"Margot Margot Margot!"

"Dad, oh my god, relax!"

Gripping onto the handle above his head, Craig let out a huff of breath as the car came to a sudden stop.

"You can't-why do you wait so long to break?!"

"You do that, too!" Margot laughed, adjusting her sunglasses. Craig scoffed, relaxing in the seat as the light turned green.

"Well, don't follow after my example, I've told you that since you were little." He muttered, glancing over at his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

She's grown into quite the young woman: bright brown eyes, wavy brown hair that rested on her shoulders, freckles dusting her nose. Despite Craig's own height, she only grew to be around five foot eight, but she's still taller than most girls in her grade.

"Dad, you're a cop, shouldn't you-like-I don't know, be good at driving? Be a law-abiding citizen?" She laughed, looking both ways before making the turn.

"Yeah, but you've seen me when I've had to speed off somewhere. There's no rules when I get a call." Craig snorted. Margot let out a soft laugh, stomach lurching suddenly as she made the final turn of their trip.

"…you really think this is a good idea?"

"I don't think it's a good idea, but I think it will be good for you."

Margot leaned back in the driver's seat as she parked the car, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. Biting on her nail, a nervous habit she's established over the years, Margot whined quietly as she turned the car off.

"What if it isn't? What if…dunno, what if she doesn't want to see me?"

Craig looked forward out the windshield, arms crossing across his chest as he thought a moment. It was a difficult question, but it shouldn't be. Finally, a minute later, Craig looked over at Margot. He reached out, taking his hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze.

"I'm sure she'll be surprised. Plus, it's not like she has a choice."

Snorting quietly, Margot nodded before giving Craig's hand a gentle squeeze. She paused, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment. It was scary, but it's something she's been wanting to do since she was twelve.

"Okay," She exhaled, looking at her dad. "Let's go."

It was a process to get into the prison, but Craig knew some of the guards, which made everything run a little smoother. Guiding Margot along with a hand on her lower back, Craig made sure to take them directly to where Margot wanted to be: the visitor's center. It looked just like the movies to Margot: lines of phones and bullet proof glass for the inmates to see through filled the room, her heart hammering as Craig guided her towards the booth the guard told them to go to.

"Dad-dad, you're gonna be nearby, right?" She quickly whispered, looking up at Craig with nervous eyes. Craig gave a soft chuckle, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll be watching from the side, princess." He muttered, Margot nodding before turning towards booth twenty-three. Sucking in a deep breath, she took careful steps over to the chair waiting for her.

They reached the booth at the same time, just on separate sides of the glass. She looked…bad, but Margot expected that. After situating herself on the chair, Margot carefully lifted the phone to her ear, the woman on the other side doing the same.

"Well…haven't you grown."

"…hi mom." Margot breathed out, Ellie smiling a bit at the name.

"When they told me I had a visitor, I was surprised."

"Don't get many visitors?" Ellie shook her head, leaning on the palm of her unoccupied hand.

"I don't give a fuck, to be honest. I've been in and out of this place for ten years now, I got friends behind this glass." She scoffed, a small smirk on her face. Margot hummed quietly, thinking for a moment before she continued on.

"Do you have any idea as to why I might have wanted to see you?"

"Well…if I had to guess, I'd assume closure."

Margot nodded slowly, sucking in a deep breath to calm her pounding heart.

"…why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do what you did? Not the drugs. Not the drinking and driving. Why did you abandon me when I was a baby?" Her words were slow and meticulous, obviously something that Margot had rehearsed countless times. She enjoyed the way her mother looked caught off guard, something that she's always secretly dreamed of. Ellie always got her way, so it was nice to see her surprised by something.

"Well…suppose I should've expected that one, huh?"

"Stop procrastinating and just tell me," Margot hissed out between her teeth. Ellie chuckled softly, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arm across her chest. Margot gave her time to think, but after a few minutes passed, she groaned in frustration, "Look, I don't have-!"

"Because I never wanted to be a mom…I…hated being pregnant with you."

