Rey's P.O.V.

I had just walked into the diner, and knew that he had already seen me. Well I can't turn back and cancel now. Could I really do this? I guess I had too.

"Hey, sorry I'm late Wyatt ended up getting juice spilled on him so I had to give him a bath, and he's been going through this clingy phase so it was a harder time leaving him with Will." I sit down while I'm talking, and I know that I was rambling; I couldn't help it.

"Will? As in Will Halstead?" Oh...right he doesn't know about my "surrogate" brother of sorts, or how we met. I wasn't gonna tell him that one.

"Yeah, he went to college near DC, and Babushka and Dedushka took him in; made him come to every Sunday dinner while he was in college." Let's just hope he doesn't ask how I got to DC because I knew he wasn't going to approve of any excuse I could make up as to how I got there. I was saving Will from having to deal with the scorn of Hank Voight, and no one wanted that.

"I'm not even going to ask you how you got to DC." Oh...that was surprising, but...good. Our conversation was put on hold when a teenage girl, from the looks of it, probably came to take our drink order.

"Hi, my name is Hannah, and I'm going to be your waiter for today. Can I get your drinks?"

"Yes, can we have one vanilla milkshake and one chocolate." I didn't even think of it when I placed what used to be our orders when we used to come here; before everything went to crap.

"Yeah sure I'll get that right up for you."

"Thank you." When I looked back at my dad I saw that he was just staring at me; probably surprised that I remembered.

"What? Were you expecting to come here, and not get milkshakes?" I sent him a small smile; which I got a Hank Voight equivalent in return. I really did want this to work.

"I guess not...so how have you been?"

"I'm well. How about you?" This was gonna be awkward at first...isn't it?

"I've been good." Cue in the awkward silence that lasted until the waiter, Hannah, came back.

"Here are your milkshakes. Do you guys need more time?" I look over at him, and slowly nod my head no. He speaks first.

"Can I have the steakhouse burger with a side of fries please."

"Of course, and for you ma'am?"

"I'll have a grilled chicken Caesar salad with a side of apple crisp please." Once she had our order she left, and the awkward silence was back. I honestly think it made my dad uncomfortable, which never happens, because he pulled out something from his pocket.

"After you came by the office, and gave me this picture, I couldn't stop comparing him to Justin when he was younger. I found this photo of Justin around the same age." When I looked down at them I couldn't help but see the similarities. I saw them everyday, but I get why my dad would latch on to the picture. He did lose Justin.

"I miss him too, dad. You know Justin came to visit me in Baltimore a couple months before he died. He had reached out a couple months before I got pregnant. I would've come to the funeral, but I was 8 months pregnant and traveling wasn't the best." I smile slightly when I remember his visit. He kept making jokes/hints about me naming Wyatt after him. I sort of did; Wyatt is Justin's middle name.

"Did you get to meet Danny?"

"Yeah, I did. I had actually just reached out to Olive to see if we could meet up." It was one of the first things I did, actually. I had made sure to keep in touch with her when Justin died.

"I guess the boys are pretty close in age."

"Yeah...a little under a year apart." They were closer in age than Justin and I were.

"I'm sure those two are gonna be partners in crime."

"Don't say that; I don't need 3 silly monkeys. Him and Owen are already so close." The flashback of the two of them putting the mixer on 6 without any covers for when we made cupcakes the last time Owen was over. The worst part was that the next day when Will came to pick them up, they told him all about it.

"You can never have too many friends."

"No, but you only have so many close ones." He used to say that to me all the time. I wasn't the most social when I was younger, and preferred to be alone. It scared the crap out of mom so dad always would try to talk to me when we went on these daddy/daughter days. I would always answer what I had answered, and he could never say anything because he only really trusted Al and Trudy.

We got our food, and talked while we ate; it was mainly about Justin. A common ground subject. Then once we finished our food, and he insisted on paying for it, we both got in our cars and left. It was nice, but I still wasn't sure what I was going to do about him and Wyatt. I've always been very picky about the male influences I let into his life: with the main one being Will and only Will. It was hard for me to trust men; I've had bad romantic relationships and bad experiences with familiar ones as well. I've just always been careful on who I let into his life because I know in some ways he's going to relate to them more then me at times, and for some things will look towards them as a role model. I just don't want him to be broken-hearted. He needs...no...he deserves someone who will stay.