I yawned rather loudly and retrained my eyes back on Tate.

"Music?" He asked me with a small grin.

"Coldplay, Panic at the Disco, Lifehouse and Florence and the Machine – oh and Mumford and Sons." He nodded but remained silent. "How about you?"

"Nirvana, Radiohead and the Crash Test Dummies." I chuckled lightly and his head tilted. "What?"

"So you're a rocker? I had you pinned as a screamo man." Tate and I had been playing at the twenty questions game for ten minutes now.

"Hobbies?" I asked.

"Anything that keeps me busy." He said it with a sense of deeper meaning which sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes bore into mine patiently which caused me to realize I had yet to reveal mine.

"Uh, Photography." He opened his mouth to say something when he looked past my head as if looking at someone. His eyes held a look of confliction, almost as if he was having a silent conversation with someone. I turned my head to have a look but before my vision reached it's intended destination a hand grasped my chin and brought my sight back to a pair of passionate black eyes.

"How about we continue this conversation in your room?" There was a sense of urgency in his voice but he managed to mask the majority of it. I on the other hand failed at masking my shock. Immediately pulled my face from his hands and tried to explain in a mass of awkward mumbles that I 'don't swing that way.' He snorted obnoxiously.

"Idiot. Neither am I, but even if I was, I could definitely get someone better than you." I blushed furiously at the mistake. "I just thought it would be better than sitting in this musty old basement." I nodded and stood up, offering Tate my hand to help him up. He accepted.

Half way up the stairs realization dawned on me.

"Hold up. Someone better than me? Dude, I'm already so out of your league." He breathed out a laugh.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." A large bang sounded from the far end of the basement.

"What was that?" I stopped and tried to turn around. A hand landed on the small of my back and a quiet voice whispered 'nothing' as Tate ushered me out of the doorway.

Thankfully Vivian, Ben and Violet were all still fast asleep, so sneaking to the bedroom was a breeze. I flopped back on the bed letting out yet another large yawn. I felt the bed dip beside me as Tate sat down.

"Tired?" He asked, curiosity lacing his voice. I nodded sleepily.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep too well last night." Even with my eyes closed I could tell he was doing the annoying 'curious puppy' head tilt.

"Why?" There it is.

"Oh, just a little 'bump in the night' that may or may not have resulted in me sleeping in my cousin's bed." I expected a laugh or at least a snort, but Tate remained silent, the only noise was the sounds of my deep breathing.

"Bump in the night? Like how?" I opened my eyes and rolled onto my stomach. His eyes were staring into mine full of an emotion I could not recognise.

"Just an incident with a pre-teen red head and some Pop and Snaps." I made the answer seem nonchalant and explainable, but I knew better. They weren't of the living.

"Well, I'm sure it won't happen again. Why don't you get some sleep now?" I tried to protest as he rolled me into a sleeping position and pulled the doona over my body but it was difficult as my eyes began to droop the moment my head hit the pillow.

"Sleep now."

"Is this him?" Nora's voice questioned from behind Tate as she examined Noah's slumbering body.

"Yes, this is him." Tate responded, taking his own hand away from Noah and moving aside for Nora. Nora stepped forward and delicately stroked the sleeping boy's cheek, tears of happiness spilling down her own.

"Thaddeus. How I have missed you my darling son." Tate grinned and quietly left the room after taking one last look at the beautiful woman sobbing happily while stroking Noah's hair. He wouldn't be leaving now.

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You guys should know that I absolutely despise doing short chapters and I have been doing some really~ short ones lately, for that I apologize. I didn't make this chapter any longer because it didn't feel right writing after that; you know the feeling you get when you know that is supposed to be the end of a chapter?

I'm working on the next chapter already so you should see it soon, hopefully it'll be longer this time. Tell me what you think guys and review please. Reviews are my drug and you guys are my dealers.

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