Gerhart Beilschmidt woke up to a knocking sound. Still sleepy, he looked at the watch on his bedside table. Four fifteen? Who was the son of a bitch that went to other people's houses at four fifteen in the night? He decided to ingore it. Maybe if he didn't get the door, they would just go away...

The knocking continued. Gerhart groaned, but got out of bed. He tied his long, graying blond hair in a ponytail, put a dressing gown on and went to the door, ready to chew out whoever was on the other side.

What he saw when he opened the door surprised him. His youngest son was there with his wife and newborn brat. He looked at them as if they were ghosts.

Ludwig coughed in his hand and said "Uhm... hello, father. Could we get in...?"

Gerhart was still standing there, motionless as a statue.

Then he moved away from the door and made them come in.

Feli had always loved that house. It was big and tastefully furnished. It was exactly in that house that she had seen Ludwig for the first time...

She sat down on an armchair with Friedrich in her arms. He was awake, but not crying, just squirming and moving his little hands around. She rocked him to try and make him go back to sleep.

Gerhart got his voice back. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asked with the same voice he used when Ludwig would not behave when he was a kid.

Ludwig sat down on the armrest next to Feli. "I'm sorry, father. But we're in deep sh... trouble. We need a place to lie low for a while."

Gerhart's eyes widened.

"Excuse me! ?"

"The Gestapo is looking for us. They won't even bother with a trial if they get us, they'll kill us on the spot. Please, I'm begging you!"

Gerhart did not understand. What could his son have done to have the Gestapo look for him with such a passion?

Unless...

"For the love of God, tell me you didn't join the Resistance."

Ludwig blushed, but did not look away from his father's eyes.

Gerhart burst out "Why, isn't that just perfect! What the fuck were you thinking, uh? And now you come crawling to me with your wife and brat in the middle of the night and ask me to hide the three of you out? Are you listening to yourself!"

Ludwig lost his cool. "Well, sorry if I thought that my own father would help me out! Do you think I'm happy to be here? Do you think that I would have come if this wasn't the only possible way for us to not be shot in the head?"

Gerhart got even angrier. "Don't you talk with me like that, young man! I'm your father!"

"Well, then you're a lousy one! You've always been!"

Feli felt the air grow cold.

This was not good.

She tried to make things better.

"If I can say someth..."

Feli's voice grated on Gerhart's nerves. "Shut up, you bitch! Do you think I don't know that you made my son work for the Resistance? For once in your life, SHUT UP!"

Feli cowered and shut up.

Ludwig got angry.

"Don't you talk to Feli like that! You have no right!"

"I'll talk to her however I see fit, you brat! And since you are in my house uninvited, yes, I do believe I have the right to talk to her in whatever way I goddamn feel like!"

"I don't give a damn where the hell we are! You watch your language when you talk to my wife!"

"What? Do you think you can give me orders in my own house?"

"If you're being a dick to Feli, then yes, I can!"

"How dare you! You little, pathetic, good - for - nothing, ...!"

"SILENCE!"

The two men stopped dead in their tracks.

They looked at Feli stunned.

"I think I know what the problem is."

Feli took a deep breath and gave Friedrich to Ludwig.

"There. You don't have to keep me as well, Herr Beilschmidt. You just hide Ludwig and Friedrich. I think I have already overstayed my welcome."

Ludwig went pale and opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Gerhart was speechless.

"What's the matter? Aren't you happier like this, Herr Beilschmidt?" asked Feli.

Ludwig didn't even find the words to say how stupid this idea was. If Feli stepped out of the house, she was as good as dead. Not only was she a dissident, but also Italian. The German troops were not very fond of Italians now, and if the Gestapo were to find her, and they would, best – case scenario they would send her to a concentration camp in Poland.

Gerhart let out an exasperated noise.

"Fine! The three of you can hide here. Ludwig, choose a room and don't ever come out! Goodnight."

Ludwig sighed in relief.

Feli smiled. She knew that her father – in – law didn't like her, but she also knew that he was not a heartless man.

"Come, Feli. We have to sleep. Tomorrow could be a long day."

Feli nodded her head and followed him. Ludwig chose a guest room with a double bed and a couch. There was no cradle there, but Feli simply told him to get the couch close to the bed's foot and put Friedrich there.

Ludwig sat down on the bed, tiredly rubbing his eyes while Feli started undressing.

"Never, ever say something as stupid as that ever again." he simply said, his hands still on his face.

Feli smiled to herself. "I knew your dad wouldn't have kicked me out. I just needed to get out of the standstill we came to."

Ludwig let himself fall back on the bed, his feet still on the ground.

"Whatever. Just don't do it again. At least not in my presence."

Feli sat down beside him. She leaned down to kiss his cheek and simply said "Alright...".

Ludwig's daddy! He is Germania! I called him Gerhart because it's an old - fashioned Germanic name, so it's perfect for the guy. I like him very much!

And he totally had a thing for Feli's gramps. But the guy's stubborn and will never admit it.

And as usual, thanks for the reviews!