Andy thought it was amazing how the body could heal, both physically and mentally. He saw it often in his line of work, people mangled from gun shot wounds who made dramatic recoveries. He saw it with other injuries too, and here, he was watching his dad. The hospital was going to try and release him Thursday morning, to rehab, of course, but they wanted him out. He understood it. Aside from the hip issue, his dad was healthy, and a hospital full of sick people wasn't the best place to hang out long term. It just amazed him that his dad would be up and walking again on his hip. He glanced over and smiled softly; to do amazing things like that, the body needed rest, and he was seeing that with his dad right now. His dad had been sleeping for quite some time, and from what the doctors had said, they thought he might do a lot of that on and off all day. It was fine. Andy had a lot on his mind. He'd had a huge weight lifted earlier at breakfast too. He'd finally introduced Angela to Sharon and Hannah. That had gone well; he was thankful for that, but he still had another hurdle, one that he knew was a big one. He needed to tell his dad, really brace his dad for the news that he had another granddaughter. Andy had a feeling that conversation wouldn't go as well as breakfast had. His sister was great, even more of an amazing person than he really knew. She'd embraced Sharon and had been kind, delighted to see her newest niece. Andy sat back in his chair to just relax a moment, and his mind trailed back to breakfast.

Their early morning had gone well as he, Sharon, and Hannah got ready for the day. Andy volunteered to sit with Hannah while she had her bottle, so Sharon could take a shower. That had been hard, to know she was in the shower just on the other side of the door, but he'd kept his cool. Having Hannah there as a distraction had been the best thing for him. She just amazed him, and when she finished her bottle, she was happy to show off her standing skills for her dad. Andy looked up when Sharon stepped out of the bathroom, Hannah directly in front of him, trying to stand and shuffle along the side of the bed. He flashed a smile at Sharon.

"She's changing so fast," he said. "I know she was tired last night, but she's going to be walking soon on her own. I can't believe she is already nine and a half months old," he shook his head.

"I know," Sharon paused at her bag, a light sundress on for the day. Andy eyed it while she was turned away, a very summery looking dress with a slight ruffle along the bottom and at the edge of the sleeves. The sleeves just covered her shoulders. He never imagined her wearing anything like it for work, and it was a welcome sight to see her in something so feminine. It made her look even more beautiful to him, but he wanted to be careful what he said. He loved the light blue color with a slight floral pattern to it. Clearly, she was looking forward to a day out and about in New York.

"You look really beautiful," he told her and quickly looked down at Hannah. He tried to catch her eye, his gaze looking up at her a few times. He saw her pause at her bag, and then, she finally turned to him, her makeup bag in hand.

She rolled her eyes slightly and gestured to him, "You don't have to try so hard. I will sleep with you anyway. I tried earlier," she smirked. "Anyway," she held up the bag, "this is what makes me look human, the makeup that will cover the mess of my face."

"Nah," he said, picking up Hannah and standing her on his legs, "I like what I see. I didn't say it to get you back into bed, at least not now. You do look really beautiful. I'll say it again. The dress looks great on you. Is it new?"

She frowned as she smoothed down the dress, "Yes, like most of my wardrobe, it is new. I can't fit into a lot of things pre-Hannah. I told you I can't lose that weight."

Andy stood with a giggling Hannah. He stepped toward her, Hannah in his arms, "Well, we both thank you for the sacrifice. I don't see it at all. I obviously love your body. Hannah appreciates you bringing her into this world. She told me she was glad we made her."

Sharon looked to him horrified and shook her head, "I dread the day I have to explain my indiscretion."

Andy stepped closer and put his hand on Sharon's elbow, standing there with Hannah in his arms too. He looked at Sharon, a teasing look in his eye, "I'll explain it. I'll tell her that her mom was on the prowl, and I was happy to be her sleepover friend. I'll tell her sleepovers can make babies. That should get her terrified of sleepovers."

