Two Against Two

Chapter 26

(Christine's PoV:)

I sob into my Mom's shoulder, as she holds me tightly, reassuring me that everything is going to be OK. I don't want this moment to end, because for the first time in seven years, I'm feeling at peace with myself. I know everything will be OK now; the rest of the family will be home soon, and I'll be able to start all over again with my life.

My eyes are closed for so long, as I cry, I forget about Kevin. I open my eyes, and I see he's standing by the stairway, watching the scene in front of him. His head is tilted in his usual curious way, while his lips pout.

I wonder what he's thinking, but I have a feeling he's feeling the emotions that are coursing through Mom and I right now. After this many years, I'm finally able to hug my Mom, feel what I've been meaning to feel, and say to her what I've been meaning to say to her for so long…

(Kevin's PoV:)

I silently observe my sister and my Mother embrace one another. Fred is right beside me, watching Mom and Christine hug. I tell Fred quietly, as to not interrupt the happy moment, "I'm happy Santa granted Christine her wish, because she can now be a part of the family again, since she doesn't have to stay away, anymore.

It might take time for Christine to readjust to the change, but, for me, I'm very excited about my big sister becoming a regular part of my life, and adding strength to the bond that we've developed in the short time knowing one another. She's already made a major impact on my life," I continue to watch the emotional moment…

(Kate's PoV:)

I just hold my oldest daughter tightly against my chest, as I try getting her to calm down. "Christine, it's okay. You can stop crying. I'm the one, who should be asking for forgiveness from you, my sweet pumpkin,"

"What do you mean, Mom?" Christine asks, her voice hoarse from crying, while lifting her head from my shoulder—her puffy, red, tear-stained eyes curiously looking at me.

A smile creeps onto my face, while my heart swells in happiness at the sight of my daughter's eyes looking into mine. I place my arm tightly around my daughter's shoulder and say, "Well, Christine, how about we go to the den and talk there, where it's more conformable?"

Christine nods, as the both of us walk to the den. I motion Kevin to follow, as well, and he and Fred soon follow from behind.

Soon enough, we find ourselves in the den. Christine, Kevin, and I are on the sofa. Both of my kids lay up against me, while Fred is laying in his spot on the floor, head down, and looking at me.

I'm feeling like I'm about to cry again, because for the first time in years, I have both my youngest and oldest child cuddled up against me. To make it even more special, Kevin now knows about his sister—a moment I'm going to treasure forever.

"So, are you going to explain why you should be the one asking for forgiveness?" Christine asks, as she and Kevin look at me, with curiosity.

I just nod and reply, "Well, Christine, a lot of new truths and understandings about past events came to my attention during my trip to get back home to your brother,"

"Like what, Mom?" my oldest child asks me, curious, while my youngest nods in agreement.

"Well, I just wanted to apologize for not being a good parent to you, after the move to Chicago—for not helping you get adjusted to a new town—for not being there for you, when you needed Dad and I the most, even with the new additions to the family—for abruptly punishing you, without allowing you to tell your side of the story or try to help you, or understand why your behavior changed, suddenly—like your acts of rebellion, or not asking why you were taking a sudden interest in your studies that lead you to graduating early,"

Christine opens her mouth, as if she wants to say something, but I raise my hand, signaling for her to let me finish, as I continue my long-winded apology, "The point I'm trying to make, pumpkin, is that I feel like you ran away from home, because you thought your Father and I gave you the impression that we rejected you.

"You must've got the thought your Father and I considered our own lives and the lives of your siblings to be more important, while ignoring you, your feelings, and the issues that you were coping with, like dealing with being separated from your friends in Indianapolis and your cousin, Tia. I know she's like a sister to you and means so much to you,

"You must've thought of your Dad and I as monsters, when we took you away from Tia. You must've thought we kept you two separated on purpose, which is far from the truth. We never intended on that happening, because your Dad and I love Tia like she was our own daughter. It's just some events occurred after the move that your Father and I should've made you aware of, but didn't. It would've prevented a lot of problems," I tell her, as I start sobbing from the painful heartache of letting these feelings out.

Christine tries to interrupt again, but I raise my hand, letting her know that I'm still not finished. "Christine, what I'm about to tell you, is something that the rest of the kids recently learned, but they don't know the whole story. They just think their Uncle Patrick is just being a jerk, and your Father is pretending he doesn't know why he's being a jerk, when, in truth, he knows exactly why. It will give you a better understanding about why you got the impression that we tried to keep you separated from Tia."

I notice my son's eyes widen at hearing about his Dad pretending not to know, and I give him a look that lets him know he'd better stay quiet, not interrupt, and not tell his siblings a word about this conversation.

"Is there something you're trying to tell me, Mom?" Christine asks, her facial features are displaying a mixture of impatience and curiosity.

"Yes, sweetheart. You will understand completely, once I finish what I have to tell you. Just be patient, okay?" I smile. Christine just nods.

"About a month or two after the move to Chicago, your Dad and Uncle Patrick had a falling out over your Dad leaving Indianapolis for Chicago. The two had a loud argument over the phone, exchanged some unpleasant words, and told one another they hoped the next time they saw one another, it would be in Hell. Since that fight, our family has not had any friendly contact with Patrick's family in over fifteen years,

"Any run-ins your Dad had with Patrick or any run-ins I had with Cindy since then, were very unpleasant. I'm sorry about keeping that a secret from you, pumpkin, but I didn't want to burden you with any extra stress, considering the rough time you were having adjusting to a new town." I finish.

That's when I notice Christine thinking. I can tell by the way she's tapping her finger against her chin, a habit she's had, since she was a child. Part of me still can't believe I'm sitting right next to my oldest child on Christmas, which brings me warm feelings to my heart…

(Christine's PoV:)

I think about and try to piece together the things Mom just told me, especially the stuff about Tia and her family, since Mom mentioned her a lot. If Mom and Dad haven't had any friendly contact with Uncle Patrick and Aunt Cindy in over fifteen years, that means Mom and Dad wouldn't have been aware of Tia's family moving to Chicago.

The only way Mom and Dad could've found out, was through me, when I told them about bumping into Tia at The North Leaf Mall, which occurred on the same day of the Dire Straits concert in Muncie, and also the day I ran away from home. That's when the realization hit me, and I start crying.

"I understand what you're trying to tell me, Mom, and I forgive you," I sob, as I hug my Mother, who quickly accepts my embrace.

"Oh, Christine…" Mom sobs. "This family has been so empty, without you being a part of it, pumpkin, and I was scared I was never going to see you again. I worried about you every day and night, since you left home,"

"Mom, you don't have to worry, anymore, because I'm here, and you're going to be seeing lots of me, with the second chance I've been given. There's so much I want to tell you, but I want to wait until Dad and the rest of the family come home, before I tell you,"

"And there are questions I want to ask you. And I agree with you, about waiting for the rest of the family to return home…"

Airport Limo

Christmas Day, 8:55 A.M.

City of Winnetka

(Peter's PoV:)

I just look out the window at the empty roads, as the airport limo drives the kids and I home. I'm so happy to be back in Chicago, and I'm excited about seeing Kevin and Kate. I hope the both of them are okay, and that Kate made it home safely. The flight from Paris was an exhausting one. Buzz, Jeff, and Megan are asleep, while Linnie is still awake, looking out the window.

