Okay, here's the next chapter. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think! Thanks! Oh, and how about tomorrow is my last day of my internship for the summer! Yay! That means two weeks of sleep before I have to go back to school. This is very exciting! Anyway, make me double super happy and leave me a review!

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The baby's screams woke Kirsten up and she groaned.

"I'll get him," Sandy offered without opening his eyes.

"Unless you've figured out some way to breast feed him, I have to go," Kirsten replied throwing her legs over the side of the bed and pulling on her robe as she made her way to Seth's crib at the corner of their bedroom. She picked up the wailing baby and settled in the rocking chair. Sandy sat up and looked over to where his wife was holding their son in her arms as he ate. Her eyes were closed, but her tight hold on the baby didn't waver. He watched her finish feeding Seth and stand tiredly to place him back in the crib.

Kirsten sank into the bed next to Sandy and he wrapped his arms around her. Sandy placed a kiss on her temple.

"I'll get him next time," Sandy promised. Kirsten managed a nod as she rested her head in the crook of his arm and fell immediately back to sleep. Sandy watched her sleep for a little longer.

How had he gotten so lucky? Having Seth just made him all the more baffled by his father. How could he have left Sandy and his siblings? Sandy couldn't imagine leaving either Kirsten or Seth. He would kill for his son. He would die for his wife. He would do anything to protect them. Placing another gentle kiss on Kirsten's forehead, he gingerly untangled himself from her and without waking her up (although Sandy was fairly sure by this point a train could come through the house and Kirsten wouldn't budge) managed to slip out of bed. He crossed the short distance to the crib and found Seth's eyes wide open taking in his surroundings. Sandy smiled and reached in and scooped him up.

"Hey buddy," he said softly. "Let's let Mommy sleep okay? You're wearing her out." He sat down in the rocking chair. "I love you so much Seth. I will never leave you." He kissed the top of Seth's head and rocked him gently. Eventually the rocking put Seth to sleep, and Sandy realized that he'd better get to bed if he wanted to get any sleep that night. Classes had started again and he had one the next morning at ten. He stood up and placed the baby back in the crib and slipped back into bed next to Kirsten.

"I love you too," he whispered as he kissed the back of her head. "I'll never leave you either." He wrapped his arms around her and she instinctively snuggled back against him.

Sandy dragged himself home from his last class. He couldn't wait to get home to Seth and Kirsten.

"Kirsten?"

"Sandy, we're in the kitchen," she called out. He made his way back to the kitchen and found his wife and his son sitting at the kitchen table. Or rather, Kirsten was sitting at the table, and Seth was seated in his carrier, a gift from her parents, right in front of her. Kirsten was playing peek-a-boo and Seth was giggling with delight.

"He's laughing!" Sandy exclaimed.

"I know!" Kirsten replied excitedly. She laughed herself, and picked Seth up and went over to Sandy leaning in to give him a kiss. Sandy returned the kiss and took Seth from her arms. "How was class today?"

"Pretty boring. Fifth amendment stuff. How was your day?'

"Oh, this was pretty much the most exciting thing that happened all day," she replied shrugging. "We went grocery shopping. Oh, and you got a phone call."

"From who?"

"Some guy," Kirsten frowned slightly. "He left his name and number but didn't say who he was."

"What was his name?"

"David," Kirsten said walking over to the kitchen counter where she had hastily written the name and number. "He didn't leave a last name." She handed him the paper. David. It couldn't be? How would he have found him? His mother? He doubted Sophie would have told him where to find Sandy and Kirsten. He looked again at the paper. David.

"It's Cohen," Sandy said softly.

"What?" Kirsten asked taking Seth back into her arms.

"His last name. It's Cohen." Kirsten placed Seth back into his seat and gave him a teething ring to chew on. She turned back around with a confused look on her face.

"Is he related to you?"

"He's my father," Sandy whispered.

Sandy held the piece of paper in his hands. He had been sitting by the phone clutching this piece of paper since Kirsten had told him about the phone call an hour ago.

He didn't want to call him. He didn't have anything to say to the man. And yet...he did. He wanted to ask how he could have left them. How could he just pick up and leave his wife and three young children in the middle of the night? Sandy felt a hand on his shoulder and didn't need to turn around to know that it was Kirsten.

"Honey, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sandy answered.

"Dinner's ready," she leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Its spaghetti, and Trish made it and froze it for us. All I did was unthaw it, I swear." Sandy couldn't help but smile at that. Kirsten tried so hard, but always managed to screw up whatever it was that she was making.

"I don't understand," she would say with her hands on her hips as she studied the latest dish she had messed up. "Why is it so dry? I did that thing where you pour dressing over top of it and let it soak."

"Marinate?" Sandy offered and she would point at him.

"That's it. I did that. Why is it so dry then?"

"How long did you leave it in for?" And her eyes would light up in realization and she would scrape the dry chicken into the garbage can declaring that she would never try to cook again and that would be Sandy's department.

"And what's your department exactly?" Sandy would tease. Kirsten would simply stick out her tongue at him.

"I'm not hungry," Sandy told her as he ran a hand over his face. He was silent for a minute before turning slightly so that he could wrap and arm around her waist. She slipped down onto his lap and held his hand.

"Do you think I should call him?" He asked.

"It's up to you," Kirsten shrugged. "You don't have to call him if you don't want to. You don't owe him anything. But if you want to call him, then you should call him. If you have things that you want to ask or say to him, then by all means, pick up the phone and dial that number."

"I think I should," Sandy said quietly after a moment.