Sharon scowled and stepped back, "That, exactly that, is why I told you I am happy to raise her alone. I don't see this as a comical moment, a laughing matter." She was irritated now, and Andy sighed, realizing he had only been teasing, but Sharon had taken it a different way.

"Sharon," he touched her again, and he moved his arm to her waist. She turned back around from where she had been messing with her bag and looked at him. He ran his thumb over her waist, I'm sorry. I was only teasing. We have a long time to figure out what to tell her. We," he repeated and again, when their eyes met, he said, "We. This is something you and I did together, and I'm reassuring you once again, I'm here. You do look really beautiful. I am very nervous, but excited for you to meet my sister. We have about a half hour or so before we need to go downstairs to breakfast. Do you mind if I shower? I've got my bag here, and I have really been enjoying this quiet time, the three of us."

Sharon pursed her lips, and Hannah started to buck on Andy's arm. She looked to Hannah, and Andy did too. He and Hannah grinned at each other, and Sharon rolled her eyes, "That smile again. I don't know how you don't see it with her." Andy turned his head to look at a grinning Hannah. He shook his head.

"I see a gorgeous smile, and I instantly think of you," he looked back at her and stepped just a small step closer to kiss her sweetly. Sharon was actually a bit surprised at the tender gesture, but she returned the kiss, much more intensity in her return. Andy pulled back, their lips almost smacking as he did.

"Sorry," he gave her a slight frown, "but I know the heat in that kiss. I don't have time for what you want from that kiss," he nodded to the bed. "I know there's still a huge gray area here, but I want to kiss you some, without it instantly having us fall into bed, tearing off our clothing. Sometimes, I just want to kiss you."

Sharon listened; he knew that, but she didn't answer. Instead, Hannah started bucking again, and she turned to her and smiled. "Come here, Sweetheart. Let's give Andy time to get his shower for the day." She took Hannah from his arms, and he, still with his one hand on her waist, pulled toward her and kissed her head while she situated Hannah. He stepped away to walk to the bathroom, giving Sharon her own quiet time.

Andy looked over, here at the hospital and checked on his dad. He was still sleeping. Andy shifted in his seat and returned to his thoughts.

Sharon called him out on being nervous in the elevator; he hadn't even realized it, as the three rode downstairs to breakfast. Hannah had on a very sweet lime green little shorts one-piece romper. It had strawberries on the cuff of the leg and arms. He loved the color on her with her dark hair, and he had helped Sharon comb her wild hair. Now that it was getting longer, it was a mess in the mornings, as it had been this morning. Her hair was now down off the back of her neck. He loved imaging her with long hair as a toddler, beautiful dark, almost black hair. That looked like Nicole to him, her dark hair, and it always made him laugh when Sharon mentioned she didn't know how to handle babies with hair. As they stood in the elevator, he continued to stare at Hannah in Sharon's arms, and Sharon finally said something.

"You're nervous," she stated.

He looked up and met her gaze. Her makeup was perfect, and while he'd been serious in that he didn't need to see her in makeup, she really looked gorgeous right now. He couldn't take his eyes off her mauve lipstick. He felt like that was a new color, but he didn't want to ask right now. He just wanted to stare at it and dream about that lipstick on his lips, face-everywhere. He loved the feeling of Sharon kissing him and was realizing more and more he was falling deeper and deeper for her. He raised his eyebrow, "I'm not nervous."

"Right," she pursed her lips and nodded. "Your sister is meeting Hannah."

"Okay, maybe I'm nervous, but I'm not trying to be nervous. She knows about Hannah. She's excited to meet her, her niece. Wait, it's not a problem is it, if she is that, Hannah's aunt. Look, I've told you my signing those papers was such a mess, but please, don't hold this against my family."

Sharon started to speak, paused, and then, she shook her head, as she looked down at the floor. When she looked up, he was still looking at her. She sighed and shook her head, "She's her aunt. I realize that, the biology of everything."

