Neal watched his husband as he sat in the grass. He was laughing quietly to himself as Peter played with the kids in the park he'd taken them to. Brie and Joey loved their poppa's attention and Neal knew that Nicky just loved when Peter played with him, too. Nicky may be fifteen, but he wanted to play.
Peter looked up after he rolled around with the twins and he could see how happy he was making the four people he loves most. Neal wasn't even involved in their play at the moment, but he was so happy. "Why don't you come over here and play with us, Mister Antisocial?"
"Because you look like you've got everything under control," Neal called out, chuckling. The older man smirked at his husband after saying something Neal couldn't hear to Nicky. He wasn't surprised when Peter pushed himself up from the grass and darted up the hill towards him. Twisting aside, he laughed and said, "Don't you dare!"
Peter wrapped his arms around Neal's torso, loving the way Neal laughed. He started tickling the younger man until Neal forced him to roll down the hill—going right along with him. By the time they'd gotten down to the flat area of the grass, they were both covered with grass stains and Peter ended up lying on top of Neal's back, kissing Neal's neck as he laughed quietly near his ear. "I dared," he whispered.
"Get off, you big teddy," he said, sounding like Peter was squishing him. Peter grinned as he shifted off of his husband and laid beside him. Neal kept his eyes on Peter and Peter could see the love and happiness in his eyes. "God… I love you, Peter," he whispered, shifting closer to his husband to peck his lips.
"I love you, too, beautiful."
Both men pushed themselves up and moved towards their children. Nicky was giggling when his fathers came over. He'd watched the whole thing as it unfolded and he loved that Peter could make Neal smile and laugh like that. He thought it was really sweet because he remembered a time when Neal would take him to a park or playground and look a little miserable. Nicky knew now that he wasn't the problem, but he'd blamed himself for his dad's unhappiness when he was younger. He hadn't known that his father was struggling with the idea of staying alive every waking moment.
Neal would have loved to commit suicide and he was practically on the brink of doing so when Nicky came into his life, but he tried so hard to make Nicky happy. Looking back on it all now, Nicky could see how desperate Neal had been for his love. Neal needed someone to love him and he'd been given Nicky. Nicky loves Neal unconditionally. He never once truly hated his dad even though he's said it numerous times since turning thirteen. Even after what they went through together, he'd screamed that he hated him a few times when Neal grounded him. Neal was going to let up on the grounding until Nicky yelled at Neal, which Peter overheard. Peter wouldn't let Nicky talk like that to Neal, so he enforced the grounding and Nicky went a week and a half without electronics unless he was doing schoolwork.
Nicky could never hate the man who'd raised him and protected him. Knowing that Neal wanted to die so badly for such a long time, he could see that Neal really put a lot of effort into raising Nicky. Now that he could see how happy Neal is, he knew everything was a lot better—for him as well as them both. Nicky could only be happy when Neal was since Neal had been the only man he loved—even with Mozzie in the picture. Neal was with him constantly, buying things for him as he ran out of money, and he did his damnedest to make sure Nicky had everything Nicky wanted.
As everyone settled down a few minutes later, Neal sat between Peter's legs, leaning back against Peter's chest as the twins played in front of him. They pulled at the grass and Neal was more than happy to let them unless they tried to eat it. Peter rubbed Neal's stomach, kissing his hair.
The teenager watched his fathers. Every time he looked at them, he just knew nothing could ever separate them. Neal loves Peter too much and Peter loves Neal much the same. They made it through so many moments that could have torn them apart and they were a lot stronger as a couple now. That didn't mean they never argued anymore. They certainly did, but Nicky could see how unconditional their love for each other was.
Scooting closer to the two older men, Nicky asked, "Have you two always been happy with each other?"
Both men glanced at their son, then at each other for a brief moment. "I love your dad," Peter said softly. "He makes me happy just by breathing… We've had moments when we were pretty upset with each other, but we're happy. You know dad and I still argue from time to time. Within the first two years of meeting your dad, I did a lot of things that hurt him emotionally." Neal closed his eyes, rubbing Peter's hand as he listened to his husband speak. "Dad could've left me and I wouldn't have blamed him at all."
