The two young children played in the snow, it was winter break for them, despite the fact that they now attended different schools. It seemed as though the girl's mother was intent on trying to keep them separate. Thankfully she was in New York right now with a huge line up reveal, which meant Lynette was home with her father, a kind hearted man who loved nothing more than to see Lyn smiling and enjoying her childhood.

Ideally M. Le sipped on a cup of steaming hot tea as the two men watched their children in M. Montclair poured himself a cup.

"We may have a young couple on our hands," M. Le observed as he watched his son, 8 year old Kim have a snowball fight with M. Montclair's daughter.

"It's very possible," M. Montclair agreed as he watched them, he sipped from his cup as he kept his eyes glued to his child.

Despite Kim towering over her, he was gentle with her, yet very rough with other boys.

"He knows how to treat girls," M. Montclair complimented.

"Thank you. Your daughter is quite engaging for him. You realize she's the only friendship he's maintained?"

"Really? That is something," M. Montclair remarked as he watched the two children fall onto their backs, they then began to move their arms and legs as they made snow angels.

M. Montclair began heating up some hot chocolate, "They'll likely be coming in to warm up soon. It's cold out there."

"Yes," M. Le agreed.

He gave a small sigh as he watched the two of them.

"You know, the kind of remind me of you and Tora," M. Montclair stated.

"Oh? How so?"

"The way they seem to instinctively know what the other wants before they even say it," M. Montclair replied, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

M. Le shook his head, "I was thinking more like you and Janine."

"Nothing like myself and Janine. Honest truth is if it weren't for Lynnie I wouldn't still be married to Janine," M. Montclair confessed.

"Charles," M. Le gasped as he regarded his old friend.

"Has your marriage truly become that bad?"

"Worse," Charles admitted as he watched Kim wrap an arm around Lynette as they hurried into the house.

They heard the door open and close as Kim called in, "We're done out there. Lynnie's too cold."

Lynette's teeth were chattering as Kim unzipped her coat.

"No," Lyn protested.

"Lynette, take off your coat and go sit by the fire, you and Kim can share the blanket there while I fix the hot chocolate," Charles requested.

Lyn gave a pleading look to Kim.

"What's that look for? You know I'm not letting you turn into an icicle," Kim joked with a quick wink.

Lynette nodded as she stripped off her snow clothes and winter boots before heading into the living room.

M. Le leaned into Charles' space and whispered, "How bad?"

His tone was low enough that the children wouldn't hear.

Charles waited until Kim was out of the room before replying, "I love that little girl. I love her so much it destroyed me when I found out—" he hesitated, swallowing harshly before confessing, "Lynette isn't my daughter. She's Paul's. Got any idea what it was like to find that out? Here I am, raising a kid I think is mine—turns out she isn't. Her mom got knocked up around the time of our wedding night, by a foreign exchange student turned rock and roller."

"I'm sorry," M. Le apologized.

"It's not your fault, Chein," Charles replied with a small shrug.

"I'm going to legally adopt her. She doesn't know yet, Janine, I mean. She doesn't know I plan to make Lynette legally mine," Charles admitted.

"And after I do, I'm divorcing the bitch an taking Lyn with me," Charles revealed.

"Is the hot chocolate ready, Daddy?" A quiet voice asked, shakily.

The two men spun around to see Lynette, the blanket wrapped around her, and teeth still chattering.

"Kim! Keep her by the fire so she can warm up," Chein called to his son.

Kim hurried over to Lynette, guiding her back to the living room.

Lynette blinked as she woke up and glanced around before letting a heavy sigh fall from her lips. A gentle hand landed on the small of her back as Kim held her close to himself. His brown eyes softened as he met her sapphire blue eyes.

Studying her expression for a moment before asking, "Bad dream?"

"No. No just something I remembered," Lynette replied as she sat up. Kim sat up with her, his arm still wrapped around her.

"What happened?"

Lyn shrugged, playing with some threads on the blanket before questioning, "You remember winter break, when we were eight years old?"

Kim nodded as he watched her, "Yeah. You were so cold you were almost a snow girl. I had to huddle with you under a blanket in front of the fire with hot chocolate before you warmed up."

"I was having so much fun I didn't want to come inside. That isn't all though. It was the first day in over a week I hadn't heard my parents fighting," Lynette admitted.

Kim became silent watching her intently as she continued.

"You see, my Dad found out that—that my mom had cheated on him. I was the result of that," Lynette confessed, taking a shaky breath in.

"Lynette, neither of us have cheated on the other. You didn't ask for this. I can't imagine what it was like to find out so young that the man you thought was your Dad isn't, but don't think for a minute that it changes anything with this baby," Kim soothed.

Lyn gave him a confused glance.

Kim rested his hand on Lynette's stomach as he explained, "She might be growing inside you here, but she's growing in me too."

He took her hand and placed it over his heart, "right here."

Lynette felt a silent tear fall from her eye as she looked at Kim. The softness in his eyes, the gentleness of his voice, that look he always gave her, as if she was the only girl in the world. She gently brought a hand up to Kim's face, cupping his cheek for a moment, she felt her stomach beginning to flutter as if butterflies resided in it, and her breathing slowly deepened. She leaned in closer had he always smelled this good? A warm musky scent was filling her nose and she couldn't help but blush a little. She leaned in closer until her lips were pressed against his. Kim responded to her kiss as soon as his shock wore off. He gently cupped the side of her face while he moved his lips against hers. He could taste the sweet tang of the raspberry vinegarette dressing from the salad she'd had at lunch, coupled with the subtle taste oranges from her chap stick.

The kiss felt like it went on for minutes but in reality it was only a quick second, leaving Kim with the same rush he felt after winning a race, Lynette felt as if she was floating, and nuzzled into Kim's neck, drinking in the scent that resided there. A mixture of Kim's own scent, cologne, and body wash. Wrapping her arms around him she cuddled in close, "I don't deserve you. How did I even find you?"

Kim smiled as he gave a soft chuckle, "I've been asking myself that about you."

"Kim?"

"Hmm?" Kim answered, enjoying the feeling of his girlfriend cuddled up close to himself.

"How do you know the baby's a girl? What if he's growing inside your heart?"

Kim gave a gentle laugh and nodded, "it's the same thing. He's growing in your womb, he grows in my heart. That's just how it is."

He kissed the back of her hand, "And since there's a little person in you, why don't we get out of here and get you both some nourishment?"

"I am a bit hungry," Lynette admitted.

"My treat," Kim offered as he stood up and reached for Lynette's hand.

AN: Whoo! They finally kiss. So there's a poll on my profile, a way for you, the readers, the make a decision in this story. I honestly welcome your feelings on this question and yes I will write it in, whichever way it goes. Your say on the story you're reading, go make your voice heard.