"Thanks," he gave a soft smile and then reached to tickle Hannah. "I hope it's okay with my dad, too, you know, that she's his granddaughter. Look, I know you can sometimes barely utter my name, and to her-Hanna, I mean, I'm just Andy if I'm lucky-maybe even called dirt bag, pig, the stupid cop who knocked you up, the dumb idiot, your business trip quickie, the deadbeat dad-among other things," he stated and nodded, "but it means a lot if they can be what they truly are, her aunt and grandfather."

Sharon stared at him horrified at the list of names he'd ticked off as he'd spoken to her. She started to respond, but the doors to the elevator opened, and he gestured for them to step out into the lobby area. The lobby was busy, and she just looked up at him, "I'm not trying to hold a grudge with anyone."

Andy just nodded and walked beside her as they made their way to the restaurant. He had the diaper bag on his shoulder, "Hi, table for four please. Can we get a high chair for the munchkin?"

Andy's dad coughed, and he sat up quickly, pulling himself from his memory. He glanced at his watch. He'd been here an hour now. Angela was over at the rehab center checking it out and filling out some insurance paperwork. They had discussed going together, but they'd decided to split up in case their dad was awake. So far, that wasn't the case, but Andy was glad for the time alone. His dad seemed to clear his throat, shift his head, and go back to sleep. It was like he hadn't slept in weeks, but Andy knew he needed his rest.

Sharon was in the middle of breaking up a pancake for Hannah, something Andy had ordered while they waited, when he stood up and looked to Sharon. "Angela is walking into the lobby. I'm going to go and get her. I'll be back," he gave her a nod. Sharon just returned the nod, and he walked away. Andy briefly glanced back and could see she was now staring at probably nothing, just staring and thinking. He figured she was trying to gather herself before meeting Angela. He stepped into the lobby and looked around, trying to find his sister.

It only took him a moment to wave her toward him. She walked at him, shaking her head and scowling. He gave her a slight shrug, but she spoke first, "I thought you weren't sleeping with anything that moved," she smacked at his arm with her hand. It was a friendly, sibling style swat, and he jumped back slightly.

"Hey, I'm not," he said, now another frown.

"Right," she rolled her eyes. "You have a FREE place to stay, a place with your sister at that, your sick sister," she pointed out, "and I have to wake up this morning, terrified you've been drinking all night and are in an alley somewhere. I call you and find out, that you claim not to be drinking, but I am not stupid and can clearly hear a cough in the background. You have me come to this hotel, a nice place," she nodded and looked around and continued, "really, summon me here to collect you after your night of passion," she rolled her eyes. "So, while you might be the detective, I'm not an idiot. Why oh why did you pick up some woman last night when Dad is in the hospital? Andy, I've been irritated the whole way here."

"Look, I'm sorry," he said, turning to face her squarely. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. "It's not what you think."

"It's worse?" her eyes grew wide. "People in trouble always say that, and it's always worse! How is it worse?"

"Would you calm down, please?" Andy gave her a small smile. "I invited you here for breakfast, and yes, I need to explain. It's not something awful. It's actually a good thing, a very good thing," he smiled again. "Sharon's here. She brought Hannah."

Angela's eyes widened, and she shook her head, trying to look beyond Andy as if she could see Sharon from there. She looked back at him, and he was nodding, "She's here? Why?"

"She is trying to help," he offered. "She cares even if she can't express that. I was supposed to see Hannah this weekend, and obviously, I'm here. She brought Hannah to me."

Angela narrowed her gaze, "Andy, this trip then is about much more than missed time with Hannah. You do realize that?"

"I do," he nodded. "She may or may not," he rolled his eyes. "Look, it's progress, and for her, that's huge. Hannah is here," he smiled brightly. "Sharon agreed to meeting you, to having Hannah meet you."

