I own nothing. BTW this hits the 25,000 word mark! Poll is still open for gender.

The church was almost empty. A large and expensive black coffin sat opened at the front of the room. Sam's mom cried as she wore a black gown. They all wore black. This was strange for Marie and Kyle. They had never met him. He had a full head of hair, probably a tope. Sam didn't cry. She couldn't. There was no way this was real. It had to be a dream, a weird dream caused by pregnancy hormones. She tried to make it go away. Nothing changed. The body in the coffin was her father. He die from a heart attack. He was sending the night late at work and the stress was too much. None of his friends had shown up. All of them had golf games or work meetings that couldn't be missed. It was so quiet. That was the way her father had been quiet unless he disapproved of something. He was human. After all of the hate and hurtful words, he was human. Human die. The funeral was short and sweet. The sky was cloudy and gray. The grass seemed dead under there feet as they watched the casket be moved into the ground. No one cried. At home, it was silent. Finally, Sam cried. Whether it was hormones or the situation finally hitting her, no one knew. She cried right on the entry way floor. Her father was dead. She had one way to see him, but that was only if he had unfinished business. What could be unfinished? He had died as a billionaire just as he had wanted. Tomorrow, they would read his will. Most of it would go to his wife. Sam didn't think she would get anything. She didn't want anything. But they needed her to hear it. It was a sleepless night. Stress wasn't good for the baby so she played some relaxing music. She didn't know if the baby could hear it, but she hoped it could. At least one of them could sleep.

The room was small. A large short man sat behind a desk. Danny offered to go with her, but she refused. She had to face this alone.

"I see that your husband did not join you." He elongated his vowels. His voice was just a bit high pitched. Sam tried not to hate the annoying voice.

"No. I came only." Sam answered.

"I see. Well, I know this may be a hard time for you, but this must be done. Your Father's belonging were divided between you and your mother. He listed no restrictions on sharing it with your family. He was worth $12,465,879,908 with three $1,000,000 life insurance policies. Your father was very well prepared. He was also old money. Know after taxes and paying off his debt. He left you, Mrs. Manson, Three billion dollars."

"What! That is only a forth of his worth. What happened to the rest!" Mrs. Manson yelled.

"Settle down. He left the rest to your daughter. Which after taxes and your cut is $8,987,365,389."

"This is absurd! He hadn't even seen her in 14 years!"

"He left a note with it. The note says: Darling Daughter. I should have been there for you and you children. I kept separate accounts from your mother. It will not make up for my neglect, but I hope it can at least be a start to earning your forgiveness. Your loving Father."

"But- But- She can't have it! I won't allow it! I was his wife!" Mrs. Manson continued to yell. Sam stopped listening. He had left a majority to her. Danny could have his kitchen professionally done. Some could go to Jack and Maddie for their retirement. All of her children could go to college no problem. It didn't matter. He was gone. Danny could deal with the money. She just wanted to cry. She signed the paper work and opened a new account for the money. She went home.

"So what did he leave you?" Marie asked. Not looking for money, but it see if her grand father had actually left something for her mother.

"Family meeting. Now. We have things to discuss." Sam said.

The family sat in the living room.

"He left me over eight billion dollars. It is an account at the bank. Danny, you can handle it until I feel less sad. Yes, you can use some of it for the kitchen. Save some for the kids college." Sam said. She thought she was getting to what her family wanted to hear.

"The money doesn't matter. We won't touch a cent of it until you are back to normal. The kitchen can wait." Danny said

That was Danny for you. He was clueless, but he had a heart of gold.

Sam spent the next day in bed. She was rich again. It didn't matter. He was gone. She needed to check the ghost zone. Just to see. There was some hope of talking to him again. He wasn't there. No one reported a new door. Nothing had changed. Was he really gone? The silence was her only answer. She needed to stop crying. She was Sam. She didn't cry. Slowly she started to be herself again. A month past without the account being touched. The kitchen stayed unfinished. Until one day, Danny came home to find the men working in the kitchen. Sam was ask to her old self. She was doing something for someone else. His logo was on the new fridge. He laughed. He went upstairs. Marie's room was being worked on too. But only the door. A doggie door was being put in. They were getting a dog? He heard a bark. They already had a dog. Two to be exact. One with white fluffy fur and one that was black as night. They were puppies. Kyle's room already had a doggie door on it. He then saw something amazing. The old storage room was empty except for workers changing into a nursery. Sam had been busy while he was at work.

"Feeling better." He asked his beautiful wife.

"Feeling productive. Think the kids will like the dogs"

"They will love them." Danny replied.

"Mom, Dad. Why is there pee in the hallway?" Kyle asked. He had stepped in it when he entered the house.

Marie walked in. She was holding both puppies. "Whose dogs are these?"

"Yours." Sam answered

"Why does she get two puppies if I don't get one." Kyle complained.

"Yours as in one for Marie, one for you. Now go clean up where your dog peed."