Neal rubbed his husband's thigh, whispering, "But we know we're meant for each other." He opened his eyes, looking up at him. "I love poppa and I know poppa loves me—no matter what we do to irritate each other." Peter smiled, nodding at the younger man. He knew he was the one doing more of the irritating than Neal though, but he was glad Neal loved him enough to keep him in his life. The last thing he wanted to do was piss Neal off to the point where Neal wanted him to leave. "Nothing can change the way we love each other," he said softly, earning himself a gentle kiss from his husband.
•◊•
Neal was cleaning up their leftovers from dinner while Peter did the dishes. There was a little tension in the house because Rebecca had been looking at Nicky for a moment and it set Peter off. "Are you just going to ignore the fact that she's a pedophile?" Peter bit out.
"Peter, we don't know for sure that she is or isn't," Neal whispered, turning a bit to look at him.
The younger man flinched when Peter slammed a pot down on the countertop. "You were the first to think she raped our daughter the other night. You took Brie upstairs to see if Rebecca fingered her, yet you're allowing her to live here with us. I want to drive her out of the God damn city." He glared at his husband, snapping, "Do you want her to rape our children? Do you feel bad enough for her that you'll allow her to hurt our babies?" Neal shook his head, blinking back tears. He hated when Peter sounded so angry with him. "Then let's kick her the fuck out. I'm sure she has family she can run to instead of living here. I'd rather throw her into her parents' house than allow her the opportunity to fuck our kids."
Neal snapped back at him, "What if this were me? What if I were the houseguest? She was raped—as was I. Just because I was raped, would you kick me out of the house?"
"First of all, you're not a pedophile," Peter growled. "You've never felt the need to stare at children like you want to fuck them. You're not that kind of man. I don't know what kind of woman she is. You're allowing her to manipulate you, you bastard." He didn't intend to hurt Neal by saying all of this, but he was tired of having Rebecca around. Nicky kept going to Neal behind his back to make comments about Rebecca and Neal kept having 'conversations' with Rebecca. That wasn't good enough for Peter. "You say you don't want to be like your mother, but you're acting just like she did." Neal's heart broke on his face, but Peter kept going. "You went to her and showed her the damning proof that Vincent was raping you and she did nothing. She allowed that son of a bitch to live in the same house as you until you ran away. Do you want your own God damn son to run away because Rebecca is raping him?"
Peter didn't want Neal to cry, but he wanted to make his husband understand that there was something wrong with Rebecca. "I love him, Peter," Neal whispered thickly. "I don't want him to run away." He lifted his hands to wipe his tears away and Peter wished he wasn't so angry at Neal because he wanted to kiss his husband's tears away. They had such a nice morning after the kids woke up. Going to the park was fun. Their night was going to hell very quickly and Peter had the sickening feeling that one of them wouldn't be in their bed tonight. "You know I've always wanted to keep him safe."
"Then why are you letting a potential rapist live in our God damn home?" he yelled. He didn't care if Rebecca heard him. He thought she was stalking their children in their own home and that wasn't fair to them. "You're a very bright man, Neal George, but this is probably the stupidest thing you've ever fucking done. You're pretty damn close to allowing history to repeat itself. Your mother did nothing to protect you from Vincent and all you're doing to protect Nicky from Rebecca is essentially slap her on the hand very lightly and ask her to stop being a bitch." Neal looked so hurt by Peter's words and Peter was just so pissed off, which meant he subconsciously kept hurting him. "She's going to rape him if she continues to stay in our home, Neal. Get it through your God damn brain that she's fucked in the head. Whatever happened during her rape has affected her psychologically to the point where she's targeting children—and not just any children. Our children."
"Peter, stop," Neal pleaded quietly.
"No!" Peter yelled, throwing the pot across the kitchen. Neal flinched and barely moved before the pot hit him. He stared at Peter with wide eyes. "You may as well just lead her up to his bedroom and let her have at it while you 'supervise' because that's essentially all that you're doing for him now."
"I want to help her. I know she can pull through whatever she's going through because I—"
Peter threw another dish, but he didn't aim it at Neal this time. "You don't get it!" Neal was trembling by the other countertop as he kept his eyes locked onto his husband. "Your son is going to become a victim because you are doing nothing to help his situation. I, quite frankly, don't give a flying fuck if you're trying to help her. I think she's beyond the point of help, Neal. She has some disgusting obsession with you and I know she'll hurt Nicky because he looks like you." Neal swallowed hard, lifting his hands to rub his face again before inhaling and exhaling heavily. He didn't like that Peter was yelling at him, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hurt his family, but he didn't want to put Rebecca out on the streets. "What she needs is an asylum. You always felt like you deserved one, but you never looked at a child the way she's looked at Nick. By allowing her to stay, you've giving her permission to fuck our child, Neal. Is that what you want? You want her to fuck Nicky?"
