Music played quietly in the background as I continued to drive down I-95. Killian had his head out the window, tongue lolling out as wind blew through his fur. Killian didn't have any duties this weekend while we celebrated with my mom.

I finally turned off the highway, watching as Killian yipped happily at another dog in a car next to mine. I waved to the owner before turning onto Fiske Boulevard. As buildings passed by, I couldn't help but remember some of my late teen years (which, admittedly, hadn't been that long ago). Just after we passed by my old school, we drove onto the street where my parents lived.

Their house stood out a bit from the others on the street, only because they could afford to have someone come clean it. But so much had changed since I had moved out with Maxx seven years ago.

I parked my car and stepped out, letting Killian hop out and accompany me to the door. I knocked, my heart slamming against my chest despite growing up here for a while.

Mom opened the door and gasped, "Sam!" She tackled me in a hug and I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

"Hi, momma," I said, squeezing her a bit before letting go.

She held my arms, checking over me, "How was the drive? Does Dad need to help you grab your bags? I was just about to start making dinner-."

"It's okay, mom," I looked down the street and saw my brother's car approaching as well. "You told me that you had some new plants in the kitchen?"

"Oh, yes! Let me show you!" Mom gently took my hand and led me in, talking all about how her carnations were finally beginning to root. She had just pointed out her prized yellow carnation when another knock resounded on the door.

"That must be the package I ordered!" Mom said, walking to the door.

I smiled, looking over towards my Dad. He smiled at me, approaching for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, "Hi, Dad."

"Andrew! Oh my goodness!" Mom said from the doorway. I laughed, watching as my brother walked into the door with his wife and children in tow. I smiled at him.

"Aunty Sam!" Elizabeth and Ethan shouted, running forward.

I grinned, "Hey guys!" They crashed into me, nearly knocking me over.

They got preoccupied less than a second later when Killian alerted me he needed to go out. I let the kids take him, watching as they ran out back with him.

I felt arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up. I yelped, laughing a little as Andrew spun me around. As soon as my feet touched the ground I turned and hugged my brother.

"What up dweeb?" I asked, pulling away.

"I thought you weren't going to make it?" Andrew said as I hugged Chelsea.

"Had a last-minute opening," I said, grinning.

"I don't think we have enough to feed everyone," Mom said, walking out of the kitchen. "I'll run to the grocery store really quick."

"No, it's alright. Dad and I can go, then you can hang with your girls and the kiddos," Andrew volunteered.

"But-."

"Mom, it's your birthday weekend. Relax. We've got this," Andrew said, picking up his keys.

"Oh, alright," Mom grumbled, a grin gracing her features. I smiled a little, sitting on one of the couches. Chelsea sat next to me, and we began talking quietly as Dad and Andrew left.

I pulled out my phone to text the band chat, letting them know I made it. I had barely finished shoving my phone back in my pocket when Mom and Chelsea came out with wine glasses.

"Thank you," I smiled at Chelsea as she handed me my glass. Mom spoke to her daughter-in-law as I adjusted to being back in the house. The simply decorated living room (which had a few stains here and there from when Andrew and I had spilled things in various spots), the modern kitchen, the not-quite darkened hallway. I pulled my legs underneath me as I listened to Mom and Chelsea talk.

I sighed heavily, watching as Killian moved around the backyard. Mosquitos came and bit at my skin, but I didn't have the energy to swat them away. My mind churned over everything the band had been discussing. I took a swig of the beer Dad handed me a while ago, feeling it wash down my throat.

I didn't even register the back door sliding open before I realized Andrew was sitting next to me. Without a word, I simply leaned on his shoulder.

"You okay?" Andrew asked.

I kept quiet, trying to find the words. My shoulder brushed against Andrew's arm as I shrugged.

"Wanna talk about it?" He looked at me.

I took a deep breath, watching as Killian attempted to chase a squirrel up a tree, "Cody wants the band to move to LA to record the new album."

Andrew was silent, "How does that make you feel?"

I sat up, "I'm terrified."

Andrew nodded, "That's understandable. Do you know when they want you guys to move?"

"Before May," I said.

"You should have plenty of time to get things dealt with then, right?"

I shrugged, "I have no idea. I have no idea how to approach any of this."

Andrew took a swig of his beer before speaking, "Well, you have all your bandmates. You've got me, and Mom, and Dad. We've all moved out of states before. We can help you out."

I smiled a little bit as Killian approached, laying his head on my knee. I ran a hand through his fur as I thought. Processing stuff is hard when you have alcohol.

"I'll help you start in the morning, okay? After we've all gotten some rest and slept the alcohol off," Andrew offered.

I snorted a little, "That sounds good."

"Alright. Let's get you back inside," Andrew stood and offered me his hand. I gratefully took it, standing with him. When we got back inside, the kids were talking all about how they had gone to Disney yesterday.