It fucking stung, but Margot couldn't say she was surprised. Wincing a bit at the words, Margot nodded slowly, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat.

"And when you came back…about eleven years ago…what changed? You were so adamant about being my mom, then." She said slowly. Ellie shrugged after a moment, letting out a sigh.

"I had been so alone, you know? I…I thought about you one night. Wondered how you were. Then…I realized I made a mistake…I panicked. I completely panicked and realized I did something wrong, so that's why I came back: to right that wrong."

Margot slowly glared towards Ellie, locking eyes with her as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the little ledge in front of her.

"And by righting that wrong…you decided it was okay to come into my life, treat me like a princess, but that it was okay to hit my fucking father?"

They stared at each other, eyes dark as Ellie leaned forward to lean on the ledge on her side of the glass. After a moment, she let out a forceful puff of air out of her nose, a smirk cross Ellie's face.

"Your father is pathetic. He's a useless faggot, you know."

"No. I don't know, because my father is my best friend. My father raised me with his own two hands and his entire heart and soul, and you tried to diminish that when you tried to guilt him for dating someone he really loves."

Ellie let out a harsh laugh, Margot feeling angry tears pool into her eyes.

"Please, that little blonde twink? I could take him any day."

"It's not about strength, Ellie," Margot hissed, noticing the way the woman across from her jumped slightly at the use of her name. "It's about being there for your own damn kid! You act like you never did anything wrong ever and it's bullshit! You were completely in the wrong that day of my recital when I was five! You made me turn against my father because I was angry that he lied to me about where you were! Did you know I cried for you every Mother's Day?"

Ellie snarled under her breath, hand slamming against the glass. The guards behind her moved to restrain her, but Margot shook her head towards them.

"You little brat! I came back! Isn't that what you wanted?! Your mom?! You wanted your fucking mother, and here you are, swearing at her and blaming her for something that wasn't her fault. Your father shouldn't have been dating your dance teacher! He was mine! Your father was mine and when I showed up and let him know that I was pregnant, he had the audacity to tell me he's gay! GAY! He didn't love me! He didn't love me when we had you!"

"BUT HE LOVES ME!" Margot screamed, fist slamming down on the ledge in front of her. Craig pushed off the wall as he heard her, walking closer towards where his daughter sat as he heard her muffled sobs. "Dad loves me more than you ever have…he-he held me every Mother's Day until I was red in the face from crying. Dad danced with all the other moms at my ballet recital when I was ten and they had a mommy daughter dance. Dad drove me to the store when I got my first period and helped me pick out the right supplies after calling Aunt Tricia for advice. Dad makes me a birthday cake every year despite my birthday falling on his favorite holiday. He always takes me out to dinner and would celebrate Valentine's Day the next night with dad. He says that my birthday only comes around once a year and that I deserve to be spoiled for my birthday. Dad has been teaching me how to drive in LA traffic so I can pass my driver's test in three weeks. D-Dad loves me and has taught me how to love. He-He's taught me that I'm capable of being loved, even…even if you weren't there…Dad was all I needed."

The words struck Craig right in his core, chest expanding as he sucked in a deep breath. He could see the top of Ellie's head on the other side of the glass, see how she shook it in disbelief. Craig didn't care. All he knew was he had managed to raise this young woman all on his own (for the most part) and he couldn't have been prouder as to how she's been carrying herself today.

Craig Tucker has done a damn good job in raising his daughter.

"Your father lied to you…remember that. He lied to you for five years and he could do it again."

"He lied to me to protect me from the truth about you."

"Yeah, and what's the truth?"

"That you're a fucking monster!" Margot sobbed, jumping as she felt a hand rest on her back. Turning, Margot sighed in relief as she saw it as her dad beside her, head dropping forward and resting against his hip. "Am...am I yelling?" She whispered after setting the phone aside, Craig chuckling as he stroked her hair.

"A little, but it's okay."