Neal cried harder as he said, "No, Peter, I don't. I love all of you and I never want any of you to go through that. I gave my body up to those rapists because I wanted to protect you and my son." He breathed shakily, shutting his eyes tightly. "I don't want anyone to touch my son, Peter. I'm not acting like my mother. I'm nothing like her." He gasped as he tried to keep himself from sobbing. He didn't want to break down like this because Peter was yelling at him. Under this kind of stress, he felt like he needed to be an adult and speak to his husband like an adult rather than cower in fear. "I want to protect him more than anything and you know that."
"No, Neal. I don't know that because you're acting like you don't give a damn about his well-being right now."
Neal's face heated up as he yelled, "I allowed myself to be penetrated by two men simultaneously for him! Don't you dare tell me that I don't give a damn about his well-being. I saved him from those sons of bitches." He breathed heavily as he and Peter glared at each other. "I refuse to allow anyone to take advantage of him—regardless of their gender."
"Then do something about this, Neal!"
"I will!"
Nicky had been upstairs when the argument began, but he could hear them raising their voices with each other. He went down the stairs a little ways so he could hear them better and he could hear his dad crying. "Neal, knock off the damn crying," he snapped. "Man the fuck up and let her deal with her shit on her own. If she can't pay her damn bills, that isn't our God damn fault. She's not careful with her fucking money, so that's her own fault."
Neal tried to calm himself, but his lips were trembling. He never liked being yelled at by the man he loves more than anything. "Fine. I'll stop being a pussy then."
"You do that," Peter said angrily. "You're a man who's almost forty years old. Take some God damn control of your own home for once." Nicky's eyes widened after hearing all of that. He never heard his parents speak that way to each other before. They've argued and used language, but he couldn't remember hearing them say things like this to each other. "What the hell are you doing, Neal?"
Neal came out into the living room and opened the basement door, yelling, "Rebecca." She made a sound of acknowledgement and he said, "Get your things packed up." She came up the stairway and looked both confused and hurt by that and Neal didn't care. He'd just gotten into a major fight with his husband because of her and he wasn't going to let this continue. "I'll take you somewhere else. I don't want you here anymore."
"But—"
"Get your shit out to my car right now," he said tightly. She swallowed and nodded, retreating to the basement to pack her things. Peter stood a little ways behind Neal, watching him. He felt awful for saying everything he'd said to Neal and he was definitely going to regret it later. Turning towards Peter, Neal snapped, "Is that taking enough control for you?" Peter didn't respond, knowing anything he said now would make things worse. "Hope you're fucking happy, Peter. You get to sleep with your God damn ego tonight." He went for his keys and was getting his shoes on.
"Baby…" he said as he walked towards Neal. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean what I said."
Neal scoffed, biting out, "Yes, you did. I've always been a little bitch, so I'll 'man up' just like you want me to because you're just so damned perfect." Peter frowned at him, knowing he'd cut his husband very deeply by saying all of that.
Rebecca came upstairs, looking dejected as hell. Peter liked that, but he wished he hadn't resorted to yelling at the love of his life. "I know I'm not perfect, Neal."
Neal stood up as soon as Rebecca came to him with her bags. "I'll be back at some point," he muttered. Peter didn't want Neal to leave. The only thing that relieved him was that Neal wasn't taking an overnight bag with him, which meant he wasn't planning on spending the night elsewhere. Peter neared him, trying to kiss him before he left, but Neal shoved him off. "Don't even try it right now. You aren't getting a damn thing from me for a while. I have to learn how to man up before I'm good enough for you."
"Baby, please…"
"You know, calling me 'baby' right now is pretty much adding insult to injury, you jackass."
Peter's heart broke on his face as he stared into his husband's eyes, seeing an intense anger and pain there. "Can we talk when you come home?"
