A/N: I apologize that this is late! Crap got in the way and I started summer school and whatnot. But, here's the next chapter.

A week later, Zach was putting the final box in his truck. It was move in day for the athletes as they were going to be in football camp the following week and school would start a week after that. Santana stood in the kitchen looking out the window drinking her morning coffee.

Brittany came and leaned against the counter beside her, knowing full well what her wife was looking at.

"He had to grow up eventually." Brittany mumbled behind a cup of peppermint tea.

"I know." Santana wiped a single tear from rolling down her cheek.

Brittany went behind her wife and held her from behind.

"Hey, how about tonight, you, me, and a hot bubble bath?"

"Sounds good, Britt-Britt." Santana said wiping more tears from her eyes.

"He's just going to be 20 minutes away. 15 when he moves into that apartment."

"I know. Just the thought of my baby boy growing up."

"It's okay I get it."

The couple stood there until Zach walked in. Santana and Brittany agreed to go help him move his stuff in.

Zach had pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge when his phone rang. The couple continued to stare into each other's eyes.

Incoming Call: Unknown

"Hello?" He answered rolling his eyes at the love haze his mom and Brittany seemed to be in.

"Hello Zachary Lopez?"

Zach recognized that voice, it was the voice of General Peters.

"General Peters?"

That snapped Santana and Brittany out of their love haze.

"Yes, how did you know it was me?"

"With all due respect sir, no one forgets the voice of a man that brings them bad news thirty minutes before their high school graduation ceremony."

"I apologize son. I hope today isn't an important day."

"It's just move in day at the University of Southern California." He replied softly. He heard the Marine General take a deep breath. "I take it this isn't a phone call to inform me of good news."

"I'm really sorry son. I would do this on any other normal day, but I feel that you should know the truth before the Times and CNN get it."

"He's dead, isn't he?" Zach asked softly.

Santana and Brittany continued to stare at Zach. His eyes were starting to water.

"Yes. I'm so sorry son."

"Do you have funeral arrangements made already?"

"Yes. Of course. The memorial service is going to be this Saturday. Los Angeles National Cemetery. Service starts at 0900 sharp."

"Okay, I will see you then."

"See you then, Zachary. I apologize for you loss. He served this country with great pride. Good luck at the University of Southern California. It's quite a fine institution."

"Thank you. Have a good day, General Peters."

"You too. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Zach hung up the phone and looked at his mom and Brittany.

"Mijo..."

"You guys ready to go? We should get going." Zach was searching his pockets for his keys.

"Zach..." Brittany breathed out.

"I should go grab my backpack and keys out of my room."

"You don't get to play this off like it's nothing, mijo..."

"I'm not playing it off like it's nothing."

"Mijo, I heard you say funeral arrangements. You don't get to play this off like it's nothing."

"Well... this is ironic. Coming from his ex girlfriend that wanted nothing to do with him." Zach snapped.

"Hey! You don't get to talk to your mom like that!" Brittany said firmly. "You spent the majority of the summer locking yourself away in that apartment because you wanted to avoid us asking you how you were doing! Well, I'm sorry! You're done, hiding! Your done, burying your feelings under the carpet! Your done, pulling the bullshit card that you've pulled all summer! You wanna know how the real world works, sweetie? I'll put this in terms you understand! You're going to have fumbles, interceptions, and yes even sacks in your life, but how you get off your ass and handle it is how good or how bad your life is going to be!" The blonde took a step forward and softened her approach, "So, listen to your mother when she says that you don't get to play off your father's death like it's nothing."

Santana walked over to her son's side leaning against the counter near the refrigerator.

"I fucking knew this would happen." He whispered, holding his head in his hands.

"How could you?" Santana softly asked.

"I just had this, like, gut feeling."

Santana pulled her son in for a hug as he just sobbed into her shoulder.

"I love you, mijo." Santana whispered. "I love you so much."

He pulled back and offered a weak smile.

"We should, uh, really get a move on with this move thing." He said.

"Yeah. One more question, for now, though."

"Okay."

"When is the funeral?"

"9 o'clock at the Los Angeles National Cemetery. Since I'll be living on campus by that point, I'll come pick you two up?"

"Sounds good."

"Okay."

The trio headed off to the University of Southern California for move in day.