"I'm…I'm almost done…but stay here," Margot instructed. Craig gave a soft nod, looking up and staring at Ellie. She looked pale at the sight of him, but her eyes were dark. Holding the phone back up to her ear, Margot sucked in a breath before slowly releasing it. "…I never want to see you again. Don't try and contact me. Don't try and find me. I don't want to see you ever again and if you ever threaten my dads again like you did all those years ago? I'll fucking destroy you."

Ellie smirked slightly, a chuckle rumbling in Margot's ear.

"…that's my girl."

Margot tossed the phone down at the sentence, the plastic clattering on the ledge as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around Craig's chest. Rubbing her back as she sobbed the tears she's been holding back, Craig gently lifted the phone to his ear, his breath calm as he locked eyes with Ellie.

"You look like shit." He muttered, Ellie scoffing as she smiled. It wasn't a sincere smile.

"Wish I could say the same for you." She purred, looking him up and down. He ignored the look, swallowing the anger that sat at the tip of his tongue.

"Do you feel better? Feel satisfied knowing you're still a bitch to your own daughter?"

"She's a bit of a bitch herself. Must come from me. Or maybe it's from the twink you undoubtedly married."

Craig snorted, lifting his left hand. It felt like Ellie's gaze was trying to melt the ring off his finger, but it couldn't penetrate the bullet proof glass.

"We got married when Margot was almost nine."

"Surprised you waited that long."

"I had other things to worry about, like making sure the restraining order I filed against you was still in effect when I heard you got out."

Ellie let out a laugh, leaning back in her chair again.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me. I'm probably not getting out of here any time soon. I was put back in here not long after I got out that time, anyways."

They fell quiet after that, Craig slowly pointing to the scars that rest under his left eye.

"They haven't faded yet, you know."

"Some of my best work, if I do say so."

"You're unbelievable," Craig scoffed, lowering the phone for a moment. Pressing a kiss to Margot's hair as he heard her fall silent, Craig tilted her chin up. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah…y-yeah. But…you want to say something to her, don't you?"

Craig nodded slowly, nodding his head towards the wall.

"I have some things to say, but they aren't for your ears. Don't look at her as you leave. Just head over there, okay?"

Nodding, Margot shuffled over towards where her dad was previously standing, but she ducked down and hid in a booth that was still within earshot. Yeah, her dad said it wasn't for her ears, but how could she miss a chance to hear him curse her stupid fucking mom out?

Sitting down, Craig leaned on his elbows as he tried to figure out what to say.

"I miss you." Ellie whispered, pressing her palm to the glass. Craig glared at her hand, the breath he was holding slowly releasing.

"Don't you fucking dare say you miss me. You don't get to miss me. You abused me. You abandoned my daughter-"

"She's my daughter-!"

"She was never your daughter, Ellie," Craig snapped, voice nearly a growl as he leaned even closer to the glass. He was mere inches away, the breath from his nose making the glass fog up slightly. "You don't get to call her that because you didn't raise her. You showed up for two weeks, spoiled her, made my life fucking hell, and then humiliated me and my then boyfriend in front of an entire auditorium full of people. You're disgusting. You're a fucking cunt. And I hope you fucking rot in this god forsaken place." He enjoyed the way Ellie sunk back in her seat, eyes wide as she held the phone closer to her face.

"You don't-you couldn't possibly mean that."

Craig rolled his eyes, scoffing as he backed up a bit from the glass. "Please, don't act so fucking innocent. I loathe you and I hope you know that. I hope you know that I will never think of you after today. Margot will never think of you after today. This is the last time you will ever see either of us, so I hope you've said everything and anything you've wanted to say."

Ellie sucked in a shaky breath, exhaling as she pressed her hand longingly to the glass again.

"Maybe I'll see you in Heaven."

Craig smirked, pushing the chair back. The metal scraped along the tiled floor, but he barely noticed the sound as he locked eyes with Ellie. Goodbye, you fucking bitch.

"Not a chance. I'll see you in Hell."

He quickly slammed the phone down on the receiver, ignoring the muffled sound of Ellie calling out to him. Margot jumped up from the chair she was sitting in as Craig passed her, blushing as she was caught eavesdropping.

