"Is Uncle Matthew, okay?" Bern asked his mormor.

"He'll be fine; your uncle once was a hockey player; he knows how to take a hit."

"Oh…"

"Why did Mr. Alistair attack him and Lars?" Scott asked too.

"Because of something that happened before you were born," Bella replied, gently going through his hair.

"Mama…."

"How about we head back to the house? I don't think you two need to go to the hospital."

"But how will we know how Uncle Matthew and Lars are?" Bern asked.

"I'll call yer mama; besides, I know that it's time for my little ones to nap," Tima replied, gently humming as she rocked Bern.

"Not tried," Scott said, looking from his mama's lap.

"We'll see," Bella replied, kissing his head and following her mother in humming.

The two were asleep on their mama and mormor's laps in a few moments. Only a few minutes later, Arthur and the rest came out of the building and went to the cars. Alistair followed his mother to the car where Bella, Tima, and the twins were.

"Arthur is going with the others to the hospital; Alistair will drive us back to the house," Gwen said.

"But…" started Alistair.

"And you will behave. I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

"Mum…"

"I said not a peep, or I will put you back in jail myself understand."

"Yes."

"Good; now you're going to drive us home."

"Yes, mam." He replied, getting into the driver's side.

Gwen watched him and then entered the car herself, smiling at the sleeping twins in the winter blondes' laps. As Alistair drove, Gwen started small talk with Tima and Bella.

"So, Bella, Alfred says you work as an artisan."

"Ja, I create custom pieces…."

"My Belle is one of the top wood carvers in Finland."

"Mama…"

"Belle, I'm your mama. I'm supposed to be proud of you. You and your papa both need to get that into your head."

"We do…ya just don't need to announce it to the world…."

"Your mother is right, love. Lots of parents love to praise their children when they do something great. The said children can sometimes do things that make us ashamed of them."

"Speaking from experience, Gwen?" Tima asked.

"Let's just say one son has disappointed me greatly."

"Mum," Alistair muttered.

"Well, I can tell ya, sometimes I get disappointed in my children. Namely, when one hasn't told me whom I must thank for my grandchildren."

"Mama…"

"What? I want to talk to the bastard who decides to take my daughter's innocence and leave her pregnant."

"I agree with Tima, a man who can leave someone like you is one."

Bella looked down and gently touched Scott's hair. She took a breath as she gave a sad smile.

"Someone as plain as me…. of course, he wanted something else."

"Belle…" Tima stated and grabbed her daughter's hand.

Gwen gave her son a death glare. The redhead could feel the heat of it. Then look over at Bella and gave her a gentle smile.

"Bella, sometimes the wildflowers in the garden outshine the prized roses. It just takes a skilled eye to find their value."

"Thank you," Bella whispered.

"I happen to know someone who loves wildflowers. If you like, I can introduce you to him."

"What!"

"Alistair eyes the road; now, my dear, the man I'm talking about is my nephew."

"Nephew?"

"Yes, his name is Dylan. He's a little older than you, but he's kind. He owns his own law firm and is very successful."

"A lawyer…"

"Yes, he has a small cottage in a little village outside of London. He says he loves the country and will come only a few times into this city."

Bella nodded as she ran her fingers through Scott's hair.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kirkland…"

"I told you it's Gwen."

"Thank you, Gwen, but…I'm not ready for a relationship…."

"Belle, you haven't gone out on a date since the twins were born. Even when you have been asked to go to a party, we have even offered to watch them so you can."

"Mama…"

"We don't want to rush you into anything, child. I'm not saying you're not doing a good job, but as a single mother myself, you sometimes need to think of yourself."

"I know…."

"Mama?" a tired voice asked.

"Bern, what's the matter, little bear?"

"I feel hot…."

Bella frowned and moved one of her hands to his forehead. Her mother watched her and gently hummed.

"Does your tummy hurt?"

"No, it's just hot."

"Okay."

"Belle?"

"I think it's the change of climate."

"Oh, poor thing," Gwen said.

"Mama, will you switch with me."

"Of course."

Scott whines a little as he switched from his mama to his mormor. The redhead relaxed though when she started to sing to him. Bella gently held Bern and reached into her bag and brought out a bottle of water and a cloth. She put some water on the cloth and put it on Bern's head.

"Does that feel better little bear?"

"Ja."

"Good, when we get back, I'll give you some of your medicine."

Bern hummed and snuggled his mama. He didn't feel good, and his mama's scent was comforting him. He felt his eyes closed as his mama gently started to sing to him.

"Look at the sky tell me what you see. Just close your eyes and describe it to me. The havens are filled with star light tonight that's what I see in your eyes."

Alistair gripped the steering wheel tighter; he knew that song too well. It was the song that he and Bella loved listening to and singing. The song that they had dance to during nights when the day got rough. The song to when they relaxed in each other arms, and the one they listen to before they first made love.

"I see the heavens each time that you smile. I heard your heartbeat going for miles. Now I know why life is worthwhile. That's what I see in your eyes."

He looked away tempted to turn the radio on to drown out the song. Then remembered that it's a lullaby for a child. His child, sung by the child's mother, his love…no his ex…he had chosen another. He was the one who deiced that he need something more instead of something simple.

He was the one who chose to drink, chose not to go back home or to his love. No, he decided to take another and stay at a hotel. He was the one who woke up in the bed of blond hair woman who wasn't Bella. Alistair was the one who broke it off with Bella so he could marry another to keep his family's honor.

"He's asleep." Bella whispered kissing the boy's head.

"Good that always help." Tima replied as Scott snuggled closer to her.

Bella nodded smiling, and Alistair just shook his head. He needed a drink, he needed to forget.