"You okay, angel?" I ask her.

Linnie turns her head toward me and replies, "I'm tired, but too scared to fall asleep,"

I frown, worrying, as I ask, "What are you scared to fall asleep for, Linnie?"

I see a mixture of fear and tears form in Linnie's eyes, as she quietly sobs, "I had several nightmares on the plane coming home from Paris, where I was willing to help two creepy people kidnap and hurt Kevin. Also, in the nightmare, Megan and I got into a real fight. We hit each other, when she discovered my part in helping those bad people. I don't want to become that horrible monster that I saw in my dream, because I love Kevin, Meg, and the rest of the family. I'm just afraid if I fall asleep again, I would dream about hurting Kevin and Megan again, and I don't want that," she hiccups.

"Come here, angel," I tell her, as she walks across the limo and sits right beside me. I pull her tightly into a hug and tell her, "Linnie, you're not that person you saw in your dream, for two reasons: Firstly, dreams are not real; they're just products of the mind, even though they can be scary and realistic, at times. Secondly, dreams don't define the kind of person you are or what you do. I know from the deepness in my heart that you're not a bad person, because your Mother and I taught you what's right, and raised you to be the kind person you are today. Does that make sense, Linnie?"

I see a smile come onto my daughter's face, as she says, "It does make sense, Dad. I guess the stress of travelling and worrying a lot must've been the reason I had those nightmares,"

"So, are you okay now, Linnie?" I ask, smiling.

"I'm scared still, but I think I'll be fine. Is it okay if I lay up against you and try to sleep a little, before we return home?" she asks me.

"Of course you can, Linnie. We should be home very shortly," I tell her, as she cuddles up against me.

"I'm lucky to have a wonderful Dad like you," she mutters, as she falls asleep. That statement brings a mix of joy and sadness.

"I wish Christine felt the same as you do, Linnie," I mutter, as I kiss Linnie's forehead. I look out the window and notice the limo had just passed by the little corner mart. "Three blocks to go, before we're home,"

Before I know it, the limo is pulling into the front driveway. I notice that both of the garage doors are shut tight. A smile quickly pops onto my face. "Kate must've made it home safe and sound, and she must've closed the garage," I mutter to myself, feeling better that Kevin is safe, but not realizing I'm only half right, and more importantly, that I'm soon about to be reunited with my long lost daughter.

The limo soon comes to a full stop in front of the house, avoiding hitting the lawn jockey statue out front. I guess I'd better wake up the kids and let them know we're back home. "Hey, kids, wake up. We're home."

All the kids eyes pop open, and soon, chattering is heard coming from them. They flock out of the limo, onto the front walk, with me following behind. The airport limo driver unloads the family's luggage and the bag of presents onto the front porch…

(Christine's PoV:)

"Do you know when Dad and the rest of the family are supposed to be home from Paris?" I ask my Mother. I might as well try to get used to the fact that I'll be seeing her more often, by having conversations with her.

"Well, Christine, to answer your question…" My mom suddenly stops talking, when she notices Fred's head jerk up and look toward the window, like he's listening to something or someone. "What is it, Fred? Is someone outside?" I hear Mom ask him. Fred just barks loudly, as his tail dances around in excitement.

"What's going on, Mom?" I ask her, not understanding what Fred is trying to tell her, but apparently, Mom understands, judging by her expression. I'm scared that the burglars might've come back, but judging from Kevin's reaction, he understands what's going on, as well, which lets me know everything is okay.

"I think your Dad's home. He's going to be in for a shock, when he sees you," Mom smiles, as she whispers an idea into my ear on how I can surprise him.

I'm currently feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety about seeing my Father again. I'm not worried about anything bad happening, considering how happy my Mother was to see me. I take several deep breaths to prepare myself for this moment I've been waiting for…

(Peter's PoV:)

"Buzz, Megan, Linnie, stop bickering now," The three of them are having an argument over something silly, as I fiddle with my keys, trying to find the one that will unlock the front door.

"You need any help, Dad?" asks Jeff, who's just standing there all by himself, not wanting any part of his siblings' argument.

"I think I have it under control. You doing okay there, Jeff?" I ask, smiling.

"I'm doing okay, Dad. I'm just excited about seeing Kevin and hopefully Mom, too," he replies.

"So am I, son. So am I," I smile, as I finally find the key. I place it in the lock, open the door, and walk inside. The kids are following me from behind.

My heart skips a beat, when my eyes see the person standing at the end of the foyer. "It can't be… No. Please don't tell me I'm seeing things. Let this be real," I choke, trying to hold back the tears.

"It's real, honey. Our baby girl has come back home to us," I hear Kate tell me, as she walks into the room. Kevin and Fred are following behind her, and I see Kevin grinning.

"How, Kate?" I ask, still choked up, and my heart pounding.

"Maybe Christine can shed some light on that," Kate says, and I notice she's crying.

"I will be happy to tell the story, Mom, but I want to give my Father a hug, before I do anything else," I hear my oldest daughter speak, as I break down crying upon realizing that Kate spoke the truth.

"Dad!" I hear my oldest sob, as she runs up to me and embraces me. "I'm so sorry about all the pain I caused you!" she sobs into my shoulder, crying.

"It's okay, pumpkin. I forgive you. The only thing that matters, is that you're back home, safe, where you belong," I say, as I hold her tightly, scared I'm going to lose her again.

"I missed you so much, Dad," my daughter cries.

"And I missed you, too, Christine. Seeing you today, is the best Christmas present a parent could receive. I was scared I was never going to see you again. I'm just happy you're here now. I'm also sorry about not being a good Father to you," I cry.

"I forgive you, Dad. I just want to put the past behind us and start over,"

"Merry Christmas, pumpkin," Kate and I tell her.

"Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad," she replies, as Kate and I both embrace our oldest child. The three of us share a silent cry, expressing the joy about our daughter being a part of our lives, once more…

(Linnie's PoV:)

My hand flies over my mouth in surprise, once I catch a glimpse of my oldest sister, standing at the end of the hallway. My emotions are like the joy of finding the last missing piece to complete the unfinished puzzle.

Megan is feeling the same way as I am: happy our oldest sister is back home. It's like a dream come true. Our oldest brothers are just standing there, looking like idiots, with their mouths hanging open in surprise, unable to speak a word.

Our youngest brother, on the other hand, is grinning beside Fred about this wonderful moment. Megan and I lean against each other, and silently cry together. We both watch the heartwarming reunion between Christine and our Dad, which our Mother eventually joins.

"Beautiful, isn't it, Megan? To witness a daughter being reunited with both of her parents," I whisper.

"Yes, it is, Linnie. I'm sorry about the things I said in Paris. You know, about Christine not coming back," she whispers back.

"Don't worry about it, Meg. Our sister is home, and that's all that matters," I whisper back, while giving my twin a hug. That's when I notice Mom heading over our way…

(Kate's PoV:)

A ping of guilt hits me, once I see my two oldest boys and my twin girls, watching the reunion between Christine and their Dad. "How could I forget about them?" I chide myself, as I go remedy that problem, starting with welcoming home my twin daughters.

"Megan, Linnie, merry Christmas. You don't how much I missed the both of you," I say, as I embrace the both of them in a hug and kiss the both of them on their cheeks.