"S-Sorry, I-" Margot yelped as Craig tugged her into a hug after they left the visitor's center, the weight of her dad's embrace crushing her. She didn't mind, her eyes fluttering shut as she quickly returned the embrace.

"Don't be sorry. I'm so proud of you."

"R-Really, dad?"

"Really."

"…thank you." She whispered. Craig pulled back slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead and smiling weakly. It was an emotional and exhausting twenty-five minutes, but it was well needed. Margot gave the same weak smile back to Craig, a giggle escaping her lips as Craig squeezed her shoulders. That's right. She's ticklish on her neck.

"C'mon, princess…let's leave this place and that woman forever."

The footsteps running down the hall were frantic, which only meant one thing: Margot couldn't find something.

"Dads, have you seen that-that, uh, that like-shit-that little silver bag I bought to go with my dress?!"

Looking over from the tv, Craig blinked a few times as he saw his daughter.

"Did you check your closet?"

"That's not helping! Dad!"

"I got it, Craig." Turning his head, Craig hummed as his lips met his husbands, lips turning up into a smile as he watched Tweek's lips turn up also as they pulled away.

"Stop kissing and help me, please!" Margot whined, Tweek snorting as he stretched his arms above his head.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He laughed, following Margot down the hall. "Why don't you finish getting ready while I search?"

"Okay-okay, yeah. Teamwork. Good idea." Margot breathed out. Her hair was half curled and her make up still needed to be done, so it made sense for Tweek to search instead of both of them. After all, Margot seemed pretty frantic.

"What time is your date coming over?"

"Um…they said five thirty. Homecoming starts at seven and we were going to take some pictures here then go to Oliva's house for some group pictures." She explained, hands working frantically to finish up her hair.

"I'm excited to meet them. You said you two have been kind of dating?" Tweek questioned. He smiled a bit as he looked over his shoulder to see Margot blushing in the mirror, her hair just about done at this point.

"Well…yeah," She breathed out, smile crossing her face. "They were new to the school at the beginning of the year and we just…hit it off."

"I'm sure they're fantastic." Tweek chuckled, moving a few more things around Margot's closet. Making a triumphant noise, Tweek tugged the missing bag out from under a pile of clothes, Margot grinning in the mirror as he held it up.

"Ugh! Thank you, dad! I was so fricken worried. Where was it?!"

"Under your dirty clothes," He snorted, setting it on her bed. Sitting on the edge of said bed, Tweek leaned back on the palms of his hand as he watched her start her makeup. "Your dad's birthday is coming up."

Margot gasped, a grin crawling across her face as she turned to face Tweek, face half down up with make-up.

"I'm so glad you brought this up!" She whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure her dad didn't suddenly appear. "I know the big four oh was a few years ago, but he's turning forty-two and I wanna give him something special. When…when we went to visit my mom a few weeks ago, I hadn't really realized just how much he's done for me until I got so angry at my mom for doing nothing…for being nothing. So…I want to put together a big scrapbook from the time you entered our lives until tonight. I figured it would be something simple and fun for us to do together." Margot's enthusiasm about the gift idea made Tweek's heart swell, a grin crossing his face as he nodded in agreement.

"That sounds like a perfect gift idea for your dad. Maybe we can make him dinner, too."

"Oh! That's perfect! Knowing him, he'll cry. He's gotten so sappy over the years!" She laughed, Tweek's own laugh escaping his lips.

"Just be prepared. He may cry tonight."

Snorting, Margot looked at Tweek out of the corner of her eye as she finished up her makeup.

"I've been preparing myself and my date all day for that possibility."

Craig was growing restless. They disappeared to find her purse nearly an hour ago! He was sure Tweek was just sitting in there talking with Margot, but Margot had already told him her date was coming at five thirty and it was approaching five fifteen.

"Cutting it close…" He muttered to himself, but he's the king of cutting it close. Margot probably got that from him. Footsteps suddenly met his ears, eyes lighting up as his husband emerged from the hallway.

"Found her purse."

"Took you that long?"

