Pete loved their family time that they shared each Sunday. They gathered on the bed, watching football or movies, eating popcorn, and just hanging out. This week, he and Ginny were cheering for the Browns while they demolished the Steelers, both of them laying on their stomachs, their feet propped up on pillows. Myka was working, as per usual, and Martin had borrowed one of her classics, and was settling in to read. He and Ginny wrestled over the popcorn bowl, laughing at each other during the commercial breaks.

The browns were in the middle of a great play, driving the ball from the Steeler's 35 to their own 40, when Pete heard his Daughter's voice. "How do you know when you are in love?" She was asking Myka, and had turned her head to look at her mother. Pete hadn't noticed her shift positions. She was now sitting cross legged on the bed, her head facing away from him and the television. Martin had closed the book and placed it in his lap.

A small smile stretched across Myka's face. "You just do." She shrugged, and Pete had to hold back a laugh. That hadn't exactly been the case for them. "It was harder for me, because I am so analytical. I didn't let myself feel anything because I was thinking too much." Pete thought back on that time before they dated, and he felt the same way about his attitude as well. He wasn't really sure of his own feelings until they were pointed out to him. But he also knew that his life was better with Myka in it, and that her laugh took his breath away. That and the fact that she was stunningly beautiful, something she had unfortunately passed on to their gorgeous sixteen year old daughter.

"I knew I was in love with your mother all along, I just never admitted it." Pete added, shifting so that he was laying on his left side, his head propped up on his arm. "She would just smile, and the world seemed to get brighter. Her smile made my day better, and I found myself trying to make her smile every chance I got." And he really tried, crude and immature jokes and all.

Ginny carefully placed a stray curl behind her ear. "Because, every time I talk to this one person, my stomach flutters. And I love their jokes, they always make me laugh, even the cheesy ones. And I feel warm all over when I think of this person or when I am with them and I just don't know what to think. All those love songs finally make sense, and I've never felt this with the guys I've dated before." Pete could feel his heart racing as she talked. She was too young for all this, he was sure of it. And her heart would get broken for sure, so she really didn't need that, not at this young age. Ginny gazed off into the distance, her head in her hands.

"I don't know, honey. It sounds like love." Myka answered honestly, reaching out to stroke her daughter's hair reassuringly.

Ginny looked back towards Myka. "What does it mean if I feel that way about a girl?"

So that was why she seemed so nervous. She wasn't just talking about love, she was coming out. Pete admired the bravery his daughter displayed, proudly showing that she was different, and of course there was nothing wrong with that.

"So you like girls. What's the big deal?" Myka answered, clearing her face of curls and flashing an enthusiastic grin at the nervous teen. Pete smiled as well, placing his free hand on Ginny's knee and rubbing his thumb back and forth over the denim.

Ginny breathed out for what seemed like forever. Pete didn't know she had been holding her breath like that. "Because, I have never really been attracted this way to guys, but I have been to girls, and I only dated those guys because I thought I had to. And I just don't know how I feel about all of this." Ginny laid back, exasperated, her hands above her head.

"Alright, what I am about to tell you two, only a few people in the world know." Myka started, and Pete knew exactly where this was going. He didn't have personal experience with this, Myka did, and she was going to help their daughter out. Ginny sat up again, listening attentively. "I am bi-sexual." Myka blurted. She watched the expressions on her children's faces before she continued. "I may have settled down with a man, but I am attracted to women too." She explained.

Pete remembers them having this conversation when they first started dating. He always kind of knew it, from the lingering glances she had thrown at HG, to the way she fawned over Amanda. He can still remember when he told Myka that Amanda was really hot, and her response was "Yes, Pete, I've met her." That didn't go unmentioned later on.

"Did you have any girlfriends?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Some were flings that I wrote off as a phase, or experimentation. But my sophomore year of college was my first long term relationship with a woman." He watched her blush at the memories, first love. "Her name was Alex, which made it really easy for me to talk to Mom and Dad about, as long as I didn't use gender specific pronouns. They assumed Alex was a boy." So had Pete at first, to be honest.

"Why didn't you want to tell your parents?" Martin spoke up, suddenly curious.