"Is it true?" Ashleigh came into Zach's dorm room with her parents following close behind, a few hours later.

Zach was putting up a poster with Santana sitting at his desk with Brittany in her lap.

"Uhm, hi baby. I'm okay, thanks, how are you, my love? How was your flight back?" Zach said, somewhat sarcastically.

All four of the parents snickered.

"Don't be sarcastic, baby."

"Okay, if you're talking about my dad than yes."

"I'm so sorry, baby." She practically jumped in his arms as she kissed him.

She had been gone for almost two months, so it felt great for him to have his girl back in his arms.

"Hi ladies." Robert said to Santana and Brittany.

"Hi Robert." Santana replied as Brittany unburied her face from the brunette's neck.

"Hey Robert, Katherine." Brittany said.

"Hey. How's he doing?" Katherine whispered.

"Not well. He's putting up a good front though." Santana said, wrapping her arms tighter around Brittany's waist. Brittany went back to buried her face into Santana's neck.

Zach had his arms wrapped around Ashleigh's lower back and she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hey love birds," Santana snapped the young couple out their haze, "I know it's been a long summer, but we're still here."

"Sorry." The young couple mumbled in unison.

"It's cool. You McClain's hungry? We were going to hit up somewhere for a burger. Wanna join us?"

"Sure." The three of the said in unison.

"Alright let's head out."

Saturday came a little quicker than Zach, Santana, Brittany, and even Quinn would've like to admit.

Zach pulled up to his mom's house with his Aunt Quinn at 8:25am. He texted Brittany, knowing that she would get it faster than his mom.

To Brittany:

Hi, Aunt Quinn and I are waiting out front.

Sent: Saturday, August 18th, 8:26am

"San! Zach and Quinn are waiting for us out front."

"Okay, okay. How you feeling, Britt-Britt?"

"I'm fine. Let's go, please."

Santana walked out of the bathroom, wearing her simple, black pant suit.

"Okay, this is totally inappropriate right now, but you look really hot in that pant suit, baby."

"Thank you, beautiful. You look hot too, that dress totally turns me on."

"You're so being inappropriate right now."

"You started it."

"Yeah, I did."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now, let's go."

They walked outside and climbed into the backseat of Zach's truck.

"I don't even wanna know why you have a smirk on your face this early in the morning, do I Lopez?"

"No, you don't Fabray."

The drive was in silence as Zach drove, so focused. The three woman made light conversation until Zach pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery.

They stood around like everyone else. The conversation still light.

A few minutes later, General Peters walked up to Zach, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany.

"Zachary?"

"Yes, hi sir." He stuck out his hand to shake the general's. The general shook the football player's hand. "Oh sir, this is my father's half-sister, Quinn Fabray." The two shook hands and said hello. "And this is my mom and stepmom, Santana and Brittany Lopez." The general shook their hands before looking at Santana.

"Santana Lopez?"

"Y-yes, sir?"

"General Taylor told me to give this to your son to give to you, but I guess I can give it to you directly." The general said, handing Santana an envelope.

Santana politely took it from the general before he slowly turned and left.

"What do you think it is, Sanny?" Brittany quietly asked, as Zach and Quinn went to find seats.

"I don't know, but I'm about to find out."

She opened the envelope and found a letter. Brittany let her read it by herself and walked over to where Zach and Quinn were sitting.

Santana,

If you're reading this, it's because I lost my life, in what people consider, the most honorable way possible. And I don't know why I'm brave enough to serve my country and die and not brave enough to tell the mother of my child what I'm about to say alive and in person. But, here it goes:

I've done a lot of shitty, childish things in my life. Walking out on you and Zach when you both needed me the most. Coming back seven years later with hopes to win you back and then walking out again when I didn't get what I wanted. And I know, no apology is ever going to make up for that.

When I met you, you honestly scared the shit outta me. You were a bitch, to say the least. But, I still saw something in you that Brittany obviously still sees.

I always knew that you were in love with Brittany and that's a huge part of why I left. Even though, I knew that she was with Sam, I always had a gut feeling that you two would end up happy together. And seven years, after graduation and the birth of our amazing son, I still hadn't come to terms with that. (And trust me, I got an ear full from Berry and Lady Hummel after I left New York.)

