This takes place before Link and his dad show up.

Tracy cleared her throat and stood up straight as her mother and father whipped around, surprised to see her happy again after everything that happened.

"Guys," she said slowly, "Link's coming over tonight with his dad."

Edna almost squealed at the news. She had become very loving towards Link in the past few weeks. She knew he was a loyal boy, even through the misunderstanding, and she was excited to meet his father.

"That's great, Trace! You two made up?" She beamed at her daughter who just nodded with a glad smile.

Wilbur took a deep breath and shifted his eyes a bit, taking Tracy's hand, "Listen, hun, I don't know 'bout him."

Tracy frowned, shoulders dropping a bit. She looked to her dad with dreary eyes, "What?" She asked softly.

He blinked and furrowed his brows nervously while pacing a bit. "Trace, you see- Link- he made a promise with me," Wilbur began, trying hard not to sound like he was flat out rejecting him, "He promised that he'd protect you and always stand with you, but based on what happened, I...I don't think he can do it."

"Daddy," Tracy groaned, sighing miserably, "It was a misunderstanding. Amber set him up!"

Wilbur hung his head in distrust and chewed on the inside of his cheek before she spoke up again.

"Link's a good guy, dad. Trust me."

At this, he looked up at her and sighed at the pleasing look she was giving him, "Alright," The man said, "I'll give the kid a chance, but if I see anything fishy goin' on with him, I'm gonna send his sorry butt, and his dad right out of our house and they won't be allowed back here, Okay?"

"Okay!" Tracy nodded and smiled bright, giving a final wave before skipping up the stairs to get ready.

Wilbur sighed once she was gone and he gave a look to his wife who had returned to washing dishes, this time humming a song from Tracy's show.

"Do you trust him?" He asked quietly, tapping his foot along with her tune.

Edna stopped and turned to him before giving a small nod. "Link? Yeah I do,"

Wilbur stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders. He really had turned into a overly worried father, "But is that really safe?"

"I think it is,"

The man rolled his eyes playfully. "I know you do. You never find fault in anyone."

Edna smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkling a little with pride. She looked so confident. "I might have been wrong about a few things in the past, but I'm almost completely sure that he's a good kid," she said, "If you saw what he looked like when he came over the day of their 'fight', you would definitely agree with me. He was so broken. His eyes were red and his hair was all messed up." Edna trailed off, "No kid should ever look like that."

"Edna, he's trained to look like that. He's an actor."

She shook her head, a chuckle blowing through her lips. "He would never sacrifice his hair. And he's a dancer, actually."

Wilbur laughed and closed his eyes, laying his arms against the countertop, "Okay, okay. He's a dancer. Now, you should go help Tracy get ready." He said and watched Edna's eyes become bright and gleeful with excitement as she nodded quickly and ran up the stairs.

Wilbur smiled and went back to washing the dishes while listening to his family upstairs. Everything was how it should be. At least in their house.

At 8:32 p.m, Link was already knocking on the Turnblad's door.

His father stood happily behind him. Who ever this girl was, he had to thank her. If Tracy was able to bring him closer together with his son, she had to be some sort of saint. He realized, it was crazy that in eight years, he and Link had extremely minimal conversations, and those that were longer were only fights.

"Is she nice?" Mr. Larkin asked quietly.

Link smiled back at him, a blush creeping up his face. His eyes were brighter than his dad had ever seen them. Tracy had definitely changed him. "They don't come much nicer," He said cheekily, then rolled his eyes, "Yet she just loves to try to mess my hair up."

"Who doesn't?" Thomas chuckled, a grin spreading across his face.

Tracy's door wooden opened and a happy Edna smiled and greeted them.

"Evenin' Mrs. Turnblad!" Link chirped giving her a hug, "This is my dad," he gestured towards Thomas who flashed a smile and shook her hand, introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Edna, come in!" She replied and stepped out of the way so that the two could get into the house.

Link joyously glanced around. He missed the pictures displayed on the walls. Ones of Tracy when she was little, and of her at events with Penny. Baby pictures that she hated, but he loved, He let out a happy sigh and heard someone come down the stairs. He turned, just to see who was there.

Then he saw her.

Link had never seen Tracy for any more than who she is, for her personality, because to be honest, he didn't trust himself when he started looking at her too much, but tonight, she was just beautiful. Of course, she was always beautiful, but when he saw her at that specific time and place, he didn't have words to describe her.

"Hey," she said. Her hair was down and wavy, falling over her chest in soft curls and he swore that she was wearing the prettiest dress he'd ever seen.

Link found himself staring, jaw slacked, saucer eyed. What had happened to his composure? "Hi Trace," he said, barely above a whisper, to which she replied with a little giggle.

His father showed up behind him and he noticed Tracy look over his shoulder to smile at him.

"Hey, I'm Link's dad." Mr. Larkin said with a white smile. "You must be Tracy."

Tracy nodded happily and shook his hand, giving a little "yes" hum, before looking between him and her boyfriend, "It's nice to meet you," she said sweetly, "you two really do look alike."

Link looked over at his dad who laughed a little. Was there really a resemblance? He had never thought so, but maybe it was because they never made much contact with each other anyway.

At that point, Wilbur walked into the room and met with Link's father and gave Link a small hug, patting him on the back a bit before leading Thomas Larkin and Edna into the kitchen.

"What's with your face?" Tracy asked once they were gone, eyebrow raised in suspicion with a little smile.

Link furrowed his brows and fought hard to keep the corners of his lips from flipping up. "Sorry," he chuckled, "You just look really, really great right now. I mean, you always do, but I've never seen you like this." He corrected himself quickly.

Tracy blushed and lowered her head, "Thanks," she whispered, "By the way, why didn't you want to bring your dad? He seems nicer than you make him out to be..."

"Don't worry 'bout it doll," Link smiled, "its all worked out now." he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before taking a few steps into the hall, towards the kitchen, "Thanks to you."

(A/N- This chapter made my heart flutter a little:))