Paul adjusted on the hospital bed in his sleep. His nose brushed against Will's hair. Getting comfortable again, Paul went back to his dream.

"Paul," Will complained walking inside the obviously expensive cabin. "It's freezing in here."

Will brushed a few snowflakes off his hair and shoulders.

"Let me start the fireplace," Paul replied.

Paul tossed their bags inside the bedroom.

'Will's right. It's freezing in here,' Paul thought.

Paul entered the front room, pleased to see Will standing by the front window. Paul grabbed a few pieces of firewood and set them ablaze.

Will stared out the window. He couldn't believe they were in such a beautiful space. He could see snow swept mountains and a picturesque clearing.

'The Horton Cabin has nothing on this,' Will shook his head in disbelief.

Will turned back towards Paul and grinned.

When Paul stood up, he smiled. Will's arms were wrapped around Paul from behind.

Head resting on Paul's back, Will sighed. "This place is amazing."

Paul clutched Will's hands to his chest. "You're amazing," Paul countered.

Will laughed and pulled away. "I think we're past sweet talking," Will teased.

Paul pulled Will in close. He rubbed his hands up and down Will's arms to help warm him up.

"I can't sweet talk my husband?" Paul mused with a grin.

Will beamed, scrunching his nose together. "It's gonna take a while to get used to that."

"It won't take me any time at all," Paul declared. He pulled Will into a deep kiss.

A deep whine emerged from the back of Will's throat. He dragged his nails down Paul's neck.

"Bed?" Paul whispered between kisses.

"No," Will shook his head. "I want you right here, right now," Will gestured to the fireplace.

Paul and Will's skin glided together. Sweat gathered on the small of Paul's back as he pressed into Will over and over.

The glow from the fireplace cast Will in an ethereal light.

"God," Paul kissed Will everywhere he could reach. "I want this, you, forever," Paul vowed.

"I'm yours," Will promised. He canted his hips, one leg curved over Paul's ass.

The blanket covering them fell aside, exposing their nude bodies to the frigid air.

"I don't want anyone but you," Will continued. He pulled Paul closer, breathing against his mouth. "I don't need anyone but you."

"Yes," Paul groaned. His hips stuttered when Will clenched around him.

Will threw his head back and moaned.

Paul began, "God, I love y-."

Paul opened his eyes, frowning. 'What the hell woke me up?'

It wasn't the plastic bar from the hospital bed jabbing him in the side. It wasn't the monotonous beeping from the machine's either.

Then Paul heard it. The frantic sound was coming from Will.

'Damn,' Paul thought closing his eyes and rubbing circles into Will's back. 'That was a really good dream too.'

Paul shifted his hips away from Will. He was certain Will wouldn't appreciate an erection digging into him. 'Especially after yesterday,' Paul recalled unhappily.

"It's OK," Paul whispered.

Will, fast asleep, clutched Paul's shirt in his fist. Tiny little whimpers escaped his throat. He was trapped in a nightmare.

"Wake up, baby," Paul urged. He didn't want to startle Will awake but he didn't want the nightmare to continue. "I've got you."

Will's eyes popped open with a gasp. Instantly, he buried his face in Paul's chest.

"You wanna talk about it?" Paul asked.

Will shook his head several times.

"Whatever you need," Paul assured Will. "I'm right here."

After Will caught his breath, he sat up to look at Paul.

Paul hated how red-rimmed Will's eyes were. But he didn't want Will to know that.

"Hey," Paul smiled. "There's that handsome face."

Will gave Paul a blank stare.

Paul chuckled. "Don't look at me like that. That's my favorite face. I love that face."

Will bit his lip, smiling nervously.

"I love-," Paul's eyes widened. He realized what he almost said. "That face. I told you I love that face."

"You're being weird," Will remarked. His throat itched terribly.

"No, I'm not," Paul dismissed. He rolled Will onto his back and slid out of the bed. Paul made sure Will couldn't see his lower half. "I'm going to get you some water."

"Don't go anywhere," Paul called over his shoulder. He headed to the bathroom attached to the hospital room. He was nervous about leaving Will alone. "I'll be right back."

'Where am I gonna go?' Will thought.

Will pulled his knees up to his chest and placed the palm of his hands into his eyes. He dreamt that Paul didn't get to him in time. That Ben finished what he started.