When I came back, on that September morning to see if I could be in Zach's life again, I stared at the pictures in the wall of your office. I realized how much I missed in 17 years and I regret every moment away from our boy.

I may never understand why he has forgiven me for everything I've done, but I thank you for giving me six amazing months with him. You raised him up to be quite a gentleman and I wish I could take some credit for that, but even then you would deserve all the credit anyway. (I don't know why you actually listened to your parents when they said you were inadequate to be a mother because you definitely proved them wrong.)

In the envelope, I've attached a check. And I know your eyes are widening right now, but please let me explain:

As I cannot make up for lost time with our child together, I realized that I was even more of an asshole by not giving you a penny of child support. And even though, I know our boy is an adult now, I felt like this was the right thing to do. I have made an arrangement with my lawyer and my commanding general, General Peters, that the money in my life insurance policy will make up for every penny I owe you, or at least I hope.

I know that I cannot make up for every shitty and childish thing I've done in my life, but I hope this makes up for at least some of it.

And just because I can, I love you, Santana, even though you are happily married and in love with the beautiful, talented Brittany S. Pierce. Take care of her, I know you understood her in high school a lot better than anyone else did. Just like in the same way she understood you. And I hope one day, you can fully forgive me for everything I have done too.

-Matt

Santana opened up the envelope and took out the check and her eyes widened even more. She was staring at a check that read over 90 grand.

"Damn," Santana whispered under her breath, "these military people make some damn good money."

Santana wiped tears away as Brittany came to tell her wife that the service was about to start. Santana stuck the letter and check back in the envelope and stuffed the envelope in her jacket pocket of her pant suit.

She had finally found that closure with Matthew Taylor that she had been looking for the past 18 or so years. She had only wished it had been in person and a check for over 90,000 dollars wasn't being shoved in her hands.

After the service, Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and Zach were leaving before General Peters stopped Zach.

"Uhm, Zachary?"

Zach turned around and smiled at the general. As the ladies continued to walk back to his truck.

"Yes, sir?"

"I forgot to hand you this when I handed your mom her envelope."

He handed the teenager an envelope that was addressed to him.

"Thank you sir." He took the envelope and shook the general's hand.

"You're welcome. Good luck with everything."

"Thank you, sir."

"I have to get going."

"Yeah, thank you for everything, sir." Zach quickly said. "It was a beautiful service."

"The pleasure was mine, I've worked with your father for the past decade. He will be missed."

Zach looks over his shoulder and sees his mom, Brittany, and Quinn patiently waiting having a light conversation.

"I should get going." Zach said softly.

"If we need anything, let me know."

"You don't have to do that, sir."

"I know, but your father meant the world to me. We developed a strong friendship. So, I want to." He said, handing the boy his card.

"Oh well, thank you."

"Goodbye, Zachary."

"Goodbye General Peters."

As Zach walked back to the car, he opened the envelope and saw a letter.

Zach,

If you're reading this then I lost my life, in what everyone around you will consider the most honorable way possible. I live a good life. I've made some pretty shitty and childish decisions that I thought were good at the time. So, I will never understand why you forgave me. I will never understand why you trusted me back in your life again. But, I'm not going to lie, I'm super thankful you did. Over the six months, I've gotten to know you and it made me regret the 17 years I chose to stay away from you.

Have you ever notice how in life things work out in weird ways? Like how in six months, we sort of developed that relationship that we should have developed throughout the first 17 years of your life?

Thank you. Thank you for allowing me in your life. Thank you for allowing me into the drama of the Lopez-Evans household, even if that was me just being someone who would just listen. Thank you for going to all those Dodger games and having all those cups of coffee with me. Thank you for allowing me to help you make decisions like USC and asking Ashleigh out. Thank you for wanting to build this relationship. I'm sorry it was cut so short.

I don't have any fatherly advice. Just to take care of your mom and Brittany. I know how much they both mean to you. And a word from the experience, always do what your girlfriend wants you to, even if your friends make whipping sounds. Do whatever you can to make her happy and with the way your mom raised you, I'm sure you are already doing the stated above.

It's okay to grieve, but please don't put your grieving on hold because you think I would want you to be strong. Please, let it out and let your mom, Brittany, and Ashleigh be there for you.

I love you, son. You've made me a proud father. Congratulations on graduating from high school. And let me be the first to say, even though I'm probably like five to six years early, congratulations on graduating from college.

