Zoe sat with Wade on his front porch, the mental images of what they saw, running on repeat in his head. She wanted to say something, but when she tried to say anything, she froze up and decided to remain silent. Thinking that your parent is cheating and seeing it first hand, were two very different things. Granted they hadn't seen much, but it had been enough to quill any thoughts that Wade really wasn't making things up. She hated seeing it first hand for him, because she had been through enough family drama that she knew how it felt to a degree and really there isn't anything she could say to make it better, because sorry would do none of them any good.

"You don't gotta stay here," Wade mumbled, toeing the wooden step. He wasn't sure if her comfort is something that he wanted or needed, the only thing he knew for sure is that he needed to get his thoughts in order before he confronted his father, because he couldn't say anything like that to his mom without getting a few facts from his dad.

Zoe shrugged. "Got nothing better to do," she replied, feeling him tense up next to her, told her everything she needed to know about saying the wrong thing to him. "That's not what I meant," she quickly told him, chewing on her bottom lip.

"I don't need you here," Wade told her between clenched teeth. "I don't need your stupid pity, Zoe," he grumbled.

"Who said anything about me pitying you?" She asked, with a slight eye roll. "Believe it or not, I like your family, Wade," she stated. When she is at the Kinsella house, she can feel the love that fills the house, something she doesn't quite have at home, or a feeling she had when she lived in New York. Don't get her wrong, because she knows that her dad loves her and that her mom, in her own way loves her as well. And Harley tries as much as he can to fill their home with love, but it doesn't reach the level of the Kinsella home. "I pushed my way into helping find evidence of what was going on with Earl, and I want to see it through. So I repeat, I have nothing better to do, because I want the same answers that you want," she stressed out.

"Okay," Wade nodded. He had more to say, but the interruption by his mom held him back from saying anything else.

"Why don't you two come in and have a snack," Jackie urged them, pushing the door open, waiting on them to move from their spot. She had watched them, run up to the house and collapse on the front steps, leaving them be. But after an hour of them sitting out there, and making no move to get up, she needed to intervene and get them out of the sun and replenish what the heat from the day had taken out of their bodies, because the last thing she wanted to do is call Harley or Brick to announce that one if not both Wade and Zoe ended up dehydrated on her watch.

"A snack?" Wade huffed out with a slight hint of humor in his voice, seeing juice, sandwiches and chips sitting on plates at the table. A plate of brownies in the middle of the table.

"A mother can never have enough food on hand for growing children," Jackie stated, ushering them toward the table. "Eat," she demanded, walking to the kitchen to clean up her small bit of mess.

"I am hungry," Zoe shrugged, sitting at the table to dig into her food. The last time she had eaten is hours ago before she left Lemon's house at breakfast time and it was the afternoon.

Wade gave a half shrug and dug into his food, polishing his sandwich off with two bites, Zoe shook her head at him as she slowly ate her sandwich. With one drink of his juice, he downed over half his juice, reaching for a brownie, still warm from the oven.

"Small bites, Wade," Jackie stated, moving past them to the laundry room to switch out a loud of laundry. Wade rolled his eyes at his mother's words, Zoe giggling into her own brownie.

They were just finishing up their food, when Earl walked in. Zoe and Wade sharing a confused look with each other seeing the woman that entered the house before Earl. She is the same woman they spotted Earl with at the shop.

"That is not Wade?" She asked, amused at the sight of Wade. Earl nodded his head, soft chuckles echoing around the room.

"You know who I am?" He asked, eyes darting from the strange woman to his father, glancing over at Zoe a time or two. "How?"

"Tessa," Jackie smiled, pulling the woman into a hug. "Don't be silly, Wade, this is your Aunt Tessa," she told her son.

"To be fair, the last time I saw you, you fit in the crook of my arm," she laughed lightly.

"She was your Uncle Moe's wife," Earl told the room, mainly the two at the table. Wade frowned at that because he didn't know that Uncle Moe ever had a wife, they had just spent the weekend at his house at the beginning of the summer and there was nothing at his house to ever suggest that he had been married at any point in his life.

"You must by Zoe," she said, giving Zoe a look.

