"I hope you don't think the pin is too extravagent," Declan said when he met Regina for coffee the next morning. "I just saw it and thought of you." He reached out to touch it and Regina felt tingles go through her body at this hint of contact from him. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do!" Regina replied. "I took it to a family gathering to show to people and they just loved it!"

"Good," Declan replied. "You should show it to your grandfather."

"Why?" Regina asked. "Why should I show this to my grandfather?"

Declan shrugged. "I just thought he would be the sort of man who likes antiques, and that's what this is: an antique."

"Not to sound ungrateful," Regina said. "Cause this is a really pretty pin and all, but what am I doing to deserve so many presents. I mean, we hardly know each other."

"Well, then why don't we go out to dinner?" Declan asked. "Are you free tonight?"

"Sure," Regina replied. "How about Antonio's at seven o'clock? Could you swing that?"

"I think I can," Declan nodded. Then he stood up. "I have to go. Enjoy your coffee and i'll see you at seven.

"Bye!" Regina called after him.

When Declan reached Doctor Vladimir's lab, he was expecting the worst. "Have I made a terrible mistake?" He asked. "I didn't mean to invite her to dinner. But I thought I was gonna lose her, so I panicked."

"Oh, it's not so bad as you think," Doctor Vladimir replied. "Perhaps it's about time I met this Regina anyway. I'll come with you and make sure that nothing goes wrong."

"All right, sir," Declan replied. "That's a big weight off my shoulders."

"Good," Doctor Vladimir replied. "Now, I want you to kill someone before dinner, just to make sure you're still working properly. Then, come and see me about a suit and we'll leave for this Antonio's restaurant."

"All right," Declan replied, leaving the lab. "I'll be ready."

"And just where are you going?" Kol asked Regina. "Sneaking out again?"

"I'm sorry," Regina said. "I don't mean to cut our visit short, but I just remembered that I have a date."

"This is like the fourth time you've sneaked out on us when you've come over," Kol said. "Your mother and I are getting worried about you. Just to relieve our minds, I'm going to come too and see just who this date of yours is!"

"No," Regina groaned.

"Well, if you don't want me to come, then tell me the boy's name," Kol requested.

"Nope, sorry," Regina replied. "I can't do that either."

"You have to make a choice," Kol told her firmly. "Either you tell me the name of your date now, or I come with you to meet him. Either way, you're not leaving until I know who you're seeing."

"Fine," Regina sighed. "You can come. Just don't act too much like my dad, okay? If you do, I'll be really embarrassed."

The ride to the restaurant was full of squabbling between Regina and Kol until they entered the restaurant and approached the table where Declan and Doctor Vladimir were sitting. "It looks like Declan's father doesn't trust him either," Regina said dryly. "The two of you will have a lot to talk about."

"Regina, do you know who that is?" Kol asked, feeling stunned.

"It's Declan's father," Regina replied irritably. "Who else would it be?"

"My grandfather for one," Kol replied. "My mother's father. I haven't seen him in years. He visited a lot before Mother's affair that led to your uncle Nik. Of course, that was before I was born, so I mainly saw him when she took us to visit him without my father. He's always blamed Father for the affair, and as such, doesn't like him much. But he likes Niklaus a lot."

When they reached the table, Doctor Vladimir looked just as shocked as Kol.

"You probably don't remember me," Kol began. "But-"

"Kol!" Doctor Vladimir cried and gave him a hug right there in the restaurant. "It's been years. Way too long."

"It really has," Kol replied, sitting down. "What have you been doing with yourself?"

"I've been working on various projects," Doctor Vladimir replied evasively. "And Declan here is my adopted son. I picked him up in France several years ago as an infant. His parents were dead and had several people coming after him, so I changed his identity, which is why he's Irish now."

"And I can't even think what it would be like to be French," Declan added. "I like the way I am now."

Kol nodded and reached for Declan's hand, but Declan refused. "Sorry," he said. "I'm a bit germaphobic."

"It's all right," Kol replied. "I was never the touchy-feely sort myself. He paused and then looked at his grandfather. "And this is my daughter Regina," he said, indicating his daughter. "She's been really interested in Declan for awhile, but never told us a thing about him, so that's why I came tonight. We were worried. But now that I know you know him and I've met him, I'll just call my wife and tell her that everything is okay."

"Good," Doctor Vladimir replied. "And after you do that, we'll eat!"

