"Dylan!"

Dylan stopped outside the coffee shop and turned around, seeing Kim. "What do you want now? Haven't you caused enough crap?"

"I just wanted to say sorry." Kim said, and the teen scoffed at her answer. "I am!"

"You're never sorry for anything. You pretend to be somebody else, you try to threaten and blackmail me to get my dad out the way. Guess what, everyone now knows and d'you know what? I couldn't be happier."

Kim sighed. "I wasn't well."

"And a car crash has cured that has it?" Dylan looked at her.

"I know you tried to save Esther...You're not a bad kid, not really."

"Then why do it? I wasn't even gonna tell him about you and Grace. She did that herself."

"I don't know." Kim sighed again.

"When will you get the message? Leave him and the rest of my family alone." Grace spoke, walking over to the two.

Dylan looked at her, for once, glad she was around. "She's the one who tried to get me to set dad up."

"When was this?" Grace looked at him.

"The day he told me he wanted me to change my last name."

"Take Curtis back to the flat." Grace handed the carry seat to him. "Neither of you need to see what I'm about to do."

"Grace please!" Kim looked at her.

Dylan nodded and took Curtis, walking away with him. He spotted Nico and he walked to her. "You OK?"

Nico shrugged. "I don't know." She answered honestly.

He put the sleeping baby down and hugged her, a hug she returned.

"How come you've got Curtis?" Nico asked, seconds later, the heard two women arguing.

"That answer it?" He smirked, picking up the carry seat again. "Supposed to be taking him back to the flat."

"I can come with you if you want."

He nodded, linking his arm with hers and they walked back to the flat. As if on cue, as they entered, Curtis started crying.

"Really? You wait till now?" Dylan groaned as Trevor came down the stairs.

"Where's Grace?" Trevor asked, taking Curtis from him.

"Arguing with Kim outside the Bean." Dylan shrugged.

"And you left her there?"

"She didn't leave me with a choice. She told me to take him and go." Dylan said, looking at Nico and they both left before Trevor could say anything else.

The pair of them walked to the folly.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I think there's something mum and grandad aren't telling me." Nico sighed, sitting on the bench, looking at the floor.

"Like what?" He sat next to her.

She shrugged and forced herself to look at him. "I don't know... I don't think he's well."

"What d'you mean?"

She sighed again. "He's telling everyone he's got an injury from holiday. Or from something he's done. But there's more to it. If that's all it is, why are they talking when they think I'm not around, or whispering when I'm in another room thinking I can't hear them?" She took her phone out. "I've looked into it and I found this."

Dylan sighed, thinking she was just panicking over nothing and he took the phone from her. "Where am I looking?"

Nico brought up the page she was looking at previously.

"Motor Neuron Disease?" He looked at her. "It can't be that bad?"

"It adds up." She shrugged. "I looked on the page, a lot of what's happening fits." she added. "I just don't want him to die."

He sighed and put his arm around her. "Talk to him. You'll know if he tries to lie to you. And who knows, maybe he'll have loads of time left."

She nodded, leaning in to him. "I will when I go back. Right now I wanna stay here."

Dylan nodded, handing her phone back to her and her rested his head on hers. "Ok. We'll stay here for a bit."

She smiled, putting her phone in her pocket.

A couple of hours later, Dylan walked Nico back home.

"I'll text you when I've spoken to him." Nico sighed, looking at the door.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?"

"Not really... But it's something I've got to do."

He nodded and the pair shared a gentle kiss before he left.

Nico smiled a little and opened the door, walking into the flat, noticing that a conversation had stopped as she entered. "What's going on?" She asked, though she hadn't meant for it to sound so accusatory.

"Nothing's going on sweetheart." Sienna looked at her, smiling.

"Please don't lie to me. I know there's something wrong."

Patrick couldn't look at her. He should have known he couldn't keep her in the dark about something like this. She was his granddaughter, Sienna's daughter.

"Is grandad sick?"

"What makes you say that?" Sienna asked.

"If that was an injury from his holiday, it would be fine by now. He's been like it the entire summer."

"Patrick you have to tell her." Maxine spoke for the first time since Nico had come in.

"Tell me what?"

"Come and sit down." Patrick said, finally looking at her.

Nico quickly walked over and sat next to him, looking at him expectantly.

"You're right. I am sick. I have been, and will be for a long time." Patrick spoke, and held her hands in his as he saw her eyes fill with tears and watched her trying to hold it together. "Have you heard of an illness called motor neuron disease?"

Nico nodded. "I looked up on it the other day..." she admitted.

Of course she had, Patrick thought. "Well that's what I've got. And the doctors say I could have up to 2 ye-." He was cut off by the young girl throwing herself at him in a hug.

Sienna sighed, sitting the other side of Patrick.