Heyo brochachos~

I know it's been awhile, kind of. I'm getting a hell lot lazy to write. :s Plus, I'm kindda on vacation with my mum and her friends. C: I got to ride a motorcycle for the first time in my life today! Believe it or not, of course I wasn't the one steering it. It was scary yet fun.

PLEASE READ: I'm pretty glad that you guys liked this series but I don't think it would be long. Around six chapters, I guess. I can't elaborate too much, it's too hard. I'm just adding some extra details. You might not get the story now, it's still all a mystery and no, this is not a spirit haunting thing. It's something else. Just a head's up. Also do note that it has been years since Kevin knew Gwen was dead and he just wasted his years away.

And these chapters are rather long compared to my original ones. It's not even 10 pages (it's 8 pages minus the A/N) and it's already around 3k words. Pretty serious writing too... Hnnn, my serious writing style. There's not much humour in it cause it's suppose to be sad and depressing. Do enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

"By the time you are reading this Kevin,

I might not be here anymore. I... don't know how to tell you this. I'm terrified that I wouldn't see you again and I'm scared that I can't tell you a few things.

It... wasn't Devlin's fault. It never was. Please, don't put it on him. He's our child; my child. Your child. I didn't die cause of him. I have my reasons and, maybe I don't. But it wasn't his fault.

And, I love you. With all my heart, don't forget me Kevin.

I love you.

- Gwendolyn T."

The raven-headed adult traced his fingers onto her handwriting, it looked hesitant and struggled; she must have had a hard time writing this. He clutched the paper a little tighter. He had read that letter over and over again. Not Devlin's fault? Whose fault would it have been if it wasn't Devlin's? Kevin thought that it wasn't his own fault, that wasn't true. Everything was fine till Devlin came along and ruined everything. He was mad yet flummoxed with the situation... She didn't want him to harm Devlin, but how could he not? He was furious with the child, he killed her. He killed his Gwen, his only happiness.

The rest of the box besides that letter was mostly of herself and Devlin: in a park, on the swings, in what it seemed to be like a BBQ party, etcetera. All it matters that she looked happy, happy in everything. Kevin's heart ache a little at how happy she was, didn't she miss him? Little did he know what behind that smiling front, Gwen was as broken as he was.

But his favourite out of all the pictures that were placed in the box was the one her mother had taken on their first dance when she made him take her out to but ending up not going to the dance but just dancing together. It was much to some people, but to him... It was one of the best memories he ever had. He wished she was still alive, still with him right now and also with their son. Kevin knew he wouldn't have held a grudge against his son if that happened.

But right now, everything that has passed for years were forgotten like alcohol evaporating into thin air. Kevin pulled away from their embrace, his calloused finger brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. He still couldn't believe she was here. He muttered her name again and again, he didn't really know what to do. How could he? The depression and tension was still on him like heavy weights, despite that she was here with him now, he just couldn't let everything go.

He dragged her in, closing the door with his foot then pressed her up against the door. She had been strangely quiet, Kevin wondered why. Maybe she was just drowsy with what has going on, she said she was just too weak to show herself right? Then, who was the one to really died? A fake? Kevin didn't want to think about that at the moment, he was still in bliss.

"Gwen," he muttered moving closer to her face, "Gwen..."

"Yes, Kevin?" her voice soft and quiet as if she was still sick and he was going to break her again. Kevin then moved away a little due to her weak response, he examined her a little. Was she alright? He asked to make sure.

"I'm fine..." muttered the red-headed female, "I'm just tired," she smiled, "Where's Devlin? I've always wanted him to meet you." Kevin grunted when she mention their son's name. He still held a grudge again him, "He's with Ben, you don't have to worry him right now. I've met him," he pulled himself closer to her, "He hates me, Gwen. He hates me."

Gwen shook her head slightly, "He wouldn't hate you. I've been telling him so much about you. I want him to be with us, Kevin."

Kevin grunted again, "Not now Gwen," he let his hand run down to her body and clasped them firmly on her thighs to lift her up off the ground then supported her on his lap. This was easy for him, she was light though she still looked weak and dead, but that didn't mean that he didn't think she was pretty. "I want to be alone with you for awhile."

"Okay..." Gwen breathed as she started kissing her lips, his hands on her hips now to position his red-headed. He kissed her with passion, he had wanted to do this for a very long time. He then tugged on her lower lip, wanting entrance to her mouth. She parted her mouth slightly and he immediately slid his tongue in. The kiss was turning hungry, he hands were now exploring her body; he wasn't even aware that it was sliding under her clothes. He wanted this for a long time, to feel her and kiss and claim that she was all his. He parted away to catch a breath, she was also panting herself. He then brushed her auburn hair away from her face, she looked at him blankly and dully. Was she okay?

Kevin felt a little taken aback, wasn't she excited to see him? He lunges toward her neck, kissing on her pale smooth skin hungrily. She moaned a little at the back of her throat and Kevin felt very turned on. Her arms now snaked around his neck, her eyes staring at his back. "Kevin?" she whispered softly, resting her head on his broad shoulder.

"Mmm?" he answered, still working his way down her neck.

