Adam woke up earlier than normal and went downstairs to the basement. He leaned his cane against a bench and stood up straight. He could feel the pain begin to build but ignored it. He grabbed one of the rings hanging from the ceiling for Bria's gymnastic practice and held himself up on it. He could feel the sweat begin to gather on his brow but wiped it off and continued. He let go of the ring and started to walk. He made sure he was always under the rings incase his leg gave out. Good thing too since five steps in he had to grab the ring that was above his head. He smiled at himself that was able to get those few steps in. He turned and went back to get his cane. He sat on the bench and caught his breath before heading upstairs. As he was, he heard his daughter come down the stairs.

"Papa? What are you doing down here? How did you get down here?" Bria asked as she came over and sat down.

"I needed a quiet place to think. All four of you are growing up so fast. I remember when I would have to hold you up just so you reach these rings now you can graze the bottom with your fingertips." Bria smiled and leaned into his side.

"You're sweating. Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, fine. I'll be okay." He stood up and Bria stood up to help him. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I have a tournament today. I thought I'd get some practice in before school. Are you going to tell us more of the story tonight?"

"Of course, unless I bore you being that you and your brother fell asleep before the end last night." Bria turned a bright shade of red.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"No matter. I'll see you tonight." He kissed her head and headed upstairs. Later that night found the family in the living room with a roaring fire. "Will you tell us more of the story tonight since we don't have school tomorrow?"

"You may not have school but I have work tomorrow." The kids groaned. "Now let's begin…"

Flashback

Three days later, Miranda and Neal were cleared to come home. Adam immediately saw there was something wrong with Miranda.

"Um, Miranda, I think Neal may need a feeding soon. He's hasn't eaten in two hours."

"So, you feed him." She coldly replied sitting on the couch and leaning back.

"Well, actually, Miranda I don't possess the… equipment to feed him."

"He's drinking from a bottle. I'm not doing that breast feeding crap." Adam just nodded and brought the carrier he was holding into the kitchen with me. He set his son on the table and smiled.

"I think Mama's a little cranky. I think she needs a nap." He whispered to his sleeping son hoping his wife didn't hear. He turned around prepared four bottles to put in the fridge for the time being. He made a mental note to make more before going to sleep. Neal woke up and just looked around. Adam turned around and saw his son was awake. "Well, hello Neal." Neal looked over to the voice he recognized as his father. Adam could tell Neal remembered him. "Let's go see if Mama's sleeping." Adam walked into the living room with Neal and saw Miranda sleeping soundly. "Okay Neal, you stay here I'm going to carry Mama to bed." He placed Neal on a mat he had in the living room and went over to Miranda. He gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed room. He went back into the living room and lay on his stomach next to his son. Being only four days old, he couldn't do very much but Adam just wanted to be close to him. He kissed Neal's head and smiled. He silently chuckled when Neal started to blow bubbles. He ran his finger down Neal's tiny cheek. "I love you so much my boy." The next couple of weeks were hard on both mother and father. Granny and Ruby came over as often as they could but they couldn't be there all day every day. Adam tried to make sure he didn't have to work in the evenings so he could be home to take care of Neal. It seemed to him that Miranda didn't really care much Neal and would rather he not be there. It saddened him to think that his wife didn't love or care about their son. He didn't care though he loved his son enough for both of them.

End flashback

Adam watched his son carefully. He had kept all of this a secret from Bae. He knew Belle wasn't his mother but he still treated her as if she were. After all, he was the one to ask if Belle could be there new Mama. Adam watched Bae as he took everything in. He got up and started to walk away. Adam thought he was going to go to his room but when he wrapped his arms around Belle, it stunned him. Bae rarely hugged him or Belle nowadays that he was a teenager and it was lame to hug to your parents or embarrassing. Belle wrapped her arms around Bae equally as stunned. Bae buried his face in Belle's shoulder and that was when Belle felt the tears fall onto her shirt. She turned her head to Adam and mouthed that he was crying. Adam kissed his children and sent them to bed so Belle and Adam could talk to Bae. Belle rubbed Bae's back.

"Bae, how about you talk to your dad? We can talk later." Bae's only response was tightening his hold on Belle.

"Please don't leave me." That one little sentence brought tears to Belle's eyes as well as Adam's.

"I'll never leave you Bae. I'm here for the long haul." Bae snuggled more into Belle's embrace.

"I'm sorry Bae. I never should have started telling you this story. The whole time has been nothing but heart break for you." Adam said his heart breaking watching son cry.

"It's not your fault. I would need to know the truth eventually. It's just the truth of it that gets to me. I'm glad you told me because now I know that been unfair to Belle." Bae said he pulled back slightly and sat down in between Belle's legs, another thing he hasn't done since he turned ten. Belle and Adam shared confused looks. "I've still loved Miranda even though now I know she never loved me."

"Bae, it's not bad that you still love Miranda. She was your mother."

"She never loved me and she never even wanted Hannah. She doesn't deserve anyone's love!" Both Adam and Belle could see the anger management problems that Bae had been struggling with since he was six coming forward. Belle wrapped her arms around his from behind.

"Bae, calm down. You need to calm down then we can talk more." Belle said. Bae took the deep breathes he was taught and started to calm down. He hung his head and leaned into his step-mom. Adam watched his son in his wife's arms.

"Bae, are you okay now?" Bae nodded. "Okay, do you want to talk more or go to sleep?"

"I just want to go to bed." Adam nodded and Belle let go. He went into his room with not such as a good night. When Bae left, Belle stood up and so did Adam. They went into their room and after a while, Belle looked over.

"Do you think he'll be okay?"

"After a while. He's a strong boy."

"Adam, you don't think he'll… hurt himself do you?" Adam looked at Belle.

"No, he won't. I know my son and he wouldn't do that." Belle nodded.

"I just have this nagging feeling in my stomach." He pulled Belle to him and had her lay her head on his chest.

"I promise it will take time but Bae will be fine." Belle nodded and they both fell asleep. In Bae's room, he tied his sheets together in a rope and connected them to the heat radiator in his room near his window. He threw them out his window and looked down. He swallowed hard and climbed over the edge while holding onto the make shift rope. He was going to get answers from his birth mom even if it killed him.