First thank you to everyone who reviewed and sorry about the cliffhanger last chapter!

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Chapter Fourteen: The Aftermath

"Yes, mom. I'm fine. Annabeth, she—uh, she sustained most of the damage." I ran my hands through my hair as I talked to my mom on my phone which had miraculously survived the crash; thank the gods for Otter Boxes.

"Oh, Percy, what happened?" Mom asked worry evident in her voice.

"We were on our way to get Adam when this car just ran into us from behind when we were at a stoplight. The force of the impact pushed us into oncoming traffic." I managed to choke out as I leaned my head against the wall and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ward off the images—there had been blood everywhere. So much.

"Mom, can you go get Adam and take him home? He should still be at school. He's probably scared out of his mind." I cleared my throat and changed the topic quickly.

"Yes, of course. Do you want me to bring him to the hospital?"

"No. I don't want him up here if…" I broke off, my voice cracking and my eyes filling with tears.

"Don't think like that Percy. Annabeth's strong. She'll pull through."

"What about the twins, Mom? I don't think I could handle it if all three of them di—" I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Percy." The pity in her voice was overwhelming.

Not able to withstand this conversation any longer I quickly end it. "Bye, Mom. I'll call you as soon as I hear any news about Annabeth and to check up on Adam. Don't tell him about the car accident just yet."

After I hung up the phone, I walked back into the waiting room and took a seat, putting my head in my hands. I knew I should be calling Malcom and Annabeth's father but I just couldn't bring myself to do it just yet. My mind kept fleeting back to the accident, playing over and over again like a broken record...

I couldn't move. I groaned as I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut. The pain that laced through my head held me prisoner; prevented me from moving an inch. Once it ebbed to a dull throbbing I turned my head to glance at Annabeth. She was unconscious. There was a trickle of blood running down from her temple to her neck.

I started to panic. I needed to get out of this car and get help. I didn't know if she was internally injured or if the babies were injured. With a newfound fear for Annabeth and the twins I pushed aside my pain and tried to get out of the car. I was able to get my seat belt off but when I tried to open the door it wouldn't budge.

Steeling myself, I shifted in my seat and kicked at the door. It still wouldn't give way. I had almost given up when two men came into view one of them had pale blonde hair and the other had dark brown hair; they were young probably in their early twenties.

They rushed over to me and immediately started pulling at the door, trying to help me out. Although exhausted, I continued to kick at the door. Finally, it gave way and I fell out of the car and onto the concrete which was riddled with glass that bit into my back. Coughing, I rolled onto my side trying to force myself into a standing position.

"Sir! Are you alright?" The blonde man asked.

Squeezing my eyes shut a mental picture of Annabeth and Adam flashed before them. Annabeth was smiling down at our son while she held his hand to her stomach, letting him feel one of the twins kicking. Adam had a huge grin on his face, and I could tell he couldn't wait to be a big brother. That was all the motivation I needed to make myself get off the concrete and go check on Annabeth.

"Sir, I really don't think you should be getting up." One of the men tried to hold me down.

"My wife."

"There's nothing you can do for her, sir. An ambulance is on the way." The man with the blonde hair tried to assure me.

"No. I need to check on my wife. She's pregnant with twins." I repeated. I broke away from the dark haired man's grip and staggered to my feet.

The blonde man made to stop me but the other man stopped him, "Don't. Let him go."

I took a step forward and almost fell to the ground. The two men took both my arms and swung them over their shoulders and helped me make my way to Annabeth's side of the car, helped me to my knees, and opened the door for me.

"Thank you." I whispered looking at both of them. They nodded and took a step back.

I turned my attention to Annabeth and took her face into my hands gently, "Annabeth, baby. Wake up, please."

Her eyelids fluttered and opened. I could see the pain in her grey eyes. "Percy…"

Tears fell from my eyes and caused my throat to close up, "I'm here. I'm here."

She started to close her eyes.

"No, Annabeth. Stay awake. An ambulance is on its way."

"But it hurts, Percy." Her voice cracked. "It hurts so much."

"Please, baby. Stay awake for me. For Adam. For the twins."

"Nestor. I like Nestor." She whispered, opening her eyes. "Theseus and Nestor Jackson."

