Okay, so I wasn't planning on finishing this so quickly. Oh well.

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Wade watched his girlfriend leave the room. George sent Lemon to go and be polite and civilized with Zoe. He held back a laugh because that sentence was definitely an oxymoron. The words Lemon, Zoe, and civilized was his grandmother and his father getting along. It would never happen. His mama all but became disowned when she married Earl Kinsella.

"Mama?" Anna Louise Kinsella turned. Formerly, she had been known as Annaliese Friedrich Starr, heiress to the magazine the US Star. It had a little of everything in it. All the latest celebrity gossip, sports, business. "Why does Nana hate Dad so much?"

Anna Louise shook her head at her young son. "She doesn't hate him, my darling, she just… doesn't understand him. They don't know him like I know him. Your daddy, he's a good man. He loves you boys more than anything in the world. Remember that now." He nodded.

"It says here that your uncle wants you to take custody of your cousin, Johann Friedrich Starr," George said, pulling Wade's mind back to the present. "Why would he want that?"

"Because he's wife is a witch." George looked stunned at Wade's answer. "She is. She's forcing the poor kid to go to some prestigious boarding school because she doesn't deal well with kids. When Uncle Res was healthy, Jack went to school in America. When he got sick, Jack was shipped off to England to boarding school because Jeana doesn't deal with children."

George flinched at Wade's tone. "So your uncle knew you'd take care of his son?"

"That's why he's been sending me the money for years. He wanted e to stock it away so the when he died, I could take care of Jack and he could come live with me."

"It's going to be hard. Even though he wrote that he wants you to take care of his son, they'll be reluctant to send him away from his mother." Wade raised an eyebrow and snorted loudly.

"I doubt that. She doesn't even know when his birthday is. Last year for his birthday, she went on a shopping spree in Los Angeles. She hasn't talked to him in a while, and he's staying in the free apartment that Roxana's dad made for just in case they had another friend or something. She didn't even acknowledge him at Uncle Res' funeral. When she saw him afterwards, she wrinkled her nose and said, 'I didn't send for you'. She didn't even know he had come to his father's funeral. Jeana is not a good person. Nana won't take care of him any more that she'd take care of me. I'm the only person left to take care of him."

"Wade is my son, mother! Austin and Hunter are my babies. Earl is my husband, mother, and I'm not leaving them!" Anna Louise yelled at Nana, unaware that Wade stood on the other side of the wall. He glanced down at the tape recorder in his hand, catching everything. It had been a gift from Uncle Res.

"I won't accept those stinking Southerns in my house. Since you like it so much down there, don't even both coming back here next year."

"Mom, that's ridiculous," Uncle Res's voice came from the living room, "This is your daughter. Her sons are your grandsons."

"Good, since you love them so much," she spat out, "I don't want to see your kid either. Get out of my sight, both of you. You are both disgraces to this family. What would your father say?"

"That you're being a selfish-"

"Wade, have you heard a word I said?" Wade blinked, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I heard. We have a pretty solid case against them. My nana disowned us, Jack, my brothers, and I, along with my mama and uncle." Wade stood up, disappearing into the bedroom, returning with a relatively small tape recorder. He pressed play.

"Res," a condescending voice came, "I didn't marry into this family to start defending them. You're the one that wanted that kid."

"He's your son, too, Jeana!" His uncle Res' voice came.

"No he's not. You want Jimmy-"

"His name is Johann. Not Jimmy!"

"Potato, patato. Like I was saying, you can keep him." Wade pressed stop on the tape and looked up at George.

"Evidence enough?"

Lemon had heard once or twice about the Rockefeller Center ice skating rink. She didn't know why she had followed Zoe Hart in a atrocious, awful yellow car, driven by some greasy guy who made crude jokes and flirted with them every time the car went over a bump in the road. She didn't know why Zoe Hart carried her ice skates from Bluebell to New York, or even brought them there in the first place. When they stopped, Zoe paid the man, as Lemon tried to figure out where she could bath to clean herself of the filth from the cab. She hated people knocking into her as they walked.

"Why are we coming here with all these people?" Lemon cringed as another person rushing banged into her arm.

"You were spying on me to watch me skate in Bluebell. So clearly, you must like ice skating, even if you're just watching it." Lemon frowned.

"I've only been once." Zoe gave a smile to the obviously uncomfortable Southern Belle who was shying away from the crowd's touch, like an awkward fish on dry land.