Angela listened, nodding as she did so. She smacked at Andy again, "Seriously? You slept with her last night? That's where you were? I thought you told me that you were trying to keep things peaceful, that you were trying to just focus on Hannah."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I was. I am," he corrected himself. "I keep trying. I can't resist her. I can't stay away; I care too much," he shook his head. "I just can't walk away, but for your information, nothing happened last night. We talked until we fell asleep. Promise," he told her.

"Oh, I'm so excited," Angela clapped her hands together. "I can' believe Hannah is here. Wait, is Sharon going to be a total nut job with me?"

"Mr. Flynn," Andy heard and snapped his attention to the door. He saw the nurse standing there, a chart in hand. He stood and walked toward her. "I'm sorry to bother you. You almost seemed to be dozing there, but your dad's vitals, everything looks good. He's exhausted. I just wanted you to know all the sleep, it's normal. We'll bring around the lunch trays soon, and if he sleeps through lunch, but is hungry later, just ask at the desk. We'll make sure he gets some food."

"Okay, thanks," Andy nodded. "Sorry, I didn't even notice you in the room. I've been traveling and am just worn out myself."

"Understandable," she smiled. "We will try to get him to physical therapy later today if he wakes up with some strength."

"Thanks," Andy nodded and gave her a slight wave as she stepped out of the room. He ran his hand over his face. He decided to splash some water on his face to wake up himself too. After doing that, he checked his phone. Andy didn't expect to hear from Sharon. She was spending the day with Emily. Breakfast had been easy; Emily worked late, and breakfast for her was around 11:00. Sharon had plans to meet up with Emily after Hannah's morning nap, and she was going to take her girls to lunch. From what Sharon said, they were planning to shop and spend the day together, and she had told him she'd touch base with him later. Neither were sure of the evening plans, whether he would stay with Sharon or Angela. As much as he wanted to wrap his arms around Sharon all night again, he had responsibilities here and wanted to help his sister. He had a feeling he'd be staying with his sister for the night, and he'd planned for that by bringing his suitcase back to the hospital with him. It was sitting in the corner of the room, directly across from him.

Andy moved back across the room and sat down, still looking at his phone. It was Wednesday. He knew Sharon would have plenty to do with Emily over the next few days, but he hoped he could see her again. The plan was to get his dad to rehab tomorrow, if the hospital released him as they planned. That would get him situated, and he would be there awhile before he could be sent back to his retirement center. The place he lived didn't have a full rehab center, something Andy needed to discuss with his sister about their dad's future. Dealing with aging parents was a taxing situation. Andy started to send Sharon a text, but he stopped, worried she would get it and have trouble explaining it with Emily right there. Instead, he glanced back at his dad. He almost jumped when he saw his dad looking back at him.

"You scared me," he said, putting his hand to his heart. "Last thing I need it to have a heart attack myself. How are you feeling?" he asked.

His dad frowned, "Heart attack-at least you're in the right place for one."

"Gee, thanks," Andy rolled his eyes. "Let's focus on that, the idea of me having a heart attack. Seems like you are back to normal."

"How do I feel? I feel like I've been hit by a car. My hip is killing me. What I need is a good, stiff shot of whiskey," he grumbled.

"You know you can't drink that crap right now," Andy frowned at him.

"Yes, well, at least not for the same reasons as you," he nodded to Andy. "I'm not the alcoholic."

"Well aware, Dad," Andy sighed and shook his head as he looked away. "Every time I see you, that comes up in the first few minutes. Are we going to discuss that now? I'm well aware I've been an alcoholic for years. That won't change, but I'm still sober. You can't have alcohol of any kind here in the hospital. Just rest and heal."

"I haven't heard from your kids," his dad said.

"I let them know you fell," Andy said. "Look, Dad, they barely speak to me. I don't know what you want me to do. They are adults. I would have hoped they would have called to check on you, but I can't make them. You know Sandra kept them from me as kids. That affects things now."

"All your doing," he grumbled.

