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As soon as I picked Kira up that day, I held her so close to me, Trunks told me I'd suffocate her if I didn't let go. But just the fact that Goten wanted to take her away from me, even if it was only part-time, scared me shitless. And I hated that feeling.

"What was the point of him going there? And why was he even talking to you?" I asked, kissing the top of Kira's head thankfully.

Trunks ran a hand through his hair exhaustedly. "He called me up and said he didn't want your relationship with him to interfere with our friendship. And so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I brought him over for coffee. I'm so sorry, Maz. I didn't think it would be such a big deal," he said, sitting down next to be and wrapping his arm around my shaking shoulders.

I nodded and leaned back. How could Goten think that after a year of absolutely nothing, he could just come back and pick up where he left off? So yeah, he wasn't an asshole about it or anything, but still. Kira had been five months old when we broke up. He had had plenty of time before and after that to have a chance to be her father. And you don't show up after a year and want to be part of someone's life.

I then remembered the birthday card Goten had given me. I propped Kira on my hip and carried her into the kitchen where I had laid it on the table, Trunks at my heels. Sitting down, I carefully slid the card out of the envelope and opened it. I ignored the poem inside completely and went for the part that was written out in 'Ten's messy handwriting.

"Mar, if you don't want to read it, you don't have to," Trunks said softly.

I shook my head. "I want to see what he has to say." I skimmed the card for a minute before actually reading it.

I can't believe you're 26 years old already, and that I've known you for 26 years. It's been an amazing journey that we've been through together, and this past year has been especially hard on me. I know that leaving you wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've ever done, but you have to see it from my point of view. But I want to make a promise to you, right now, on your birthday, that I'll be better. When you ended our marriage, all I thought about was getting back together. I have been in love with you for six years now, and for six years, I never thought things would turn out like this. I want things to be like they were before, whether you slept with Trunks or not. Marry me, Marron, and we can be that family that you wanted. Just, please, give me another chance. I wasn't lying when I said I love you. Please, let me be your husband again. If I lose you for the second time, I don't know what I'll do. I love you more than ever, even if we're apart. One more chance to make things right, that's all I'm asking for. Happy birthday, my angel.

I set Kira on the floor and cradled my head in my hands. "He wants to marry me," I muttered, rocking myself back and forth. "What am I supposed to do? Oh, no, Trunks, I can't be with him. I couldn't do that to you. Not again."

"Do you want to be with him? What do you want? Forget about me for a minute. Think of what would be best for you and Kira," he whispered.

"But I'm happy with you! You're always here for me, and you're like my best friend. I can't hurt you. That's just how I feel." I peeked at Kira out of the corner of my eye; she had gotten into my purse and was playing with my keys. "What do you think, baby girl? Daddy or Trunks?" Great, I was leaving the fate of my love life to a toddler.

"Daddy! Twunks! Mommy!" she giggled, waving the keys up and down against the floor.

I shook my head gently. "No, Kira. Which one, Daddy or Trunks?" I asked again slowly.

She looked at me for a moment, with Goten's face, as if she was putting some serious thought into the question. Then she turned her head toward Trunks and held out her arms. "Twunks."

Trunks leaned down and picked her up. "What does that mean?" he asked.

"It means you," I said with a smile. "I'm going to stay with you. It's what Kira wants, after all, and I can't argue with the baby. Can you?" I stood up and hugged the two of them.

~

A few months later, Kira and I were grocery shopping when I felt some kind of strong presence. Now, I've never been psychic or anything like that, but you know when you feel like someone's standing behind you? I was overcome with that, and when I saw Kira pointing and laughing to something behind me, I knew I was right.

I spun around and saw Pan standing there, making faces at Kira, a big bag of vegetables in her arms. "Pan!" I shouted as I threw my arms around her. "Oh my god! Pan!"

She laughed and set down her bags. "Look at you! Miss Mother! You look so amazing!"

"Look at you! How old are you now, thirty?" I joked. I fingered her shoulder-length hair. "And your hair! You are so beautiful!"

People started to stare at us as we were freaking out, but we were having too much fun screeching at each other. If I hadn't known Pan all of her life, I wouldn't have known it was her. (Boy, I say that a lot, don't I?) She looked so absolutely beautiful, standing there in her short shorts and windbreaker. This was my niece, my best friend who I had missed so much.

"You wouldn't believe what I've been doing lately! Ever since I finished at OHS, my grandfather got me into OSU. So I moved out of my parents' and I live at the dorms now, majoring in computer studies. You have to come to the dorms one night! The parties there are so kick-ass!" she exclaimed excitedly.

I smiled sadly and gestured behind me at Kira, who was sitting in the front of the shopping cart, trying to open a bag of pretzels. "I'd love to come out and party with you, but it's hard with this little one. My parents have her all day, and I don't trust Trunks with her and diapers."

She laughed. "My god, Marron, she is so gorgeous. What's it like, being a mother by yourself?"

"It's not too bad, I guess. It was hard when she was really little, but now that she's one, it gets easier. And I have so many people helping me: my parents, Bulma, even Bra, when she's not too busy. But let me tell you something important, Pan. I've been with Trunks for a few months now, but I miss your uncle something fierce. He asked me to remarry him, through a birthday card. I never answered him, but I told Trunks I was going to stay with him."

"Wow. What are you going to do? My uncle is like this sad puppy dog; he's been moping around the house. I guess you guys had a big fight or something, and ever since then, he hasn't been the same," she said thoughtfully.

I shook my head sadly and sighed. "I just don't know, Pan. I just don't know."