"Well, I'm going to teach you some basics." She did want to know how to skate, to know if it was as easy as Zonne Reinhardt, and Zoe, and the other skaters all made it seem. "Stay right here, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Lemon stood perfectly still, trying to avoid getting hit as Zoe paid for them to go on the rink. She watched the tiny doctor explain to the lady that, yes, she did have skates already, but Lemon needed some still. She handed Lemon a roll of socks, which the blonde looked at curiously. "But I already have a pair on."

"Trust me, they're going to be wet and dirty by the time we finish. Put those socks in your shoes and we'll put it in one of those lockets." Lemon obeyed, sitting down and changing her shoes into the skates Zoe had brought her. When all of their stuff was in one of the lockers, Zoe led her onto the ice for the first time since that one time in elementary school. "Ok, so the basics. Do you know how to balance?"

Lemon's eyebrows furrowed. "Like on one leg?" The brunette laughed.

"No, on both feet, while skating, without holding the side." The blonde attempted it, moving a few feet before her legs seemed to go forward without the rest of her body going and she let out a shriek as her bottom hit the ice.

"First time?" A man asked as he helped her up. Lemon nodded. "Eh, Zoe's a great teacher," he said, winking at the brunette, who skated over to join them. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

"I'm living in Bluebell, Alabama," she told the man, "I don't think you'll see me in the hospital." They both laughed. "Lemon, this is Paul. We went to med school and completed our residency together. Paul, this is Lemon Breeland. Her father's the other doctor I work with at the GP in Bluebell." Paul shook his head.

"So the Old Man doesn't like you much?" The Chief of Surgery was Paul's father. Zoe shrugged.

"He said I had the best hands he'd seen in thirty years." Paul's eyes widened.

"Then why did he send you to be a GP?"

"He said my bedside manner stunk." Paul chuckled, holding out a hand to Lemon.

"I can teach you how to balance better than Zoe can. She probably doesn't remember that sort of thing anymore," the other surgeon teased. Zoe rolled her eyes. Lemon went to take his hand, before she pulled back.

"Are you going to kill me or something?" Paul laughed.

"I'm a doctor. I took an oath to help save lives, not take them."

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

Paul looked appalled that she'd even suggest such a thing. "I'm happily married. My wife is currently gossiping with the women over there. Want to meet her? She's always wanted to move back to Alabama. She's from Huntsville originally."

Lemon smiled sweetly, "My cousin, Betty, she's from Huntsville." With that, Lemon placed her hand on Paul's arm, using a death grip as he helped her stay upright.

Alone on the ice, Zoe found herself taken back to years ago.

"Zonne, it's time to go!" A young Zonne Reinhardt, only about eleven, looked up to see her namesake's face.

"Bubbe! Look what I can do!" She skated, jumping into the air to twirl. Her grandmother clapped.

"Very good, but it's getting late, Gindele." Zonne looked up at her namesake with her large doe eyes, the reason for her grandmother's nickname for her, silently begging to stay longer. "I'm sorry, but you're mother said no later than eight pm."

"Like she really cares," Zonne muttered, "Besides Bubbe, I don't have school tomorrow. It's Saturday. Please," she whined, holding out the 'eas' in please, "I really need to prefect my triple axel double toe loop if I'm going to go anywhere with my skating. Miss Dana said I'm close, but not perfect, and the judges would totally count off on that." Her grandmother shook her head, sighing, and sitting down.

"I suppose one more hour. It will be our little secret." Zonne beamed at Zonne de Jong.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Bubbe!" she cried, skating back out to perfect the move.

Zoe found herself moving with ease. The few short practice sessions in Bluebell on the ice there before it melted had paid off, she thought, as she effortlessly glided over the ice. Her routine was a simple one, like the one she'd shown her grandmother.

"You know when I was a girl, I didn't get such freedom." Zonne's eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not? That's not fair."

"When I was a girl, Nazi Germany was taking over Europe. We had to wear the Star of David on all our clothes. Then my family and I were sent to concentration camps-"

"Where you met Zeyde?" Zonne asked excitedly. She didn't know much about her real grandfather, other that he was her grandmother's true love. She wondered if her mother even knew her father wasn't her real father. Her grandmother smiled wistfully.

"Yes, where I met him. Heinz Krauser. He was an officer who had spotted me while I was running to work. He took me one night after dinner, then the next day, I was working for him. I knew some German, so I was able to work for him, doing whatever task he asked."

"Did you love him, Bubbe?" A dreamy look came across her grandmother's face.

"Very much." She pinched Zonne's cheek, "And if it weren't for him, I won't have my darling little gindele here now."

"Zoe?" Zoe shook her head, smiling brightly at the other brunette who came up to her.