"I love you." Her voice was soft and hoarse. Kevin immediately pulled away to look at her, worry all over his face. He stared at her, both their eyes locked. Dull emerald to obsidian; obsidian to dull emerald. He held that stare for a while then finally spoke, "Gwen, you don't look too good, are- are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she responded immediately and she smiled. The first time he saw her smile since she appeared, "I'm fine, Kevin. I'm very happy in fact."

Kevin eyed her quietly, he wasn't sure whether she was really alright or she was just faking it. Her well-being really concerned him. He picked her up nonchalantly and headed to upstairs to their room, yes, their room. Kevin still claimed it to be theirs and theirs alone. She let him carry her all the way up without a single word; she wasn't even looking at him. All she did was just look in her direction blankly. Kevin was oblivious to that fact though.

He placed her down on the bed laxly, still afraid at the fact that he might hurt her. "You sure you okay, Gwen?" he whispered, taking a seat next to her. She nodded and laid down. Kevin wanted her real bad right now, but her conditions. She didn't look healthy; he just noticed that she was hell of lighter than he remembered, skinnier too. He reached for her hand slowly and rubbed his softly. Her small hand fit perfectly into his larger hands, he had always thought they were just meant to be.

"Can you get Devlin?" Gwen then whispered, "I really want him with us."

"Tomorrow." Assured the dark-headed male, "Tomorrow, it's too late now." He expected a protest, a groan, anything sign that showed him that she was annoyed and displeased but he hadn't got anything. He was really starting to worry now. Was this how she was like when she was 'sick'?

Kevin didn't manage to sleep well last night, Gwen kept coughing and coughing. She even got up and went to bathroom, he saw her vomit her own blood. It was terrifying, her nose then bleed. He helped her with that and cleaned her up, she fell asleep easily and Kevin just hoped this would just go away. He hoped that Gwen was healthy again and everything would be okay. He snapped his eyes shut and hoped one last time before fading into light sleep.

Apparently, the smell of pancakes woke him up. Kevin was shocked when the figure he expected to see wasn't next to him. He went downstairs, immediately to the kitchen. There stood a red-head, back faced towards him, flipping pancakes. "Good morning Kevin," the figure said as if it knew he was coming. She turned and smiled at the male, white teeth shining, rosy cheeks showing, familiar green eyes sparkling. (Gosh, that rhymed) "Have you slept well?"

Kevin was about to say no, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Did God answer his prayers? Did karma stop biting? He didn't care what happened but miracle did. She was back, she was shining again. "Yeah, I did." He replied, walking towards her. He didn't even notice that stupid grin on his face. "That's good to know," she turned back towards the pancakes, now settling the cooked ones on a plate, "You didn't seem like you were."

"Nawh," Kevin assured her as he waved that conversation away; he wanted to ask why she was so preppy again but he decided not to, he didn't want to bring that up ever again. When Gwen felt an arm on her waist, she immediately set the plate down and soon she was in his embrace. He leaned down, so their foreheads were touching each other. "Gwen..." he whispered, right in front of her face. "I can't hold back. I've waited so long... I..."

Gwen silenced him by pressing her lips slightly on his. "Shhh," whispered the female when they parted, "Just, take me upstairs, Levin. I'm all yours." He chuckled and pecked her cheek. He lifted her up effortlessly again and headed upstairs.

After some time of pure bliss, the couple took a bath together with Gwen giggling the whole time. They hadn't have a bath together so this was interesting, plus, the bathtub couldn't fit them both. She hummed a melody when her husband started foaming her hair.

"What are you humming?" asked Kevin solemnly as he scrubbed on her hair. Gwen arched her neck a little to look at him, "I don't know." She replied, smiling. "I like it though. It's always in my head, I can't get it out."

"Oh, the melody sounded familiar." Explained Kevin.

"It does, I just can't remember where I heard it from."

After they got dress, Gwen walked up to Kevin and hugged him from the back. "Kevin," she whispered quietly, "Will you get Devlin now?"

"What?" Kevin wanted to turn but she didn't let him and just held on. "You don't enjoy it? Just the two of us?"

"I do..." she whispered again, "But, I want Devlin in the picture too. I've always dreamt of us being a nice, happy family."

"Fine, if it makes you happy. I'll get him."

"Thank you." She smiled on his chest.

"Well? Aren't you coming?" Kevin adjusted his shirt and grabbed his keys from the table near the front door, "Gwen!" he called, she was upstairs. He then heard her scrambling down the stairs, "Yeah?"

"Aren't you coming?" the male repeated his question and took hold of her doorknob right behind him. Gwen shook her head, this shocked him. "No?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"I don't want to go out." The female replied simply. Kevin wanted to question more, but something inside his head intuitively told him not to. He idly gave her a shrug and walked out after he said, "I'll be back soon."

"Kevin, I am not letting you take Devlin home." Ben crossed his arms firmly, staring at his friend at the front door. It had been years since Devlin and himself saw Kevin, but after what happened the last time, Benjamin did not want this man near that child ever again. "The boy still is traumatised by whatever you did to him."

Kevin gave his formal best friend a cold look, "That was years ago, Benji."

