Disclaimer- Heh. Don't you know? I own everything. I'm really Bill Gates.

Dwayne walked into the "living room", TV on and blaring an English football match that only Rowan seemed to be watching. Every time the announcer spoke, Rowan's lips twitched, as if he wished it enough, he could have a conversation with him, could speak his native tongue.

Dwayne stood there uncomfortably for a moment, taking in everyone, noticing the newbie- what's his name- Jackie, no, Jaime, sitting on the couch. Rowan noticed him after a moment or two, "'lo Dwayne. Back early."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well that's what I need to talk to you about. Perhaps we can step outside for a second? You might wanna hear this in private."

"Why? Your pregnancy is nothing to be ashamed of- I want everyone to know." Any feelings of couth that Dwayne had left him at that moment; he had grown tired of Rowan's snide remarks.

"You really want to know? Well, you have a brother." Rowan jumped up, yelled, What?!, looking as if he had suddenly realized he was in a nightmare, looking for something that told him Dwayne was joking. Dwayne bit his tongue. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so blunt.