Author's Note: I 'borrowed' and changed a tiny bit of a scene from the actual show, see if you can spot it, it should be easy.

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Explanations

Her eyes had seen fireworks and her body had been to Heaven and back. Now they laid next to each other, breathless and panting, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat.

"Wow," she breathed, quietly but loud enough for Dante to hear.

"Wow is right," he said, turning so that their foreheads were touching. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," said Lulu, pushing her face forward and kissing him briefly. She looked past him over to the bedside table and read the clock. "Mm, I don't want to leave," she began. "But everyone will think we escaped to your place to have sex."

"We wouldn't want them to think that, would we?" Dante smiled. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so they were on the edge of the bed, then stood up and simultaneously shifted her so he was holding her bridal style in his arms. He kissed her on the nose and set her down, before setting out on a hunt for his clothes, which had probably been scattered all over the apartment.

"Impressive," she commented as she scoured the room for her clothes as well.

"I do my best," he called from the other room, pulling on his pants which had somehow been draped over the fern in the corner.

"I'm missing a shoe," Lulu said as she walked into the front room, holding only one heel in her hand.

"Yeah, I think it got up and walked out of here when we were busy," he said, handing it to her after picking it up from under the table.

"Thank you," she said, sitting down and pulling them on her feet.

Lulu and Dante returned to her apartment just short of an hour after they had left. The front room was full of guards, family and friends that had formed a group of body guards for Lola. They all glanced up when the two walked through the door, but most of them turned back to whatever they had been doing.

"Mama!" Lola exclaimed, running Lulu and jumping up into her mom's arms. Lulu swung her around and kissed her head and Lola buried her head into her shoulder.'

"Did you miss me?" Lulu asked. Lola nodded, her blonde curls bouncing as her head moved.

"I wanna show you my picshure," she said, jumping down and running to the coffee table. "See?" she said, pointing to the crudely drawn picture she was holding. "That's me and you and Uncle Lucky and Dante," she explained, pointing to the four people that consisted of a circle with facial features on it and four lines that she assumed were arms and legs sticking out. "And we're in our house, see?" she said, running her finger along the line in the middle of the paper. "And those are the mans that stay here," she whispered, pointing to the group of people that had been drawn on the other side of the line.

"I know you want them to leave," said Lulu. "But they're going to help you be safe, okay?"

"But I am safe!" she insisted.

"Well, we have to make sure you stay safe," she explained. "Did you have dinner?"

"Well..." she said reluctantly. "I had twenty-four Cheer-ohs and some orange juice. And then Uncle Lucky gave me some ice cream. But he said not to tell you," she said, holding a finger to her pursed pink lips.

Lulu decided not to pursue her brother about spoiling his niece today; after all, he had been living with them for almost two weeks now. "Time for bed," she said, realizing it was almost 9:00.

"Ma-ma," she moaned, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting.

"Come on, Lola. You want a story?" she asked, taking her hand and leading her to her bedroom.

"No Mama story tonight," she said.

"Who's story, then? Uncle Lucky? Uncle Jason?"

"Could I have a Dante story?" Lola asked.

"You have to ask him," said Lulu. "Jammies and teeth first, honey."

"Dante," Lola whispered, pulling on his pant leg after she had readied herself for bed.

"Yeah, Lola?"

"Could you tell me a story?" she asked.

Dante looked up to see Lulu smiling at them from across the room. She nodded, giving him the okay. "Sure," he said, following her into the very pink room.

He told her about the time he had found a scraggly puppy on the side of the road and, since Olivia had forbid having a dog in the house, had snuck him back home. He hid it in his room for weeks before, one day, he came home to find his mother unpacking the groceries, including a pound of dog food. Olivia, who had found every single secret hiding place of Dante's, had found the dog just a few days after he had brought him home and had secretly been walking him ever since. She had planned on bringing the dog to an animal shelter as soon as she got Dante had gotten the guts to tell her about his secret, but ended up falling in love with it and letting him keep it. Eventually they had seen a sign advertising a lost dog on a telephone pole and had to return it, but Olivia had ended up ending him get another dog anyway.

"I like doggies," Lola murmured just before her eyes shut and she fell asleep.

"Hey," Dante grumbled, kissing Lulu on the cheek. There were about half a dozen air mattresses set up in the living room for Jason, Lucky, Dante, and the four guards that had been assigned to Lola by the PCPD, but they weren't exactly comfortable, especially after sleeping on the for two weeks.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she teased.

"What are you making?" he asked, sitting down heavily in the kitchen chair.

"Scrambled eggs, my specialty," she joked. "In case you haven't noticed, I probably qualify for one of those World's Worst Chef shows."

"What about that first time I had dinner here?"

"Italian order-in," she said, walking to the fridge and pulling out the entire carton of eggs.

There was a loud rapping on the door and Dante got up to answer it. The guards had assembled them around the front door, guns in hand. Lulu was glad that Lola was still asleep and not able to witness the violence that could have taken place. She knew she would have to learn about this side of the world eventually, but today was not the day.

Dante opened the door to reveal a tall man with a build that rivaled Jason's. Upon seeing the guns pointed at him, he stepped back and held his hands up in defeat.

"Who are you?" asked Dante.

"Zachary Lawrence, did I do something wrong?" he answered.

There was a splat from the kitchen as Lulu dropped the egg she was holding and turned towards the front door. Dante was confused as he noticed the look of utter shock on Lulu's face.

"What the hell..." she trailed off.

"Look, if I could just talk to you-" Zachary said when he noticed her standing there in pajama pants and a tank top.

"You know him?" asked Lucky, who was standing behind Dante.

"Yes," Lulu said. "Please leave," she said to Zachary.

"Please-"

"If she wants you to leave, you're going to leave," Jason demanded menacingly form where he was standing in the kitchen with Lulu.

"Just hear me out!" Zachary begged.

Lulu was hesitant, but decided she could afford to listen to what Zachary had to say. She walked slowly towards the door, stopping to reach out and take a gun from one of the guard's hands. "Are you armed?" she asked.

"No." One of the guards quickly patted him down, uncovering nothing.

"If you don't want to talk to him-" Dante said, realizing that this man was probably dangerous since Lulu felt the need to bring a weapon.

"It's fine. Just give us a minute," she said, walking past Zachary and out into the hallway. Zachary followed and closed the door behind them.

"I can explain-" he began, but Lulu cut him off.

Lulu knew everyone would probably be standing with their ears against the door, just waiting for her to scream for help, so she kept her voice down. "Yeah, an explanation would be nice. How the hell are you even alive?" she demanded, gripping the gun tightly in her hand.

"I had to fake my death, for my protection. You'd understand, if you were in my situation."

"Your situation, meaning being a criminal? Well, fortunately, I'm not. But I'll have you know I don't want you anywhere near me and my daughter. Leave. Don't come back, if you know what's good for you," she said strongly. She kept her ground and waited for Zachary to leave, which he did hesitantly. She turned and went back inside, dreading the explanation she knew she would have to supply.

"Who was that?" Dante, Jason and Lucky all asked in unison.

Lulu sighed and walked past them, sitting down on the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

"That... was Lola's father."