"Exactly!" bellowed the brunette man, "It was years ago and he still reacts when someone mention your name! Kevin, you scarred him for life."

"Look Tennyson," Kevin said sternly, all he wanted is to get his son back to his wife, is that too much to ask? "I don't really want to deal with your shit right now, just hand me Devlin and I'll just leave."

"Why should I hand him to you?"

Kevin heaved a sigh and decided to tell him why this time, "Look, Gwen's back, okay? She wants to see Devlin. Is that too much to ask?" Ben raised an eyebrow at him, "Gwen? She's dead, Kevin. She's dead. My cousin has been dead for years. You're talking nonsense!" he bellowed, "Dead, Kevin! DEAD!"

"Shut it, Tennyson." The ebony-headed man said curtly yet calmly, "Just hand me her son." He reached for his phone, "I'll call her, call her and show you that she's alive!" he dialled the number it rang two time but didn't reach. He called again; the speakers then spoke: "The number you have reached is currently unavailable, please-"

Kevin cut the line and cursed under his breath, he then looked at Ben. "I swear," he said truthfully, "She just wants to see him. I swear, I won't do anything to him! Ben, I swear!"

Ben stared at him with sad eyes, he pitied his friend in some way, he then nodded quietly, "Fine Kevin," he sighed, putting his face in his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, "But, I'm handing him a plumber's badge; you can't take it from him. I'll check on him constantly, y'got that?" he then look up and gave Kevin a look that screamed 'I mean it'.

Kevin nodded in agreement and shrugged, "Whatever."

"Just wait here." Ordered the brunette man and he slammed the door at Kevin's face. He didn't mind though. He then heard Ben screamed for his son, asking him to come down. There was a few moans coming from a voice he couldn't recognise then an argument broke lose but after awhile it calmed and the door opened again. There stood a boy, his raven hair tied into a ponytail, he had a grey hoodie on and he wasn't looking a tad bit happy.

He narrowed his eyes at his so-called 'father', he didn't want to even call him that. He was ashamed. Kevin ushered him to go to his car and muttered a meaningless 'thanks' to Ben. Soon he got in and they revved off.

When they got there, emotions started splashing onto Devlin like buckets of sorrowful water, it hit him pretty hard. He was just about to back out on this plan- Ben told him that his father had told him his mother was alive and back at his place. Devlin couldn't believe it. When he got abused by Kevin, he hated his mother- leaving him to deal with this man, how could she? Then, he grew a little older and Ben explained that she never wanted to leave him, that she had loved him a lot, that she had passed away. The hatred died immediately and he couldn't forgive himself for cussing at his mother; the times they had spent together...

He loved those times. He missed them; he just wanted her back.

On the day Ben told Devlin about his mother, he also handed him a golden pendant. Ben informed him that his mother wanted to give this too him but Ben held it on till it was the right time. There was a picture of her inside, with... with him. Devlin immediately inked his face out of the picture and even glued a picture of himself on the other side of the pendant. The never took it off, never. He still have it with him.

He was eleven now, it's been years since he stepped first onto this lawn. He stared at house and told himself that everything was going to be fine. His mother was back, nothing was going to happen.

Nothing was going to happen to him.

Kevin opened the door and Devlin silently follow; the whole trip was quiet. Both of them weren't comfortable with each other. "Gwen?" he heard his father called, Devlin waited. Gwen came down the stairs slowly and caught sight of her son. She managed to go all the way and finally stood there, tears swelling in her eyes, threatening to fall off any second, one of her hands was also over her mouth. Her tears finally fell and Kevin watched in silence, waiting for her to pull him into a hug or something.

But she didn't, she just stood there sobbing by herself, "He's so tall now." She muttered, "He grew so much."

Kevin looked at here then finally spoke up, "Aren't you going to hug him?"Gwen shook her head, this couldn't understand what was going on. "Why not?" She didn't reply him either. She continued to stand there, tears kept flowing down her damped cheeks. His gazed then set of Devlin. Devlin was staring back at his father, fear written all over his face. Kevin wanted to ask Devlin why he wasn't going over to his mother or something but he didn't bother, he didn't like the child anyway.

"Excuse me for a second..." muttered the younger Levin, "Can I use the bathroom?"

Kevin looked at Devlin oddly then muttered, "It's right over there." He gestured towards a direction.

Devlin quickly walked pass the room and went into the bathroom, he locked the door and turned the doorknob to make sure it was secure. He pulled out the Plumber badge his Uncle Ben had handed him and tried signalling Ben. A line went on, "Uncle Ben. I think my Dad's crazy." The boy whispered harshly into the badge, "He's talking as if Mum was here. There's no one here Uncle Ben, help me. I'm scared." He waited for a response but nothing. What was wrong with the badge?

"Don't let Devlin leave." Muttered the red-headed, she had stopped crying. "Don't let him leave. He needs us." She told Kevin then glanced towards the bathroom.

Kevin went over and knocked on the door, this startled Devlin and he almost dropped his badge. "You're taking pretty long in there." Commented Kevin and he knocked again, this time harder.

"I'm- I'm coming." Devlin gulped.

So would you guys like more? Do you think this is good? Tell me! I'm lacking motivation...

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