'Don't think about that,' Will told himself. 'Paul found you. You're fine. Nothing happened. Ben is never going to get to you again.'

A knock sounded at the door. A new police officer opened the door. The two from yesterday had gone off duty.

"Sir, there's a few people insisting on seeing you?" the officer explained.

"OK," Will replied. 'Who could this be? It's too early for Ari to be up.'

Will's eyes widened, disbelief etched his features. He couldn't believe they were all here.

"Will," Austin Reed shouted. He ran to Will's side, pulling him into a hug. "I didn't want to believe it when I got the call."

"Uncle Austin," Will breathed. He glanced over Austin's shoulder and smiled. "Aunt Billie, Uncle Phillip. What are you all doing here?"

"Are you serious, kid?" Billie asked with her hands on her hips.

"Over twenty and he still asks dumb questions," Phillip shook his head mockingly.

"When mom called me yesterday I jumped on the first flight I could find," Austin explained. He sat on the chair closest to Will. "It had a layover in England and Billie hopped on the plane."

"They both landed in Chicago and we all drove down together," Phillip added.

"Carrie wanted to come," Austin rushed out. "But the kid's got school and-,"

"And you can't miss school," Will nodded. "I know. You were the same when I lived with you."

"I almost forgot," Austin smiled. He put his hands on Will's cheeks. "God, I've missed you."

Will closed his eyes when Austin hugged him again.

"You didn't have to come," Will said.

"Oh, but we did," Billie argued. She noticed Will's bruised neck when Austin pulled back. "We absolutely did."

Billie walked to the other side of Will's bed and took his hand.

"After what happened," Billie shook her head. "It really makes you realize that family is the most important thing."

"It's terrible what happened," Phillip sat on the corner of Will's bed. "And we all needed to make sure you were alright."

Paul came out of the bathroom and paused.

'Who the hell are these people?' Paul wondered. He made his way towards Will's bed. Paul's defenses were up. He didn't want or need anyone disturbing Will.

"Who's this?" Austin questioned seeing a man come out of the bathroom. A man that looked vaguely familiar.

"Oh," Will reached out for Paul's hand. "This is my boyfriend, Paul Narita."

Paul squeezed Will's hand gratefully, a giant smile on his face.

'A few weeks ago he never would have called me that,' Paul knew. 'And now he's letting everyone know we're together.'

Paul recalled his dream and the way his father implied he should marry Will.

'Maybe in a few years,' Paul dismissed. 'I need to tell Will how I feel before I even think about something that extreme.'

Billie and Phillip shared a look.

Austin, meanwhile, nodded and stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Austin Reed, Will's uncle," Austin explained. He hoped he didn't give away that he knew all too well who Paul was.

Paul shook the offered hand. "Oh," Paul said. "The one everyone thought was Will's father at first."

"Right," Austin smiled and shook his head. That situation would always be a sore spot. "I don't know," he glanced at Will. "I think I spent enough years raising him. I could pass him off as mine. Lucas'll never know."

"Right," Billie laughed. "That'll go over well."

Billie reached across Will to offer her hand. "Billie Reed, Will's aunt."

Paul nodded. "You're all Kate's children?"

"Yep," Billie answered.

"She doesn't like me much," Paul couldn't stop himself from saying.

"I wonder why," Phillip mumbled under his breath. He'd heard way too much from both of his parents about Paul Narita.

When Billie pinched his arm, Phillip winced. He stuck out his hand to shake. "Phillip Kiriakis, Will's youngest and best uncle."

"Rex is younger than you," Will commented.

Phillip glared at Will lightheartedly.

'Kiriakis?' Paul questioned. 'Maybe I should have learned the rest of Will's family tree last night.'

"Speaking of Rex," Billie ignored her brother's antics. "Him and Cassie are getting us coffee from the cafeteria."

"Really?" Will blinked, feeling overwhelmed. "You all came to see me?"

"They live in Chicago too. Plus, as they said," Austin put his arm around Will, nudging Paul out of the way. "What happened to you was awful. But it did remind us of whom and what really matter."

Paul handed Will the cup of water he got him. Will looked like he needed it.

"It's just weird," Will told Paul once they had a moment alone. "I haven't seen everyone in a long time. They weren't there when Ari was born or when I got married. It's just strange having them around now."