I laughed with tears blurring my vision, "You would pick this moment to name them."

"You know I've always had great timing." Annabeth tried to smile but it turned into coughing, blood appearing at the corner of her mouth. "Percy. I love Adam and you so much you know that right? Tell Adam I love him, okay?"

Dread filled me from head to toe, knowing what she was about to ask, "Annabeth. No! Please. Don't do this to me. I won't be able to survive that a second time."

"I'm so sorry, Percy. I'm so sorry." Tears formed at the corner of her eyes. "But if you have to make a choice, it has to be the twins. It has to be or I'll never forgive you if you don't."

"Gods, I love you so much Annabeth." Tears streamed down my face and although every part of my body didn't want to, I nodded and agreed. For her. "Okay. It'll be them. I promise."

"Thank you." Annabeth closed her eyes and leaned back into the seat, all the tension leaving her body. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see that it was the dark haired man.

"The ambulance has just arrived, sir."

"Excuse me, Mr. Jackson?" a voice pulled me from my flashback. Looking up I found the two men that helped me at the car crash. Now that I was able to actually focus on them, I could see that they both had hazel eyes and despite the different hair color they were nearly identical. Twins. I started to laugh quietly and harshly. The universe must really hate me right now.

"The paramedics told us what hospital they were taking you and your wife to. We just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing." One of them explained.

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful." I swallowing back my ominous mirth. "I'm sorry. I never got your names."

"I'm Porter." The twin with the blonde hair pointed to himself and then to his brother. "This is my brother, Robin."

"Thank you Robin and Porter. For everything." I stood to shake their hands. "And please, call me Percy."

"How is your wife doing?" Robin asked.

"I have no idea. I haven't heard anything from the doctors." I sat back down and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure she'll pull through. Your sons too." Robin comforted as took a seat beside me and Porter a seat next to him.

"I pray they do. Going home to my son and telling him that his mother and his brothers died is my worst fear right now."

"How old is he?" Porter asks softly.

"He's six, almost seven. He's so excited to be a big brother. Every night before bed he'd kiss Annabeth's stomach and tell them a bedtime story before finally asking for a bedtime story himself." I smiled faintly remembering how happy Annabeth was when Adam first started their nightly routine.

Before either of them could respond, my phone started to ring. Looking down at the caller id, I found it was the one person I'd been dreading to talk to. Malcom.

"Shit." I cursed wanting so badly to ignore the call.

"What is it?" Porter asked.

"It's my wife's brother; her twin to be precise." I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. "I have to take this. Excuse me."

"Percy! Thank gods. Where the hell are you guys? I got a call from Adam's teacher saying you guys never showed to pick him up. Thalia, Cathy, and I are on our way to get him right now." Malcom rushed out as soon as I answered the phone.

"My mom is already on her way to pick him up. She's going to take him home." I informed him.

"Okay. Where are you guys? We've been calling Annabeth but it keeps going straight to voicemail." The worry in his voice was tangible.

"Malcom..." I started, taking a deep breath. "Annabeth and I were in a car accident on our way to pick up Adam. We were hit from behind and got pushed into oncoming traffic."

"Oh my gods. What hospital are you at? Are you okay? We'll be there as soon as we can."

After I told him what hospital we were at and assuring him I was fine, I hung up the phone and walked back to my seat. I sat back down and put my head in my hands, not quite believing how quickly everything in my life went to hell.

"So, twins run in the family?" Robin asked pulling me from my thoughts preventing me from replaying the last couple of hours in my head and wondering how this happened. Why this happened.

"Yup. Not only is my wife a twin but she has two younger brothers that are twins." I replied, grateful for the distraction.

"You know I feel sorry for your wife." Porter started and I started to interrupt not wanting to hear his sympathy or pity, I've had enough of both to last me a lifetime but he ignored me and continued on with what he was saying. "She's going to be living in a house full of boys. Not one single girl."

I let out a surprised breath that hadn't been what I thought he was going to say. I liked the way he said going to as if Annabeth was just giving birth right now, not fighting for not only her life but our sons'. At first I had wished for them to go away, to leave me to grief and worry but now, I couldn't be more grateful.

