Eight

Brandon was in the kitchen drying some glasses at the sink when he watched his sister and Dylan walk up to the house holding hands. A frown crossed his face as he remembered all the things Dylan had put her through before, and how could she possibly take him back, but at the same time, he smiled to himself, knowing that in front of him were two people who would always be meant for each other.

He finished drying the glass in his hand and placed it on the rack, placing the dish towel on the counter beside, and heading around to the door.

"Joey, turn that music down!" He called up the stairs as he heard his stepson's music blaring. He heard the volume drop, but not by a lot. "That's a good kid." He smirked to himself as he moved on to the door.

"What are you going to tell him?" Dylan whispered in Brenda's ear as they walked from Brenda's car up to the house.

Brenda glanced at him and shrugged. "The truth. It's the only thing I can tell him. I'm sick of lying, and like I told you back at the hotel, my family deserves the truth, even if they have guessed Chris's paternity." She admitted.

Dylan pulled her close as they continued up the steps. "Well just remember that I'm here, and I'm not leaving, not again." He kissed her forehead.

They came to a stop at the door and Brenda turned in his grasp, looking up at him. "I still don't trust you Dylan, which I know is pretty ridiculous given I always seem to trust you." She looked at the floor between their feet.

"Bren, I told you once. "I'm not leaving. I'm over the life of endless nights clubbing and getting high because it's the only thing that makes me feel good because you're not in my life."

"Jeez that makes me feel good." Brenda shrugged.

"C'mere." Dylan sighed, taking Brenda in a hug. "I love you Bren, always have, always will. And I promise you, I have more with you than I could ever with anyone else." He whispered into her ear.

Brenda just held him, knowing that he was fighting for what he wanted, and glad of it.

"Are you two going to come in, or stay on my porch all day?" They heard Brandon's voice announce his presence.

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The trio was sitting in the main room, Dylan and Brenda together on one couch, Brandon opposite them. Brenda was speaking, telling the story of her and Dylan in London (the clean version) with Dylan inserting various statements at various moments. Brandon just sat and nodded, already seeing that what was coming, was Brenda announcing to him that Dylan was Chris's father.

Brandon seriously wondered why she was even bothering. This story he'd heard before, of their break-up. But then he'd always heard how she was so depressed about Dylan leaving that she got drunk about a week after he had left, and woken up naked in another man's bed.

"Can I interject something here?" Brandon questioned, staring at the couple in front of him.

Brenda and Dylan looked at him curiously, although Dylan was preparing himself for Brandon to announce that he had known all along that Brenda was lying and that he knew Dylan was Christopher's father.

Brenda just looked to her big brother confused.

"Is what you're trying to tell me, that Dylan is Christopher's father?" He asked, looking from his sister to Dylan. As he looked to Dylan, he could see that Dylan had made a correct guess at what was about to be said, whilst his sister just dropped her head to the floor.

"How did you know?" She asked him with a weak voice.

Brandon shrugged, leaning back into the sofa. "I think I always have, and it was a lucky guess. Plus I have too many damn photos of that boy" he pointed to Dylan "in all my school books, to recognize that Chris has his nose."

Brenda smiled. "Yeah he does." She looked to Dylan and rested a hand on his thigh. Dylan turned and smiled at her.

"But now I just have to ask," Brandon went on. "How are you going to tell mom and dad? They don't have all the photos of Dylan to be able to see him in Chris."

Brenda sighed. "It's not how we're going to tell Mom and Dad." She turned to Dylan. "It's how we're going to tell Dad."

This Brandon nodded at. "Very true."

"The truth?" Dylan spoke.

Brenda looked up at him and smiled. "It's the only thing we can tell them."

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