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"I'm going to bed soon but wanted to let you know I fixed you a plate and put it in the fridge."

"Ok.", Christian murmurs, barely even acknowledging my presence in the study. I linger a few more seconds before padding to the doorway. His eyes keep going back and forth between his phone and the computer screen but never once at me. I could let how I'm feeling go, yet I decide to not hold my feelings in.

"I wish my husband could've pried himself from his study long enough to have dinner with me. I didn't enjoy staring at an empty chair." He finally tears his eyes from the computer and looks up at me. "And before you accuse me of being back on the working too much bandwagon, know that I'm not."

"You're not?", he smirks.

"No, I'm not. I'm simply wanting you to have food in your stomach. Is that so wrong?", I ask as he stands and walks towards me.

"It's not wrong. The truth is I wanted to have dinner with you, but my lack of concentration made it difficult to get these files sorted." He brushes my hair from my shoulders and smiles. "If only Chief Collins would hurry up and call." Even though Christian told Chief Collins what Barney and Welch had found out, there's been no update in the egging of Mia's food truck.

"I'm sure he'll call soon. He probably wants to make everything is in order." I link my hand in Christian's and pull him from the study. "Oliver hasn't been down long. Would you like to look in on him before you eat?" He answers by reversing our bodies and guiding me upstairs to Oliver's nursery. Our precious little boy is sleeping peacefully. The glow from the nightlight helps me see the tears falling from Christian's eyes. "What's wrong?", I whisper.

"Nothing. I'm just emotional from watching Oliver.", he says. Several minutes later, we make our way out of the nursery and into the hallway. "I'm going to heat up my plate, but you should go on to bed." He kisses me and starts walking towards the stairs, but I keep holding on to his hand.

"I'd like to for you to tell me the real reason for your tears because I can feel there's more going on with you."

"Ok. Let's go downstairs and talk."

"This carrot cake is good. You should have some but only after you finish your other food.", I smile while waving my fork.

"Yes Mom.", Christian laughs and then clears his throat. "You were right when you said there was more going on with my tears. It's also one of the reasons why I work so much. I haven't always led a life that's worth being proud of, but I'm trying my best to make up for it. I want to be someone who Oliver and our other little miracle will be proud of."

"Christian, they are proud of you.", I say. "You could have any job in the world, and our kids would still be proud. You don't have to work and work just to prove it. Just telling Oliver you're on your way home makes him smile. He and this baby love you." I lay my hand on my stomach. "I love you. In case you didn't know, I'm also proud of you."

"I'm sorry for not opening up to you sooner.", he murmurs.

"You did now, and that's what matters. Since you were forthcoming, I believe you deserve a treat. You can have some carrot cake." I get up and get the cake from the counter, placing it on a small plate. "You even get your own slice."

"Why thank you." He happily takes the cake from me. "It looks delicious."

"Considering I've had three pieces already, I'll say it's very delicious." Christian starts bringing his fork towards his mouth but stops when his phone rings. He does a quick look at the screen and then at me. "Chief Collins?"

"Yeah.", he replies as he puts his fork down and answers the call. "Chief Collins, hello." I pick up his fork and feed him a bite of the cake while he listens to Chief Collins. "I see. That doesn't make it ok for what they did. Yes. I appreciate your help. Thank you." He ends the call and rubs the back of his neck. "Chief Collins took it upon himself to go to Glen Matlock's house where he informed about Mr. Matlock that his truck was used in the egging. Mr. Matlock said his son, Patrick, has been driving the truck since he bought a newer model."

"Ok. What else?"

"Glen Matlock's wife, Wendy, came home three weeks ago and told her husband she was in love with another man who she was planning on moving in with. Since she left, she's only called to talk to her son once. Patrick's grades have been suffering, and his father feels that he's become distant. What happened to Mia's truck is still unacceptable, but I feel bad for the kid. He had his life turned upside down by his mom leaving."

"I was younger when my parents split, yet I know how hard it is to have your family disrupted like that. One of the things I enjoyed was having breakfast with my mom and dad. It felt like the best way to get the day going. Then one morning I didn't have both of them there, and it took a long time for things to feel somewhat ok again.", I say as I recall my childhood. "So I also feel bad for Patrick."

"I have to admit I no longer have any anger towards what the egging.", Mia says the next day while we sit in her living room. Even though her food truck business is a success, she decided to take a day off and rest. "I'm still upset, but I now have more understanding of what happened and why." With Oliver in her lap, she tries to smooth down a piece of his hair that's sticking up on top. "Little man, Aunt Mia is doing her best to fix your hair, but I don't think I can get it to stay."

"You're doing the same thing I do almost every morning. It's a battle.", I giggle. "Back to the egging, I hope Patrick Matlock can somehow find peace in his life."

"I do too. What's sad is how his mom has seemingly brushed her own son off. Teens often want to act independent, but they still need their parents. I remember going through a phase when I was about sixteen. All of my friends were getting longer curfews and getting to go to go to parties which my parents forbade me from attending. I wasn't happy at first, and then one night I got over it. A few of my friends went to a party being thrown at a college frat house. I was once again not allowed to go, but the party ended up getting so out of control that the police were called. My friends' parents finally woke up and realized their kids were partying too much, and I realized my parents were only looking out for me."

"That's just one of the details in parenting. Hopefully what took place with Patrick will help get him back on track. It could even be what's needed for his mom to see the error of her ways." Mia waves a hand at Oliver's hair which is no longer sticking up. "Aunt Mia did it."

"What can I say. I've got skills.", she shrugs.