Ada arrived first at nine fifteen, carrying with her a bag of fresh bagels and cream cheese from the trio's favorite lunch spot.

"Whole wheat, Wesker, they're good for you," she said, smiling. It was an inside joke and he managed a smile and a thanks.

Wesker introduced her to Jake, who had just come down from getting ready. They seemed to like each other, and went to the living room so that he could play the piano for her.

He kept the bagels in the bag but put the cream cheese in the fridge so it wouldn't get weird from sitting out too long. He didn't know what to do-what do you do for brunches anyway? This was a bad idea.

The doorbell rang and then opened by itself. "Uncle Wesker! We're here!" he heard Sherry say. The piano music abruptly stopped as Jake went to the hall.

"In the kitchen!" he said, then winced at how domestic he sounded. Him, chief researcher of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, domestic.

A young blonde came in and almost tackled him with her hug. "I'm super happy we could come!"

He smiled down at her as he hugged her back. "I'm glad you could too."

Annette came in with a cooler. His eyebrows rose at her look.

"Men are clueless about this sort of thing, Wesker, don't be surprised. I brought two different kinds of green salad (Caesar and barbeque chicken), cold cuts for the bagels," he wondered how she already knew about those, "danishes, the pound cake Ada likes, and half & half iced tea/lemonade." She took a deep breath. "Will is bringing in fondue, other cheese, and crackers. Tell me you have breakfast food."

He nodded. "Eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancake mixes."

"Good."

They looked at each other and smiled. "Thanks, Annette."

"You're welcome. Now, when's your friend getting here?"

"About ten," he said. "She lives next door, so…" he shrugged.

The phone started ringing and he heard Jake pick it up. A minute later, the boy came in.

"It's Rebecca," he told him, extending the phone out.

He took the phone. "Hello."

"Hi, Wesker," he'd insisted after she tried calling him 'Mr. Wesker' for the fifth time, "My friend from California stopped by, so I don't think I can make it."

"Bring him over with you," Wesker said, leaning against the counter. Annette paused mid reach into the cooler, eyebrow raised. "I have some other friends over," he paused, trying to find the words. "The more, the merrier!"

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose…"

He glanced at Birkin, who had just set up the fondue. What? he mouthed, trying to look innocent.

"Really, it's fine. We'd love to have you both over."

Ada turned around, her eyebrow raised.

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit."

"See you soon," he replied.

"Well?" Ada said as soon as he turn the phone off.

"One of her friends from California showed up today. I told her just to bring him over."

"Ex?" Annette inqueried.

"I don't know, but we'll probably find out."

"Billy," Rebecca hissed. "I can't believe you just showed up."

"I was bored," he admitted. "I figured I'd see you how you were doing, catch up and everything."

"So you drove across the country just because you were bored?" she sighed. "Some days you are so infuriating."

"The same could be said about you, doll face."

Her face turned red. "I told you not to call me that!"

"Any way, you're going to brunch next door? Fancy."

She sighed. "Yes. And now you're coming too so," she looked over his jeans and his tank top. "Put on a button up at the least."

"Look at you, being so bossy."

"I am a boss, for the record."

"Of a florist shop."

"I'm still a boss," she said before walking off to check her outfit one last time-it was probably the third time she'd done so while Billy was here.

She was wearing a baby blue dress, small fabric daisies on the waistline. It was a v-neck, showcasing her simple pearl necklace.

"You look fine," Billy assured her. "Beautiful, in fact."

"Thanks," she said, blushing lightly. Once upon a time, she thought Billy liked her, but then their other friend Krauser had asked her out… That had been four years ago.

She grabbed the vase of peach roses and had Billy take the peach cobbler she had made this morning. "Are you sure I look okay?"

"You look fantastic, Becky. Trust me, I wouldn't lie to you."

She smiled. "I am trusting you. And if you're misleading me, I'll have-" she stopped herself short. I'll have Krauser hurt you, she had been about to say, teasingly. But Krauser wasn't there anymore; he hadn't been there for months.

"I'll hit you upside the head," she finished after a moment. "Now come on, you beach bum," she said to the Marine.

Jake opened the door for Rebecca and whoever it was with her. "Hi Ms. Rebecca! Can I take the flowers from you? By the way, that's Sherry," he said, nodding to a blonde behind him. "She's the daughter of Wesker's co-workers."

"I'm Sherry Louisa Birkin, to be specific," she said. "You're Rebecca Chambers?"

"Yes," she held out her hand. "This is my friend, Billy Coen."

She shook the young girl's hand before Wesker showed up.

"More flowers?" he asked her.

