Hello my lovelies! I hope you're having a good Saturday! I know I am. I have something for you guys. A NEW CHAPTER! Hurray! I'm really happy about all of the amazing and positive reviews. I'm almost at 100 reviews! That is amazing! Especially since this is my first story ever! I am so grateful for the support. I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!

Mr. Davenport's POV

When Bree sneezed, I froze. My mind was racing. Three bionic super humans that have never been sick in their lives are sick!? What am I going to do!? This isn't good! Ok, ok, Calm down. Just stay calm. Everything's going to be perfectly fine. I look at Bree. I slowly walk up to her. She smiles. Why is she smiling? I give her a confused look. After that, she bursts out laughing. Why would she be laughing!? What is going on!?

"You guys are so gullible!" She says between laughs.

I'm going to kill her. I look over at the rest of my family. It looked like they had the exact same idea as me.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS BREE!?" Chase screams at her. Of course, that scream is followed by a long and loud cough. Poor guy. I was about to say the same thing but he beat me to it. She finally stopped laughing. She looks at us and her smile slowly fades.

"Guys, it was just a joke. Calm down..."

"Bree, that wasn't funny!" I snapped at her. She really needs a new sense of humour. "You really scared me!"

"Oh my god! You're overreacting! What's the big deal? I faked a sneeze. I was just trying to lighten up the room." She explains to us.

"The big deal is that I've already got two sick kids and I don't need a third one!" I responded. She just doesn't get it!

"Oh well I'm sorry for trying to be funny. My bad." She snaps at me. She doesn't look to happy about this. "Oh but don't worry, it won't happen again. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Before I even have time to think, she's gone. Damn that super speed! I'm about to run after her, even though I know I probably won't find her, but I feel my arm being pulled back. I turn around to see Tasha, holding my wrist. She looks at me.

"I think she needs some time alone to think." I sigh, "come on, let's leave Chase and Adam sleep. I'll make some coffee and hot cocoa upstairs."

I nod. She, Leo and I head upstairs and leave the boys to sleep. Although I doubt they'll sleep now...

I just really hope Bree's ok...

Bree's POV

I just couldn't take it anymore. There angry and judgemental stairs, the horrible atmosphere. It was just too much. I just ran. I ran and ran and ran. I didn't know where I was going and to be honest, I really didn't care. I ran until I just couldn't take it anymore. When I finally stopped, I bent down, putting my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I had actually never run that long in my life. I've also never been this exhausted either. I just really wanted to go home and lay on the couch but I just couldn't bring myself to go back home. I know I have to go back home eventually, but it's just too soon.

After about five minutes of catching my breath and trying to wake up my legs, I finally look around me. My surroundings are very unfamiliar. I have no Idea where I am. But what I do know is that I'm somewhere where there's a lot of dry dirt. Which could basically be anywhere. I don't really care where I am right now though. As long as I'm not where my family is.

I see a small and quaint coffee shop across the street from me. I had a small amount of money in my pocket. I could probably go for a cup of coffee. I defiantly need a boost of energy.

As I walk into the cafe. I can see that it wasn't very popular. There were only two people sitting at the same table together. But from what they were wearing, I could tell that they worked here. It doesn't really help that the cafe is in the middle of nowhere. I sat down at one of the small tables and sighed.

"Somethin' on your mind pretty lady?" Someone with a very thick southern accent asked me. I turn around to see a man. He looked about Mr. Davenport's age. He was wearing a shirt that I'm guessing use to be white, but it was so full of stains that I just can't tell. His shirt barley covered his humongous, hairy belly. Very unflattering. His pants were so tight that he had them unbuttoned. Clearly he needs some new pants. He also had a big thick grey beard yet no hair on the top of his head. If all the waiters look like this, then I know exactly why there isn't any business here.

"Oh, um... Ha, is it that obvious?" He chuckles.

"Yea, ya look worried yet confused 'bout somethin'. Anythin' I can help ya'll with?"

"No thanks. It's just family stuff. No big deal." As much as I would love some advice about this whole situation right now, I don't think it's a good idea to start blabbing about my life to some stranger.

"It don't seem like no big deal." He says a little concerned. Why would he be concerned about some random costumer? "I don't wanna get all up in ya business but, did somethin' ya'll have a fight or somethin'?"

"Kind of, yea..." I responded, a little uncomfortable.

"Let me tell you a little story." He tells me while sitting down on the chair in front of me. I shift uncomfortably. Why is he so concerned?

"Ten years ago, me and my little brother wanted to get an apartment together down by city. He was a little irresponsible so he didn't have enough money. Unlike me. So we got in here's huge fight and we haven't spoken since. I ain't gonna give ya'll all the details but now I got no family and no money. I work here in the broke cafe with no costumers."

I look at him. Completely surprised. I really don't want something like that to happen to my family...

"Can I give ya a piece of advice?" He asks me. I slowly nod. He smiles.

"Don't let this here fight tear ya'll apart. Ya need them more then ya think. Even though they may annoying and stuff, Ya'll regret not havin' them in the future. I know I do." A tear slips down his cheek. I could feel my eyes tearing up but i push the tears back. "No matter how mad ya are right now, ya'll regret not puttin' that stupid fight behind ya'll."

Wow. I never thought I could enter an old and almost out of business cafe and meet this weird looking waiter who would give me advice about life and my family. I give him a grateful smile.

"You know what," I said getting up from my chair, "You're right. Thank you."

He smiles back at me, getting up as well.

"Welcome. Anythin' to help a lovely little lady such as yourself." He answers walking back to the back of the cafe.

Guess I know what to do now. I exit the coffee shop and super speed back home. Once I get home, I walk up to the front door. I put my hand on the door handle and excel all the nervous energy in my body.

'Here we go' I say as I open the door and walk in.

And done. Hope you guys aren't to mad about the fact that Bree isn't actually sick. Happy late April fools! Sorry about that. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update again tomorrow but maybe I can make time. Hopefully. Hope you enjoyed it! Review, favourite and follow! Love you all!