"You wanna go out for breakfast?" King asked Vivi as he stood outside her room.

"Sure," Vivi replied. "Just let me get dressed. I can't go to lunch in my pajamas."

"Fine," King nodded. "I can wait. But it would be a lot easier if you came and slept in my room."

"I told you that after the first night, I wasn't gonna sleep with you anymore!" Vivi replied as she put some clothes on. "I don't want to run into any of your girlfriends!"

"There aren't any there now," King replied. "Would you like to check?"

"Yes I would!" Vivi nodded. "Then we'll go to one of those 'breakfast all day' places. Are there any like that around here?"

"Sure," King replied. "I'll take you to the one I go to a lot. After you check my room."

He then stood in the doorway with a grin on his face as Vivi checked every nook and cranny of his room to make sure he wasn't hiding any other women. He grinned to himself as he gloried in the good view he got of her butt, and when she turned around and saw him smiling at himself, she said, "What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing," King shook his head. "Let's go. I'm hungry."

They reached the diner and sat down at what King said was his usual table, and a waitress in a tight uniform approached King, giving him a kiss. "Hello there!" She said. "What can I get for you today, King?"

"I'll have my usual," King replied. "And Vivi, what do you want?" He smiled at the waitress. "This is her first time here."

"Well," the waitress smiled. "I hope you like it enough that King brings you back!"

"We'll see," Vivi replied dryly. "I'll have a veggie omelete and some orange juice, please."

The waitress wrote the order down and scampered off. "Well, well," Vivi said to King. "Now I know why you like coming here so much. Do the waitresses kiss everyone they serve?"

"No, just me," King smiled. "And it's cause she thinks I'm handsome. And look at me: who could blame her?"

It was then, with a grunt, that Vivi brought her hands down on the table. "Why do you always do this?" She complained. "Why do you always have to talk about all your girlfriends and the women who like you around me? I hate it! Don't you care about my feelings at all?"

King realized that people were staring at them now and said, "I was only making a joke. You know how I do that. You wanna go? I guess I shouldn't have brought you here."

"Oh, let's stay," Vivi replied. "We've already ordered. No use wasting food. But you owe me later."

And it was as they were pulling out of the parking lot that Vivi said, "When we get home, you and I are gonna watch a movie."

"When you say 'home' you mean my house, right?" King asked. "And not yours? Cause Dad doesn't come back for a little while yet. You can stay."

"I did mean your house when I said 'home' because that's where I'm currently living," Vivi replied. "When we get home, we're gonna watch a movie of my choosing and eat popcorn."

King heard this and groaned. "It's not gonna be some stupid girly movie, is it?"

"Yes," Vivi chuckled. "Yes, it is."

Savannah had taken the miscarriage news a lot harder than Amy thought, so she spent a lot of time in her daughter's room while Savannah clutched a teddy bear, stared at the ceiling, and cried. "You are so lucky you got out of your engagement with Jonathan when you did," She told her mother. "I married him before I saw his true colors."

Amy sighed. "As anything I say about Jonathan will just upset you, I'll begin with this: Do you remember when your father killed me?"

"Yeah," Savannah nodded. "He thought Vivi was Robbie's and he lost his temper. It was lucky you had blood in your system at that point so you could come back."

"Yeah," Amy nodded. "It was."

"Can I ask why you came back from Europe with Vivi and got back together with Dad?" Savannah wondered. "I mean, you could have stayed away forever and not have worried about being hurt ever again."

"I know," Amy nodded. "But then I would have missed out on a lot of good stuff too: your father smiling at me, hugging me, standing at the sink without a towel on in the morning when he brushes his teeth..." She smiled. "I pretend to be shocked by it cause it makes him laugh, but really, it's...never mind, sorry," she said as Savannah looked horrified. "My point is, I know the risks of marrying your dad, but there are so many good things about being with him that the risks are worth it. Plus, I think it scarred him so much after he killed me that he'll never put me in danger like that again." She paused. "Do you love Jonathan?"

"Yeah, I do," Savannah nodded. "But I don't think he loves me! If he did, he would have let me keep the baby instead of deciding to force a miscarriage on me. But I guess that's what I get for being married to a guy who still sees me as a child."

"Well, maybe this break will do you good," Amy said. "Maybe by the time it's all over, Jonathan will love you like you love him, and you'll be able to have a family."

"I hope so," Savannah replied, hugging her mother. "I really do."