Neal simply stared at him with a very hardened, chilling glare. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, focusing on Rebecca. She nodded and he turned to open the door. As he pulled it open and moved aside so Rebecca could go out first, Peter tentatively took his hand. He looked up at Peter and saw the apology in his eyes, but he wasn't going to accept it just yet. He loves Peter with all of his heart, but he wanted time to be angry and upset.
"I love you," he whispered, "even if I made you think I don't."
Neal wanted to leave without saying a word, but he whispered, "I love you, too." He left without giving his husband a kiss, but at least he'd told him he loves him. That was a very slight relief to Peter. Neal would come home to him and they'd be okay in the end because Neal still loves him.
Nicky slowly came down the stairs after Neal left and Peter already knew he heard everything. The teenager was more afraid and concerned than anything else as he walked over to Peter and hugged him. He was upset with both of them for what they said to each other, but he always took his dad's side instead of his poppa's. This time, he'd comfort Peter for the moment, then he'd leave them to hash out the problem together.
•◊•
When Neal came home, Peter immediately lifted his head to look up. He'd been holding his face in his hands, hunched over on the couch as he waited for Neal. Meeting Neal's eyes, he could see that Neal had taken a little longer than intended because he'd been crying. "I put the kids to bed," Peter whispered. Neal nodded, shutting the door and locking it. He dropped his keys onto the table and moved a little closer to Peter. There was still quite the distance between them and Peter wasn't sure if he was allowed to close that distance. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I was so pissed, but I shouldn't have said such cruel things…" Neal was silent and Peter's blood ran cold. He didn't know how he was going to get himself out of this one. He'd really stepped in it this time. "Neal, say something, please…"
"Something, please," he said sarcastically.
Peter frowned. "That isn't what I meant."
"What would you like me to say, my master?" Peter stared at him in horror. He'd never wanted Neal to say that to him at any point in their lives. He always tried his damnedest to keep Neal on an equal level, but he'd really put him down earlier. "Perhaps you'd like me on my knees to give your perfect dick a blowjob? Or perhaps you'd like me to be a striptease?"
"Don't do this," Peter pleaded. "I'm not your master, Neal." Neal stared at him critically. "I know I demanded things, but you're not my slave. You've never once been that to me and I'm not going to treat you like that."
Neal was clearly still pissed off as he said, "Oh, but you'd like to make me your slave, wouldn't you? You're so good at making demands—commanding me to do as you wish." Peter's heart ached as Neal sounded so bitter. "You're absolute perfection, my master. Please, oh please, let me suck on your perfection—or please fuck me with it. I'll do whatever you'd like, my master."
Peter couldn't help crying in that moment. He never wanted to belittle Neal to the point where Neal felt like he meant nothing, where he felt like he was Peter's subordinate. "I'm so sorry, Neal."
"Yes, master."
The older man jumped off of the couch then and lunged towards his husband, shoving him against the wall roughly enough to make Neal gasp as his breath rushed out of him. "I'm not your master," he said thickly. "I know I said things I shouldn't have said. I can't tell you how sorry I am. Just please stop calling me your master. It's making me sick." The idea of dominating Neal in such a nonconsensual context bothered him. He never considered himself 'dominating Neal,' but he knew that he was considered the dominant half since he was the one making love to his husband. Neal was technically his sub, but he'd never say that to Neal because he wanted Neal to be his equal. "You're my husband, not my slave. I can't treat you like my slave no matter what happens between us."
"You treated me like shit and made me feel like shit," Neal said miserably. "You know I don't want anyone to hurt my kids. How could you fucking tell me that I don't care about my own son? You're such an asshole." Peter felt like he definitely deserved that from Neal. "I fucking made him, you bastard. He's my own flesh and blood. If you honestly think I'd allow someone to touch him the way I was touched, you're a fucking idiot."
"I am an idiot, Neal. Everything I said was stupid."
"You're damn right it was," Neal snapped, shoving Peter back. "He's my child and you're a dick."
Peter blinked back tears as he nodded. "I know that. Neal, I know you care about him. It was ignorant of me to accuse you of not caring for him." Neal laughed mirthlessly and that hurt Peter. "I'm sorry that I went that far to get Rebecca out. I could have just taken over and kicked her out, but I was afraid of hurting you in the process."
