Zach's POV

I was kind of shocked when Cam said she'd come with me. I wasn't unhappy though, if I was going to go through the pain of meeting relatives who might not even know I exist I wanted my Gallagher Girl at my side. They were probably already shocked to learn that their son was getting married, but figuring out that he already had a son was going to be a lot.

I hopped on the plane, Cammie already sitting in one of the seats reading a magazine. Bringing down an ancient terrorist group has its perks, like CIA jets. Most of the flight to London was spent sleeping because we left at nine pm.

We got to London ten hours later, seven in the morning our time or three in the morning London time. Cammie yawned stretching out her arms, and then fell back asleep.

"Gallagher girl, wake up." I said. And she stirred.

"But I'm tired," she whined.

"Come on Cam." I said, but she didn't budge. I stood up and draped her over my shoulder. I walked off the plane and saw my dad and Abby standing outside. Abby started giggling when she saw me carrying Cam.

"She's never been a morning person." Abby explained.

"Ya, think?" I asked sarcastically. I put Cammie down and she leaned on my shoulder.

"Hey Zach." Townsend... err... Dad said. "Let's get home." I didn't dare ask where home was. Townsend loaded all of our luggage into a very James Bondish car. He then drove off into the country. After driving for about four hours he finally stopped in front of a very elegant house, or should I say mansion(?) either way it was very huge, and very extravagant.

Cammie stirred. "Hey sleepy head." I whispered kissing her cheek. She sat up.

"Where are we?" She asked sleepily.

"Don't ask me." I said. "Ask him." I pointed to my dad. But before she could Townsend stepped out of the car. He motioned for us to do the same.

"Okay, so my family's already met Abby." He smiled when he mentioned Cammie's aunt's name. "But they don't know about you." He looked straight at me.

Suddenly two elderly (but surprisingly in shape) people ran out of the house.

"Edward, Abigail." The woman yelled in a thick British accent. "You're back."

"Who are these kids?" The man asked.

"Dad," Townsend started. "This is my son Zach." Both of them went into shock.

"Your son?" The woman yelled. "And who's this, you're daughter?"

"Mom, that's his girlfriend and she's also Abby's niece." Townsend corrected. The woman immediately smiled.

"Cammie?" She asked and Cammie nodded, still sleepy. "I've heard all about you from Edward and Abby." I was no seriously pissed at my dad and even at Abby. My grandparents knew about Cammie and yet they didn't know about me.

"But back to the topic at hand, your son?" My grandfather prompted.

"Remember that girl Catherine?" Townsend explained.

"The one who was a terrorist?" My grandmother questioned. "We heard about her from Jeff." I quickly made a connection. Jeffery Townsend was a big wig M16 guy. He must be related to my dad. I don't know how I didn't realize that before.

"This." He said pointing to me. "Is her and my kid." My grandparent's eyes bugged out. My grandfather was the first one to come out of his shock.

"Welcome to the family, son." He said and patted me on the back. I suddenly felt a thump on my chest. It was Cammie's head, she must have fallen asleep. I lifted her up and carried her inside.

I hope you like this chapter. I was thinking of having the rest of the gang showing up soon and they'll continue their game. Ideas are always welcome. And I know it's kinda slow but we're going to get back to the weird kinky truth or dare stuff that everybody likes.

-Writaholic4ever