Later that night Alyssa way lying on the couch looking at the picture of her mom and dad as teenagers. Amy came into the living room and cleared her throat. "Time for bed, Alyssa."

Alyssa sighed and closed the almost-empty photo album then stood up and yawned. "Okay, night," she said before giving her mom a quick hug and heading off to the room she used when she visited her grandparents.

Amy sat on the couch and ran a hand through her dark hair. "I wish you were here Remus," she said quietly. "I wish you could meet your daughter."

"Talking to yourself isn't healthy," said Rose as she came into the living room. "I knew it; I knew he was the father."

"Mother, I—"

"Of course, I've known for years," Rose added. "When you gave your father and me your explanation, you'd said that you'd gone to that bar at the end of November and that you and Remus hadn't . . . fooled around through the whole month of October."

"Yes, but what does that have to do with—"

You got your months mixed up, dear; October comes before November, not after. I'm sure what you meant to say was you'd gone to that bar at the end of October and you two had been abstinent during November."

Amy opened her mouth to argue but closed it again as she thought it through. Damn. There was a reason Amy didn't like to lie; she almost always screwed it up somehow.

"Even if you'd told it right," Rose continued, "We would've caught on sooner or later. In all my years I've only ever seen two people with that eye color, my granddaughter and your ex-fiancée. The resemblance is remarkable." A beat of silence. "Why haven't you even given her a name? You know so much about him and I'm sure she'd want to know as much about him as possible."

Amy shook her head. "I don't want to hurt her. If I give in and tell Alyssa everything about him, she might get the false hope of meeting him."

"Why would that be a false hope?"

"It's been eleven years, Mother; what chance does she have of ever seeing him?" She stood up. "Besides, he made it very clear that he didn't want me in his life, and I doubt that's changed."

"Well, it's been a long time," Rose said gently. "Who knows? Maybe if you two ever meet up again, you'll find out that Remus has been missing you just as much as you've been missing him."

"Yeah . . . . . Maybe."

Neither one of them noticed Alyssa listening to them from her place on the staircase. Since she was a werewolf, her hearing was really good and she caught every word. She learned two things from eavesdropping on her mother and grandmother.

First, her mother shouldn't lie; from what she heard, the lie about Alyssa's father was hastily put together and full of holes.

Second, Alyssa finally knew her father's name.

A/N: Two updates in one night . . . . . wow.