Chris sat infront of the boudoir, combing his hair nervous of the coming weeks; and he worried that Albert was possibly growing bored of him.

"Dad," started Henry "are you really that worried?"

Chris looked up into the mirror and nodded, he didn't really speak much now a days.

"Herny, do you think that Albert truly loves me?" asked the older male to the younger one.

Henry looked at his dad confused, but thought before replying,

"Of course he does, if he didn't he wouldn't have helped us, he wouldn't have gotten us psychiatric help, and he wouldn't be marrying you."

Chris smiled and walked over to his son; and kissed his cheek.

Henry, smiled and wrapped his arms around Chris' neck; and they stayed like that for a moment before seperating.

*Albert*

Albert sat in his room, and pondered as he fiddled with the locket that Redfield gave him; but it doesn't stop him from worrying.

He feared that Chris would start having nightmares again, and that Henry would revert back having late night panic attacks; but he would keep with old traditions, or a least until he was called back home by his love.

"You're paranoid man, Albert." Hemuttered to himself as he looked at the picture in the locket, their first date.

He chuckled lightly and closed it, he smirked at a thought about how Redfield would look walking down the aisle and how he'd look when he learned the Albert picked his favorite song as the song for their first dance.

But for now, he needed to rest since he still had work in the morning and he wanted to look for the perfect honeymoon spot for them and the kids.

~next morning~

Chris was sitting in the waiting room of the psychiatric center as Henry talked with his psychiatrist, he himself knew it would possibly not really help, but also it might.

Once again he twiddled his thumbs and took deep breaths, it was okay now, Anthony was gone and this it was for good, but Henry was another issue.

He was now suffering night terrors, and he even has become slightly paranoid, Redfield knew this meant they might have to either bump up the number of pills he takes or dosage of it.

Jake took hold of Redfield's hand and gave a reassuring squeeze, and softly whispered,

"He's gonna be okay, they're gonna find a why to help him."

Chris smiled at that...that small reminder that there was still hope they could help him, but he still knew that Henry might be forever destoried by those memories, by the fact that he hurt by the man that was his blood father.

Hey guys I've returned , sorry I haven't updated this story, but I've been packing in order to move (even though we haven't found a place yet.) but I have hope that we will, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I hope to have the next one up soon.