Love,

-Dad

Zach wiped tears from his eyes as he read the letter and looked up to the sky and sucked a breath in. Taking a moment to be with his dad before walking to the car.

"What was that?" Quinn asked, gesturing to Matt's letter.

"Just a letter my dad wrote."

"Aww that's cute." Quinn and Brittany said in unison.

Santana opened the door for her wife to slide in and she followed in right after.

Quinn got in the passenger's seat as Zach started the car. The ride was silent as they headed to a diner close by the cemetery to eat something.

"Holy shit, are you serious?!" Brittany said, later that night, with eyes widened after reading the letter and looking at the check Matt wrote in Santana's name.

"Yeah. It's freaking me out."

"This is intense. To make up for 17 years of child support?"

"Yeah."

"I can't believe it," the blonde whispered.

"The military really changed him."

"Remember that arrogant, self-centered kid he was back in high school?"

"Yeah, I still to this day swear that I only dated him because he was cute."

"Yeah, that's what I say about Sam."

"What's going on with you two?" Santana asked, hesitantly.

"What do you mean, love?"

"Your phone calls with him have been really hostile."

"Oh you know, not getting child support from my baby daddy for the past four months. Gotta pull out the big guns at some point."

Santana came behind Brittany and started rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck. Brittany seemed to calm down a bit.

"Why hasn't he been paying you child support?"

"I don't know, probably spending that money on that stupid girlfriend of his."

Santana continued to massage Brittany's shoulders trying not to laugh at her wife's outburst.

"Baby, his girlfriend isn't stupid. You know how I feel about calling people stupid. I've come a long way since high school."

"I know. I just don't get it, you know? He was good on transferring the money into my account up until four months ago."

"And asking for it nice-" Santana was cut off by the death glare her wife was giving her. "Okay. Never mind." Santana continued to rub her wife's shoulders in silence.

The next day, around lunch time, Santana was sitting in her office. She was about to call Brittany when her assistant called her.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"You're wife is here, can I let her in?"

Santana had a huge smile on her face, she loved it when Brittany surprised her.

"Of course."

Thirty seconds later, Brittany came in wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Hey beautiful." Santana got up and greeted her wife and as she hugged her, locked the door from behind, so she could enjoy her lunch break with her wife, peacefully and not interrupted.

What she didn't know is that Brittany had other plans. She kissed her wife until she got her wife into the sitting position on the office couch.

Brittany started by straddling her wife and continued to make out with her. Then slowly one by one pieces of clothing came off of the both of them.

Brittany shot up when Santana took the blonde's sweatpants off. The brunette realized that her wife was wearing her favorite lingerie.

"Holy shit, Britt-Britt." Santana breathed.

"I wanna make last night up to you. You took care of me and yet you asked me one little question and I cut you off with a death glare." Brittany whispered seductively as she walked over to the iHome set that Santana had in her office with the couple's shared iPod in hand.

She put on some song Santana couldn't recognize because all she heard was the bass and beats. And then the brunette watched the blonde sway back over to her.

"You've been dealing with my mood swings like a champ lately, baby. And I wanna make it up to you."

"Ba-by." Santana tried to get out. "W-we have t-to be q-quite. R-Riley is in the office next to mine."

Brittany dropped down low and slowly and proceeded to give her wife a lap dance.

"Oh, fuck,baby." Santana breathed as her wife continued to give her a lap dance.

Meanwhile, Riley was in the office next door, with her earphones in. Her job as an intern at Rockstar Recording Company was to find fresh, new talent online, so Santana or Puck could go scout them out. She had her earphones in her ear when Puck came in.

"Hey Mini Brittany."

"Puck, I have a name, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. So this Trevor Dean kid you found, what's his views like on YouTube?"

"Close to a million, per video."

"Did you scout out his contact info?"

"Yeah." Riley picked up her phone and went into her contacts and handed Puck the phone. "He's my cousin's best friend and pretty good friend of mine too. I didn't know he did this kind of stuff."

"Damn, I'm glad we hired you, Evans."

"Hired me my ass, I ain't making nothing for all this hard work I do around here." She joked.

"Yeah, I'll work on that."

"Thanks Puck."

"Have you had your lunch break yet?"

"No, my mom just dropped me off lunch before she went into Santana's office."