These total strangers were sitting here with me and helping me take my mind off the worse thing that's ever happened to me. The only way I knew how to thank them for this reprieve was to play along, "How did your mother do with raising twin boys? You guys don't look like you were angels growing up."

"Oh, I guarantee you we weren't. But we're actually triplets, two boys and one girl. So I think the only reason mom survived is because of our sister." Robin smirked. He and Porter continued on to tell me stories of their childhood. However, the more time passed the harder it became to distract me.

"Daddy!" Adam's voice rang out cutting off Porter as he started to launch into another story.

"Bud, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be with grandma." I glanced behind him, as I stood and picked him up, to see Thalia, Cathy, and Malcom standing in front of me.

"Your mom called. She got stuck in traffic and she wasn't going to pick him up for another hour or two so we swung by his school to pick him up." Thalia explained.

Nodding, I turned my attention to Adam who was looking up at me with large doe eyes, "Hey, Adam. I want you to meet some people, okay?"

He nodded vigorously, his black hair flopping into his eyes. Turning I headed back to Porter and Robin who were talking amongst themselves. "Robin. Porter. This is my son, Adam."

They looked up and smiled as I sat Adam on the ground so he could shake their hands. Porter reached out first, "Hi Adam. It's nice to meet you."

"You look alike." Adam bluntly pointed out.

"That's because we're twins." Robin laughed as he extended his hand.

"Really? My mom is having twins. Isn't she, daddy? That's why we're here, right?" Adam's eyes were lit with excitement as he turned to look up at me.

"Um, yes, bud." I tried my best to put a smile on my face. "I need to go talk to your aunts and uncle, 'kay? Just stay here with Porter and Robin?"

He nodded and went to go sit in the seat that was previously mine. Turning to look at the twins I asked, "Is this okay? I'll only be a second. I promise. All you have to do is make sure he stays seated."

"It's fine. We have a bunch of nieces and nephews." Robin dismissed my concern.

"Thank you so much." I breathed a sigh of relieve and turned to walk the short distance where Malcom, Thalia, and Cathy were standing.

"Where's Sophia?" I asked, to stall before they started bombarding me with questions, when I stopped in front of them.

"She's with my parents. She's spending the week with them." Cathy answered.

"Cut the crap, Jackson? What's going on? Have you heard anything from the doctors?" Thalia asked as soon as I stopped in front of them.

"I don't know. No one's told me anything. I've been here for almost an hour and a half." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why didn't you call us sooner?" Malcom snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry. When did you want me to call you, huh? When we got in the crash? Or, maybe when I was trying to find someone to tell me how the hell my wife and sons are doing? Oh, no, how about when I calling my mom to make sure she picked Adam up and took him home so he wouldn't have to be here if anything happened." I exploded.

"Percy, calm down." Cathy put a hand on my arm. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Is it?" I asked staring at a blank wall behind them trying to swallow back my tears.

"Yes, it is. Annabeth's a fighter. The twins and she are going to be fine." Thalia responded confidently but I didn't know if it was for my benefit or her own.

"If there's a choice between the twins and her…" I cast my eyes to the ground and trailed off not being able to voice my worse fear.

"You're going to pick the twins aren't you?" Malcom concluded. The hint of anger in his words caused me to look up at him and glare.

"Don't you dare, Malcom. Don't go there with me." Anger coursed through my voice as well as my body.

"No, don't you Percy. Who the hell do you think you are? You're just going to let her die without even asking about what I wanted? What my father wanted? This is my sister we're talking about!" Malcom's grey eyes, so much like Annabeth's, blazed with anger.

"Who the hell am I? I'm her husband! So if my wife's dying wish was for our children to live then yes, I'm going to choose them. No matter what I want. She made me promise her to do this. You act as if I want to have to choose; to have to raise our sons without her. You of all people should know that that is the last thing I want to do." I spit out lowly trying to keep my voice down so Adam as well as the whole hospital wouldn't know how pissed I was at Malcom.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed past Malcom and walked off. I had no idea where I was going but any place was better than where Malcom was. I couldn't believe he actually thought I wanted to have to pick the twins over Annabeth; as if I wanted to have a repeat of what happened to Calypso.

