Brandon followed Dylan down the beach as best he could. It was difficult enough to have your leg in a cast, but to try to use crutches in the sand was almost impossible. Dylan turned around to look at Brandon when he saw how much he was struggling. Dylan saw Kelly in the distance, watching the two men, but Dylan was pretty sure he was out of earshot.

"C'mon man. Sit down before you hurt yourself." Brandon obliged, as Dylan laid his surfboard in the sand for Brandon to sit on. Dylan sat several feet from Brandon, but close enough that they could hear each other over the roar of the waves. There was silence for several minutes before Brandon spoke up.

"Listen, bro. I want to say I'm sorry."

"What can you be sorry for, Brandon? You didn't do anything wrong," Dylan said looking at Brandon.

"I'm sorry you feel like you've lost a son. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Yeah, well Brandon. It's not your fault. This is all Kelly's doing."

Brandon looked over at Dylan. "She didn't mean it, bro. She honestly thought all this time that you were Sammy's father. You've got to cut her some slack."

"Is that what you're going to do? Really Brandon? You've lost 5 years with your kid. You can't get that back."

Brandon looked over the ocean and sighed. "I know. And I hate it. But I'm lucky he's got a great mother and an Uncle Dylan that's taken great care of him." Brandon looked over at Dylan, hopeful to get a smile out of him.

Dylan relaxed a little and took a deep breath. "It's going to take some time. But I guess I'm happy it's you that's his father, rather than some other asshole," Dylan replied halfheartedly. "You've got a great son, Brandon."

"Thanks, man."

"Though I hate to admit it, come to think of it- he acts a lot like you."

Brandon laughed. "It's a good thing he looks like his mother."

"A very good thing."

The two men watched the waves come in for several more minutes. "So what are you going to tell him?"

"I have no clue."

"Have you talked to Kelly about it?"

"No. We really haven't' talked at all since she got the results last night. She's been pretty upset."

"You need to talk to her Brandon. I'll be around if you guys need me. But Sam has a right to know."

"Yeah. Thanks bro," Brandon replied, as Dylan helped him up.

"Hey, so you know where you're sister is?"

"Well, when I left the house, she was over at Kelly's with the baby, Sam and Silver."

"Ok, man. I'm gonna go."

"Dylan, everything okay between you and Bren?"

"Yeah, Brandon, everything's fine."

The two men parted ways, and Brandon made his way down the beach to find the mother of his child.

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Brandon found Kelly back in the lifeguard chair. It had been her sanctuary for as long as he could remember; whether she was writing in her journal or just watching the people go by. He slowly made his way to her, a concerned look on his face.

"I was worried about you, you know. You left the house without telling anyone where you were going."

"I needed some time alone, Brandon," Kelly responded, looking up at the sky, tears still in her eyes.

Brandon walked over to Kelly and grabbed her hand. "May I sit down?"

Kelly nodded, tears rolling down her face. Brandon used his upper body strength to pull himself up in to the lifeguard chair. He wrapped his arms around Kelly, trying to comfort her and kissed her head. Kelly leaned her head back against Brandon's. She never wanted the moment to end. Brandon had helped Kelly through so much, and this time was no different.

"I want to move back, Kel."

Kelly turned in her seat, looking into Brandon's eyes. "Brandon, I don't want to you to feel obligated to do anything."

Brandon leaned down, kissing Kelly gently. "I don't feel obligated at all. This is what I want. I want you, Kelly. I want Sam."

Kelly smiled at Brandon as she leaned into him again. Brandon felt his pocket vibrate and he took his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the text, put it back in his shorts and smiled.

"What did it say?" Kelly asked.

Brandon looked down at Kelly and smiled. "Silver is going to take Sammy to the beach club for the day."

"Oh really, Mr. Walsh," Kelly said as she slowly sat up straight in the chair. "How about you take me home then?"

"I'd be honored," he replied as he took her hand and she jumped down from the chair, helping Brandon to the car.

So I'm hoping the conversation between Brandon and Dylan wasn't too short for you all. I didn't want him too mad at Brandon cause I want Dylan to help Sammy through this transition.

I'm hoping this story is not becoming too predictable. If you guys have any suggestions, please let me know. Have a good weekend!