Jaye lay sleeping in Flint's bed. She had a headache that didn't want to go away so decided to stay in bed when Flint got up for the day. She was in a deep sleep and didn't hear the doorbell ring.

Flint rose from the couch, wondering who would be calling at that early hour. He quickly dressed and hurried to the front hall, and opened the door.

Standing there was a man about 6' 2" tall. He was dressed in a perfect fitting black suit and not a hair was out of place. He had dark brown hair and brilliant green eyes that matched Jaye's. He looked Flint up and down disdainfully.

"Can I help you?" Flint asked carefully.

"You can tell me where my daughter is." The man's voice was full of authority and it was obvious he felt he was above Flint.

Flint bit back a snide remark as he realized who the man was. He'd heard enough from Alison to have formed a pretty negative opinion about the man already, but he played it safe, opting for polite indifference for the moment. "She's inside, but she's still sleeping. Let me wake her up."

"Who are you?" The man asked.

Flint paused, wondering how much information to divulge. He decided to go all out. "I'm her fiancé."

The man nodded. "May I come in?"

"Of course." Flint stepped back, holding the door for Alison's father, watching as the man carefully stepped into the apartment.

He looked around the apartment and without looking at Flint said, "I wish to speak to my daughter." He gave Flint the impression that he wasn't worth his time.

"I'll go get her," Flint scowled. He headed into the bedroom, wondering whether Alison might have expected this visit. He knelt down next to the bed and gently shook her awake. "Allie, honey? Um...your dad is here."

Jaye mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over onto her side, her 7-month pregnant belly sticking out in front of her.

Flint shook his head at the sight, smiling for a moment before trying again. "Alison. Come on, honey. Wake up."

Jaye's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. "Wh...what time is it?"

"Almost 8 am. But that's not really the point. Allie, your dad just knocked on the door."

"What!" Jaye exclaimed and looked at Flint in shock. "How did he find me?"

Flint shrugged. "I have no idea. Why don't you take a quick shower and I'll work on the small talk."

Jaye nodded. She couldn't shake the feeling this wasn't going to go well. She held her hand out for Flint to help her get up and out of the bed.

Flint pulled her up and gave her a quick hug. "Don't worry about it, honey. Maybe he just really wants to see you."

"Somehow I doubt it." She said then kissed him softly on the lips before waddling herself to the shower.

Sighing, Flint headed back out into the living room. He told Alison's father that Jaye was showering, and asked if he could get him a drink.

"No." He said flatly. He eyed Flint as if he were a bug that needed to be squashed.

Flint forcefully quelled a tide of anger. He sat on one of the chairs and tried to smile. What was he supposed to talk to this man about? "Uhhh, I take it you received Alison's letter."

The man's green eyes turned dark with anger. "Yes I have."

"Ahhh...well...Isn't it great news?" Flint thought he sounded rather overly cheerful, but he refused to stop smiling.

"No it is not." The man said in a stern voice.

Flint's smile slipped. Who wouldn't want to be a grandfather? "Um, well, we're excited about it. I mean, twins! Can you imagine?"

"Since when is it good news to find out your daughter is nothing but a whore?"

Flint's jaw dropped for a second, and then gut instinct kicked in. He rose, balling his hands into fists. "How dare you say that about your own daughter? It's a damn good thing you've stayed out of her life--she actually had a chance to be happy for once!"

The man stared at Flint seemingly unaffected by Flint's change in attitude. "She was happy until people like you put silly little notions in her head about being a soldier."

Jaye had finished with her shower and dressed she was sitting on the bed listening to what was going on.

She could hear the anger in Flint's voice as he nearly shouted, "Your daughter made that decision on her own, and she's never regretted it. Neither have we--she's one of the best soldier's we've got."

"So you got her pregnant and still let her go out into battle?" The man said hotly. "Some man you are."

Jaye had enough and slowly rose from the bed.

"She's stayed on base for her safety. I would never let anything happen to her." Flint's breathing had slowed, but the anger still flared in his eyes.

"She is going back home with me and we are taking care of this little problem once and for all." The man stood up straighter when he stated that letting Flint know that his decision was final.

Flint growled and said in his most menacing voice, "If you're saying what I think you're saying, you're taking her out of here over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged very easily." The man said unfazed.

Jaye walked into the room. "I'm not going anywhere."

Flint had almost forgotten she was at the apartment. He was furious that she'd had to hear what her father was saying. He walked back to stand next to her, putting a possessive arm around her shoulders.

"You are too." The man said. "I have the car waiting downstairs. Let's go." He grabbed a hold of Jaye's arm and started to pull.

"Let go of me!"

Flint stepped between them, putting a warning hand on her father's arm. He tightened his grip so that her father couldn't pull on her. "You gave up your right to pull this kind of crap a long time ago." His fingers squeezed. "I suggest you leave."

"Those two little bastards will get nothing from me!" Jaye's father growled, jerking his arm from Flint's grasp and heading towards the door.

Jaye gasped when he said that. She was speechless but the hurt and pain were written all over her face and could be seen in her eyes.

Flint wanted desperately to pursue this man out the door and continue their "conversation," but Alison needed him more. He wrapped his arms around her, wondering what he could possibly say. He opted for humor, at a loss for anything else. "Are you sure you weren't adopted?" he asked.

Jaye chuckled slightly through her tears. "God I hope so."

Flint nuzzled her neck. "I honestly thought you were exaggerating a little. Now I know. You're better off without them."

Alison squeezed him. "I've got you. You told me you would be my family. Remember?"

"I'll never forget," he whispered, kissing her ear. The babies started kicking as if to tell the two of them that they were there too. Flint laughed. "And we have the twins," he agreed.

Alison laughed along with him. "And your parents."

"Oh dear. My mother will be more than happy to take up the slack, believe me," Flint chuckled. Just in case she needed to hear it, he told her again, "I love you, Allie."

"I love you too." She kissed him on the lips. "More than anything."

Flint gave her a wide grin. "Tell me that again when you're in the middle of giving birth."

"We'll see."