"Merry Christmas, Mom. We missed you, too. I'm so happy Christine's back home, and Kevin is okay," they reply, in unison. I can't help but agree wholeheartedly with that statement.

"Merry Christmas, Jeff. I'm glad you're home, because I missed you so much," I tell my third-to-oldest child, as I embrace him in a hug and give him a peck on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Mom. I'm very happy to see you, and to know Kevin was well taken care of, while all of us were away," he replies, reminding me that I still have some unanswered questions from Kevin and Christine.

"Merry Christmas, Buzz. I hope you were on your best behavior, while in Paris," I tell my second oldest, while embracing him in a hug and kissing him on the cheek. Knowing from the phone call I made in Louisville to Peter, he wasn't.

"Merry Christmas, Mom. I was the perfect gentleman, while in Paris," he says, proudly. I can hear the rest of my kids snickering at that statement.

"Ignore them, Mother. They're just jealous that they didn't show the proper attitude, while in Paris." The rest of the kids are now glaring at Buzz. It seems like Buzz isn't going to be driving anytime soon.

I walk back to where Peter is, while shaking my head. That's when I see Kevin, sitting on the bottom of the stairs, silently crying. Fred has his head on Kevin's lap. "What's wrong, Kevin?" I ask, concerned, as I sit next to him on the stairs and place my arm around him.

"It seems like everyone has forgotten about me, Mom. No one has even said 'hello' to me or asked how I was doing. Even Dad hasn't said a word to me. Everyone has just been focused on Christine," my youngest cries.

"Kevin, look at me. No one has forgotten about you. They're just overwhelmed with shock about seeing your older sister for the first time in seven years. You must've been surprised to discover that you had an older sister, since you were just a couple months old, when she left home. I'm sorry about not telling you about Christine, but, at the time, your Dad and I thought it was for the best; mostly to spare you and ourselves from the pain that she was gone forever—so we thought, until today," I tell him, as I try to push away those horrible memories of that awful day, when Christine left home.

Kevin hugs me, as a way of saying he understands, and tells me the story about his first meeting with Christine. I can't help but laugh loudly at the part where Christine shows her ID to Kevin, which gets everyone else's attention.

"What's so funny, Kate?" Peter asks, looking amused.

"It's just the story Kevin is telling about his first meeting with Christine," I smile. I notice Christine is now blushing in embarrassment and smiling, while the rest of the family has just come to the realization they have not said a word to Kevin…

(Kevin's PoV:)

Mom and I both get up from the bottom of the stairs and we both head over to mingle with the family. Everyone soon focuses their attention on me, starting with Megan and Linnie.

"I missed you, Kevin. I'm sorry about calling you helpless," Megan tells me, as she hugs me. "Merry Christmas, little brother. I'm glad you're okay." she whispers.

"Merry Christmas to you, Megan, and I forgive you,"

I smile, as she gives me another hug and whispers, "Thank you,"

Megan moves out of the way for Linnie, who tightly hugs me, as she starts crying. "Oh, little brother, I'm so happy you're okay. I was worried that the worst happened to you, while we were away. I'm sorry about calling you incompetent. I couldn't forgive myself if you died before I got home, and I didn't get to tell you how sorry I was," she weeps. I share a knowing look with Christine, thinking we almost did die last night.

"I forgive you, Linnie. It's okay, and merry Christmas," I reply.

"I love you, Kevin, and merry Christmas," Linne sobs into my shoulder.

"I love you, too, Linnie," I tell her, while patting her on the back to get her to calm down. After a few minutes of dealing with a sobbing Linnie, I finally get her off my shoulder, when I'm greeted by Jeff.

"Merry Christmas, Kev. Sorry about the nasty things I said to you. I'm glad you're okay," he tells me. I repeat the same thing to him that I told Megan and Linnie, while we do our special hand gesture.

Buzz soon approaches me. "Merry Christmas, Kev. Glad you're okay. Sorry about stealing your pizza, and for being an ass toward you." He high-fives me.

"You're forgiven, and merry Christmas, Buzz,"

I smile, as I return the high five, not caring if he's being sincere or not with his apology. This is Christine's moment, and I'm not spoiling it for her. I watch my siblings give Fred a quick hug and pat on the head, before heading over to where Christine is, to welcome her back home, while my Dad approaches me…

(Peter's PoV:)

"Heya, sport. You doing okay?" I ask my son, as I kneel down and hug him tightly. "I was worried about you, son,"

"I'm doing fine, Dad," Kevin replies happily, as he hugs me back.

"I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about leaving you behind and snapping at you," I tell him.

"I forgive you, Dad. I'm just glad you're home," he replies. "Merry Christmas, by the way."

"Merry Christmas to you, as well, son. I'm just happy you're safe and sound. So, how did you enjoy meeting your oldest sister? Did you like spending time with her?" I ask.

"Meeting Christine was one of the best things to happen in my life, and she's awesome to be around. I wish I could've met her, when I was younger, but I understand why I couldn't," he frowns.

"I'm happy you and Christine got along real well. I wished that, too, but if it's any consolation, Christine absolutely loved and adored you, when you were just a baby,"

"Really, Dad?" he replies, in awe.

"She really did, Kevin," Kate interjects, as she joins the conversation. "She was your first babysitter and always fussing over you. I remember after you were born, Christine used to sit in the rocking chair for hours, talking to you through the crib, while holding your tiny hand. It brought tears to my eyes, when I first witnessed the scene." Kate cries, as I put my arm around her and kiss her on her neck.

"Kate, I've been wondering—how did Christine know Kevin was home alone?" I ask.

"I know the answer, Dad, but it's not my place to tell," Kevin chimes in.

"You're right, Kevin. Christine will tell us whenever she feels ready," Kate and I hold each other and get flirty. Kevin quickly goes back to sitting on the bottom stair and plays with Fred.

"I missed you, Katydid," I whisper.

"I missed you, too, Peter Rabbit," she replies, huskily. We share a long, tender kiss.

"The bed was cold and empty, without you, Katie," I tell her, while caressing her neck.

"I bet it was," She winks, causing me to grin.

"Merry Christmas, Kate,"

"Merry Christmas, Peter," That's when we kiss again…

(Christine's PoV:)

I see Dad head over to where Kevin is, while I notice the rest of my younger siblings approaching me. My stomach is in knots, excited about seeing my siblings face-to-face, especially the twins.

"Christine!" Megan and Linnie squeal, as I pull my two teenage sisters into a tight hug and kiss them both on the cheeks.

"Megan, Linnie, merry Christmas. I really missed you both so much!" I sob.

"Merry Christmas! We both missed you, too!" they cry their reply.

"We have to do a girls' night, so we can catch up about each other's lives," Megan mentions, while Linnie nods in agreement.

"For sure," I reply, feeling excited about having a sleepover with my sisters, maybe at my apartment. I have to run it through with Mom first, though.

"Can't wait!" they reply. "We're happy you're back home, Christine!"

"I'm happy to be back home," I give my sisters another hug and tell them I love them so much.

"We love you, too, Christine," they reply, as the three of us huddle up and share a long silent cry together. My sisters and I are finally able to pull ourselves apart from one another—a moment I wish could last forever.

