Thanks to my beta reader Scarlet Moon for living up the story.

"Are you okay son? It looks like something is bothering you." Vinny said concerned, rubbing Alvin's back as he picked at his food.

"I don't know. Ever since Dave died I… I feel like I can't do anything right." He said pushing his plate away. "I found her Mom, but she keeps pushing me away." He wiped his eyes, keeping the tears from falling.

"She's under a lot of pressure Alvin. The public just found out a dark secret she and her sister tried to keep buried. It'll take time for them both to adjust."

"They aren't speaking to each other. I don't want that kind of family for my niece or for my own kids."

Vinny hugged Alvin. "You have such a big heart. Just give them time. I'm sure they'll come around."

"I hope you're right." He sighed as Simon walked down stairs, scrolling through his phone.

"Don't you have that meeting with Andrew?"

"Yes and I'm late." He said grabbing his keys as Alexis cried through the baby monitor. Simon looked up at his brother and Mom. "Could you?"

"I think we can manage." Vinny smiled.

"Thank you! I'll be home right after the meeting. Um… Alexis has a bit of a fever and Britt and I were up most of the night taking care of her, so she probably won't be up for a while. The medicine should be in the nursery." Simon said leaning against the counter.

"Si, we got this. Now go. We'll call you if anything happens." Alvin said standing from the table, going upstairs.

-Later in the Afternoon-

"There he is." Alvin said as Simon tossed his keys on the counter. "How'd it go?"

"Charlene showed up… So did Jeanette." He said staring at the ground.

"What happened?"

"They quit. Both of them." He walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "Charlene said that she was satisfied with the damage that she caused… And that Brittany shouldn't have denied her in having the solo career that she wanted."

"Why did Jean quit?" Alvin asked.

"She… All she said… She said goodbye." Simon whispered, hoping that he did hear him.

"Goodbye… She's not coming back?"

"I don't know Alvin. She just said goodbye and walked away." Simon sighed as his daughter started to cry.

"I'll get her."

"No, Alvin. I got her. You just go find Jeanette." Simon said standing from the couch.

"Si-"

"You'll regret it." He stated. "I found Brittany before we started the tour. I regretted not going to her then, it tore me up inside. Go find Jean."

Alvin nodded and left to find Jeanette.

"You never told me that." Brittany said, standing in the middle of the stairs.

"I loved you too much to lose you." He said reaching the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going to go check-"

"Your Mom got to her." She said stopping him from passing her. "You look exhausted." She stated running her hand through his hair.

"It comes with being a parent and a professional singer." He said. "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well, but you shouldn't have turned the baby monitor off." She said resting her hands on his shoulders.

Simon smiled. "And have you lash out at me for not getting your beauty sleep? I don't think so." He said grabbing her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

"I would not lash out on you."

"Britt, I know you well enough to know that when you don't get enough sleep you take it out on everybody." Simon said stepping up.

Before Brittany could protest Simon kissed her. He then picked her up bridal style and carried her to their room. "Making up for lost time?" Brittany teased.

"Something like that." He smiled as he kissing her again, closing the bedroom door with his foot.

-Alvin & Jeanette-

"Jeanette, open the door!" Alvin called. "How long has she been in there?" He asked Eleanor.

"Twenty maybe thirty minutes." She replied. "You don't think she-" Alvin glared at her.

Alvin started to bang on the door. "Jean?! Open the door!"

"No. I'm… I'm not… I won't." Jeanette said. "Alvin?"

Alvin kicked the bedroom door down. Jeanette was lying in bed. There was a half empty bottle of vodka on the floor, along with a knife and a couple drops of blood.

"Jeanette?" Alvin rushed to the bed.

"Is she?"

"Get me a washcloth and some warm water." Alvin said carefully looking at the cuts on Jeanette's arms.

"Alvin?" Eleanor asked.

"She's going to be fine, El. Just get the washcloth." Alvin instructed as Eleanor went downstairs.