A/N: As promised, a second chapter for today. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please review. :)

Chapter Fourteen

October 31, 1992

Her hand moved his way up his thigh, and he moaned softly. Her finger teased the bottom of his boxers as he ran his across her shoulder blades. Their mouths meshed together, tongues locked in a heated battle for the upper hand. Their bodies pushed closer together, desiring each other more and more with each passing moment.

And then, the door creaked open.

The two of them paused, holding each other, wondering if they'd really heard the door. And they realized they had when two little hands started grabbing at and pulling down the bed sheets. The two of them broke apart, her straightening out her nightgown as he scooped up the little girl over the side of the bed.

"What's up, Princess?" he asked.

"Can't sweep," Heather replied.

"What's wrong?"

She shrugged, patting on his bare chest as Keri stroked her daughter's hair.

"Did you have a bad dream?" he continued, bouncing her slightly on the bed.

"No," she replied.

"Then what's going on?"

She shrugged again.

He simply nodded, having realized this was just a girl thing.

"What were you and Mommy doing?" she asked, looking up at him.

He glanced over at Keri.

"We were talking," she explained to her daughter.

The little girl nodded, burrowing her head against his chest. He glanced over at Keri with a tight smirk on his face.

February 3, 2010

"I can get that up the stairs by myself, you know," Hannah muttered.

"I know that," Tony replied, readjusting his grip on the bags.

"Really. You didn't need to come here. Or carry anything for me."

"You just got done being shot for the first time. I think that warrants a little help with the groceries."

Hannah shrugged. "Kinda hoping there isn't a second time, you know."

"What's your major?" Tony countered.

"Pre-med," she replied.

"And when you become a doctor, you want to work…"

"In the ER."

"Sadly, depending on where in the world you work, there may be a second time. And a third time. Or more."

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence there."

He shrugged. "Not vote of confidence. More like shot of reality. No pun intended."

She shook her head, making her way down the hallway to her door. "You still didn't need to help. Or even go grocery shopping with me." She opened the door, and the two of them walked in the room.

"Technically speaking, you came grocery shopping with me."

She placed her bags down. "Okay, if you wanna split hairs, fine. I went with you. But why invite me anyway?"

He shrugged again as he put the bags down. "Why not? You'd asked to spend more time with me."

"So you take me on your chores with you?" she asked, smirking as she began to unpack the bags and put the groceries away.

"That, and you complained the other day that you didn't have any snacks for studying in your room," he replied, smiling as he helped her unpack.

"Yeah, but I could've gone by myself. Or with Natey. He's been helping me out with stuff."

"He's a good kid."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "You know, I already have one over-protective dad. I don't really need a second one."

Tony smiled. "True."

She tilted her head back and forth. "Though, I suppose that you were the over-protective father first."

He frowned. "Maybe if I'd been better…"

"Hey," she interrupted as they finished. "Look, I know it wasn't ever what you intended, but I still ended up with a pretty good life. My mom and dad were awesome. I have other siblings who were adopted." She furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "Hopefully legally." She shrugged that thought off. "Either way, it ended up okay. I mean, I wasn't hurt. I'm not dead. That's got to be a bonus, huh?"

He smiled. "Yeah. Wish I could say the same for Ryan."

She frowned slightly. "Ryan?"

Tony froze momentarily. "Uh, yeah, Ryan."

"Who's Ryan?" Hannah asked.

He sighed, sitting down in her desk chair as she climbed onto the bed. "Ryan was your brother," he began slowly. "Your mom was pregnant with him when…"

"We were kidnapped," she filled in.

He nodded. "Your mom, she was murdered. They cut the baby out, and dropped him off at a hospital in Illinois that June. He was adopted into a good family, the Burtons."

"You keep saying 'was.' I'm assuming that means Ryan died?"

"Yeah," he said softly.

"How?"

"Murdered. Beaten and stabbed to death."

"By Kevin," she guessed.

"No," he replied. "But Kevin knew who did it. He never said who, but he said he knew."

She sighed softly. "So, I had a brother, and never knew it. Do I have any other siblings you haven't told me about?"

"If you do, I promise that I don't know about them," he replied. "I… I haven't exactly had much luck with commitment since your mom. I mean, I kinda fell for another doctor, but… I don't know. It was an assignment, and I think I only really fell for her because she reminded me so much of your mom… it was a mistake with her. And beyond that, I haven't found anyone else that can hold a candle to her. She was so beautiful, so charming, everything I could've ever asked for. And you look a lot like her. If you'd like, I'll show you pictures sometime."

Hannah nodded. "I'd like that."

Tony smiled. "I also have pictures of Ryan, too. I've never looked at them, but his family wanted me to have them too."

"They probably felt bad, because it's not like you willingly gave Ryan up. Or me, for that matter. Wait, did my parents give you pictures too?"

He furrowed his brow. "I thought they cleared that with you."

She frowned. "Not that I remember. Unless they asked me when I was in the hospital. Which isn't fair, because I was on pain killers."

He smiled slightly.

"That's okay, though. They just want you to feel like you were there, and I'm okay with that. I mean, I know it's not actually being there, but it's close."

"Yeah."

"From what I can remember, though, you were an awesome dad. And a pushover. Except about the kitty thing."

Tony laughed. "I'm pretty sure 'kitty' was one of your first words," he said.

Hannah smiled. "You used to always call me 'Princess.' And Mom worked nights, right?"

He nodded.

"By the way, fifth birthday- got a kitty," she said.

He chuckled. "We were wearing Keri down. I think we'd have had her cracked by then. Especially if Ryan had jumped in too."

She smiled. "You know, you have perishables outside," she reminded him. "And I have homework to do. And while I'd really love to continue this line of conversation, I have class in the morning."

"Yeah, and I have work," he replied, standing.

She jumped off her bed. "I do, however, have some free time this weekend, if you wanna get together. We can look at pictures and stuff."

He smiled. "Sure. That sounds good."

"I'll call you Saturday morning."

"Okay, good."

She reached out and hugged him tightly, catching him off-guard. He returned the hug. "Thank you," she said as she pulled back. "You know, for today."

"Yeah," he replied quietly. "You're welcome. Anytime."

She walked him the three short steps to the door before opening it for him to leave. He made his way out, smiling at her.

"See you later, Hannah," he said.

"Bye, Tony," she replied. As he walked down the hallway away from her and she closed the door, she whispered, "good night, Dad."