Disclaimer: You know the drill only the Nutjob, Mr. Trenchcoat, and…uh Mark doesn't have a weird nickname yet I need to get him one. If you have any suggestions for his feel free to tell me. But now I'm going off topic, as I was saying they're all I own

A lot of important events in Lily's life happened at the beach. From little things like learning how to swim or do a cartwheel. It was where her and Oliver had their first fight. It was in second grade, and it was because Lily was mad about the fact that he was so threatened by the fact she was the better arm-wrestler. She and Miley met on the beach the summer before seventh grade. And now another event was taking place, here she was sitting in the sand next to her eleven year old daughter. The two sat in silence for a good five minutes until Lily finally said, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Olivia asked, "Why did you lie to me for eleven years?"

Lily looked down into the sand, not wanting to look at Olivia's saddened eyes. "I…I…just couldn't," she stuttered out.

"Isn't honesty the most important part of a relationship," Olivia questioned, of course she played the honesty card. There's not way to talk your way out when someone played it.

Lily thought for a second on to respond, she couldn't use another lie, and saying 'I didn't want to hurt you wouldn't work either'. All in all it was a lose-lose situation. "Ok, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have lied and I should have told you. But now you know and there's no way of changing that. So I'm gonna say it again whether you forgive me or not. I can honestly say I'm sorry,"

Her mother was right, there was no way of changing whether or not she knew this. There was no going back to the past. She had two options hold a grudge and forever dislike her parents, or forgive them. She chose the latter since being a runway wasn't that much fun. "I forgive," Olivia replied with a small smile "but I'm still a little mad at you though."

"Well now that that's settled it's my turn to be mad at you,"

"What'd I do?" Olivia quickly asked, how could this come back to bite her.

"You ran away," Her mother reminded her. Oh right, that Olivia thought.

"Hehe, sorry about that." Olivia replied sheepishly

"You better be, I was worried sick, what if something happened to you?"

"Well nothing did, I said I was sorry," Olivia said, "I forgave you so you should forgive me,"

"I forgive but we're so not through with this," Lily said "Oh there's someone else you need to apologize to,"

"Who?"

"Him," Lily answered jerking her head toward Oliver.

"Do I have too?" Olivia groaned . Lily simply nodded. "Fine," Olivia reluctantly got up and walked over to the shaggy haired thirty year old. "I'm sorry," she grumbled.

"What was that?" Oliver asked

"I said I was sorry," she apologized unconvincingly.

"You don't sound it,"

"Well I'm not," Olivia snapped

"Why are you so mad at me," Oliver questioned frustrated at the girls stubbornness.

"I don't know you're harder to forgive," Olivia said simply

"You forgived your mom?"

"Yep," Olivia shrugged

"So you can forgive her but not me?"

"I've known her for eleven years can't say the same about you,"

There she goes again, Oliver thought, why couldn't she get it through her head that he too had just recently found out about their blood relation. "I've told you I just found out,"

"Yeah but it's not that hard to tell I mean haven't you ever questioned the fact I look exactly like you?" she snapped.

"If it's so obvious why haven't you figured it out till now?" he spat back.

He does have a point there Olivia's conscience told. Olivia wanted to forgive him but she couldn't and she didn't understand why. "Do you hate my mom?" she blurted out

"What? Why would think that?" He asked confused about the little girl's sudden outburst.

"Answer the question, do you or don't you hate my mother?"

"No, no I don't what would give you that idea?"

"Well she thinks you do you, since yesterday at the coffee shop I over heard her say something to Aunt Miley about you hating her,"

"Well I don't,"

"Tell her," She told him, "Go over there and tell her . You tell her, I forgive you. Deal?"

"Deal," He agreed.

He walked over and sat next to the blonde. Many conversations in their teen years had taken place at the beach. It was all too familiar the warm white sand, the cool breeze that flowed the air. The crashing of waves with it's rhythmic pattern reminded him of music, ad then pair it with the occasional squawk of a seagull or two. But this conversation, would defiantly be different, since in all of the twenty six years of knowing Lily would he ever think he'd have to convince her doesn't hate her. Or that they'd have a daughter, something his mind still hadn't completely wrapped around. He sighed trying to think of something to say. Oliver had never been good with build up or subtlety so he simply said " I don't hate you,"

Lily turn her head toward him, she paused then answered by saying -

Author's note: not my best but I think for a dramatic chapter I did pretty good. Yes I'm evil I left you with another cliff hanger. But I promise my next update will be much sooner than this one was. R&R please. :