Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story that have ever been on Port Charles, those characters are the property of ABC/Disney. Angel, Eddie, and the other kids are my creations, along with Jesse.

"Well, here we are, back again," Rafe said, getting out of the car and looking at the old house. It did seem to have a mystique to it, but that's what Rafe loved about this house.

"Dad, it's.it's beautiful," Angel said still in awe of scenery they saw on the drive up and now the house that stood before them.

Rafe looked at her, wondering if her reaction would have been the same as her mother's just like all the other reactions he'd ever gotten out of her. He led the way up to the house and in through the heavy wood door. "Mrs. Oberth, we're here."

"Hello again, Rafe. Hello again, Eddie," she said giving them both big hugs. "This must be your Angel," she said noticing how beautiful the young lady in front of her was.

"Eddie was telling me about you. I'm so glad I got to meet you," Angel smiled back, slightly blushing.

"I will have dinner ready in an hour," said Delia, walking back to the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?" asked Angel.

"Not tonight, dear. If you like though, I will teach you authentic Romanian food."

"I would like that very much," Angel said, following her Dad and brother up the stairs. Walking in to her room she saw a picture on the dresser. She picked it up and looked at it. At first she thought it was a picture of Eddie from when he was younger.

"So what do you think of your old man when he was a kid?" Rafe said, laughing as he walked in the room.

"This is you?" she said, staring back at the picture, noticing the brown eyes this time.

"Yep, I guess I was about seven or eight at the time. This was my mom's room. I figured that you wouldn't mind this room."

"No, it's wonderful. Are we going to get a chance to sightsee any? Of course, I guess it won't be much sightseeing to you, as you are used to this area."

"We can do whatever you want, Angel. And yes, sightseeing can be an option. I'm sure in the years since I've been gone from here things have changed a large amount," he said, walking over and seeing the view from the bay window that overlooked the back and the woods. "I'm going to go unpack, I'll see you for dinner in a little while," he said, smiling as he left.

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Angel woke up early the next morning. She thought of what they might be doing in Port Charles right now, and if her friends and family were missing them. She could smell the aroma of something baking from downstairs. She slipped on a robe and headed downstairs.

"Good morning, Delia," she said, sliding into a chair as she watched the elderly woman cook.

"Well, you are up early. I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, you didn't wake me. I think it's just my body getting used to the time change."

"Well, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes, I'll get it."

"Oh, no. You are the guest, let me."

"So, how long have you known my father?"

"Let's see. I remember your father when he was born actually. He was so small, but we could tell he was already destined to be great. His mom wished he could have met his father, oh now he was such a gentleman."

"My Grandpa Ed," she said with a smile. "I've heard my dad tell stories about him. When I was a child I had a blanket, I was told that if I gave it a big hug that him and my mom would be hugging me back. I still have that blanket actually. It's no more than a rag now, but it's special to me."

Delia brought over them both a cup of tea and sat down with her, "Your Dad wrote me often after your mother died, did you know that?"

"No, but it wouldn't surprise me."

"Yes, he wanted to bring you two children here to live. I told him that was a ridiculous idea. You had a bond there, in that house and that town with your mother and relatives already. There was no reason to make you lose that bond. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does. I'm so glad that I'm getting to visit this place. It's so beautiful."

"I need to go to the market later today. Would you like to come with me? I can start to teach you Romanian cooking."

"I'd love that."

"Love what?" Rafe said, rubbing his eyes still.

"I am going with Delia to the market, and learn Romanian cooking. So when we get back home and you get homesick for here I can bring a little of Romania to the table. How do you like that idea?"

Rafe smiled at her as he poured himself a cup of tea. "That sounds great. I guess that leaves Eddie and me to do nothing today."

"You two are welcomed to join us," said Delia with a smile.

"I think we will pass, but please do be careful," he said eyeing Delia. She knew what he was asking, that they do not tell anyone that Rafe Kovich is back in town. "Angel, you can not tell others that your father is Rafe Kovich. Also, if they ask you your last name, say Angel Oberth, not Kovich. Ok, sweetie?"

She looked at her Dad, wondering why, but trusting him, "Ok, Dad," she said, smiling and grabbing his hand.