"Okay," Andy smacked his hand on the table and turned to completely face his dad. "Let's just do this now. You awake for awhile? You feeling okay?"

"Awake, yes. I've been sleeping like a baby. Feeling okay? No, I told you I feel terrible. You just want to avoid the topic we should discuss, your drinking," his dad said.

"No, Dad. That's not to discuss. It's been handled, is handled every single day. That's my problem. I've owned up to it, but I don't need you checking on it every moment I'm around you, just as I can't check on my adult children every moment either. I'm going to just say this because it's been an elephant in the room for quite some time now, over a year, I've known this, and I've decided to tell you."

"Did you get fired from the LAPD for your actions?" his dad asked.

"No, would you just stop? Stop assuming I'm the biggest loser on the West Coast," he grumbled. "I do need to tell you about something, something big."

"Something big, that you've known about for a year, about right?" his dad asked, eyeing him. Andy could see the exhaustion in his dad's face. He knew the sharp tone was a combination of his dad's normal reaction and the pain he must be in as well.

"I'm just going to say it," Andy waved his hand. "I have another daughter. Her name is Hannah. I have been figuring out everything and wasn't sure how or when to tell you. This," he gestured to his dad, "is just a reminder life is short. I wanted you to know."

"You have another kid? What kind of low-life are you? Don't tell me you couldn't keep it in your pants when you were married to Sandra. Did you cheat on her? Is that why you two divorced? Daughter," he grumbled. "Why am I not surprised to hear you knocked up someone? How old is this Hannah?"

"This Hannah," Andy said, now mad, but trying to keep his cool, "is nine months old. This isn't some adult kid I just met. I've known about Hannah all along." Andy paused, not sure what more he wanted to admit now. He'd planned out what he was going to say, but now, it wasn't coming out at all like he'd planned. He had plans to explain signing away the paperwork, but now, sitting in front of his dad, a disappointment again to his dad, he just couldn't tell him everything.

"Wait," his dad shook his head, "wait a minute-you have a baby with some woman? Oh, great, so the next question is how old is the woman? She is young enough for you to knock her up, so what, is she 25 or 30? Blonde, big well," he gestured, "everything? Did you pick her up at a bar, or does she work one of them? If that's the case, is this even your kid? You have a way of sleeping with anyone who will give you a nod. Another kid," he sighed. "You did such a good job with the first two."

"Stop would you!" Andy exclaimed and stood. "This is hard enough. You really have no respect for me. Yeah, I'm completely aware I'm an idiot. I've messed up my life in so many ways. I've disappointed you. I'm divorced. You don't agree with that. I'm an alcoholic, and as you have said on many occasions and believe, I wasn't man enough to hold my alcohol," he gave his dad an irritated gaze and shook his head. "My kids, my adult kids," he pointed with his finger, "are a disappointment to you. They don't call or visit. Well, I have news for you; they do the same with me. Hannah is my daughter too. I'm telling you about her now, and I'm so proud of her. I'm absolutely in love with my daughter, and I will do anything I can to protect her until the day I die. I realize you have a laundry list of complaints about how I'm not married to her mother, about well, just about everything. You probably will complain about her clothing, and she's just a baby. Well, she's here, in town with her mother. Now," Andy turned to gauge his dad's reaction, and saw his dad was fine, sitting there, arms crossed, but fine. "Now, let's talk about Sharon because I won't let you talk about her like that. Yeah, that's her name. Sharon Raydor is Hannah's mother, and she is about as opposite to what you described as can be. Sharon is a retired police captain, so no, she's not 25. She's just a little younger than I am. Obviously, Hannah was a complete surprise, but I can't imagine life without her. Sharon and I were not dating," he said and looked to his father.

"Just gets better and better," his dad shook his head. "Let me guess-you're the hero, a sperm donor or something new age like that?"