"That's me," Zoe nodded, moving from the table, not bothering to ask how Tessa knew who she is, putting a few pieces together. Earl, summed it up nicely. "It was nice to meet you, Tessa, but I should head home," she said moving to the front door, not wanting to intrude on the family moment, now that they knew that Earl hadn't been cheating on Jackie. Those answers that she needed, she had and whatever questions Wade needed answered, he would get them now that he knew nothing was going on.

"Sweetie, you don't have to go," Jackie told her.

"I know," Zoe smiled, glancing at Wade to see he is more interested in his empty glass. She didn't explain the sudden need to be home or make up an excuse to go home, it just felt like she needed to be home letting them have their family moment.

She frowned, when she got close enough to her house to see that her mom is home and waiting for her on the porch, a serious look on her face. A look that made her wish she had stayed at the Kinsella house. Because nothing good ever came from the look Candice is giving her now. Zoe said nothing and took a seat on the porch, waiting for her mom to start talking.

"Ethan called," her mom said slowly. "He's going to be in town at the end of the month, wants to see you, see us," she went on to say. Zoe growing silent, wanting to feel an array of emotions, but settling on the anger she felt over Ethan leaving the way he had.

"I am not going back!" Zoe yelled, jumping to her feet. She may not have wanted to move to Bluebell, but now that she spent time in the tiny town, made friends and got to know her father, she didn't want to be anywhere else. A part of her still hurt for Ethan, to have him in her life once more, and she wanted to share things with him, but he made the choice for the both of them.

"No one said anything about leaving, Zoe," Candice berated her daughter. "I am trying to make things with Harley work, but Ethan wants to talk to you, to explain things to you, when you are ready to hear him out," she went on to explain.

"Honey, no one is going to take you away," Harley soothingly told her, joining them on the porch, not able to stand back watch his daughter get so upset, the need to assure her that she is staying with him, to much to handle, wanting to hold her tightly. Zoe instantly went to her father, wrapping her arms around him. "You don't even have to see him," he whispered.

"But," Zoe sighed, knowing there is more to what her father is trying to tell her.

"But, you were hurt when he left and I think it would do a world of good to talk to him. He might surprise you," he told her. "And that is okay, to want a relationship with him, Zoe, he took care of you and I can't imagine it's been easy on him. Think about it," he suggested, pressing a kiss to her head. He wouldn't hold her back from wanting to continue the relationship she has with the man she once called dad. He couldn't do that to Zoe.

"Okay," she whispered. She could think about it, but she didn't know if she could go and talk to him and hear his excuse on why he left and wanted nothing to do with her for the past few months. She didn't know if she is ready to handle anything to do with Ethan.

"Now, get your bags taken care of, and put your dirty clothes where they belong," Harley told her. Zoe laughed, moving from her father's embrace to get her things taken care of, coming back to kiss her father's cheek before disappearing inside the house.

"I don't know if I am ever going to have a relationship with my daughter," Candice sighed, shifting into Harley's embrace the second he sat down next to her. Harley wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, before resting his head against hers.

"You need to give her time," he said. "She's been through a lot, and it's not easy for her, Candice. This was a huge secret and a lie you kept from her. It takes time, and you can't rush it. We have to take it day by day," he told her.

"I'm trying, Harley, I'm trying," Candice whispered. "It's just not enough."

"She's got a dance coming up next Friday; why don't you take her on a shopping trip this coming weekend to find the perfect dress and shoes, have a mother daughter, bonding time," he suggested. He wanted both of them to be happy. It felt wrong being the only one to be happy to have his family whole.

"We could make a weekend out of it," Candice smiled. "Some shopping and get a Mani/Pedi done," she nodded, liking the way that sounded. It was something they hadn't done in quite some time.

"I am sure she would like that," Harley commented. "Just don't force her into anything she doesn't want to do, because it's only going to push her away from you and that is the last thing that we need to happen."

"I know, it needs to come naturally," Candice stated, rolling her eyes slightly. "I do know how my daughter works," she bitterly scolded.

"I didn't mean anything like that, Candice," he frowned, shaking his head.

"It sure sounded like it," Candice huffed, going to get up only for Harley, to place a hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place. "I know you didn't mean it like that, but I hate that my relationship is strained with my daughter. And I only have myself to blame for it. I hate it, okay?" She asked, getting to her feet to enter the house.

"Okay," Harley sighed, waiting a few minutes before he got up and entered the house, torn between checking on his daughter or the woman that is the love of his life. In the end he settled for heading to his home office to go over a few files.