"No," Tweek put a knee on either side of Craig's thighs, settling in his lap with a soft smile. "We were talking."

"I hope not about me."

"About you."

"Oh," Craig teased, Tweek giggling as he leaned forward and pressed light kisses to his throat. "What about me?"

"Just the fact your birthday is coming up." Tweek muttered, hand tangling into Craig's hair. The raven-haired man chuckled against his neck, nipping lightly against the skin.

"That's right. And you know what else is approaching even before that?"

Tweek couldn't help but smile, a grin crossing his face as he tugged Craig's face up so he could rest his forehead against his.

"Our anniversary." He whispered, the words making both men smile.

"That's right," Craig pressed a soft peck to Tweek's lips, the blonde humming as he silently chased after his husband's lips for another. "Seven years this year."

"It feels like longer."

"Please, I still feel like I married you last year." Craig mumbled, Tweek letting out a laugh as Craig laid them down.

They got married at a converted barn not long after the school year started when Margot was nine, the day sunny and beautiful, but the reception was an absolute downpour. Neither cared, and their guests didn't either. Everyone danced the night away in the rain, both men having their first dance to Can't Help Falling in Love as it thundered and lightning around them. Everyone watched them dance from the comfort of the barn, but it was the most magical moment of Tweek's entire life. It was a cheesy and cliche song, but it felt so right to the both of them to be dancing to it.

"I still think about that night." Tweek remarked, Craig nuzzling his nose against Tweek's.

"Me too," He muttered. Leaning forward, Craig pressed his lips lightly against Tweek's, a soft hum escaping both their lips. They both pulled away as the sound of heels met their ears a minute later, Craig's eyes widening a bit as he sat upright. There, looking like an absolute princess, was his Margot. She wore a light blue dress that went down to her knees, the top high necked while the bottom was made with sparkly tulle that wasn't too puffed out. She said it reminded her of the first tutu she ever got for ballet, Tweek being the one to get it for her. It was a gift for her when she moved up into the more advanced class with a different teacher. Her shoes were a sparkly silver (which matched her purse) and her hair and makeup were down beautifully. It took a moment for Craig to realize, but the wind had literally been knocked out of him. Margot wasn't just a young woman anymore: she was a woman. A strong, independent, and beautiful woman. "Oh wow." He croaked, Margot blushing as she did a twirl.

"Well?"

"You look stunning!" Tweek gasped, jumping up to really inspect Margot's outfit.

"You mean it?!"

"Of course! I've always said blue was your color!" He laughed, noticing the silence coming from his husband. Pausing, Tweek turned and looked over in time to see Craig stand up. He could already see the glossy look in Craig's eyes, but he was grinning as he sniffled.

"I'm…I'm impressed. You clean up nicely, princess."

"I can say the same about you, dude." Margot chuckled, Craig smirking a bit. Silently, Craig tugged Margot into a tight hug, squeezing his eyes shut as he sniffled quietly.

"…I'm so proud of the woman you've become." He muttered, sighing as he felt Tweek's hand rest on his lower back. Margot laughed softly against his shoulder, smiling up at him as they pulled away. The heels added on an extra three inches, so she was at Craig's chin with the height. She towered over Tweek, the five-foot five blonde accepting that he was always going to be the shortest in the household a long time ago.

"Thanks, dad…I have you to thank…and you too, dad." She added, grabbing onto Tweek's hand. The blonde gave a soft smile, humming as a knock came from the front door.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He whispered, Margot blushing as she turned to go get the front door. There were some soft mumbles coming from the two at the door, but both men blinked as Margot walked into the room hand-in-hand with her date.

"Dads…meet my date…Camille."

The blonde girl gave a soft wave, bright red lips revealing some pearly whites that no doubt were treated by braces a few years ago. She wore a pretty olive-green dress that coordinated beautifully with Margot's blue dress, her shoes gold instead of silver. They looked…stunning next to one another.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mr. Tucker." She breathed out, Craig smirking as he put his hands on his hips.

"It's an absolute pleasure to meet you," He said, turning his attention to Margot. "Is there…some information you've been keeping from us, Margot Aurora?"