"Okay, cool. You can take it now if you want."

"Thanks, I'm starving."

The room got silent and both Riley and Puck simultaneously heard moans coming from the wall in Santana's office. They both looked at each other.

"Do you think-" Puck couldn't even finish his statement.

"Oh god, Puck. Seriously? I don't need that image in my head."

"Just ignore it. Put your earphones back in and ignore it."

"That's exactly what I was going to do." She said as Puck left the room.

As soon as she put the earphones back in her ears and put the next cover on, she grabbed the lunch box with her favorite lunch stuff, she heard a familiar, sweet voice.

"Nice office, you got here, intern. Mind if I join you for lunch?"

She looked up and saw Taylor looking at her with a sheepish smile on her face.

"O-of c-course." Riley stuttered out.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you for the last couple of weeks. I needed time to think."

"I-I understand."

"Can we sort all of this out?"

"Y-yeah, I was hoping so."

"Damn Britt-Britt," Santana said out of breath, about thirty minutes later, "you're lucky I didn't have any meetings or recording sessions today." Brittany chuckled and buried her face in Santana's chest. "What's wrong, my love?"

"Nothing, why would you think something was wrong?"

"I just sense that something is wrong." Santana softly said, wrapping her arms around her wife's waist.

"I just was thinking."

"About what, amor?"

"How lucky I am to have you."

"I'm the lucky one." She whispered and kissed her wife's head.

Brittany fell asleep as Santana just held her, stroking her hair.

"W-wait... y-you're moving back?" Riley stuttered.

"My stepdad went back to Arizona, but my aunt still lives here."

"I don't understand." Riley whispered.

"I overreacted. And I talked to Isaiah. He said that your guys' conversation was innocent."

"It was." Riley whispered, while looking down at her desk.

Taylor got up and went around the desk, pushing it back, and sitting in Riley's lap.

"I love you, I just think I got scared. And my dad didn't think it was fair going from one of the best schools in the country to one of the worst for my senior year."

Riley buried her face into Taylor's chest.

"I always forget your a grade ahead of me." Riley mumbled into her girlfriend's chest. "I love you too."

"So, internship?"

Riley nodded.

"Santana also thinks it's good bonding or something like that. How'd you know I was here?"

"I called your mom."

"She misses you too, you know."

"I know. I miss her too."

"I really think she is having Taylor withdrawals."

"Awww."

"I think she loves you more than me sometimes." Riley mumbled.

"I'm sure that's not true. Why are you all here on a Sunday?"

"Trying our best to get an album out and find fresh talent."

"Oh."

Riley nodded and continued to have her face buried into Taylor's chest.

And that's how the two teenagers sat for the rest of Riley's lunch break.

Zach woke up, the next day, it was his first day of classes. He was nervous, but he didn't really care at that point. He had a 9:00am English class. It was 6:00am and he was headed to breakfast with his mom, Brittany, and Riley. It had been tradition that they have had since his sophomore year of high school, when Zach and Riley had officially met and now since they are in two different schools that started on two different days, they'll be having it twice.

Zach got ready quietly and headed out of the dorm room.

When he arrived at the diner right outside of Los Angeles, he is surprised to see an awake Santana and Riley and a half-asleep Brittany.

Brittany was fading with her head on Santana's shoulder. Zach sat down and looked at Brittany closely. She was normally the cheery one this early in the morning. It was an odd thing to come see his mom and stepsister so pumped and cheery and his stepmom so out of it.

"Hey." Zach said sitting down.

"Brittany didn't sleep well last night." Santana said, as she saw her son staring at Brittany curiously.

"Oh, we could've made this dinner. So that she could sleep." He said softly.

"No, no. This is tradition." Brittany said groggily.

Santana wrapped her arm protectively around her wife.

"Well hello, Lopez-Evans clan." The waitress said. "Usual breakfast order?"

"Yes, please." Everyone said in unison.

"Coffee Zach?" She asked.

"Please."

The waitress left the family to put the order in and to get Zach's cup of coffee.

"So," Zach said, after the waitress came back with his coffee, taking his first sip, "why are the two of you pumped?"

"Riley's going to sit in the booth with me today." Santana said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty pumped." She said smiling over at Santana.

"That's cool."

"What's your schedule looking like today, mijo?"