Neal laughed again. "How'd that work for you?" Peter frowned, feeling like shit. He knew Neal was in emotional pain right now and it was his fault for accusing Neal of not giving a damn about his own son and for suggesting that Neal was acting like his mother. "I'm going to bed because I'm admittedly really tired. I don't give a fuck if you sleep with me or not, so you figure that out on your own."
Before Peter could reply to that, Neal stormed off and headed upstairs. Peter shut his eyes and sighed shakily. After giving his husband a few moments, he finally headed up after him. He went into their bedroom and watched Neal undress and redress himself in his white, sleeveless undershirt and his sweatpants. Neal was completely clothed, so lovemaking was definitely out of the question—not that he even thought they were going to make love during the night. He'd hurt Neal too much. "Are we going to talk about this or are we just…letting it go for right now?" he asked tentatively.
Neal, after sliding underneath the blanket, stared at him blankly. "What is there to talk about? You lied to me every time you said I was a 'strong man.' I finally manned up and kicked her out like you wanted me to. You got what you wanted, so you should be satisfied." He only paused for a moment before looking as though something dawned on him. "Oh, my bad. Hang on. Let me take my pants off for you. That's one more thing you want and then you'll be satisfied."
As Neal slid out of bed and reached for his waistband to shove his pants down, Peter shoved their door to a close and darted over to his husband, grabbing his wrists. He pulled them up and held them firmly between their chests. "You're angry with me, Neal. I'm not going to force you to have sex with me nor am I going to allow you to go through with sex because you think I want it. Our sex is supposed to be passionate and romantic, Neal, because we love each other." Neal just stared at him silently and Peter hated himself. "Right now isn't a good time to have sex. I just want to be with you. I want to talk to you because I know how horribly I messed up, Neal."
"Fine," Neal muttered.
Peter released his husband's wrists and allowed him to sit down on their bed. He stared up at Peter and gestured for him to go on. "Neal, I love you more than you'll ever know. I'm overly protective of you and I feel so damn guilty for not being able to protect you when you needed me most… I wish I could have protected you, but I can't change the fact that I failed you." Neal opened his mouth and Peter shook his head. "I may have failed you repeatedly in the past, but I promised you that I'd protect our children and I'm going to keep that promise to you." He knelt in front of Neal and took his hands. "You saw how her presence was affecting our son and, like I said, you were the first to jump to the conclusion that Rebecca may have raped our daughter. You know deep down that there's something psychologically wrong with that woman, Neal. You're a very smart man, which is part of why I love you. I know you can see something's wrong with her. I'm not saying that because she's a rape victim."
"Then why are you saying it? It sounds to me like you're saying she's a psycho because of her rape, which in turn makes me wonder what you think of me because I've been raped more times than I care to remember."
The shudder that coursed through Peter's body didn't go unnoticed by Neal and his brows furrowed as he wondered what was going on with Peter just then. "I worry about your health in general—physically, emotionally, and psychologically. You're my husband and the father of our children." He lifted his left hand and stroked the side of Neal's face gently. "I know you have moments when you lose control, but you know I'm here for you when those moments arise. I've been with you long enough to know that I'm able to help somehow. The difference between you and Rebecca is that I think she may have been twisted in the aftermath. I think she's becoming the perpetrator because she wants that sense of control back." Rubbing his thumb over Neal's lips, he whispered, "You've never wanted that control, honey. You're not that kind of man. You're a good, smart man and I'm very proud of you."
Neal frowned, looking down at his left hand that was still intertwined with Peter's right. "Do you think something will make me snap? Do you think I'll become them?"
"No," Peter said sincerely. "It's been a little over twenty years since Vincent…hurt you. Look at yourself, honey. I'm looking at you right now and I'm seeing an angel." Neal shook his head a bit and Peter knew that he wasn't in agreement. Neal always hated himself. Sometimes, he really hated himself. Peter always tried to make him love himself, but Neal found ways to bring himself down when he'd finally gotten to a point where he was happy. "You raised your son. Never once did you want to touch him sexually. You did your damnedest to keep him safe. When Neil was with us, you were absolutely disgusted by the idea that you might have enjoyed what he did, but you were absolutely repulsed." He lifted Neal's left hand and kissed his knuckles. "If you'd wanted to have sex with a child, I'm fairly certain that you would have done it already. I think you're in an environment that's moderately stable and healthy. I know I'm an asshole, but I try to make sure you're happy to be here—with me…"
"I am happy, Peter."