"I get it," Paul kissed the top of Will's head. "But you almost," Paul closed his eyes. "Something bad happened to you. They all love you. They want to make sure you're alright."

"I know," Will nodded. "It's just a lot to handle. I guess I'm used to being ignored after the last year."

Paul frowned. "That's not going to happen anymore," Paul vowed.

Before long the hospital filled with practically all Will's family. Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. Billie steered clear of Hope and Aiden. Phillip stayed away from Belle and Shawn. Everyone attempted to get along for Will's sake. Little Arianna went from relative to relative being showered in adoration.

Will stayed huddle with Paul on his bed.

"Sir," one guard called Will's attention. "The Mayor is here to see you."

"Oh," Will sat up straight in his bed. "Send him in."

"Will," Abe greeted. "You don't know how relieved I am that you're alright."

"Thanks," Will smiled awkwardly. He didn't know what to do with so many visitors and well-wishers.

"This town owes you their gratitude after what you did," Abe acknowledged.

"I was just doing my job," Will shrugged off the praise. "It wasn't really that hard."

"It was more than that," Abe insisted.

"And you," Abe nodded at Paul. "Thank you for getting to this one in time," Abe gestured towards Will. "I don't know what we would have done without him."

"I wouldn't know what to do without him either," Paul admitted.

"I know how proud your families are of you," Abe confessed. "Especially John," Abe remarked making Paul grin.

"I wanted to personally thank each of you," Abe added. "And to let you know this city and the state are doing everything we can to bring you and all the other victims justice."

"Now," Abe cleared his throat. "I considered giving you an award for services rendered. But something told me you wouldn't appreciate it," Abe laughed when he saw Will's wide eyes.

"Thank you," Will stuttered out.

"I also wasn't sure if it would bring too much attention towards you," Abe declared. "Everyone at the station thought you deserved something anyway."

Will glanced at Abe in interest.

Abe smiled. "We all thought you'd appreciate this more."

Will giggled when Abe presented him with a clearly homemade police badge and hat.

"Just like when I was younger," Will commented, pinning the badge on his hospital gown.

"Hey," John knocked on Will's door. He nodded to the officers standing guard.

"Dad," Paul greeted.

"I just came from the Salem Inn," John explained. He did a double take when he saw Will's badge. "I got your things and unfortunately I figured out a few other things."

"What other things?" Paul asked.

"It turns out," John started. "The reason Weston got into your room is because he flirted his way in. You staying there was allegedly a big secret. But that didn't matter to the girl at the front desk."

Will remembered the fake name he had to give to Derrick when he went to interview Paul.

"Anyway," John shook his head. "I made some inquiries. Looks like the Salem Inn is going to be hiring because they weren't happy. The concierge not only let in Weston but apparently the cleaning lady tipped off the press."

"What?" Will frowned. "That nice lady who cleaned the bathroom?"

"Yeah," John crossed his arms. "She knew that was Paul's room. When she cleaned it she recognized you from the article about your alibi. She figured she could make a profit telling the press you and your daughter were staying with Paul."

"I opened the door for her," Will frowned.

"It happened to be a giant coincidence. Weston got to the room at the same time she placed that call," John sighed.

Paul covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"What have they been reporting on?" Paul demanded.

John shook his head. "I don't think you want to know," he said.

"John," Will coughed. "Please."

Will took a drink of water, sighing when his throat felt better.

"The reputable ones are speculating on the truth," John revealed. "That Will almost became victim number 6. The less reliable ones," John barred his teeth. "Took the pictures of the two of you coming out of the hotel and made up their own story."

"What does that mean?" Paul wondered. He could only imagine the sight he and Will looked, bloodied and injured.

"They're just making things up," John insisted. "Saying Paul did that to Will's throat. Another suggested one of you was the killer. Hell, one even had the gall to suggest Paul caught you with Weston," John glanced at Will.

Will shivered. He wrapped his blanket tighter around himself.

Paul put his hand on Will's shoulder. "Have the police released a statement yet?" Paul questioned.

"A blanket one," John commented. "That they apprehended the Necktie Killer. They haven't released his name yet. Nothing about Will or you."

"Call your grandpa," Paul requested to Will. "Ask him what he's planning on doing now."

Will didn't hear Paul. He stared at his knees. All he could think about was someone thinking he wanted to be with Ben. That he could ever be with Ben.