"Hey Vi," she said, hugging Viviana, "I need a big favor from you. I need you to track someone down."

"Of course sweetie," Roxana's cousin answered. Before her world tourist career started, she was a detective. If anyone could find something… or someone, it was Viviana.

"Monday," George said, getting off the phone, "We have 'til Monday to pull together all the evidence we can that your aunt abandons your cousin. I still have some friends up here who can get us some documents, like her shopping records, phone records, all that sort of thing." Wade gave a grimace.

"Great."

"I brought food!" Zoe called walking in, carrying a large bag. Lemon walked behind her, looking shell-shocked.

"There's too many people," she said, arms wrapped around herself, "I think I'm just going to sit down."

George gave Lemon a kiss on the head. "You'll get used to it." He looked at the box of food in Zoe's hand. "Tell me this is the sweet corn risotto from Per Se."

"It is." George hugged her, taking the box out of her hand.

"We haven't gotten a chance to go. Lemon doesn't like French food," he said, teasing his fiancée. Wade chuckled.

"Aw now Lemon, how come you don't like French food? Don't you like frog legs?" Lemon rolled her eyes at the two men's childishness.

"Hey, don't be mean," Zoe said, giving him a meaningful look, "George, I do hope you know that's to-go," she started as George went to open the box, "as in thanks for stopping by, we'll see you tomorrow, I'll like some alone time with my boyfriend and I'm sure Lemon would like some alone time with you." George laughed.

"Duly noted."

Zoe and Wade finished eating the food Zoe had picked up and were now laying in bed, just laying there. "George says we have a really good case. There's a good chance I'll be getting my cousin."

"That's great, Wade." Wade snorted quietly.

"I don't want it to become weird between us. We've only been together for about two months now. I don't want to lose you."

"You're not. I'm not going anywhere. He's your cousin, your family. He's only a kid. Someone has to take care of him. If that person is you, then so be it. I'm not going anywhere." Wade grinned lopsidedly, leaning on his elbow and looking down at her.

"Good, good. I love you, Zoe Hart." Zoe blushed and looked down, "I know that's rather quick, but it's true. I've loved you since that moment when the heat wave broke."

"Even though I rejected you then?" she asked softly.

"Even though you rejected me, because right now, we're both here together." Zoe laughed quietly. "What?"

"You act all tough and like you don't care, but then you say things like that and you sound like one of the biggest romantics in all the world." She pecked his lips. "I'd tell you 'I love you too', but I'm still learning what love is." He chuckled.

"Aren't we all?" Wade captured Zoe's lips in a sweet passionate kiss. "Good night, Zoe."

"Night Wade."

Okay, so Wade said the "L" word. Oooo. :D I needed this after the lack of reciprocation from Zoe to Wade's feelings. You could tell he just brought that girl to make him jealous. Poor guy has it bad. And AnnaBeth ditching and denying Zoe after her helping her in the first place. Poor Zoe. If you'd open your eyes, the best person in the would for you is right behind the bar at the Rammer Jammer. He gave you the free wine. Go to him! And Lavon's right, Wade needed to man up and admit that he like Zoe, that he loves Zoe.

So speaking of love, when I had Wade realize it in here, (when she's standing in the rain during In Heat and Havoc), that's when I knew that Wade really did like her. When he was offering her to come inside, to me, it meant more like 'just come in, because I like you, but I'm not going to come out and say that yet'.

The scene with George and Wade, minus the flashbacks, I had written at the beginning of this and I knew I was going to put it in somewhere, just didn't know where and didn't have a name for the uncle. I had a name for Wade's mother and for Wade's cousin, but not his uncle. BTW, his name is Andreas. Res is a nickname for that. The English variation is Andrew. Annaliese came from a piece I wrote just before I wrote this, which I haven't posted, between Zoe and Earl, during when Zoe learns about Wade's mother. Originally it was going to be a different story, like the scene with George and Wade, but it's pretty clear to me that it fits right in there.

Zoe's grandma and her forbidden lover, inspired, of course, by Zoe's mom and Harvey. It was also inspired by the movie 'Letters to Juliet'. Amazing movie. I'm a sucker for forbidden love. Dutch naming tradition is the first daughter is named after the mother's mother. Zonne de Jong was Zoe's maternal grandmother. She would have been a teen during WWII, and therefore, could have had a child with Heinz, but I'm still working that one out so that Zoe's mother isn't like ridiculously old, unlike Zoe's bio dad that looked older than dirt. (No offense, Harvey!)

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