Jeff approaches me next. "Merry Christmas, big sis. I'm glad you're back," Jeff tells me, as he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, and I'm glad to be back," I cry, as I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed from the emotions of being reunited.

"I missed you, Christine," Jeff explains. " I love you."

"I missed you, too, Jeff, and I love ya back," We share another hug.

I have to keep my temper in check, as Buzz approaches me. It's hard to after the shit he's done to Kevin, Mr. Marley, and the rest of my siblings, while I was gone. "Merry Christmas, big sister. Glad you're home, safe and sound," Buzz says to me after giving me a hug.

"Same to you, Buzz," I pull the jerk closer, under the guise of returning the hug and whisper, while giving him a hard, cold look, "I don't know if you're being sincere or not, but I do know this: If I ever hear another word about you scaring or bullying our siblings, or slandering Old Man Marley's name with that bullshit story about him being a murderer… Just remember, I know where you sleep, and I have eyes and ears keeping watch," I take a glance at Fred, who's standing behind Buzz, listening to every word I'm saying. "Think about it, okay?" I smile. I see the fear in Buzz's eyes, as he tries to quickly get far away from me.

Hopefully, that speech will give my siblings some peace from his antics. "Fred," I whisper, as I get down to his level. "Promise me you'll be my eyes and ears, and let me know if Buzz has been tormenting my siblings, okay?" Fred just shakes his head and licks my face, as if he's telling me "yes". "Gross." I laugh, as I give Fred a hug.

"It makes me happy that Fred has already taken a liking to you, Christine. I was scared you and Fred wouldn't get along, since Fred isn't the trusting type; especially around strangers he doesn't know," I hear my Mom say, smiling.

"I think Fred is a lot smarter than he lets on. Isn't that right, Fred?"

Fred loudly barks, while my Mom laughs, as she puts her arm around me. "Christine, I've been meaning to ask, but do you always sleep in a tank top and shorts, especially when it's cold?"

"Most of the time. Why?" I ask.

"I'm just worried about you catching a cold or getting sick," Mom frets.

"I appreciate your concern, Mom, and if it makes you feel any better, I could try sleeping in something much warmer," I get close to her and whisper, "You don't know how much I missed you worrying about me. It makes me feel happy."

"I feel the same way, Christine," Mom smiles and embraces me with a one-arm hug. "There's another thing I've been meaning to say: Your Dad and I have a couple questions we'd like to ask you and Kevin, if it's okay."

"It's no problem, Mom. I'd be happy to answer your questions," As long as it doesn't relate to last night…

"Okay, but there's something else I need to take care of first," Mom tells me, before she walks over towards Dad…

(Kate's PoV:)

"Peter, there's something I've been meaning to ask you: How did you and the kids get home?" I ask, smiling.

"You know that Monday morning flight, the one you didn't want to wait for?" Peter smirks.

"Oh, don't tell me…" I smile.

"Yep, and it's all thanks to our twin daughters here, we got on that flight, to begin with, after they spoke up about how bad they wanted to go home," Peter says, while we both beam at the twins. They're currently trying to hide their blushing, by trying to shove their faces into Christine's stomach.

Christine pushes them back, laughing, while saying, "Don't be bashful, now, you two," The rest of the family just laughs.

"Peter, I just remembered, we don't have any milk here, and I don't think Lakeside Food or the corner store are open today. So, we're going to have to search for an open store, even if it means driving all the way to Southside Chicago,"

"All taken care of, Mom," Christine interjects.

"What do you mean, Christine?" I ask, curiously.

"Kevin and I went shopping the other day,"

"What?" I ask, surprised.

"We got some milk, bread, frozen pizzas, and some other stuff to hold us over, until the stores opens back up. I couldn't let my little brother go hungry, now, could I?" Christine replies.

"Oh, Christine," I smile, as I give her a hug, feeling happy that Kevin was well taken care of, while we were away.

"By the way, Mom, I cooked some sausage, eggs, bacon, and pancakes, if anyone is hungry," Christine says, as everyone rushes to the kitchen, upon hearing those magic words.

"Hold it!" I interject, loud enough to freeze everyone in their tracks. "Is that why I was smelling sausage, when I came home?" I ask, while looking at Kevin, who gulps.

"Yeah, Mom," Christine replies, as I gaze at my son.

"Kevin, did you tell me that you microwaved some sausage, when I asked you why I was smelling it?" I ask, feeling kind of upset and hurt that Kevin lied to me.

"Yes, Mom, I told you that, but it was for a good reason," Kevin replies.

"You lied to me, Kevin, and you know how I feel about lying, but I'm not going to make any judgment about any punishment, until I hear your side of the story, about why you lied to me,"

"Well, Mom, if I told you the truth, it would've spoiled the surprise about Christine being home. I had to let her know you were home, so she could be prepared to see you. I'm sorry about lying to you, Mom, but I just wanted your reunion with your oldest child to be special,"

I understand where Kevin is coming from, and maybe Kevin did the right thing, by not telling the truth, because it gave Christine time to prepare herself to see me. I shudder to think what the outcome would've been, if Kevin told the truth, and I suddenly surprised Christine. She might've reacted differently for the worse, and ran away again for good. My heart couldn't accept that, but still, lying is wrong, and Kevin needs to know that.

"Kevin, while I understand where you're coming from, I can't allow your actions to go unpunished, because lying is wrong, and I don't want you to make it a habit," I'm glancing at Buzz, who's a perfect example about why I hate lying. "So, for your punishment, Kevin, no video games for the rest of Christmas Break, starting tomorrow. Your free time will be helping around the house with chores, and I'm going to fix your chores, so you won't get in anyone's way."

"I understand and accept your punishment, Mom," Kevin replies, calmly, to the surprise of his siblings, Father, and I, except Christine.

"We'll work out your chore schedule after the holidays," I reply, feeling a mixture of shock and being proud at my son's sudden maturity.

"Okay, Mom," he replies.

"Since that's taken care of, I guess we can go eat now," Everyone disperses towards the kitchen…

(Christine's PoV:)

"Okay, everyone—the food, plates, and everything else are already on the table. Just grab a seat and dig in!" My parents sit at the ends of the table, my brothers sit on one side, while I sit with my sisters on the other side. Everyone starts fixing their plates and are chatting.

"This is good, Christine," Mom compliments me after eating a mouthful of eggs.

"Thanks, Mom," I smile, as I take a bite of my pancake.

"So, when did you get home, Kate?" I hear my Dad ask Mom.

"About an hour, before you did," I hear her reply.

"See, Kate? You should've waited for the Monday morning flight," Dad teases Mom, smirking.

"Oh, be quiet, Peter," Mom laughs. "Besides, I got to visit Louisville and Indianapolis, and it's changed so much." My head jerks towards Mom, upon hearing that.

"It must've brought back a lot of wonderful memories, Kate," Peter smiles, remembering. My siblings are now paying attention, and looking confused about Louisville and Indianapolis, except for Kevin, since I told him the story.

"It did, Peter," Mom smiles.

"Uh, what's with all the talk about Louisville and Indianapolis?" my sister, Megan, asks.

"Because, that's where Mom and Dad are originally from," Kevin tells Megan. My Mom and Dad stare at Kevin, in shock, as I try to withhold from laughing.

"What?" Kevin asks, looking at Mom and Dad.

"Kevin, how did you find out about the family living in Indianapolis?" Mom asks him, looking surprised.