"And a peach cobbler," she said. "Is anyone allergic to pollen? I didn't think to ask. Or peaches."

"No, you're good. Albert Wesker," he said, holding his hand out to Billy.

"Billy Coen," he said, shaking his hand. "I've only been here for two hours and I've heard all about you."

Rebecca discreetly hit his foot.

"Come on into the kitchen and I'll introduce you to everyone."

"How's the flower business, anyway?" Ada asked, turning herself towards Rebecca. Everybody was sitting down at the dining room table now, and most of the conversation was directed towards Rebecca and Billy, who were basically outsiders.

Rebecca finished her mouthful of salad before talking. "It could be better, I suppose, but it could be worse." You know, if all of my business gets taken away because of a queen bee. "I've only done a few events so far, but we're getting there."

"Billy, did you work with Rebecca back in California?" William asked.

"Nah, I'm not delicate enough for that kind of work. I'm in the Marines but I'm on leave right now."

"How do you know each other then?"

"Oh, childhood friends, right Becky?"

"High school, but yeah."

"We stayed in touch after school, and I actually introduced her to her fiance."

"You're getting married?" Sherry asked, smiling. "Weddings are so amazing!"

She blinked. "No, ah, we broke up."

"I'm sorry," Annette said, squeezing the younger girl's hand.

She shrugged. "Anyway, do you all do this often?"

"Not often enough," Ada said with a sigh. "It's usually in a stuffy restaurant, to be honest."

"In which she usually eats all of the chocolate mousse cups," Birkin said with a smile. "And when I say all of them, I mean all of them."

She flung a piece of egg at him. "And you drink five cups of coffee! Not to mention gain five pounds from fondue."

They were quite a few chuckles from around the table.

Rebecca refused to just sit around while Ada and Wesker started the dishes. When she got up Billy went to get up, but she gestured for him to stay down. He did enough as is.

"How can I help?" she asked the two when she walked into the kitchen.

Ada glanced over her shoulder. "We're fine, really."

"Oh, um, are you sure?"

Ada glanced around as she finished drying one of the salad dishes. "I think so, Wesker?"

"Hm? We're good, thank you Rebecca."

"Okay," she said before walking to the living room.

"She seems nice," Ada said in a softer voice. "Did you know about-"

"No. I only started talking to her a few days ago. I had no idea she had been engaged."

Ada didn't say anything for a moment. "It must've been hard."

He raised an eyebrow to her. "What do you mean?"

"Losing somebody you love just really sucks, even if it's a break up, alright?"

"Did something happen I'm not aware of?"

"No," she hissed. "Now go talk to her. She obviously likes you."

"Obviously?" he asked. "She doesn't seem that interested. Billy seems like he likes her."

"I'd bet that he's friendzoned. And's it's not like I'm asking you to ask her out right now, but I think you should try getting to know her."

"What about the women?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if she's reporting to them?"

"You're paranoid."

"Suburban housewives are feminine demons who will do anything to get something to talk about."

"But why you?" They stared at each other for a moment. "I mean you're brooding and a recluse, but…"

He shrugged. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm paranoid. I don't believe in coincidences though, and the fact Rebecca starts talking to me shortly after I find out I have a son and take him in…"

"Just see where it goes. If anything happens, you're a tough guy. And you can move into my house," she laughed at the thought.

"I'll hold you to it, you know."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you will."

Billy plopped himself down on Rebecca's couch. "So they seemed like a nice bunch of people."

"I'll agree to that."

"Ada and Wesker seem close."

"I guess? Nobody mentioned they were dating. She didn't seem to be on the defense or anything."

"She sat next to him," Billy pointed out.

"Okay, well that doesn't always mean everything."

"Yeah, I know."

"So, um, what did you think of Wesker?"

"His son is nice." She rolled her eyes. "And he seems pretty cool himself. Stop giving me that look, I'm not supposed to check out guys for you."

"I know, I know."

She sat down and leaned against him. "I'm so exhausted right now, not to mention stuffed."

He laughed. "Me too, doll face."

She flicked his shoulder. "I hate you sometimes," she mumbled. "Love you most of it though."

Author's Note: So I know I don't say what Rebecca is learning about Wesker n' stuff but I figured that she would talk about it in later chapters so...

How do you like Billy? *smiles*

I personally love Ada and Wesker as anything because their relationship can be anything you want because sure they sometimes hate each other but there's all this time where you have no idea what either of them are doing so yeah I don't know I just think they'd be friends. So. There. *rainbows*

Hope everyone is having a great day! Feel free to rip me apart in a review if you're having a bad one ;)

~HolleringHawk65