"Okay," Kirsten gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Do you want me to stay or go?" He loved her for that. He loved that she gave him options, and that she didn't push him. She was letting him know that she was there for him if he needed her, but he didn't have to worry about her feelings being hurt if he needed to do this alone. The only thing was that he couldn't decide if he wanted her in the room or not. After another minute, she decided for him. "How about this? I'll be in the kitchen eating, and if you need me, I'm right there." Sandy nodded, immensely grateful. Kirsten slipped off of his lap and he watched her walk into the kitchen and lean down and place a kiss on the top of Seth's head.

With shaking fingers he dialed the number Kirsten had written on what actually was the instruction manual to the fancy swing that her parents had just sent Seth. A man picked up on the third ring and Sandy immediately placed the voice.

"Hello?"

"David?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"This is Sandy." There was a shocked silence on the other end.

"You actually called me back," the voice was filled with disbelief. Don't make me sorry for doing so, Sandy thought to himself.

"Yes, I did. What did you want? Why did you call?"

"I want to see you...that is if you want to see me. I'm in San Francisco, and your aunt in her letter said that you went to Berkeley." His aunt. He hadn't seen his aunt in ages, but he knew that she still talked to his father, her only brother. Of course she did. And she still talked to Sophie. He wondered if his mother knew that his aunt was in contact with his father. "And she said that you got married, congratulations. Is that who I talked to?" Sandy turned and looked into the kitchen where Kirsten was feeding Seth. She looked up and met his eye and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yes. That was my wife Kirsten. Listen, how about lunch tomorrow? I'll come into San Francisco."

"Great! That would be great! You can bring your wife along too! I'd love to meet her," David sounded genuinely excited. But Sandy couldn't trust that. He couldn't trust him. They picked a spot and Sandy hung up. Kirsten looked up again from where she was finishing feeding Seth and glanced at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"We're going to lunch tomorrow," Sandy said finally.

"Oh." Kirsten didn't know how she was supposed to react to that. Was it a good thing? Or not? "Would you like us to come?"

"Not yet," Sandy said shaking his head. "I'd like to see him alone first."

"Okay," Kirsten nodded and gave him a confident smile. "I love you." Sandy sounded like he needed to be told that. He looked like he needed a hug too, but her hands were currently full. So she settled on another smile.

"I love you too." He leaned down and gave her a kiss, but let his lips linger there for a minute. He pulled away reluctantly and then ran a hand over Seth's dark wisps of hair.

Sandy waited for his father to show up as he downed his second glass of wine. He half expected him not to show up. But the door opened and David Cohen walked into the restaurant. Sandy stood up and David made his way over to his son. They both stood there silently, not knowing what to say. Finally, Sandy cleared his throat and motioned for the two to sit down.

"I'm sorry to make you wait," his father apologized seeing the two empty glasses on the table.

"It's okay, I was early," Sandy shrugged.

"So tell me about your wife," David said. He knew that his choice of conversation was a good one when Sandy's eyes lit up.

"Her name is Kirsten, and she's...she's incredible. She's beautiful, and smart, and funny, and I still have no idea why she married me," Sandy told him truthfully. "We have a son. Did Aunt Elaine tell you that?" David seemed surprised, and shook his head.

"No, she didn't. How old is he?"

"Four months," Sandy couldn't help but smile at the thought of his son. "His name is Seth. Here, I have a picture." Sandy pulled out his wallet and showed his father the picture that he carried around. His favorite picture. Kirsten holding Seth in her arms and grinning at the camera.

"He's beautiful," David breathed. "And so is your wife."

"Thank you," Sandy accepted the picture back and then broached the subject that he had come to talk about. "Why are you here? Why did you call and find me?"

"I wanted to see you. When Elaine said that you went to Berkeley, I thought that fifteen years was long enough." Sandy sought to find his voice to ask the next question. The question that had been plaguing him for fifteen years.

"Why did you leave?" David took a deep breath.

"I don't know, Sandy. I just...I couldn't do the whole father/husband thing anymore." Sandy nodded. For years he had convinced himself that he was the reason that his father left. In several phases of creativity as a child, he had imagined that his father was forced to leave. Maybe Witness Protection Program? Or he was dying and wanted to spare his family the prolonged pain of an illness? Or could he be involved in the mafia and left his family to protect them? But no, all this time, it had only been because his father couldn't do the husband thing.

"Oh. Are you sorry?"

"I have some regrets, Sandy, I regret not seeing you and your sister and brother grow up. I should have kept in contact with you. But I'm not sorry I left. I would have pulled us all down with me. I would have been unhappy, and that would have affected you three. I didn't love your mother anymore. There was nothing keeping me there." There was nothing to say to that. What to say to a father who abandoned you? Who really didn't regret it? Who had said that you were not enough to keep him there?

"I have to go," Sandy said. Why had he expected this meeting to go well? He shouldn't have gone. He should have pretended that he had no idea who David was and should not have called him back.

"Sandy, please," David said.

"I have to go. Seth and Kirsten are waiting for me at home. Unlike you, I love doing the father/husband thing. I cannot imagine leaving them for a day, never mind forever. I will never leave my wife, and I will never abandon my son. I'm nothing like you. Get all the details of my life off of Aunt Elaine. But please don't call me again." With that, Sandy slammed down the money for his drinks and left the restaurant.

He had to get home.

He had to kiss his wife, and hold his son in his arms.

He had to remind himself that he was nothing like his father.

Kirsten was waiting for him when he walked in the door. She wrapped his arms around him and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"How'd lunch go?"

"How'd you know that I needed a hug?" She shrugged.

"I know you pretty well," she said, a smile tugging at her mouth.

"I know," he gave her another kiss. "I love you. How'd I end up snagging you?" She considered the question for a minute.

"Just lucky I guess."

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