"NO!"

Hilary jolted, her eyes growing wide in terror. She had just walked into the house, coming back from a shopping, and was greeted by the loud scream of her husband.

"Mommy!"

Hilary looked down and saw Haley running towards her, the child's eyes wide and full of fear.

"What is it, baby girl?" Hilary frowned as she leaned down to lift the small three year old into her arms.

"Daddy yelled," Haley murmured. "He scawed me!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Hilary hugged her daughter close.

"Is Daddy huwt?" Haley whimpered.

"I don't know, I have to go check on him," Hilary moved some strands of Haley's dark brown hair away from her doll like face before walking towards the stairs. "I certainly hope he's alright."

Moving as fast as she could with the child in her arms, Hilary hurried into her and Tyson's bedroom, assuming that she would find Tyson there. He wasn't on the bed or in his closet, however.

"Where is he?" Hilary murmured.

"There, Mommy!" Haley pointed towards a stream of light coming from the bathroom that Hilary had managed to miss while scanning her eyes around the room.

Nodding just once, Hilary moved towards the bathroom and called, "Tyson! Are you alright!"

"No!" Tyson wailed in response.

Stepping into the bathroom, Hilary found Tyson standing in front of the mirror, his hands pressed against the counter as he scrutinized his reflection with narrowed eyes.

"What's going on with you?" Hilary breathed. Tyson didn't reply this time, causing Hilary to sigh and stand Haley atop the closed toilet before moving over to Tyson and gripping onto his shoulder. "Tyson, answer me."

"I can't," Tyson lowered his head.

"Well why not?" Hilary folded her arms.

"Because…"

"Spit it out," Hilary urged, getting fed up as Tyson trailed off.

Groaning, Tyson looked over Hilary's shoulder at their little three year old daughter. She stared right back at him and smiled, her young, angelic face lighting up as he glanced at her. This made Tyson's heart pound painfully, his lips bending into a frown, and his cheeks paling.

"Tyson?" Hilary asked quietly, her expression softening.

Leaning down so his head was closer to Hilary's, he whispered painfully, "I found a gray hair."

Hilary stood up straight, looking rather unimpressed with Tyson's revelation. "Really?"

"Isn't it horrible?" Tyson breathed.

Growling, Hilary smacked Tyson on the shoulder. Hard. The Champion Beyblader looked shocked as he reached for the affected spot, while Haley giggled at her mother's action.

"What was that for?" Tyson cried.

"That's what you were screaming bloody murder about?" Hilary seethed. "Finding a gray hair?"

"Not so loud!" Tyson pleaded.

"Why not?" Hilary rolled her eyes. "There's no one here!"

"Hal," Tyson answered softly. "Hal is here."

"So?" Hilary raised an eyebrow.

Frowning once again, Tyson set his eyes on Haley's happy being and shrugged his shoulders back. "I don't want to feel old. Our baby girl…I don't want her to think I'm too old to be able to play with her and do all of the fun things that I do with her."

"I don't think that Haley will ever think that about you," Hilary smiled.

"Why?"

"I just have a feeling," Hilary shrugged.

"But Hilary, this is a problem," Tyson stressed. "I'm only 30 years old! So why do I have a gray hair?"

"Because we had kids when we were 21," Hilary answered easily. "That takes a lot out of you. I mean, if you think about it, that means that we've been running after little kids and dealing with all of their messes and temper tantrums for almost 10 years now."

"But I'm still so young," Tyson fretted. "I shouldn't have any gray hairs!"

"Oh please, do you know how many gray hairs I probably have?" Hilary planted her hands on her hips. "I bet I have more than you. You can only see yours because your hair is so dark!"

"Daddy, you have blue hair!" Haley called out suddenly.

Hilary turned around, while Tyson once again set his sights on the little girl, who was once again smiling as her perfect face let off a delicate glow. "What did you say, baby girl?"

"Your hair," Haley pointed towards Tyson's head. "It's blue! Not gray."

"Little Hal knows her colors," Hilary giggled lovingly.

"Of couwse I do!" Haley huffed before folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not a baby!"

"That's very sweet of you, Hal," Tyson chuckled nervously. "And you're right, my hair is blue. But…there are some tiny parts that are turning a different color."

"So?" Haley blinked.

"So, what?" Tyson didn't quite understand what Haley was getting at.

"Don't be dumb, Daddy," Haley stated plainly.

Hilary started laughing hysterically, while Tyson's formerly pale cheeks turned a rather impressive shade of red. "Haley! Don't call me that! It isn't nice!"

"No one cawes what color your hair is," Haley continued, saying it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "That's silly."

"See?" Hilary glanced at Tyson. "She could care less about your gray hairs. You're still her Daddy, no matter what."

"I guess you're right," Tyson nodded just once.

"I want to play, Daddy!" Haley raised one of her hands. "Play with me!"

"Yeah, she's really concerned about you getting old," Hilary grinned sarcastically.

Suddenly, Tyson felt much better. Yeah, he had a gray hair hidden away in his messy raven mane, and yes, more were going to show up eventually. But Hilary and the children were the most important people in Tyson's life, and if they didn't care about what was going on with his hair, then Tyson realized that he shouldn't either.

"Okay, pumpkin," Tyson smiled, walking over to Haley to gather her into his arms and give her a hug. "I'll play with you."

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy," Haley wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No problem, sweetheart," Tyson kissed the top of her head. "You know I would do anything for you!"

Before leaving the bathroom, Tyson was stopped by Hilary, who had grabbed onto the collar of his shirt without warning.

"Ah, Hilary, what are you-"

"I don't mind if you have a few gray hairs," Hilary whispered in Tyson's ear, causing the beyblader to raise a curious eyebrow. "I think they add character."

With an airy little giggle, Hilary pressed a kiss against the bottom of Tyson's jaw before pulling away and giving him a sly, mischievous grin.

Tyson just watched in captivation as Hilary skirted past him, his eyes wide and shining as she waltzed right out of the room.

Yeah, he could live with a few gray hairs.