"Nope," Andy flashed a grin. "Oh, here's where you can be nice and irritated with me," Andy smirked. "Nope, we had Hannah the old-fashioned way, just sleeping together for the fun of it. And no, before you ask, I wasn't sleeping with her as a promotion or something. We did not work in the same division at the LAPD; it was nothing like that. She and I were just in an arrangement, and I'm sure you don't get that either. Hey," he paused and flashed a fake smile, "be glad my sleeping around then was just with one woman, a committed, repeated one-night stand, Dad. So, Sharon got pregnant. Neither thought that could or would happen, but it did. Sharon retired from the LAPD, not because she's incapable of working and raising a kid, but because she's done that. She's been a single mom already and raised two kids, two grown kids who are successful adults. She didn't want to do that again, so she retired. She and Hannah now live in Flagstaff, Arizona where she teaches at the college there, criminal justice. She's smart, and honestly, I couldn't imagine a better mother for Hannah. We're working on arrangements to see Hannah, but I see her as much as I can. Hannah's wonderful, Dad," he gave him a genuine smile. "I know I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, and on the surface, it sounds like Hannah is one of them, but she's the best thing. Her little smile lights up the room. I just adore her. Nicole and Nathan, they had my same dedication, but as they've grown, they've decided they don't want me around. I'm convinced to make a difference with Hannah, to show her I can be a decent dad."

"A decent dad? You just told me she moved away from you with the baby," his dad gestured. "I'm listening to all this nonsense, and I hear that you don't even live in the same state as this love child of yours," he grunted. "She is teaching at a college? Yeah, that makes sense because there are no colleges in California, right? This sounds like another disaster you've created. Just what we all need-another kid, created by you, who will be raised by some woman you at one point, though was some great person."

"Sharon is a great person," Andy snapped back. "I'm not discussing Sandra. That was young and stupid. I've grown a lot, learned a lot. Sharon has her issues, yes. Everyone does, but she's a good mom. Part of the reason I'm telling you this now is that Sharon came to town." He looked to his dad, and his dad raised his eyebrows. "That's right," Andy nodded. "She came to town. Why, you ask?" Andy gestured. "She came to support me. I was supposed to see Hannah this weekend and had to cancel when you fell. I called Sharon to tell her I had to come here. She understood that, partly because her mother just died, and oh," Andy pointed to himself, "I was the decent guy who was there for Sharon then. She flew here, her own choice, to be with me, to support me, to help me, to help my family. Now, she's not only agreed Hannah should meet you, but she wants to meet you too."

Andy looked to his dad, a man he loved, but a man he'd clashed with over the years. They had an interesting dynamic. His dad sat there, his arms still crossed, and he looked back at Andy. Andy glanced to the floor and back to his dad. His dad uncrossed his arms and gestured with his free hand, "What's she look like, Hannah? I would hope you at least have a picture of this kid you brought into the world."

Andy smiled softly, the reaction from his dad not exactly what he expected, but at the same time, a typical one. The conversation was not over, not at all. Andy would be told he'd made a mistake again, bringing a child into the world, but for the moment, he'd won over his dad. His dad loved kids, always had. He had high expectations for his kids and grandkids and was direct when those expectations were not met. Andy dug out his phone and opened it to the newest picture of Hannah, one he'd taken that morning with Angela. He'd asked Sharon to take a picture of them, Hannah with Andy and her aunt. It was the first one he showed him, Hannah, in her sweet outfit, her teeth visible, and her hair sticking up already.

"Of course, I have pictures," Andy told him. "Hannah Marie Raydor," he told his dad as he handed his phone to him. His dad's eyes flew open at the mention of her name.

"Marie? You gave her the same middle name as Nicole?" he asked.

"Not my doing," Andy shook his head.

"Second problem I have," his dad started and continued, "your kid doesn't have your last name? What is it with all of you these days? Kid should have her father's last name, but of course, kid should have been conceived in marriage too. What do I know?"