Somehow I ended up in the nursery which, I had to admit to myself, was a little bit cliché. Despite the anger I still felt at Malcom and the grief and worry that gnawed at my heart, as soon as I saw the babies behind the glass window I smiled.

Seeing them brought back my memories of when Adam was first born. Sighing with exhaustion, I sat against the opposite wall of the window and put my head in my hands.

I was only there for a few minutes when I heard the twin's familiar voice, "The nursery. This has got to be the clichést thing ever."

Laughing slightly, I looked up to see Porter and Robin standing in front of me with their hands in their pockets. This was the second time they've came to check on me, I had no idea caring people still populated the world. "I've really got to have more faith in people. I've just met you two today and already you've helped me more than once."

"This is just the result of a Southern upbringing." Porter whispered as if he were letting me in on a secret.

"But don't tell that to the Pope." Robin smirked, getting another laugh out of me.

"Why did you come after me? I would have thought Thalia would come." I stated staring straight ahead.

"Thalia's the cute blue-eyed chick, right? Well, anyway after you left the guy you were arguing with, who I'm assuming is your brother-in-law stalked off too. The brown-haired lady went after him and after introducing ourselves to Thalia…? we offered to go after you while she watched Adam." Porter explained.

"Ahh. Well, yes, that was my ass of a brother-in-law, Malcom. The woman who went after him was his wife, Catherine, and yes, Thalia is the 'cute blue-eyed chick' you were talking about. She's Annabeth's best friend and my cousin." I identified my friends to them.

"Do you want to talk about what you and your brother-in-law were fighting about?" Robin asked after a moment of silence had passed between us.

"Ass of a brother-in-law." Porter corrected.

"Right, forgive me. What were you and your ass of a brother-in-law fight about?" Robin rephrased.

Smiling I took a deep breath, braving myself. "When I was telling them that if I had a choice between Annabeth or the twins I was going to pick the twins, Malcom got angry and basically said I had no right to do so."

"Wow. He really is an ass." Porter sat down against the wall across from me.

"He isn't usually an ass but under the circumstances…" I trailed off staring into space.

"Did you tell you tell him that your wife made you promise…?" Robin asked hesitantly. That got my attention; I turned my gaze to him, curious as how he knew Annabeth made me promise to save the twins.

"Yeah, we didn't mean to but we overheard your conversation with your wife. Sorry about that." Porter answered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"It's okay. Yes, I did tell him that. Although I shouldn't have to, Malcom should know I wouldn't want to go through that again." I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my forearms on top of them.

"Again?" Porter asked.

"Adam's biological mom died giving birth to him. When Adam was three I hired Annabeth to take care of him so I could work more. We didn't start dating right away; we were both already in relationships. It wasn't after I broke up with my girlfriend and Annabeth's boyfriend died in a car accident with two of our friends and my cousin did we start dating. That was four years ago, I proposed a year after the accident happened and we got married the following year..." I trailed off not really knowing where to stop.

"Damn, your love life is like a freaking soap opera." Robin breathed.

I had to laugh at that because he was somewhat right, "Oh just wait till you hear the rest of it."

"There's more?" Porter and Robin asked at the same time.

"Yup." I leaned my head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, do tell." Porter prompted.

"In September my father died and I didn't handle it very well. I started drinking, it was really only one time but it was the same day as Adam's parent teacher conference and it was in the middle of the day." I started, grimacing at my past mistakes. "I even thought about leaving Adam and Annabeth. Not something I'm proud of."

"Walking out on your wife and kids is a cowardly and selfish thing to do." Robin stated. "Our father did that. Left and never came back, haven't heard a word from him since."

"Yeah, I'm ashamed I even thought of leaving. I've never told her I thought about it." I let out a breath. "So I couldn't blame her for not telling me she was pregnant until we started working on our problems which was when she was five months. Not when I had been a total ass to her."

"This is so soap opera worthy." Porter laughed shortly before stopping abruptly. "Sorry. I don't mean to laugh at what you've been through. It's just I write TV shows for a living and it's like you and your wife have been living your own show."

"No, its fine. It's nice to finally have people that don't pity me. Plus laughing at my problems reminds me to keep my head out of my ass. Other people are probably going through just as much as I am right now or maybe more. I don't believe in pity." I dismiss his apology.