"Christine told me," Kevin responds, as my parents are now looking at me, wanting answers.

"Kevin wanted to know everything about me and our family. So, I told him," I explain after taking a drink of milk, shrugging.

"Mom, Dad, is it true about the family living in Indianapolis?" Linnie asks my parents.

"Yes, it's true, Linnie," Mom answers her. "Your Dad and I are originally from Indianapolis. That's where we got married, where I gave birth to our first two children, and where we lived our whole lives, until Christine was seven years old. That's when we moved to Chicago." Kate explains to my siblings, while they're in awe, except for Buzz.

"You mean, I was born in Pacer's country?" Buzz asks, horrified, dropping his fork.

"Sorry, Buzz," Mom smiles, in a way that freakishly makes her look like Delia Deetz from Beetlejuice. "Speaking of stories, I think I want to hear Christine's story, because I have a few questions I want to ask her." Mom says to me, putting me on the spot.

"What would you and Dad like to know?" I ask, as the rest of the family focuses their attention on me. I'm scared Kevin or I are going to accidentally blurt out something about those robbers from last night.

"I guess the first thing your Dad and I would like to know, is how you found out Kevin was home alone?" Mom asks, looking at me straight in the eye. I gulp, and my stomach turns cold. I just hope Mom doesn't hate Mr. Marley after this.

"Well, Mom and Dad, I found out Kevin was home alone through Mr. Marley," I tell them, causing there to be complete silence.

The reactions from my family are varying. My sisters and Jeff look scared, Buzz is smirking, and pissing me off in the process; Kevin looks sympathetic, as if he understands, and Mom and Dad are just looking at me.

They're most-likely thinking of how Mr. Marley got a hold of me, when they couldn't find me for seven years. I fear Mr. Marley is about to lose two good friends, because of me.

"Your Dad and I would like to know how Mr. Marley was able to contact you, when we couldn't even find a trace of you in the seven years we searched for you," Mom demands, as the feeling in my gut becomes colder.

"Well, Mom," I say, nervously. "Mr. Marley knew how to contact me, because I sent him a letter, telling him where I could be found, and how to reach me in an emergency." Dad looks hurt, while Mom's temper is slowly increasing.

"So, let me get this straight: You sent your Dad and I a letter, telling us you didn't want to see us again, and that if we found you, you'd leave the state; while, at the same time, you sent Mr. Marley a letter, telling him how to reach you in an emergency," Mom fumes.

"Mr. Marley is going to get an earful from me, when I see him again. He has the nerve, claiming to be our friend, when he knew where Christine was this whole time, and not tell us!" Mom says, her voice rising.

"Kate, relax. While I don't agree with Mr. Marley's actions, I don't think you should go jumping on him, because I'm sure he had his reasons for keeping quiet. Maybe he was being a good friend to us by keeping quiet," Dad explains to Mom, while looking at me, as if he knows I'm the reason why Mr. Marley kept quiet—because I put him in a hard place. I'm grateful Dad is sticking up for Mr. Marley.

"Peter, how can you take his side on this issue, and say he was a good friend by keeping quiet? He knew where our oldest daughter was hiding for the past seven years, and didn't bother telling us. That's not being a good friend,"

Mom glares at Dad, as the guilt inside me increases. My siblings watch in awe at Mom and Dad verbally sparring with one another. I can't blame them, either. Mom and Dad had stopped fighting in the open, where I could hear, after Mom became pregnant with Buzz. I guess they kept up that charade and kept the fights behind closed doors, until now.

"Kate!" Dad snaps. "I'm not taking sides. Can you for once think rationally and calmly, instead of letting that temper of yours do all the thinking?" I see Mom's face turn red. I stand up, because I have to interject, before things get out of hand. I can't take it, anymore.

Mom opens her mouth to retort, but I beat her to it, "Will you and Dad stop fighting please?!" I scream, scaring my siblings, except for Kevin, which Dad takes notice of. Mom looks at me, scared, as if she's experiencing déjà vu. "I beg you, please don't blame Mr. Marley or stop being his friend. Mr. Marley didn't tell you where I was, because I blackmailed him that I would leave the state, if he did tell," I notice Dad giving Mom a look, like he's saying "I told you so", while Mom still looks at me, not sure how to respond.

"Pumpkin," Dad speaks to me, calmly. "You don't to worry about Mr. Marley losing me as a friend. I may not agree with his choices, but I'm willing to move on, since you're back home with us, and that's all that matters." I notice Mom closing her eyes, as if she's praying on the matter, while everyone else goes back to eating quietly.

That's how the rest of breakfast goes: quietly. Kevin sneaks a few pieces of sausage to Fred, while nobody's looking. Soon, everyone finishes, and they begin leaving the table for other parts of the house. The twins offer to help me clear up the dishes, but Mom shoos them out of the kitchen, since she wants to speak with me alone. We both start clearing up the dishes from the table and loading them into the dishwasher.

"Christine," Mom speaks. "I just want to apologize about letting my temper get the best of me, and for getting on Mr. Marley's case so hard. It's just hard not to be upset, when you discover a close friend of yours has known the whereabouts of your long lost daughter, and kept it a secret. Though, your Dad's right—I should've been more rational about handling everything.

"I just want you to know I'm still going to be Mr. Marley's friend, and I'm thankful he was looking out for your brother's well-being. It's going to take time, before I can get over the fact about him keeping your whereabouts from your Dad and I a secret for so long. It's something I can't let go as easily, like your Dad can. I hope you're not upset with me, Christine."

"I understand where you're coming from Mom, and, no, I'm not upset with you. I just care about Mr. Marley. He's like a Grandfather to me, and he was my first friend, so I'm going to be protective of him. It doesn't mean I don't love you any less, Mom," I hug her.

"Oh, Christine," Mom hugs me back. "It makes me proud to have such a good-hearted daughter." She causes me to blush.

"I'm proud to have such a wonderful Mom like you," I cause Mom to cry, while still hugging her. "You know, this would be the perfect time to open gifts." I tell her, hoping to stir away any further discussion about my past, especially of who knew of my whereabouts, like Uncle Buck and Tia.

"That's a wonderful idea, Christine!" Mom smiles, as she quickly goes to gather the rest of the family, while I head towards the living room.

I arrive in the living room, to find Dad, sitting on the couch, wearing his glasses, and reading the newspaper. Fred is laying in front of the fireplace, sleeping. "May I sit next to you, Dad?" I ask, while Mom yells for the rest of the family to get back downstairs to open presents.

"Sure you can, pumpkin!" Dad smiles, as I take a seat and lay my body up against his.

"Anything interesting in the news?" I ask.

"Not really. Just a bunch of reports of homes being burglarized in the area, while we were away. The perpetrators were apparently caught last night at the Murphys' house, and are currently in the hospital. They will be facing trial in February," Dad tells me, as I shudder, because I know exactly what Dad's talking about. I'm happy to find out that the bastards will be facing the judge in February.

"You didn't notice anyone trying to break in or see anything strange occur, did you?" Dad suddenly asks me, causing my insides to curl up.

I simply answer, "No, it was all quiet here," Of course, it's a lie. "Who are the Murphys', Dad?" I ask, to change the subject away from the burglars. I've been hearing that name a lot lately, and I don't know who they are, except they have a house across the street.

