As promised Fiona Coyne dragged a half-awake Adam through the door of her brother's apartment exactly two minutes before the clock struck eight. And as could have been predicted Declan was only half ready, sitting shirtless at his kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal.

"You're early." He deadpanned.

"Early is on time, on time is late, and late is…." She began to quote.

"To be destined for hell." Both Declan and Adam chorused in equal monotone before Declan continued on his own, "Which only holds power if I believed in hell."

Fiona rolled her eyes and began the routine search of the area, looking for the person out of a place. Adam, made himself at home as he went to the cupboard to grab a glass.

"There's no one else here, Fi." Declan scooped another bite of cereal.

"What? Didn't get lucky?" Adam teased, receiving a glare in return.

"For the record, not that its any of your business, I did get 'lucky' he just wasn't lucky or good enough to be able to stay the night." He laughed at their faces and turned his attention to the younger man sitting next to him before his sister could start on another one of her interrogations. "She let you wear the beanie, what wedding related duty did she rope you into this week?"

"Flowers, place cards, final reception hall design, cake testing and somewhere in between I have to study and get the notes together for your father." Adam listen, complaint coating his voice though the three of them were completely aware that if Fiona had asked him to add a million more things to his busy schedule he would do it willingly.

The currently engage pair had been vaguely aware of each other during Fiona's last two semesters at Degrassi when Adam had transferred for his Grade 10 year, both having unintentionally powered the Degrassi rumor mill for a majority of the school year. It wasn't until college during one of Fiona's visits to her brother did they officially meet and hit it off. And after a quarter-life crisis concerning their future hit both Declan and Adam at the same time resulting in Adam stepping into the political track that Declan had decided against did Mr. Coyne suddenly find the young Torres man a suitable match for his daughter.

"Okay, you two we need to make it to the centre, I told them we would be there by nine thirty to help set up."

"Alright." Her brother consent placing his bowl into the sink and disappearing momentarily for a shirt. As he pulled the casual t-shirt plastered with some band's slogan over his head, "I just need to be back here by three. I've got some things I need to get ready for the first week of school."

Adam let out an semi-involuntary laugh as the trio made there way towards the door, "You're like some twisted super hero; role model by day, horny club boy by night. I wonder what the parents of your students would think if they knew the man teaching their children how to use a dictionary is redefine promiscuity in his free time."

"He wasn't always like this, you should've met him when…" Fiona abruptly stopped talking as if she just realized she had been doing it out loud.

Declan ignored her as he got into the car, they two of them had long ago decided to agree to disagree when it came to the events surronding his breakup from Riley. And though he never said anything he knew she had a point, only by the time he had figured it out he was conviced it was too late. Besides, he told himself, it was easier and far less painful to be who he was at the current moment.

"What do you want, Peter?" Riley had pulled the blonde man into the back bedroom leaving Kyle and Zane in the living room. Zane had the foresight to know the conversation could get ugly and was now playing a particularly loud video game so the eight year wouldn't have to hear what was said the pair could hear from down the hall.

"I came for my weekend." Peter stated like it was obvious.

"You're weekend was last week." Riley corrected, "Or how about the one two weeks before that? But don't worry, your mom came instead so I could make it to practice."

"Riley, I'm sorry. Things were just busy...I had a gig..."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

"Fine." Peter interupted like a defiant child, "I'll go apologize to Kyle, then I'll tell him you won't let me be here this weekend, are we done?"

Riley took a deep breath, "No, not this time." He ignored the surprise on the musician's face, "Peter, this is only the twentieth time you've showed up in person over eight years. And at first I told myself it was because you were in college and we were on the other side of the country, and it wasn't hurting Kyle because he was a baby and didn't know better; he had two parents..." Riley ignored the flashbacks in his head, "But he's eight, he's not stupid. " He reached in the bag next to the door and pulled out the manilla envelope. "You promised when you joined the band that you wouldn't become like your father picking a 'new life' over his son, but that's exactly what you've done. I think its best to stop this before you keep getting his hopes up just to break them everytime you don't feel like up to seeing him, or forget or 'something comes up' your mother is completely behind me. Just sign this."

Peter stared opened mouth as he pulled the paper out of the envelope reading, "Termination of Parental Rights?" His eyes looked up and Riley interjected, "As soon as you get your act together you can be in his life again, just never legally. He's been been my responsibility all along, anyhow...you never contributed finacially after his first birthday, this is just a technicality now."

Stepping back he leaned against the wall he listened as Peter went off on him, calling him everything under the sun, accusing him of being heartless, of turning their son against him, yelled at him that this hadn't worked the first time Riley had tried to take this legal action. It had been a thought Riley had already thought of but, he couldn't help but notice that Peter left with paper in the envelope, all in one piece. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts, and calm himself before he joined his son and boyfriend back by the door. Kyle didn't seem very phased by the whole incident and proudly announced his defeat over Zane before he abrubtly changed the subject, "Why was Peter so angry?"

"Well," Riley fought for words, "Peter is really busy with the band, and so he's not going to be around for a while."

The young boy seemed to process for a moment then shrugged, "Can we go to breakfast now?"

Slightly stunned that his son wasn't as disappointed as he had expected, he nodded and led them out. Zane's hand found Riley's as the trio walked towards the bakery. The auburn-hair woman behind the counter was busy when the bell rang announcing their entry and called out that she would be with them in a minute. Riley pushed the situation with Peter out of his head, "Geez, can't get any service around here?"

The woman turned around and grew wide eyed exclaiming, "You're here!" Coming around the counter she engulfed each man in a hug.

"Yeah, moved the last box in yesterday but today were taking a break from the day off..." He explained to the girl who he hadn't been close to at Degrassi but had become close friends after being at the same university.

"It's my birthday."

The three adults let a light chuckle. "So we're going to the Centre's back to school Carnival. Then we're unpacking a little, and then birthday dinner, care to join us?"

She nodded as the sound of Riley's phone interupted. He stepped out of the buidling "Hey, Uncle Todd, bit early over there isn't it?"

"Yeah, I know...trouble sleeping last night and the man dropping off a large box to my doorstep a couple of minutes ago kept me awake. It was address to Kyle."

"Let me guess, no return address?"

"Yep" The confirmation of the same mysterious event every year made him as confused as ever. "You think its..."

"Who else?"

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