KC's POV

I finally found time to video chat with Farkle, Aaron, and Brooklyn. Brooklyn has gotten so big, and I couldn't help but feel like I'm missing out. The truth is that I am missing out. Farkle put Brooklyn to bed and came back.

"How's school going, Aaron?" I asked.

"It's going good," he said. "When are you coming home, mommy?"

"I don't yet, sweetie," I said.

"I think it's time for bed," Farkle said.

"But I wanna talk to mommy," he said.

"You have school tomorrow, Aaron," Farkle said.

"No! I want to talk to her!" He yelled at his dad.

"Lucas, your dad is right," I said. "You need to sleep, baby."

He looked at me.

"You don't get to say anything because you're not here!" He yelled at me. Those words hit me like bricks. He's never spoken to me like that before.

"Aaron!" Farkle said. "Go to your room, you're grounded."

"I never want to talk to you ever again!" He yelled, storming off into his room. He slammed the door. I started crying. Farkle looked at the screen.

"He didn't mean it," he said. "It's just been hard on him. It's been hard on all of us."

"I know," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Does it feel like this whole thing is affecting our relationship to you?"

"Yeah it does," I said.

"Do you think it could—"

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Nine, my time, so six your time," he said.

"I'm late!" I almost yelled. "I'm sorry, but I have to get to my recording session."

"I understand," he said. "I'll talk to you later."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he said. I ended the call and rushed to my recording session.

Farkle's POV

I closed my laptop and went to Aaron's room. I opened the door, and he was sitting on the side of the bed that is towards the wall, his back facing me. I went and sat on the other side.

"You know you shouldn't have said that to your mom, right?" I said. "It made her feel bad."

"She should feel bad," he said. "She left us here to go to LA."

"I told her to go," I admitted to him. "So, if you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me."

He turned around.

"Why would you tell her to go?" He asked. "Don't you love her?"

"Yeah, that's why I told her to go," I said. "It was a big opportunity."

"But it's hurting us," he said. "We never get to see her anymore."

"Yeah, I think we all realized that," he said. "We took on more than we could handle."

"Why?"

"Because we thought we could handle it," I said. "I thought I could handle taking care of you and Brooklyn on my own, but I've had to get help from others, and I really need her here. She thought she could handle being away from us, but I think it's getting to her too."

"I'm sorry that I got mad," he said.

"It's okay," I said. "You're allowed to have feelings, but you need to watch what you say."

"Okay," he said. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too," I said. He hugged me.

"Goodnight," he said. I got off of his bed so he could get into it.

"Goodnight, son," I said.

I left his room.

KC's POV

"Sorry that I was late, Rich," I told him as I was writing lyrics down.

"No problem," he said. "You were talking to your family, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "Sadly I don't have the luxury of having much time with them anymore. My son yelled at me tonight."

"If you want to talk to them, just shoot me a text, and you can go ahead and skip," he said. "I'll just work on finishing production on some of your other songs."

"The record label set up the sessions," I said. "If they find out I'm blowing off sessions—"

"Screw what they think," he said. "They also want you to do electro-pop, which isn't happening. Family means everything, a record deal is just a piece of paper."

"Thanks," I said. "What do you think of these lyrics?" He grabbed the note pad and read them.

"I'm guessing this is to God?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I haven't had much time with Him either."

"That's another important relationship to you too, right?" He asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Well it seems like you found a way to get time with Him," he said. "Want to record it?"

"I don't have music for it yet," I said.

"How about this?" He started playing the piano.

"That's perfect," I said.

We figured out the rest of the song in five minutes and recorded it in twenty minutes.

"Now, go talk to your family," he said. I went back to my apartment and called Farkle, and we talked for the rest of the night.