My Dad just smiles and speaks, "They're our neighbors, and very nice people. They moved in about three years after you left home. They have a boy around Kevin's age, and a girl around Megan and Linnie's age. I can introduce you to them, when they return from Florida, if you'd like to meet them?"

"I would love that, Dad!" I smile. It's so nice to be able to have simple conversations with Mom and Dad again.

Soon, the rest of the family comes rushing downstairs, and they try to find a place in the living room to sit. I'm joined on the couch by Mom and Kevin, while the twins find a spot on the floor near Fred. As for Buzz and Jeff, they bring two chairs from the dining room.

"So, who's going to open the first present?" Mom asks.

"Can I give mine and Kevin's gifts first?" I ask.

"Christine, you brought the family presents?" Mom asks, surprised.

I nod. "Before you say anything, don't feel guilty about not buying any presents for me. Being reunited with you and Dad, is my present," Mom and Dad just hug me. Buzz hands out the gifts Kevin and I purchased, and everyone opens them.

"Oh, Kevin, the engraved bracelet you bought me is beautiful, sweetheart. I love it," Mom smiles.

The twins and I kiss him on the cheeks, to his disgust, as our way of thanking him for the bracelets. Buzz and Jeff express approval at the baseball cards Kevin purchased for them, while Dad likes the shaving cream Kevin purchased.

"Tecmo Bowl! I've been wanting this for a long time! You're the best, Christine!" Buzz tells me, appreciatively.

Kevin cheers in excitement at getting Super Mario Brothers 3. Jeff gives me a hug for getting him Faxanadu. Megan pounces on me, once she discovers I got her the latest New Kids on the Block album. Linnie does the same, once she opens her present, containing the book of the best poems written by John Bennett Holmby, her favorite poet.

"Those games and albums must've cost you a lot, sweetheart," Mom frets, worried about my finances.

She admires the green and blue sweater I bought her. Dad also likes the new fishing pole I bought him. I noticed his old one was all damaged. As for Fred, he enjoys the bone I got him.

"It's no problem, Mom. I just spent a little of my savings I had put back, but I'll be fine. I just wanted my first Christmas back to be a special one," I smile.

Mom just hugs me and tells me, "Thank you, for making this day special, Christine…"

My brothers spend the rest of the day, in front of the TV, taking turns playing their games. Linnie reads her book of poems, while Megan listens to her new album on her Walkman. I show Mom and Dad my car, and explain the good deal I got, when purchasing it.

"You did good, Christine," Dad praises me after looking over my car. "I'm proud of you."

I blush. "Thanks, Dad…"

Time Skip…

(Christine's PoV:)

The rest of the day flies by in a flash, because it's already late afternoon. Mom and Dad decide to forgo Mass, because they just want to relax. Mom is cooking something wonderful for supper, while Dad is in the den, watching the News. My siblings are also in the den, working on homework assigned over Christmas vacation.

They all have a late start, due to "forgetting" to pack it; maybe in Linnie's case, she did forget it, but I doubt the rest forgot their homework—more like left it on purpose. In Kevin's case, being left home alone, caused it to slip his mind.

I'm currently sitting with them, in case they need any help, chiding them for any slacking off, and giving their homework the occasional glance-over.

Linnie seems the most motivated, when it comes to schoolwork. I'm amazed at how fast she understands, and how quickly finishes the assigned material.

I have to reprimand Megan a few times for slacking off and/or looking at Linnie's work. She seems to be an average student, with room for improvement. Jeff is like Megan: an average student, but more honest and hardworking.

Buzz, to my surprise, is a fairly good student, and takes his work seriously. Kevin seems like he struggles the most with schoolwork. He has the brains and work ethic, but that isn't enough to overcome the struggles he faces.

So, I've been trying to help him with pointers. Linnie also helps Kevin during her breaks she takes in between assignments, while I look over her work. I wonder if Kevin is dyslexic? It's something I need to ask Mom about.

Mom adores the scene; she brings out her camera and takes a picture of all of us working together, before announcing that dinner is ready. That's when the family flocks for the kitchen.

"Is that chili I smell, Mom?" I ask.

Mom smiles and nods. "I thought we'd have your favorite meal, in honor of you being home,"

"I didn't know chili was your favorite meal, Christine?" Kevin asks, as he takes a seat.

"It is," I reply, smiling.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about your sister, Kevin," Mom smiles. "I hope that changes, eventually."

Everyone else takes their seats and begins digging in. I notice Dad give Mom a look and mouth to her to not bring up any sensitive topics. Mom just stares at Dad and mouths back, "I'm not," Dad apparently doesn't want a repeat of the scene that occurred at breakfast.

"So, Christine, is there anyone special in your life?" Mom asks me, earning a look from Dad. I blush, while hoping Kevin doesn't bring up Chuck. Megan and Linnie are listening with all ears, while my brothers fake gag.

"It's okay, Dad. And, to answer your question, Mom: There's no one special in my life, at the moment. I did have a couple of short-term boyfriends, but nothing serious came out of it,"

"Oh," Mom frowns. " I was hoping that I had grandchildren, but there's still time for that."

She causes me to blush hard, my brothers to really gag, and my Father to give my Mother a hard look, as if he doesn't want to see his oldest kid a Mother; to stop any more discussion, as if he knows my Mother is going to ask if I'm a virgin or not, a question my Dad doesn't want to know the answer to. My sisters are really swooning with all the romantic talk.

"I envy you, Christine," Megan swoons. " I bet boys drop at your knees, begging you for a date. I wish boys would drop at my knees." She earns a glare from Dad. Megan's comment causes me to blush even harder. Linnie wisely keeps her thoughts to herself.

"Megan and Linnie, I'm sure your special someone will come along and sweep you off your feet, when you least expect it," Dad is now glaring at me.

"We can't wait for that day to come," my sisters both swoon.

"Can we talk about something else, instead of romance?" Kevin chimes in.

My brothers pat him on the back in agreement, while Dad looks proudly at him. My sisters are glaring at him, while Mom and I just shrug. I'm personally glad for the subject change.

The rest of the dinner proceeds without much fanfare; just normal chatter. Mom asks my siblings how their homework is going. They say that it's going well and mention that I'm helping them out, which is earning me looks of praise from both Mom and Dad.

Dad asks me about the kind of work I'm in. I tell him, without naming the shop, to avoid any conflict, that I'm a clerk and part-time mechanic for an auto repair shop. I explain to them what my job is like. My sisters turn up their noses at the idea of doing messy work for a living, while my brothers are interested. Mom and Dad are just proud that I'm making it on my own.

"Does it pay well?" Dad asks, earning a look from my Mother, as if it isn't the proper time to talk about money.

"It pays really well, Dad. I got a Christmas bonus, too," I explain to him.

"That's really good, Christine. Just talk to me, if you ever need financial advice. That's my job, you know," He smiles.

"I sure will, Dad," I smile back.

"Your Uncle Frank's head would be spinning in circles right now, if he was here, listening to this conversation," Dad says, while earning another look from Mom. I'm believing Dad is doing this to annoy Mom on purpose, as payback for bringing up my love life.