"I'll call Roman," John cleared his throat. "I'll give you two a moment alone."

"Hey," Paul called. He put his hand on Will's knee. "Look at me, please."

Will shook his head. "Everyone is gonna think, they think that I, that I wanted," Will pressed his lips together. "Because of what I did before."

"No one is going to think anything," Paul argued. "Roman and Rafe aren't going to let that get out. OK? That's just a vicious rumor."

"Because of my reputation," Will closed his eyes. "Because they think I'm easy. But I'm not."

Paul opened his mouth to reprimand Will only to snap it closed in surprise.

"You're right, baby," Paul agreed. "You aren't. And no one important is going to think it's true."

"I wouldn't sleep with anyone else," Will insisted. "I wouldn't."

"I know," Paul put his arm around Will. "I know. We already talked about this. I don't have any doubt in my mind. Just like I know that what happened with Ben was out of your control."

"It was scary," Will admitted voice low.

Paul glanced at the door. John had mercifully closed it.

"He-he didn't, it wasn't even me," Will said. "B-Ben didn't see me. It was like I was just there. It could have been anyone. It wouldn't have mattered."

"Ben's sick and disgusting," Paul spat out. "And no one is ever going to touch you without your permission again."

"I wanna talk about something else," Will begged. "Please?"

"You owe me a date still," Paul reminded Will. He wanted nothing more than to distract Will from his lingering fears.

"I do?" Will asked.

"Remember?" Paul smiled. "You promised me your undivided attention as soon as this was over. I'm cashing in soon."

"I'd like that," Will admitted. "I think I have enough babysitters on hand anyway right now."

Paul and Will both glanced out his window to see Ari. She stood center stage in the waiting area singing her ABCs for everyone to hear.

Will smiled seeing his daughter in her element. "She certainly loves attention now," Will said.

"I'm thinking she gets that from her mom," Paul remarked.

"Oh," Will blinked. "Gabi. I need to get ahold of her. There's so much she needs to hear about."

"We can ask Rafe," Paul placated Will. Paul didn't want Will stressing out about anything right now.

"Not even just the, um, incident," Will caught Paul's eyes. "I want to tell her about you too. I want you two to meet."

"Really?" Paul asked, surprised.

"You're my boyfriend now. You're important to me and Ari," Will insisted. "Gabi deserves to meet you."

"Whenever you want to go see her," Paul decided. "I'll go with you."

"Yeah?" Will asked hopefully.

"Of course," Paul nodded. "If she's important to you and Ari, she's important to me."

Will kissed Paul on the mouth.

Once they separated, Paul had a question. "Why is it so easy for you to say you're my boyfriend now?" Paul wondered. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it. But a while ago you didn't want anyone to know."

"A while ago we were just messing around," Will admitted. "Now, though? We're serious. What we have is serious."

Will licked his lips. "Besides, after what happened?" Will touched his throat. "I don't want to take anything for granted."

Will grabbed Paul's large hand. "I wasted so much time denying us, denying myself this." Will squeezed Paul's hand. "I can't do that anymore. I can't miss out on any opportunity. You make me happy," Will confessed. "And I'm not apologizing to anyone for that."

"Good," Paul settled against Will, getting comfortable. "You shouldn't have to."

A few minutes later, Kayla Brady weaved her way through the maze of family members to Will's room.

"Someone is certainly popular," Kayla informed Will. "One last checkup, now."

Kayla began examining Will. She ensured nothing became aggravated overnight. She was finally satisfied that Will was as healthy as could be expected.

"You can go home," Kayla confided in Will. "But," she settled Will down. "I don't want you overexerting yourself. Make sure to rest that throat of yours."

"I promise," Will nodded.

Will wanted nothing more than to go home to his daughter and his boyfriend. He wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet. He wanted things to go back to normal.

As much as Will appreciated all the visitors, he hated what they represented.

'Everyone is only here because of what happened, what Ben tried to do,' Will knew. 'I don't want this changing my life, defining my life. I just want everything to be normal.'

"Also," Kayla requested after a glance at Will's chart. "Schedule a session with your therapist."

"Yeah," Will bunched his blanket in his hand. "That's probably a good idea."

Kayla went to the waiting room to inform everyone Will was being discharged from the hospital. The whole family planned to meet for dinner at the Brady pub that night.

