and his chin propped up on my shoulder as I read things aloud. From what I read, I learned that Devin was a great father. He took notes on everything about the human child, saying how much he would nurture the child and teach it so many amazing things about the universe. If the child had his abilities, he would teach it that way it could control his powers. Then he talked about names for the child. He was glad to have a son and was stuck to the name Kevin Ethan Levin, the name translating to handsome, strong and beloved friend. When he talked about Kevin's birth, it brought tears to my eyes. And I almost saw a tear at the corner of Kevin's eye too.

Once we finished the journal, we started going through pictures. There were pictures of Kevin as a baby, a soft, rose colored baby that had round brown eyes and a beautiful smile. The naked pictures of him in the tub were pretty hilarious as Kevin was trying to grab them out of my hands. Then there were loose leaf sheets of paper with quotes on them. There were a few that I really loved.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

If the relationship of father to son could be really reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons.

Good fathers make good sons.

After some time, we lost track of it and footsteps pounded up the stairs. The door swung open with a rather annoyed Ben holding a comically large ice pack to his head. "You know, it's hard to get through to fact when you hurt your head and it's pounding like a freakin' drum. Combine that with the fact that I have had no idea what was going on up here, scaring the utter freaking crap out of me, and you get one seriously P.O'd Ben. So tell me. What the hell have you been doin' up here for the past two hours?"

After assuring him it was nothing ,saying that we'd join him shortly and shooing him out of the room, Kevin gave me a big hug. "Well, we went through everything. Would you…like to keep it? You know…look through everything some more?"

"No, it's fine." I put everything back in the box neatly and handed the box back to him, offering the most thankful smile that I could put out. "Besides. It belongs to you."

He grinned, put the box back on my bed and gave me a kiss right on the lips. It was a soft kiss, gently moving against mine. We both disconnected with a small sigh and held each others hands as we walked downstairs to join the others.

A/N: YEYYYY! More info of the box has been revealed! *sigh* I really hope I made you guys happy. It's been a royal pain in the ass. Yesterday I was exercising on the bike and I accidentally broke the foot pedal strap without even noticing it. Then when Mom came down to use it she was all "WTF?" brought my step dad with her to double her unnecessary rage and grounded me from the laptop and my iPod. Which unsettled me to say in the very least. So I've finished this chapter in an hour and I really want to know what you think! And I heard a suggestion that I may do for an extra in this story :D Truth or Dare! (thanks mednin). So when you review, add suggestions ('cause I suck with ideas with truth or dare D: ). The more the reviews the more the chance of an extra chapter. Stay tuned for some more stories!