Z is for Zachary

"Zach! Come help me get this all set up!" Beck called for his son, but the latter didn't answer.

"Zachary Oliver, get in here or I'm going to block all the naughty channels on the TV!"

A kid appeared in the doorway, blushing.

"Dad," he groaned, shaking his head. "What's wrong with you?"

"I know what you do in your free time," Beck teased his son, and Zachary groaned again.

"Kidding," Beck ruffled his hair.

"So what are you doing, anyway?" Zachary asked, looking around the spacious dining room. The mansion Beck had bought was huge, and the dining room was patterned beautiful mahogany and oak.

"I'm setting this up," Beck gestured at the table, which had a lace table cloth on it. Surrounding it was every plate the Oliver house had, along with silverware, crystal glasses and velvet napkins.

"For what?"

"It's your mother's birthday," Beck said. "I'm making her dinner."

"You can't cook," Zachary laughed, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

"Watch it, kid," Beck warned, smirking slightly. Zachary was his life, and pretty much his best friend. His son was so close to him…Family was everything. He looked like his mother, with the dark hair and her eyes. He was thin like her too, but he had Beck's olive skin and his straight nose.

"Did you get her a present?"

"Yep, I bought her a necklace," Beck gestured to the vanity cabinet, and Zach walked over to it. He looked at it for a moment. "What do you think?"

"It's nice, but why does it say HA?"

"Hollywood Arts," explained Beck. "It's where we met, and had our first kiss."

"Ugh, TMI," Zachary laughed, and then dodged as his father playfully threw a thick napkin at him.

"So are you going to help me or just make jokes?"

"Make jokes."

Beck laughed.

"Fair enough, but could you at least show me where these go? I mean, why do we have so many forks?"

"The little one is for salad," Zachary explained. "And it goes on the outside on the opposite side of the soup spoon…Then this one goes here…And this one, here. And then these two are right here. Voila."

Beck looked down at the perfect dining wear arrangement his son had just set up and put his hands on his hips impressively.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I've got a lot of free time," Zach laughed.

"You do not," Beck said, mirroring the arrangement at the seat across from the one Zachary had just set up. "You're never home…"

"I am now."

"Because you're waiting for your girl friend to get her," Beck wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "How is little Daffodil doing, anyway?"

"Okay, dad, you need to stop," Zachary took out his phone and started to text.

"I think it's great you're dating her," he smiled. "Her parents and I were friends in high school, you know."

"Yes, I've been told by her mom. And we're not dating, we're just friends."

"Cat told you we were friends?" Beck asked, smiling even more widely.

"Only about a hundred times."

"Same old Cat," Beck shook his head affectionately. "Okay, does this look good?"

"Mom will think its fine," Zachary said. "She won't be expecting good…She did marry you, after all."

"That's it, tyke," Beck playfully tackled his son to the ground and they play wrestled.

"Get off," laughed Zachary.

"Not until you learn some respect."

They laughed and played, until the slamming of a door brought them to their tenses. Mrs. Oliver appeared at the living room, frowning.

"Hey mom," Zach grunted. "Get this old man off of me."

She laughed, and Beck got off of his son.

"Okay, have fun with your girlfriend tonight," Beck shooed him out of the room. He turned to his wife, and pushed a lock of her dark hair out of her eyes.

"Happy Birthday."

"Thanks…Is this your creation?" she gestured towards the table.

He laughed.

"I made you dinner."

"Well thank you…"

"You're welcome."

He leaned forward to brush a kiss on her lips.

"I love you, Jade."

Note: Okay, that's all guys! I hope you liked this chapter, and this story! It's sad it's over, but don't worry! Haha, we don't have to say goodbye! I just posted three more new Victorious stories. One is AndreBC as I promised, and the other is called Little Cat In The Big House. It's about what happens when the police find out Cat was the one who set Mona Patterson's house on fire. So you should read them because you know…I want you to. Review one last time? 143!