Will nodded and smiled at everyone when they told him goodbye. He loved his family, he did. But there were so many of them. It was exhausting.

"You're sure you don't need me?" Lucas asked one last time.

"I'll be OK. I want some time to breathe," Will confirmed. "Go spend the day with your siblings. I'll see you at dinner later."

"Alright," Lucas nodded. "I love you, son."

"Love you too," Will replied with a smile.

Will watched his father hurry over to the brothers and sisters he rarely saw.

"You ready?" Paul asked. He gave Will and Lucas the privacy they deserved.

"God, yes," Will sighed. "I just want to get out of here."

Sami and Ari followed Will and Paul out of the hospital room. Will filled out all the necessary paperwork to check out.

"You've got everything, right?" Sami double-checked.

"The only thing I came in with were a child," Will poked Ari in the tummy. "And a boyfriend."

"Just making sure," Sami shrugged.

"Now," Sami explained as they headed towards the exit. "I bought some things for your recovery."

"Mom," Will shook his head. "You didn't have to do that."

"I did," Sami said seriously. "I told you once already. No one is getting in the way of my smothering."

"Now," Sami huffed. "I bought you several different teas and a new bottle of honey. Some different types of soup you can zap in the microwave. Plus a new humidifier."

Paul nudged Will with his elbow. Paul could tell Will loved this.

"I got different cough drops too," Sami continued. "I wasn't sure if you'd need them or not."

"Well, thank you," Will said. "I appreciate it."

"Ari got a few things too," Sami quickly added.

"Yay," Ari giggled. "I need toys."

"Sorry, Paul," Sami teased. "You didn't get anything."

"Sure I did," Paul pulled Will closer to him.

"Oh, god," Sami groaned. "How do you put up with that?"

"Be nice, Grammy," Ari teased. "Paul superhero boyfriend."

"Yeah," Paul flexed one arm for Ari's benefit.

"Mr. Horton," one of the police officers guarding Will commented. "We have a new set of officers to follow you home. Plainclothes in case you need to stop anywhere."

"Unfortunately," the officer added. "There's a group of reporters outside. What do you want to do?"

"Oh," Will frowned. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted this nightmare to be over.

"I've got this," Sami declared. Sami caught the eye of the officer. "Your car in front?"

"Yes, ma'am," the officer answered.

"Good, I'll distract them," Sami said. "And I want you three," Sami told Will, Paul, and Ari. "To sneak around back and get out of here."

"Are you sure?" Will asked. He didn't want his mom putting herself out there unnecessarily.

"You're my son," Sami declared. "I'm not letting anything or anyone bother you."

"OK," Will nodded.

'I hope mom knows how much I appreciate her. How great she's been throughout all this,' Will thought.

Will, Paul, and Ari watched Sami and the officer walk outside.

Sami, ignoring the camera flashes and questions thrown at her, cleared his throat.

"Thank you for the support you've shown my son. Rest assured he is both alive and well. We'd like to ask that you respect our family's privacy now. To let us recover from this ordeal," Sami stated confidently.

"Please direct any and all questions to the Salem Police department," Sami finished. "Thank you."

With that, Sami strutted towards the police car and got inside. She let the officer drive off knowing that Will, Paul, and Ari would be free to escape.

"Your mom's not so bad," Paul confessed. He had his arm wrapped tightly around Will's waist. "I don't know why everyone complains about her."

Will laughed until his throat hurt. "You're so cute."

"I'm just saying," Paul shrugged. "She's protective and clearly adores you and Ari. I can relate to that."

"Just make sure to stay on her good side," Will pointed out. "Otherwise you'll see what the fuss is about."

The three casually strolled through the Horton Town Square. Will wrapped a big scarf around his neck so no one could see the marks. Will hoped if they acted like nothing happened everyone else would too.

Despite that though, Will stayed closed to Paul.

"Daddy, look, look," Ari jumped up and down. "It's snow! It's snow!"

Sure enough, a light dusting of snow began to fall.

Will smiled. He was glad they didn't miss the first snow fall of the season.

"Let's go to the park," Paul suggested. "See if any of it sticks."

The three set off for the park, Will's guards following a few paces behind. They heard a loud voice behind them.

"Will," someone yelled before barreling into Will.