Margot blushed at the use of her middle name, rubbing at the back of her neck. The notion made Tweek smile; it was something she had to have picked up from Craig.

"Um…yeah, about that," She let out a soft laugh, looking over at Camille. Craig couldn't help but notice the soft little nod of encouragement the girl gave, Margot sucking in a breath as she looked at her dads. "I'm bisexual." She breathed out, a grin crossing her face as Camille leaned her cheek against her shoulder. Tweek hummed quietly, leaning his own cheek against Craig's shoulder. Craig couldn't help but laugh softly at the picture, his damn daughter having his exact same taste in people, apparently: pale, curly haired blondes with long legs and bright green eyes.

"That's my girl." Craig muttered, Margot grinning slowly as she let out a soft laugh. They spent some time taking photos, the girls giggling as they tried to figure out different poses for each picture. It ended with one of them kissing, Craig feeling his heart swell with happiness as he realized his daughter got to hold her date's hand and kiss her at her homecoming. It was something he looked back on often and wondered if he'd be happier in high school if he had figured out his sexuality sooner. But, then again, he wouldn't have this beautiful girl in his life if he had figured his sexuality out in high school.

The couple left around six to head over to the Marsh household for more pictures, both men standing at the window and watching them get into Camille's car (she was licensed, something Craig exaggerated to Margot.

"Oh! Camille passed her driver's test on the first time? What's next week's test number, Margot? Two? Three?"

"...Four.")

They waited until they couldn't see the car anymore before settling on the couch, Tweek's nose nuzzling into Craig's throat out of instinct.

"Wait until Clyde finds out." Craig muttered, Tweek smiling.

"Let her tell him, Craig."

"Oh I am. But he's always had a hunch about her."

"Do you still think their son is going to be gay?"

"…a little bit."

Tweek let out a soft laugh, lifting his head so he could look Craig in the eyes.

"Keith is only ten. Don't expect to see any signs or whatever yet." Tweek reiterated, the silly conversation a common one between the two husbands. With a grin on his face, Craig leaned his forehead against Tweek's, hand running up under his shirt to run up and down his side.

"Did you notice something about Camille?" He asked, Tweek snorting as he shifted so Craig could pick him up. They had an empty house until who knows when, Margot potentially spending the night at Olivia's after the dance. Of course they were going to take advantage of the peace and quiet.

"Like the fact she had curly blonde hair, is pale, and significantly shorter than Margot?"

"…yeah, exactly that." Craig mumbled, Tweek's legs wrapping around waist as he hoisted his husband into the air. A grin crossed both their faces, the blonde pressing gentle kisses over and over again to Craig's lips.

"Like father like daughter." They fell silent after that, Craig suddenly feeling very thankful and very fortunate for how his life has turned out.

Craig Tucker had a life plan: he would go to college, get a degree in physics, find a job, settle down, and maybe have a family, all by the age of thirty-five. But life doesn't always go according to plan, he found out.

Craig Tucker went to college, got a degree in physics, had a daughter at twenty-six, raised said daughter by himself until he was thirty-one, met a beautiful man with sunshine hair and the prettiest laugh that stole his heart, and settled down finally with the love of his life…but he did do it all by the age of thirty-five. He barely made it, but that's okay. Craig knew when Margot came along, that things were going to be out of order, that things were going to have to wait.

There was one question, however, that Margot asked him eleven years ago, and Craig Tucker thanks the heavens every day that he didn't say no to this one.

"Daddy, can I take ballet classes?"

NOTE: AAAAAAA!

I'm FINALLY DONE!

This has been my shortest story, but it has taken me the longest to write. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU all SO MUCH for reading and for sticking with me! I really really really hope you enjoyed this epilogue and if there are still some questions you need answered, just comment them or ask me on tumblr! I unfortunately didn't want to epilogue to get too long, so I stuck to these two main scenes that I figured were the most important. I really appreciate and love you all and thank you so much again for reading!

Any and all feedback is appreciated, and until the next update! xoxo-Summer 3