Alfred smiles as he put his cup down, "And well that's my story I guess. Not really much of one but it's mine."
"Not much of one? You did a lot…" The young beta says turning off her recorder. "I mean wow Mom. I didn't know any of that."
He shrugs slightly, "You knew your Dad went away but you and Annabelle were so young that you didn't remember."
"No I meant everything else." Julia looks down at a few of the notes she wrote while her mother told his story, "Did you ever go back to…where you buried Grandmother?"
Letting out a soft sigh Alfred stares out the window for a moment, "I think that's for another time baby."
"But did you ever see Kiku or Antonio again? And when did you stop hating Berwald?" She stops her questioning when Alfred kisses the top of her head, "But Mom…"
"Another time sweetie I promise and again I'll tell you everything I can but I want you to remember something…" He starts as he puts his coffee cup in the sink.
Julia stands up as she gathers up all her notes, "What?"
"That was my memory of what happened. Some people might say your father should have stayed in prison or that the war wasn't as bad as it was or that it was worse. People remember what they want and from that we get history."
"But what if they're wrong?"
"Then they're wrong. If anything my Mother taught me that life doesn't last forever, it's not about who's right and wrong but what we do with our lives that count." He kisses her forehead before he lets out a yawn, "Now I think we should both go to bed."
"Okay Mom, good night."
"Good night honey. I'll see you in a few hours." Alfred knows his daughter will probably stay up to see the sun rise before she goes to bed. While he'd love to do that he'd rather be in his nice warm bed with his mate instead.
Just as he opens his bedroom door he sees a small halo of blonde hair in his spot, "Scotty what are you doing in Mommy's bed?" He whispers quietly shifting the five year old over.
"He had a bad dream." The Alpha mutters half asleep next to him, "So I told him he could."
Slowly Alfred slides into bed holding his youngest tight, "Sorry go back to sleep."
"Who needs sleep?" Gilbert chuckles as he opens his eyes wider, "So did you tell her everything?"
"Everything I know so tomorrow why don't you tell her your side."
"It's not as interesting." He answers kissing Alfred deeply, "Plus I don't want to scare her."
Snuggling into the warm blankets Alfred shakes his head, "You won't just skip over the mating parts like I did."
"Aw but those are the best parts." He laughs quietly as he pulls his mate and son into a warm embrace, "But you're right I'll be gentle."
"Thank you."
"Mommy I'm sleeping…" The young blonde cries out as he yawns.
"Oh I'm sorry baby. Go back to sleep." Alfred kisses the top of his head as he starts to fall asleep, "Goodnight Gilbert."
"Good night Alfred." Gilbert says as he watches his mate fall asleep. He had heard most of the story his mate had told and some were a shock even for him especially what all those flowers actually meant to his mate. As he closes his eyes he makes a note to buy a few Irises for his blue bird. Flowers may not be his thing but they've always made his Alfred smile and hopefully when he lays them on Alfred's mother's grave they make her smile as well.
A/N: Hey guys Cat here. Thank you for all those who read and reviewed my story. Sorry if my boys got a little OOC. See y'all in the next story. One side note to add after thinking about it I will be adding a sequel to this after. It should be up in a few days.