"T," Will gasped, almost falling over from the force of his hug. For one terrifying moment, Will froze up.

Paul visibly tensed defenses high. He noticed the guards moved forward.

Paul reached out and pulled T away from Will.

"I've been stuck at TBD," T complained, easily moving away. "But I saw the news. Holy crap, dude. I can't believe it."

Will awkwardly smiled. "I'm fine," he insisted.

"It's just crazy," T shook his head. "Everything about the past few months have been nuts."

"I have to get back inside," T gestured towards the club. "But I had to say I'm so glad you're alright."

T did a double-take when he saw Paul but didn't comment. "So crazy," he mumbled before walking off.

"That guy is strange," Paul stated.

"That's just T," Will shrugged. He held on to Paul's hand, needing his support.

"Park," Ari whined. She began tugging on Will's hand dragging him in the right direction.

"You two aren't cold, are you?" Paul questioned over an hour later.

Ari spun around and around trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

Ari shook her head insistently.

"I'm OK," Will told Paul. "You're keeping me warm."

"Good," Paul replied.

Paul and Will sat on an old, familiar park bench. They bunched in close.

Paul's phone began to ring.

"Sorry," Paul said, gathering his phone out of his jacket pocket.

"Moshi moshi," Paul greeted. "Um, yeah," Paul winced. "Mother, that was Will and I on the news."

Will glanced at Paul curiously. He could only imagine what Tori had to say about Will's latest problem.

"No, no he's fine," Paul insisted. "Yeah, that's Will's daughter. Uh huh, the cute one from the picture I sent you."

Will looked back at Ari. 'What in the world?'

"I'm fine," Paul argued. "If you want to but it's not necessary. Just a bump on the head and his throat is pretty bruised. No, I'm fine. The blood wasn't mine, Mother."

"Yes, yes," Paul nodded. "Well, you call me and decide what you want to do. OK, OK, yeah me too. Soreja mata, Mother."

Paul hung up. He stared at his phone with a strange expression on his face.

"How's your mom?" Will asked nervously.

"Actually," Paul gave Will a smile. "She asked about you. She saw us on the news and got worried."

"About me?" Will repeated, eyebrows halfway up his forehead. "Really?"

"Yeah," Paul linked his hand with Will's. "She wanted to make sure you were OK."

"You mean she wanted to see if I was dead and she didn't have to deal with me anymore?" Will asked slightly joking.

"No," Paul chuckled. "I think she's finally getting how much you mean to me."

"Wow," Will whispered.

"She's thinking about coming for Christmas," Paul revealed. "Meeting you again, getting to know Ari."

"Oh, wow," Will inhaled sharply. "That's big."

Despite how nervous that made Will feel he knew it meant a lot to Paul.

'He met my crazy family,' Will thought. 'I can try my best not to totally screw up with his mom…again.'

"You should tell her to come," Will choked out, coughing a bit.

"Yeah?" Paul nervously asked.

"Yeah," Will nodded. "I somehow convinced you to give me a second chance. Maybe I can win her over too."

Paul beamed at Will.

With Ari spinning and jumping in the snow, Paul put his hand around the back of Will's neck.

Will scooted closer to Paul.

Paul's fingers dug into the short locks of hair at the base of Will's skull. His thumb brushed behind Will's ear.

Paul didn't care about the bruises. The hordes of family members. The fact that half of their families still couldn't understand their relationship.

Paul knew what he felt for Will. He knew what he felt for Ari.

'That's all that matters now,' Paul thought. He dreamily stared into Will's big, blue eyes. 'Keeping Will and Ari safe and happy.'

Will swallowed nervously, a shy smile on his face. No one had looked at him like this in a long time.

Paul bent forward, closing the distance between them.

Will pressed his lips against Paul's, squeezing Paul's thigh. The kiss was light but full of meaning. Ari giggled behind them.

Finally, they eased apart for air.

Will and Paul both smiled, lost in one another.

They heard a stick snap.

Will and Paul turned their heads towards the sound. Their eyes widened.

Sonny Kiriakis stood staring at them, expression impossible to read.

Author's note:

I was so annoyed with how little people showed up for Will's funeral. So, again, I rectified that mistake. I tried to include all of Will's aunts and uncles but I had literally no room for Mike Horton. What's he even doing?

Thank you all for the comments! I appreciate them all.

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