Dawnstar94 - Hey, no problem! Welcome back. I googled your username because I meant to PM you to say thanks for all the reviews on WL? but I think you had disabled them? Never mind, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Cornadopia - Stupid Simon. I should make Rosaline pwn him.

Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I'm doing this project as part of a qualification with my school, and I had to get loads done last night and didn't have a chance to update. I have exams coming up soon, so as a warning, I might not update as regularly. Well, anyway, enough of that. Kind of a sad chapter today, because of the first part, but then it's baby Eliseo's POV!

Later that night, after Benvolio had berated Mercutio for soaking him and Eliseo, he woke up. The room was dark, no light penetrated through under the door or curtains. Benvolio lay for a while, wondering what had disturbed him. He was used to disturbed sleep – after all, he had Eliseo. But Eliseo took after him, and being disruptive wasn't his usual behaviour. And Benvolio could only hear his soft, rhythmic breathing.

When he realised it wasn't Eliseo crying for his parents, he heard the soft muffled sobbing. That was Hermia. Benvolio's beating heart slowed in anguish. Slowly, so as not to disturb her, he rolled over to face her. Her back was turned to him.

He knew why she preferred not to talk to her friends and family and cry to herself. For someone who's middle name was Girl Power, Benvolio knew Hermia felt more embarrassed than haunted by what had taken place a year ago. It did sting when she brushed him off, but it was her decision.

Mentally, he cursed Demetrius to hell and back. The arse was in prison now for 'shooting Tybalt' even though it had been Gabriel who'd shot him. The Capulets had arranged the whole thing, given the police false statements, and Benvolio had also heard of some financial arrangements put into place. He hadn't listened to anymore, as his concern was for Hermia and Eliseo's welfare, rather than revenge schemes.

Slowly, silently, he scooted over in the bed to be closer to her. His hand reached out, and lay itself on her shoulder.

"Ssh...it's all right, Hermia, I'm here" he murmured quietly.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter" He stroked her shoulder and her arm soothingly.

"Sorry"

"No, don't apologize, it's all right. There, there. What was it this time? A nightmare?"

"No, no, just emotional. Moving here, the stress, trying to afford everything, like the bills here and the wedding. I miss my dad, I miss Juliet. It's weird waking up in here rather than being back home. And I'm pretty sure I lost some CDs in the move. I know it's petty, but I lost my copy of Little Earthquakes, and I love that album"

"There, there, I'll buy you another. Don't worry about the money at all. Your dad is paying half of Eliseo's stuff, and so's my dad. He said he'd pay it all, remember? We're fine for money. And you can go back and stay with Egues anytime you want. Just let me know and I'll drive you back. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes" Hermia nodded. Then she sighed "What did I do to deserve you?"

"What did I do to deserve you?" repeated Benvolio. He kissed her forehead, but missed due to the dark and the fact he wasn't wearing his glasses, and instead kissed her eye.

"You need some bulls eye practise!" Hermia wiped her eye dry, and then let Benvolio wrap his arms around her so they could get back to sleep. He cuddled up so closely, that they resembled two spoons curved together in a draw.

"Let's get some sleep. God knows what time Mercutio will wake up this time tomorrow..."

And so that was how the next few days progressed. They chilled out, they spent time together, they went and looked around the sights. Mercutio behaved himself whilst in the presence of Benvolio, however, whenever his back was turned, he would start performing some ridiculous demented dance.

Eliseo settled into his new home comfortably. If he woke up early, and if he wasn't hungry, and he didn't need his nappy changed, and his mummy and daddy were still tired, he got to have a cuddle with his Uncle Wooshy-wo! Uncle Wooshy-wo was never tired, and would always play with him. Or, if Eliseo was tired, his Uncle Wooshy-wo would tell him a story about Queen Mab. Eliseo loved stories all about the fairies, although he was a bit worried they'd steal him and put a changeling child in his place. But at least Uncle Wooshy-wo would protect him.

He missed his grandpas and Aunty Juliet and Uncle Romeo though. He couldn't decide which of his grandpa's he liked best. Grandpa Anthony would crawl on the floor and play rough-tough and tumble games with him, whereas Grandpa Egues would bounce him on his knee and actually take a break from his work.

One morning, he was sitting in his high chair, and his Aunty Allegra was feeding him. Eliseo liked his Aunty Allegra. She had lovely blonde hair that he could pull on whenever he felt like it, and she was funny and always made Uncle Tibby cross. Eliseo didn't see his Uncle Tibby often, but he didn't like him that much because he was so grumpy, so it didn't matter.

"So anyways, are we ever going to go see Tibbles?" asked Mercutio "I want to see him and I want to annoy him. I'm getting withdrawal symptoms"

"Noy noy!" Eliseo shouted.

"Noy noy to you too!" cooed Aunty Allegra. He didn't understand why they always did that. What Eliseo had meant was that he wanted to annoy his Uncle Tibby as well. Unless, of course, Aunty Allegra wanted to annoy him, but Eliseo doubted that.

"Yeah, we should totally invite them to a public place like a restaurant and embarrass them or something. Rosaline would hate that" snorted his mummy.

"Don't be harsh" replied his daddy, drinking some stuff that was called tea.

"It's funny!" protested his mummy.

"It's mean! Tybalt's been nicer, anyway" his daddy shook his head "Besides, we have other stuff to be worried about. My dad wants to come and visit us to see if we're all settled. And I know your mum wants to come and see you too, Mercutio, to make sure everything is all in one piece"

"Oh, she wouldn't care" grumbled his Uncle Wooshy-wo "You know she's always thought there was something wrong with me"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Merc" Aunty Allegra dismissed.

"No. I'm special in my own special way" lisped Uncle Wooshy-wo. The rest of the grown-ups snorted. Eliseo swallowed another mouthful of baby food contemplatively. Would he get to see his Grandpa Anthony? And would he bring his Aunty Beatrix with him? His Aunty Beatrix was a bit weird. She was obsessed with a book called Twilight. Even though he was eight months old, Eliseo was smart enough to know it sucked.

"So, what are we doing today?" asked his mummy.

"Tidying up, of course!" replied his daddy.

"No!" cried the other three.

"Yes! This place is a pigsty already. The TV's dusty and I can't remember the last time anyone bothered to hoover. Or clean the toilet"

"Well, Benvolio, the cleaning stuff is under the sink. Get to it if it bothers you so much" replied Uncle Wooshy-wo.

"That's not fair!" exclaimed his daddy.

"Meemam!" Eliseo contributed.

"See, Eliseo says you should clean up! Right, me, Hermy-wa and my lovely Wally-wegra are going out to spend money and you're going to tidy up"

"But, but" protested his daddy "But you're paying a third of this place. You have to contribute to the upkeep too"

"I'll buy our groceries then" smirked Uncle Wooshy-wo.

"No, because you just buy chocolate" scoffed his mummy "And I'm trying to sift those last few pounds. I'm almost back in the stuff I could wear last year. Some of the smaller stuff is too uncomfortable. And also, Mercutio, we have to be careful with the money. We don't want to spend too much and get our parents into debt"

"Exactly" finished his daddy "But look, we don't need to worry too much about the bills. My dad said he's taking care of all those"