Peter nodded, sighing shakily. "You're nothing like Vincent or Craig, my love. You would jump into the fray to save a child from enduring rape. I mean, look at the way you've treated the group of kids you got together. You still have them all meet up with you in person sometimes, but you've personally contacted the children and their parents." He smiled sadly at the younger man as he said, "You've showed me the emails you sent to them and they're so heartfelt and you're so sympathetic and understanding of their situation. If you were intent on doing to a child what Vincent and Craig did to you, then you would probably be luring them to you rather than helping them and helping their parents understand."
The older man stroked his husband's cheekbone and Neal blinked back tears. "I love my children," he whispered. "I would die for any and all of them. Nicky, Brie, Joey… They're my little rays of sunshine. I can look at their smiling faces and instantly perk up when I'm feeling shitty because I know they love me as much as I love them." Peter smiled a little more genuinely now and nodded. "I never want to become my mother. I never want to ignore my own child when they need me so desperately."
"Your mother abandoned you in your time of need and you've immediately responded when Nicky's been threatened in the past. You fought your way out of solitary confinement to rescue your son by trading yourself for him. You've personally gone into his schools to speak to a teacher or the principal if there's an issue." Neal knew exactly what Peter was going to say next, so he started crying beforehand. "Neal, you allowed yourself to suffer in order to save him." He brushed Neal's hair back a bit and whispered, "I am so sorry for saying that you became her. She never did a thing to help you and she knew what was going on all along… You would do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love and I admire that trait in you. I value that trait and hope to God that it never fades."
Neal let Peter shift them on the bed because he wanted Peter to hold him. Peter crawled onto their bed and laid at its center, holding Neal against him, rubbing his right side slowly. "I'm still really upset with you," he whispered, sniffling.
"You have every right to be."
"Don't you ever accuse me of not caring about my son again," he said thickly. "I love you, but I will probably walk out on you for a little while—and take the kids with me—the next time you tell me I don't give a damn about him."
Peter nodded. "I was wrong," he admitted. "I shouldn't have said those things to you and I regret them. I wish I could take them back…" He gently rocked Neal, helping Neal feel a little more at ease with him. "I know what kind of man you are, what kind of father you are. For me to say you don't care… It was wrong. It was really wrong."
"I don't want to forgive you so easily, but it's a lot harder to hold a grudge against you," Neal whispered against Peter's chest. Peter smiled sadly. "I love you, Peter, even when you say things that hurt."
"I love you for loving me when I'm a jackass," Peter said softly.
"You love me when I fall apart. Your love is unconditional, so it's only natural that my love for you is unconditional as well." He listened to Peter's heartbeat and loved every beat. "I'm sorry that I made you yell before finally taking action…"
Peter shook his head, cradling the back of Neal's head. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, which essentially forced you to act. Everything I said was cruel and I know I could have done it a lot more politely…"
Neal shrugged and shifted to cuddle a little closer to his husband. "Either way, I took her to her parents' house… She isn't here with us. She can't make our kids uncomfortable or make you tense now." Peter stroked Neal's hair slowly. "I love you, Peter…a lot."
"I know you do, honey, and I hope you know I love you just as much." Neal pushed himself up a bit and hovered over Peter. He leaned forward and tentatively kissed the older man. Peter kept his fingers threaded through Neal's hair as he kissed his husband, knowing this was probably as far as things would go tonight. Either way, he didn't think he wanted to make love with Neal right now just because he didn't want Neal to feel like they need to have sex. He wanted Neal to be upset with him as long as Neal wanted to rather than make up for his mistakes by making love to Neal. He would prefer to talk things through with Neal so they could enjoy sex and make it lovemaking.
The younger man pulled away first and he hovered over Peter with his eyes closed. "I do know that," he whispered. "No matter what you do, I can't forget that you love me. No matter what you do, I can't stop loving you, Peter."
"And no matter what you do, I refuse to let our love fade away. You're too important to me." They cuddled again and Peter was grateful. "I don't want to lose you, Neal."
"You'll never lose me," Neal promised. Peter smiled, liking how soft Neal's voice was, how full of love it was now. "I'm going to be with you forever."