"Back to back classes from 9-3. Football practice from 4-7. Dinner date with Ashleigh at 8. Get up do something similar all over again tomorrow."

"You sound like a college student and you haven't even set foot into a classroom yet." Brittany said with her head still on Santana's shoulder.

Zach shrugged and sipped his coffee. They hadn't talked to him since he dropped them off a couple days before after the funeral.

"H-how are you doing, mijo?"

He shrugged again.

"I'm fine. Nervous about my first day, but fine."

"You know what I mean, mijo."

"It still hasn't sunk in yet." He mumbled.

"What's there to have sink in?" Riley mumbled behind her cup coffee.

"Don't." He said looking at Riley. "Just don't."

"What?"

"I know what you're trying to do and I don't appreciate it. Don't try and say I should dismiss my father's death because I already tried doing it and your mom, over there, wasn't too fond of it."

"You just brushed it off initially when you found out, bottling feelings inside doesn't do you any good. I care about you and your well being, babe." Brittany offered.

"Yeah, okay." He mumbled behind his coffee mug.

"Things will look up from here, mijo."

"Is that how it went after Abuelo and Abuela passed?"

"Kinda. They kind of disowned me when they found out that I was pregnant with you."

"Kind of?"

"I live with Brittany and her family until I graduated, but they still put money in my bank account to support me."

"Oh..."

"Yup."

"So, we have an announcement, that we'd like to make." Brittany said.

"Yeah, what's up?" Riley said, feeling the tension build between her and Zach.

"I'm pregnant." Brittany said, lowly.

"Oh my gosh, congratulations Mom!" Riley said getting up to hug her.

"Yeah, congratulations, Mom and Brittany." Zach said softly.

"Thanks mijo. We're excited."

Light conversation was then made throughout the rest of the breakfast, but there was still tension between Zach and Riley.

When the breakfast ended and they all got up to leave, Riley stopped Zach.

"Wait, Zach?"

"Yeah?" He said softly.

"I'm sorry. It didn't mean to come out like that."

"It's whatever. I don't even care anymore."

"Zach, don't be like that."

"Be like what? I never question anything about your relationship with your dad. Not once and never will I. And yet, just because my dad was deadbeat for 17 years, I have to hate his guts until I die?"

"I didn't mean that-"

"Then what did you mean Riley? Because I'm really confused here."

"I meant that you don't know him really well-"

"Don't know him really well? What? I know him well enough to be sad that he's gone. I'm sorry that I didn't have that relationship with him like you do with yours. But, give me some credit, Riley, I have a heart."

Zach walked away and got into his car. Riley looked down, pissed at herself that she made him so mad.

"Ri?" Santana said placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't mean to make him mad." She whispered.

"It's okay, he has a lot on his plate right now. Give him a few days."

"Okay."

"Come on, let's get you into the studio."

Zach was walking across campus two days later with Ashleigh. He had his hand in hers and he was walking her to her next class.

They were walking when a teenage boy, that looked to be at least 14, stops them.

"E-excuse m-me? A-are y-you Z-Zachary Lopez?"

"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?"

"M-my name i-is R-Raider S-Snyder."

"Well hello, Raider. This is my girlfriend, Ashleigh."

"Nice to meet you, Raider."

"Y-you too. I a-apologize f-for m-my stuttering problem. I-I h-have s-selective m-mutism."

"Don't worry about it, what's up? Aren't you a little too young to be walking around USC?"

"I g-graduated s-super e-early. And, I s-saw you S-S-Saturday at General Matthew Taylor's funeral..."

"Oh, yeah, you do look familiar. How'd you know my dad?"

"H-he d-didn't tell y-you?"

"Obviously not. What didn't he tell me?"

"H-h-he and my m-m-mom w-were t-together f-for a w-while. And I-I'm his s-son t-too."

"Wait, what?"

"I-I'm y-your half-brother."

Zach stood there, his hand gripped Ashleigh's a little tighter. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly opened. And all he could think was:

"Why didn't my dad tell me?"

End Note: Yeah, some new arcs developing. I apologize for the cliff hanger. I'm not usually one to leave them, but whatevz.

Also: To the guest that asked why I don't have many reviews on this story: the reason is I don't ask for them. The reason why, I'm so not a fan of them.