"I don't believe in pity, either. Bad things happen in life. You can't let them stop you from living. You just have to endure it." Robin stated, sharing his opinion.

"I feel like a charity case when people pity me. They offer to do anything you need and get you anything you wa—" The sound of my phone going off cut Porter off.

"Sorry about that. It's Thalia. She says a doctor wants to speak to me about Annabeth. They won't talk to her since she's not family and Malcom nor Cathy is back yet." I read the text message. I bolted up from the ground and made my way back to the waiting room, Robin and Porter hot on my heels.

"There he is." Thalia said as soon as she saw me rounding the corner. I came to a stop a few feet away from the doctor who had turned to face me. He was in surgical scrubs and looked like he had pulled an all-nighter here at the hospital.

"We'll be waiting with Thalia." Porter excused himself and his twin. They walked away to go stand besides Thalia who was holding a sleepy Adam as the doctor came toward me.

"Mr. Jackson?" The doctor asked.

"That would be me." I took a deep breath, preparing myself.

"I'm Dr. Harris. I'm sorry no one has informed on your wife and sons conditions sooner but we've been swamped with the other patients from the crash and elsewhere." The doctor pulled off his surgical cap and ran a hand through his hair.

"I understand." I disregarded his apology before I bombarded him with questions. "How is my wife? My sons? Are they okay?"

"Your sons are fine. We were able to do a C-section and get them to the NICU where we want to keep them for a few weeks. Your wife suffered some internal bleeding but we were able to stop it. She's going to okay."

"Thank God." I let out a breath I'd been holding.

"I really want to see my wife right now. May I?"

"Your wife is still heavily sedated but you may go see your sons if you'd like."

"I'd like that very much."

"Great, I'll have a nurse show you and your family there." He turned to go find a nurse to guide us to the NICU. I walked over to Thalia, Robin, Porter, and Adam to tell them the good news.

It wasn't long before a nurse came to lead us to the NICU. The NICU had the same glass window that the nursery did. We waited outside of it while two nurses on the other side of the window readied the twins so we could see them from this side. I took Adam from Thalia, who had begun talking with Porter, when the nurses rolled two of the small cribs up to the window before they held them up so we would be able to view them.

"Look, Adam. Those are your brothers." I pointed to the tiny blue bundles in the two nurses arms. The twins were small and although they had caps on their heads, I could see that one of them had Annabeth's blonde hair and the other had my raven hair color but they both had inherited Annabeth's curls, I could tell already.

"They're so small." Adam breathed pushing up against the glass trying to get closer.

"They are." I nodded.

"What are you going to call them?" Malcom's voice came from behind me.

Not turning around to look at him I answered—pointing to the blonde baby—"Theseus Porter Jackson,"— then I pointed to the raven haired baby—"and Nestor Robin Jackson."

I heard Robin and Porter's gasp of surprise when they realized I named my sons after them. Porter was the first to speak, "Percy…you don't have to do that."

"Yeah, you really don't." Robin agreed with his twin.

"But I want to. After everything you guys have done for me, it's the least I can do." I looked from Porter to Robin with gratitude in my eyes.

"Won't your wife mind?" Robin asked.

"Not once she meets you." I say and we all fall silent again as we watch little Nestor and Theseus. We were able to look at them for a few more minutes until the nurse who escorted us here said that it was time for the twins to be put back in their incubators.

Once back in the waiting room I told everyone they could go home and come back tomorrow. Cathy and Thalia only agreed to leave when I asked them to take Adam home and stay with him tonight while I stayed here. Porter and Robin left after them saying they'd be back tomorrow to check on me. That left me with Malcom who refused to leave.

"Did you call your father, Helen, and the twins?" I asked Malcom briskly as I came back into Annabeth's hospital room from calling my mom to tell her the good news and asking her to bring me a fresh change of clothes.

"Yes. Dad and Susan are on the first flight out and the twins are driving down from college tomorrow morning." Malcom says while staring at a sleeping Annabeth. Since most of the injuries had been internal there wasn't much bandaging except for the gauze around her head. "Percy. I'm sorry."