Myka heaved her shoulders up and down. "I didn't know how they would take it." She answered. "Homosexuality back then was not looked on as kindly as it is now. And we didn't have any gay family friends, so it was never something we talked about either way." She was playing with her hands in her lap, getting more and more uncomfortable putting this all out in the open. "You guys are lucky." She continued, looking up at Ginny. "We talk about Aunt Helena and Uncle Steve all the time, and you have good relationships with them. You know we love them, so it's easier when you have problems like this for you to come to us. I didn't have that." Her face fell a bit, and Pete guessed she was remembering her childhood and need to please her father. A bi-sexual daughter would not have made her life any easier.

Ginny smiled at the mention of the brit. "Did you ever have a thing for Aunt Helena, knowing what you know about her and yourself?"

Myka nodded. "I did actually." She smiled coyly.

"Are you kidding, Aunt Helena could make gay men question their sexuality! Of course your mother liked her!" Pete blurted a little faster than his filter. Thank God they all laughed. If it wasn't for the whole evil, take-over-the-world thing, Pete would have had a thing for her. And Steve had told him that she was a very hot woman, so he knew his statement was at least somewhat true.

When they stopped laughing, she continued. "I did. I never acted on it though. And then she tried to destroy the world, and I wasn't really sure what I thought anymore."

"Aunt Helena tried to do WHAT?" Martin screeched, and Pete and Myka laughed. Martin looked at Ginny, who shrugged, she was just as clueless.

Pete honestly didn't know what would have happened if Helena hadn't used the trident. Myka could have gone for either of them, and sometimes that thought scared him. Sure, he would still have her as a friend, but their whole life as it is now wouldn't exist, and he can't imagine a different reality.

Myka waved Martin's question away. "That's a story for another day." She brought her knees to her chest. "The point is, she never acted on it and neither did I. I don't really know what would have happened if we did." She met Pete's eyes with her own stunning green eyes. "Besides, your Dad makes me extremely happy, I love him very much, and Aunt Helena is happy with Giselle, and I really like the way things turned out." Pete grinned as she said it, glad that he makes her happy, and watched as she smiled back at him. She tousled Martin's hair. "Besides, without dad I wouldn't have you. And watching him with you two has made me fall deeper in love with him." That went both ways, watching Myka interact with their children had been great, an awesome surprise that he never expected. Ginny wasn't exactly planned, and he hadn't wanted to push children on her because she was so career oriented. But once she was here, and Myka realized she could have both, there really was no stopping her.

"So, this girl that you like. Is she gay?" Myka asked the teen, stretching out her legs in front of her.

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know." Her face fell. "What if she isn't?"

Pete saw Myka's eyes flicker from him to their daughter, but he was already on it. He jumped, tackling the teen to the pillows in a giant bear hug. Ginny giggled all the way down. When they settled, he could feel her head turn so that she could get a good view of Myka's face.

Myka looked away from the teen. "That's what sucks sometimes. Sometimes your feelings won't be reciprocated. Sometimes friendships will be lost. Sometimes, love sucks. And that goes for gay and straight alike." She looked up again, this time once again meeting his eyes. "But when it's with the right person, there is nothing better."

Ginny nodded, taking it all in. She stared towards the tv again, still wrapped in the embrace of her father, watching the game. "Thanks." She finally said, leaning her head back against his chest

Myka grabbed her laptop from the nightstand and placed it on her lap. She opened it again and began to type, a smile on her lips. "Anytime."

A/N: Okay, I don't want any hate from this chapter please! My views on Myka's sexality are interesting, and are dealt with a bit in this chapter. I DO NOT CONDONE SHIP HATE! Yes, in tumblr posts, I see Bering and Wells stuff, and I get why people ship it, but when watching the show, I do not see anything more than friendship. But, that whole "Many of my lovers were men" line, and Myka's reaction, well lets just say that I could see more than just curiosity in her face. I still do not believe that their relationship ever progressed past friendship, but I have a deep respect for people who do! If anyone wants to chat, my inbox is always open, or you can find me on tumblr (soprano193 because I use it for everything!). Also, I had like seven people read this ahead of time to make sure it sounded natural. Please tell me what you think!

One last chapter for both this and Late Night! I hope you all enjoy!