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Roger stood in the doorway that morning to Thom's room. He saw the bed empty and quickly went into Angel's room. Where Thom was lying asleep beside his sister. Roger glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed. It flashed 5:51. He silently tapped Thom, who stirred.

"Five more minutes, mom."

Roger tapped him again and Thom rolled over and looked at him. He realized who it was and quickly tensed up.

"Hi."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Roger asked Thom.

Thom just nodded, and quietly slipped out from under the covers. Thom walked out of Angel's room, into his room. Roger closed the door and sat down on the bed.

"Thom…last night, I came across those poems you wrote."

Thom shifted his weight onto his other foot.

"And…I'm not…proud of those poems. One day you will understand Thom that those people in Mar-…your dad's films, are people you know," Roger told him simply.

"Are you one of those people?" Thom asked Roger.

Roger was silent for a moment, searching through his mind, thinking of what he could possibly say to Thom to make him understand that he was in those films. Without losing Thom's respect.

Roger took in a deep breath, leaping from the edge.

"Yes I am."

Thom nodded. "Are you gonna tell dad?" he asked Roger.

Roger shook his head. "No, I'm not. I know how much trouble you'll get in since your parents have told you…pretty much everyday. That those films are off-limits till they say so. I'm gonna let it slide."

Thom nodded, grateful.

"Now, I want you to go on ahead and wake Angel up."

Thom looked at his watch. "It's like…barely six."

Roger looked at him and nodded. "I've got a surprise."

"McDonalds?" Angel asked, half asleep. Roger nodded.

"When I was kid, we didn't have these McDonald breakfasts. We just…had McDonalds."

Angel yawned. "Do we have to do this? We have school."

"Yes, McDonalds has good breakfast," Roger told her.

They walked up to the register, looking at the options. Mimi coughed, Roger had her baby bag thrown over his shoulder. He was cuddling Mimi, looking at the menu. He thought for a moment, that he could be considered a mother.

"You guys ready?" he asked them.

Angel and Thom nodded. Mimi giggled and pulled Roger's ears. Amused that he yelped quietly every time she did that.

"Alright, order."

The lady who was standing behind the register looked exhausted. She had loads of makeup on, hiding her tired eyes and had her hair pulled back.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"Uh…I'll have the Chicken Biscuit with Orange Juice," Angel told her. The lady clicked the order in.

"And…I'll take the Ham and Cheese Biscuit," Thom told her. She clicked again.

"What to drink?"

"Uh…milk."

She clicked the order in. "And you sir?" she asked Roger.

"I'll take the breakfast platter, hash browns and a regular drink," he told her.

She looked at him for a moment. Trying to understand how the hell he could be so skinny since he ate so much. Roger read her eyes.

"Metabolism."

She nodded and clicked the order in.

"That it?"

"Yes."

"11.98."

Roger pulled out the money and told Angel and Thom to find a table. They skipped off, arguing where to sit. Roger handed her the money.

"Wow, they all your kids?" she asked him.

Roger stood for a moment, trying to take in what she just said.

"Uh…no…wait. Yes. No…well, I'm their godfather," he told her. She nodded and handed him the change. He went to the side, got his soda and waited for their food. He took the food and looked for Angel and Thom.

Angel was sitting near a window, looking into Manhattan, fascinated by the world outside. Like a little child seeing their Christmas present unwrapped for the first time.

Thom was sitting in the middle of the restaurant. Looking around, stabbing the napkins he got with a straw. Roger sighed. He walked over towards Angel, since it was a booth and slid in. He handed Angel her food. Thom walked over reluctantly and sat down next to Angel. Roger handed him his food.

"You excited?" he asked him.

Angel groaned and Thom just started eating.

Roger handed Mimi her bottle, who was fascinated by the world outside of her. Roger started digging into his food.

They sat for a moment in silence together.

Roger was so absorbed in his food and Mimi's bottle to even look over at the other two. It wasn't until he headed a thud he looked over.

Thom's milk was spilt, dripping on to the floor and everything. Roger sighed.

"She did it!" Thom exclaimed, pointing at Angel.

"No I didn't! Thom needs to know when to hold on to his drink when someone reaches over him!" Angel shouted.

Roger blinked.

"What?"

"I said; he needs to learn how to-"

Roger cut her off.

"Hey, no big deal, we can just clean it up."

Roger looked at a nervous Thom. Roger smiled at Thom. Thom was still uncomfortable around Roger, preparing for the aftershock of the poems. Just like in any minute, Roger was gonna scream and yell at Thom.

Thom nervously smiled back. Roger sent Angel to go ask the lady for help on cleanup. Angel slid out and Thom sat back down.

Roger sat across from Thom and smiled.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad."

Thom smiled. And this time, Thom grinned a real smile.