The dinner returns as quiet, until Mom brings up my Birthday, which occurred on December 1st, "Christine, I was thinking—maybe the family could take you for a belated Birthday dinner on New Year's Day? If you're not doing anything on that day?" Mom asks me. "I feel like we need to make up for seven missed Birthdays,"

"That would be great, Mom!" I smile. "My place of work is closed on that day. So, I would be free," I feel excited that Mom wants to celebrate my Birthday.

"Well, it's a date, then! The family will take you out for your Birthday on New Year's Day. Right, everyone?" Mom asks the family.

"Absolutely!" the rest of the family replies, excited about celebrating my Birthday on New Year's—Kevin, being the most noticeable, since this would be his first time celebrating my Birthday that he remembers.

I just blush and mumble, "Thanks,"

Soon, dinner is finished. I help Mom clean up the kitchen, while my siblings go back to doing their homework. Dad takes Fred out for a walk. I eventually join my siblings, helping them with their homework again. Mom watches us, smiling at seeing all of her kids, working together…

Time Skip…

It's nighttime. I help my siblings finish up their homework assignments. Everyone is in the den, relaxing, watching the last bit of the Christmas specials on TV, before the News comes on. Mom and Dad are talking about Heather moving out, Kevin is on the floor, brushing out Fred; Megan and Linnie are whispering stuff to one another, while giggling, and Buzz and Jeff are trading baseball cards.

My siblings groan loudly, once the opening bars to the Ten O'Clock News theme plays. I look at Mom, in confusion, and she explains, "It's bedtime for your siblings, when the late News comes on," She then addresses my siblings, "So, you kids get upstairs and get ready for bed. It's been a long day. Megan and Linnie, your sister is not going anywhere, so don't worry. Buzz, Christine is a grown woman, so she can go to bed, when she pleases. Now, move it, all of you. Fred is going to be up there in a minute, to make sure all of you are in bed, asleep. I'm going to be up there, if he's barking." Mom scolds them, as my siblings quickly flock up the stairs. They wish my parents and myself "goodnight".

"I guess I'd better be going to bed, as well. I have to work tomorrow, and check on my apartment,"

Uncle Buck originally gave me a few weeks off, but he called me earlier (out of earshot of Mom, Dad, and the others), and explained to me that the shop needs to be open for the 26th, since people will be pouring in, needing their vehicles fixed/cleaned/oil changed. It broke my heart, but I know Uncle Buck needs me for this day, since he and Chanice are still far away, on vacation.

"You're going home so soon, Christine?" Mom asks, looking scared, as if she's losing me again. "I was hoping you would stay until after New Year's, when we celebrated your late birthday,"

"I have to, Mom, but don't worry, you'll be seeing lots of me. Oh, yeah, here's my phone number. You can always call me," I hand my parents a couple copies of my number.

"I'm sorry, Christine. We just got you back, and I'm afraid we're losing you again," Mom cries. "I don't want you to go." Mom holds me tight, sobbing.

"You're not losing me, Mom," I tell her, feeling guilty.

"Kate, stop it. We're not losing Christine, but you have to understand she has her own life and responsibilities to take care of," Dad reassures her.

"I know, Peter. I guess I'm being silly," Mom tries to laugh to hide the pain she's feeling, as she still holds on to me.

Dad and I both tell her, "You're not being silly. You're just being a normal Mother," Dad kisses Mom on the cheek.

"Christine, since you're going to bed, can you make sure your siblings are asleep?" Mom asks me. "You don't have to sleep in your old room, either. You can sleep in the guest room, since Heather is still in Paris. That attic gets really cold this time of year, and I don't want you getting sick,"

"Sure, Mom," I smile, as I get up and make my way upstairs, but not before kissing Mom and Dad, and wishing them "goodnight".

"Goodnight, Christine. We love you," Mom and Dad say to me, as I make my way upstairs.

I check to see if my siblings are asleep, starting with Buzz. I peek inside his room, while avoiding looking at his spider, to find him on his belly, snoring. Kevin and Jeff are next. They both are asleep. I notice Fred is cuddled against Kevin, which is a heartwarming sight. Now, finally, the twins. I can overhear the two gossiping silently, as I approach the door.

"Mom told me you two need to be asleep, before she comes up here," I barge in, scaring them.

"We didn't expect you to check on us, Christine," Megan replies, defensive at being caught, while Linnie quickly cowers under the covers.

"Well, go to sleep, both of you, before Mom comes up here, or you'll both have Hell to pay," I sternly tell them, as Megan cowers under her covers.

"Night, Christine," they both say, in unison.

"Night, my sweet twin sisters,"

I shut the door to their room, go to Mom and Dad's room to grab my stuff, and get ready for bed in the main bath. I change into a long-sleeved shirt and pajama pants. I then go into the guest room, where I climb into bed and fall asleep…

The Day After Christmas…

7:45 A.M.

(Christine's PoV:)

I awake to a nice sunny day, as I rub my eyes and yawn. I guess I'd better start packing up and tell my siblings I'm leaving. I have to be at work in three hours. Boxing Day, as they call it in Canada, is usually the busiest day for Uncle Buck's repair shop. I have to go in a little early, since I'll be running things alone today, with Uncle Buck and Aunt Chanice still in California. I guess I'd better get cracking.

That's when I notice a wonderful aroma, coming from downstairs. Mom must be already awake and cooking breakfast. I guess I'd better go downstairs to see if she needs any help. I put on a robe and make my way down the back stairwell, into the kitchen. I'm right, when I see Mom, standing in front of the stove in her robe, making omelettes. I notice Fred is under the table, asleep.

"You need any help, Mom?" I ask, startling her.

"Oh, Christine, it's you!" She smiles. "You scared me there, for a second. Why are you up so early?" she asks, as she goes back to cooking.

"I have to be at work in three hours. My boss is still on vacation, so I'm in charge today," I notice the frown appear on Mom's face.

"I guess you'll be leaving soon, then?" Mom asks me, trying to hide the pain.

"Yeah. So, is the rest of the family still asleep?" I ask.

Mom just nods. "I hope you're not planning on leaving, without saying 'goodbye' to them, especially Kevin,"

That's when it hits me: Kevin is going to take this the hardest about me leaving, since he's the reason I came back home, to start with. A sick thud hits my stomach. "I'll be sure to tell them 'goodbye'. To be honest, Mom, I don't want leave. I'm happy, being back home with you, Dad, and the rest of my siblings,"

"I know you don't want to leave, and I don't want you to leave, either, but, last night, your Dad made me understand that you have your own life and your own responsibilities. What kind of a parent would I be, if I tried to convince you to abandon those responsibilities? After your Dad and I raised you to be responsible, and not to mention the example I'll be setting for your siblings. I'm just being selfish, I guess," she sobs.

I walk up to my Mother and pull her into a hug. She cries into my shoulder, as I tell her, "You're not being selfish, Mom. You and Dad just saw me for the first time in seven years, yesterday morning. The news last night that I had to leave, was too soon, and it brought up old fears that you were losing me again. You were afraid you wouldn't see again for another seven years. You said it yourself last night, but I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. You can call me multiple times a day, if that will help any, and I'll be sure to come home and visit on my days off. Hey, you and the family can come visit me at my place anytime you like. You're not going to lose me," I tell my Mom, as she continues to cry into my shoulder.

"I know, Christine. It's going to be hard, but I know," Mom sobs. That's when I notice Fred's head pop up.