"I don't want talk about it Malcom. I don't have a problem with you staying as long as you don't piss me off again." I snapped not wanting have this discussion with him. The rest of the night was spent in silence. It was only when my mom showed up to check on Annabeth, see the twins, and drop off my change of clothes was the silence broken.

I don't know when I feel asleep in the chair by Annabeth's bed, holding her hand but I did. I didn't wake up until twelve o'clock in the afternoon and when I woke, Annabeth was awake as well. She was still holding my hand, and was curled on her side facing me.

"Hey, sleepyhead." She smiled when she saw I was awake. Not trusting myself to speak I leaned in and kissed her, trying to convey everything I wanted to tell her in it.

"I was so worried, Annabeth. You have no idea." I whispered when I finally pulled away and rested my forehead against her.

"Robin and Porter told me everything. I'm so sorry about Malcom. I'm going to have to deck him when I get my strength back." She placed a swift kiss to my lips.

"You met Robin and Porter? How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Well, I woke up around six in the morning; Malcom was still up so he started calling everyone and they all came rushing to check on me. They stayed until eight when I decided to kick everyone out except for Adam, you know how I get when people start hovering. Porter and Robin came to check up on you around ten. When they saw you were sleeping they said they'd come back later but I told them to stay and we started talking. They just left. So did Malcom and Adam. I told Malcom to get some sleep and take Adam to your mother's. I didn't want him to have to stay up here all day." She brushed a piece of hair off my forehead. "I see why you named the twins after Robin and Porter. They're great. I'm so glad they were there for you."

"Should I be worried?" I laughed.

"Definitely…not. They're cute and all but they're not my type. I prefer dark haired guys with sea-green eyes." She murmured as she placed her hand on my cheek. We sat in silence for a few moments just enjoying being in each other's presences.

"Have you seen them yet?" I asked curiously, referring to our twins, breaking our silence.

"No. I wanted to wait to go with you." She answered.

"Oh, Annabeth. They're so cute and so small. Theseus—" The sound of a door opening cut me off. We looked up to find Dr. Harris walking into the room.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Jackson but I'm afraid I have some bad news." Dr. Harris stopped at the foot of Annabeth's bed.

"Are our babies okay?" Annabeth asked, worry filling her voice.

"Yes ma'am. Other than the fact that they may have to stay in the NICU for two to three weeks your boys are perfectly fine." Dr. Harris reassured us.

"So if that's not the bad news what is?" I asked.

"One of the main reasons we had to do a go ahead and remove your sons via C-section was because the internal bleeding was in your reproductive system. The only way to stop the bleeding was for us to remove most of your reproductive system." Dr. Harris looked at us with sad eyes.

"Ohmygods." Annabeth let out a silent sob.

I, on the other hand, couldn't wrap my head around this. "Are you saying that…"

I couldn't even finish the sentence. Tears filled my eyes as I heard Annabeth who was no longer sobbing quietly and I started to realize what Dr. Harris was saying.

"Yes, I'm so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Jackson but you will not be able to conceive anymore children."

I did not intend for this chapter to be this long I really didn't. I had no idea I could write a chapter this long anymore. I did this in record time compared to all my other updates. So hopefully this will tide you guys over until I can post the next chapter. Oh and about Annabeth's condition, I am not a doctor nor have any inclination in the medical field. I did my best to research it to make it more realistic but since I did that research at two in the morning I don't know how accurate it is.

Okay, so onto the baby names:

I chose Theseus because I like the nickname "Theo"…it had nothing to do with Theo James…okay, maybe a little bit. I choose Porter because not only did I like it but the reader who gave me the name said, "Po stands for his descend father "Poseidon" and I really like the subtle dedication.

I chose Nestor because I didn't want just one of the babies to have a Greek name. (Nestor's name was going to be Noah) In Greek it means traveler but in Spanish it means Wise. So you see why I choose it, huh? I chose Robin in dedication to R0bster79 who I don't know if you guys remember helped me with this story a while back and we've been friends ever since.

I really hope you guys like this chapter and the twin's names! Let me know your thoughts by leaving them in reviews! Also let me know who's POV you want for the next chapter, I don't know who's to choose. Please! I think I deserve some I mean this chapter is huge! Anyway, I'll try to post soon. If all goes as planned I should post before the end of summer!

Until Next Time,

~booklover484 :D