I walked with KC and Aaron in the park. We were taking him to a birthday party, and it was a nice day. After we dropped him off at the party, we walked back to my apartment, holding hands. When we got there, she sat down at the table.

"Want Pizza?" I asked my girlfriend. We have Saturdays off now for the summer.

"Sure," she said.

I got on the app and purchased our regular order that I have saved. I looked over and she was smiling at me.

"What?" I questioned her.

"Your workouts with Josh are really paying off," she said.

"I feel a lot healthier," I said, happily, "and I've never been very strong. It's nice that I'm changing that."

"I agree," she said. She got out of the chair and walked over to me. "And…it doesn't hurt that it's making you look even more attractive."

I looked at her and gave her an amused look.

"Yeah, that's a plus," I told her.

She kissed me. I placed my hands on her waist and after a bit we pulled apart. I noticed that I didn't recognize the leather vest she was wearing.

"Is that a new vest?"

"Yep," she confirmed.

"You really like wearing leather now, don't you?"

"Ever since you gave me that jacket for Christmas, I've been hooked," she joked.

I shook my head.

"You're a dork," I told her.

"So are you," she countered.

We sat down. After the pizza came, we started eating.

"Hey, KC," I said to get her attention.

"Yeah?"

"You'd want more kids someday, right?" I asked.

"Definitely," she said. "Why?"

"That's something I really want with you," I admitted. "I want to marry you and I want to have kids with you someday. I want Aaron to have little brothers and/or sisters."

She looked at me from across the table and smiled.

"I want that too," she said.

"I used to say that I wanted eleven," I laughed, "but I don't think your body would be able to handle that."

She raised her eyebrows at my half-joke.

"You don't know that," she told me, "and we could always adopt along with having biological kids."

"True," I told her. "Would you actually want that many kids?"

"How many more God wants to bless me with, I'm content with," she told me. "And how many ever that is, I hope that will be with you."

I smiled at her.

Her phone rang. She answered.

"What?" She questioned the called. "Yes, I understand. I'll be right there."

She hung up and huffed.

"What's up?"

"Aaron got in a fight at the party," KC told me.

"A fight?" I questioned her, confused. "He's four."

"Yeah, but Lucas is his uncle," she said. "He punched a kid." She shook her head, irritated. "Will you come with me?"

"Yeah, I'll drive you," I said.

I drove us to the park. She got out of my car and flounced towards the party, while I trailed behind her.

"Where is Aaron?" She questioned, not hiding how upset she was. The person pointed her in the right direction. We walked over.

"Lucas Aaron F—" she started, but stopped when she saw him. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and was holding a towel under his nose (which most likely meant it was bleeding). All of the anger left her face. She looked at the birthday boy's (Jason) mother. "What actually happened? Why does he have a black eye, busted lip, and is his nose bleeding? You said he hit a kid."

"He did, and Justin retaliated," the woman told her.

"He wouldn't have hit someone unless he had a good reason to," she said, I could tell she was also telling herself along with the woman. She kneeled in front of her son. "Why did you hit Justin?"

"He pushed Jenny out of the bouncy house," he told her.

She pulled the towel away from his nose and it wasn't bleeding anymore.

"Who's Jenny?" I questioned.

Aaron pointed to a redhead girl that's about his age, who was sitting on a bench with a band-aid and a bruise on her arm.

"Your son is the one who pushed her," Justin's mother said, who was standing next to Jason's mother.

"My son would not just outright hurt someone for no reason, let alone a girl," KC informed the woman. "I'm raising him to treat women, and people in general, with respect. I don't think I could say the same about you."

"What did Jenny say?" I questioned.

"She wouldn't answer," Jason's mother informed us. "Jenny, can you come over here?" She walked over. "Who pushed you? Please tell us, we need to know."

"Justin," she answered.

Justin (who barely had a sore jaw, which is where Aaron must have hit him) and his mother were then told to leave. Jason's mom offered for Aaron to stay, but he declined.

When we got to her place, KC had Aaron hold a wrapped ice pack to his eye and gave him some pizza. He asked to listen to music, so she gave him her old mp3 player that she had loaded songs he likes onto. He put the earphones in, and sat on the couch listening to the music while eating his pizza.

"At least you were wrong about him being like Lucas," I told her, as we sat the table.

She smiled.

"No, I wasn't," she told me. "He lives up to his namesake." I looked at her confused. "The first time Lucas ever hit someone; it was to protect me. At Swim World in San Antonio, a boy had pulled up my top in the pool. The kid was thirteen and I was eight. Lucas saw and punched the guy. The lifeguard saw what happened and called both of them out of the pool. The kid got kicked out "

"Doesn't that mean he was seven?"

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "It only got out of hand when he thought that it was the only way to protect his friends, and when he wanted to prove he was stronger than the bullies."

"So we just need to make sure that he knows that hitting people isn't the only way to protect others," I said.

"Exactly," KC said. "I can't believe I got so angry at him right away. I feel so guilty. When I saw him, I knew I wasn't told the whole story."

"I can't believe that woman had the audacity to act like Aaron was the one that pushed that girl," I said. "He would never do that. Her kid didn't even have a real injury. He was older. He obviously hit Aaron more than once." I looked over at her. "And you just reacted, KC, don't beat yourself up."

Aaron walk over to us.

"Sorry for hitting him, mommy," he apologized.

"Don't be sorry," she told him. "You were protecting Jenny. Just don't only hit people to protect the ones you care about. Sometimes it is necessary, but if it's not, don't do it. Get an adult if you can, okay?"

"Okay, mommy," he responded.

He went back to listening to music.

Author's Note: So, I changed the name of the waterpark (including in Season 7 and the Texas Prequel) since I somehow had forgotten what SeaWorld was (kinda dumb of me lol).