"The rest of the family must be getting up. Could you help me set the table, Christine?" Mom asks, regaining her composure.

"Sure, Mom," I smile. I grab the cups and plates from out of the cabinet, while Mom gets the silverware, as we set the table. Soon enough, the entire family is making their way down the back stairwell.

"Morning, Christine," Dad greets me, with a hug. "Morning, honey," Dad greets my Mom, with a kiss. "Breakfast sure looks good," Dad mentions, as he heads toward the living room to grab the morning paper.

The rest of my siblings take their seats, and wish Mom and I a good morning. We begin setting the plates of food on the table. Dad soon returns with the newspaper. "They've got a picture on the front page of those crooks, who were caught at the Murphys' two nights ago." Dad informs Mom, while Kevin and I shiver in fear.

"Let me see, Peter," Dad hands her the newspaper. "Oh my god. That little angry man looks like the cop, who was at our house, before we left for Paris. You don't think they're the same person, do you, Peter?" Mom asks Dad, worried, not aware that Kevin and I are now terrified.

"Maybe, maybe not, Kate, but I don't think we have to worry, since they're behind bars. Christine already told me last night that no one tried to break in," Dad tells Mom, reassuring her, while Kevin and I sigh in relief that our secret is safe.

"That's good to know, Peter," Mom tells Dad, before she informs everyone to dig in.

Soon, everyone starts eating breakfast. I look at Mom and Dad. The sad expression on Mom's face knows I'm about to tell my siblings I have to leave. "Kids, can I have your attention for a moment?" Dad announces, as my siblings turn their attention to him. "Your sister, Christine, has to tell you something," I see Mom trying to withhold a sob. Nice way of putting me on the spot, Dad.

They turn their attention to me. I might as well get it over with, "Well, to put it simply—I'm leaving today to go back home. I'm sorry to be so sudden, but I realized I have to work today, and I have to make sure my apartment is okay,"

"Please be joking, Christine," the twins and Kevin reply. "We don't want you to leave. Mom and Dad, tell Christine she doesn't have to leave." As for Buzz and Jeff, they're looking somber, but they understand.

"Kevin, Megan, Linnie, we don't want Christine to leave, but she has her own life to take care of," Dad explains, while Mom sobs. Kevin soon gets up from his seat and runs over to hug me.

"Christine, don't go, please! Please stay! You're an awesome sister! So, don't go, please!" Kevin sobs, which makes Mom and the twins sob harder.

"I'm sorry, Kevin, but I have to go," I also have started crying.

"No, Christine! Please stay! Don't go!" Kevin sobs harder. "I won't let you leave! I can make you stay, because you promised!"

"Kevin, stop it now!" Dad snaps. "You get your act together this instant, before I put you over my knee, and give you something to cry about! Your sister explained to you why she has to leave!" My heart is now aching, seeing Kevin cry.

"Kevin, sweetheart, come here," Mom sweetly says, as Kevin climbs onto her lap. She holds him tightly, while glaring at Dad.

"I guess I'd better go pack and get ready," I get up and go upstairs, trying to withhold a sob. I hear Mom snap at Dad for being so harsh with Kevin.

I arrive in the guest room and begin packing my things, making sure not to forget anything, as my heart aches for Kevin. It doesn't take me long to pack. I quickly change my clothes, grab my stuff, and make my way downstairs.

I notice all of my family are waiting for me at the bottom. Kevin is over Mom's shoulder, still crying. Mom is also crying, as well as my sisters. Buzz and Jeff look emotionless, while Dad looks ashamed. I guess he's regretting the way he treated Kevin.

Mom is the first to speak, "The family just wanted to see you off. Christine, thank you for coming home, making sure your brother was okay, and for taking care of him. We thought the worse had happened, when we discovered we forgot him. Don't be a stranger now. Please visit and call often. I'm very proud of you, and I love you a whole lot," Mom sobs, as she gives me a one-armed hug, since she's holding Kevin.

"I love you, too, Mom. You can call me tonight," I sob.

The twins are next. "Christine, we wish you didn't have to go, but we understand why. We're going to miss you so much. We love you," the twins sob, as they hug me.

"I love you, too, Megan and Linnie. I'll try to set up with mom about a girls' night out really soon,"

"Please do," they reply.

Buzz and Jeff are next. "Christine, we're going to miss you. We wish you didn't have to leave so soon. Don't be a stranger, okay? We love you," Jeff and Buzz somberly tell me.

"I love you, too. I'm going to miss you guys so much. Don't worry, I won't be a stranger," I tell them, as we hug.

Dad is next. "Christine, seeing you has made me feel like a missing part of me has been returned. I know you've already heard this a lot from your Mom and I, but it doesn't hurt to repeat. I'm very proud of you, Christine. You have come so far in life. Please don't be a stranger. I love you, my sweet pumpkin," Dad pulls me into a hug.

"I love you, too, Dad," I sob. The hug with my Father lasts longer than the hugs with the rest of my family.

"Here, Christine," Dad hands me an envelope.

"What is it, Dad?" I ask.

"It's $700.00. I know you have money, but consider it seven years of missed Christmas gifts,"

"Dad, I can't take this. It's so much money," I'm in awe with the amount of money Dad has just given me.

"Don't worry about that. Please take it. I beg you," Dad pleads.

"Okay, if you insist," Feeling overwhelmed at the sum of money I had just received, I hug Dad again. "I guess this is farewell. I'll be sure to call you tonight."

"Kevin," Mom chimes in. "Are you going to tell your sister 'goodbye'? Because, she's leaving."

Kevin lifts his head from my Mom's shoulder and nods. The poor kid has been crying hard. Mom sets him down, and he runs toward me. I quickly scoop up my little brother. My Mother is sobbing hard into my Dad's shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you, Kevin. I will always remember the three days we spent together. Don't hesitate to call me, if you want to talk to me. I promise, I won't be a stranger. I love you, little brother," I cry.

"I love you, too, Christine, and please don't be a stranger," he sobs, as he hops down, back onto the floor, and runs to sob into Mom's pant leg. Finally, I give Fred a kiss "goodbye" on the head.

"I guess this is farewell for real. It was great, seeing you all again. I love you all," I cry, as I grab my bag. I walk out the front door, to the howling cries of my Mother and sisters.

I notice my Dad took the opportunity to pull my car around front. I load my stuff and get into my car. The tears are really flowing now, as I see my family come outside to wave me off. I start my car and drive off for home, not before giving my family a final "goodbye" wave…

END

A/N: I want to thank my beta reader, Majora's Mask Freak184, for taking the time to beta and proofread my first ever FanFiction story.

Two Against Two may be over, but Christine isn't going anywhere, for the time being, as she, Kevin, and the Wet Bandits' paths will be crossing again in the follow-up story, Three Against Three: Chaos in New York.

* "Pacer's country" refers to the Indiana Pacers basketball team in the NBA. Buzz, being a Chicago Bulls fan, would dislike the Pacers, since they are rivals in the Central Division of the Eastern Conference.

* John Bennett Holmby is a fictional writer that is homage to another fictional writer, Bennett Lawrence Holmby, who appeared in The Waltons episode, The Runaway, and is John-Boy's favorite writer.

* $700.00 is roughly $1,300, when adjusted for inflation.