"That's right," Andy nodded. "What do you know? Right now, be glad you know about her and her name. There's no discussion about her name. It is what it is. I'm glad to be in her life at all. You have no idea."

His dad studied the picture and looked up again, "Angela knows?"

"She met Hannah this morning," Andy said, not addressing more. "I'd like you to meet her, to meet Sharon, when you get to rehab."

"She looks like Angela," his dad said, handing the phone back to Andy.

Andy chuckled slightly as he sat back down, their confrontation over for the moment, "Yeah, that's exactly what Sharon said this morning."

After Andy showed his dad how to view more pictures of Hannah on his phone, he sat back in his chair, exhausted himself from the conversation the two had just had. He knew telling his dad would be rough, and yet, they'd gotten through it. His dad wouldn't admit it right now, but Andy knew he was loving all the pictures of Hannah.

"She the mother?" Andy asked and looked over to a picture on his phone. It was one of his favorites of Sharon, and he didn't have a lot of pictures of her now, yet. He wanted more, but she was always telling him to focus on Hannah. This picture, he'd caught Sharon sitting on the beach blanket they had brought along to the beach. She was sitting there, with Hannah in her arms, her arms up as if she had Hannah up in the air. The picture was great of the two of them, both Hannah and Sharon laughing. Andy nodded at his dad.

"Yes, that's Sharon," he said. "I took that last month." Andy smiled at the picture, and he looked up at his dad when his dad pulled the phone back to his view.

"You're sleeping with the mother still, aren't you? I can see it on your face. What is the status there? You two just using each other, pretending your little play time can still happen even though you messed up and made some kid?" his dad said, irritated at him.

"First," Andy pointed to his dad, "never ever say Hannah is a mistake. She was a surprise, yes, but someone that wonderful is no mistake. What does it matter to you about my life? You think it's a mess anyway. Unless I'm married to Sandra as the perfect husband, nothing is what you want from me."

"You're sleeping with her," he shook his head. "Slept your way through California, and even this one had to move to get some distance. What's her deal? You said a single mom, so does she just hook men with children, no intention to marry them?"

"Stop about Sharon!" Andy exclaimed and stood again, pacing around the room. "You just can't see I'm trying. I have a good job. I'm a respected police detective, a lieutenant. Sharon is a captain, now a retired one. She was married, longer than I was. Her husband up and walked out on her. That's right," he nodded. "Sandra threw me out. Remember that. I never walked out. Sure, I know, I drank, but Sharon, she had it even worse. Her ex was a drunk, a mean drunk, and he walked out repeatedly and left her with two small children. LEFT. He hasn't come back, or sure," he nodded and continued, "he did for more money, but that's been it. Sharon is so strong. She's been trashed in her personal life, it's a wonder she can be a level-headed parent and member of society. She's got her own issues, but she's amazing. She's the great one, and she's giving me a chance now. That makes her wonderful, and I will not have you trash her because you know nothing about her. She came here. She did. I didn't beg her or drag her here. She came here for me, for Hannah. I know you are my dad, but you are not going to be rude to her. I care too much about her. As for our personal lives, stay out. I get it that you wanted me to have a marriage and life like yours. It didn't happen. That's not the only way to be happy. Sure, I've been unhappy a long time, but I'm happy again, more than I can remember being in a very long time. Just, please, stay out."

His dad frowned, but then he spoke again, "You care about this woman," he nodded to Andy. "You are defensive; you care. You'd better not be messing around on this woman," he frowned again. "You're playing with fire, really, as you play around with this woman. You want your kid around, you'd better not play with fire. You'd better watch yourself, or you're going to end up with three kids, from two different women, none of whom-the women or the kids-can stand you. That," he pointed to Andy, "would be all your own fault."

"Dad," Andy put his arms on his hips and looked to his dad, "I'm doing everything in my power to fix my life before it is completely in the toilet. All I want you to do is meet your granddaughter and the woman who is a package deal with your granddaughter. Leave the relationship mess to me."