Hello, it is Wednesday, and I am back with a new update! I've been really into the relationship of Justin and Eli lately. And though this chapter is not about them, it focuses on the time when Justin splits up from his long term relationship with the father of his children, Sammy, to rekindle a relationship with Eli instead. I've always loved the relationship between James (Justin's father) and Sammy, though I've never written about it before! I think I had this idea a while before writing it. I enjoyed reading it back. I hope you enjoy it too :)

(Just a heads up: the beginning of this chapter features a short flashback of when Sammy overdoses on drugs, and there is a mention of potential death. The chapter mentions Sammy overcoming an addiction and James with his alcoholism.)

A hospital room. The pulse of machinery. Nurses and doctors bustling in and out. James held a tattoo etched hand within his own artwork adorned one, feeling the cold clamminess of the other person's digits as he brought that hand to his face.

His forehead pressed against the various squiggles of tattoos. He managed an exhale. He could feel a distant pulse.

The hospital room blurred around him. The machinery became white nose. The bustling of the nurses and doctors a haze. Justin was high in the sky on his flight home at that point. James somehow still needed to tell Jessie what had happened. Parents had been called and informed of the accident. They would be lucky to make it to the hospital that side of the day.

James tried to focus on the slippery skin pressing against his nose. Tried to tell himself that it was okay. The frail heart was still beating. After he let out a guttural, deep exhalation, words tumbled out of him.

He squeezed the tattooed hand with desperation.

"Please keep breathing." he encouraged, his own voice traveling into the air and becoming as much of a haze as everything else. "You're like a son to me." James croaked and then, his eyes squeezed violently shut as he could not believe he was uttering these words. This admission. "I can't lose someone else in this way."

Sammy did not know why he was thinking of this almost-forgotten dream that he had once had as he was walking – not driving for he needed a change – to the Morgan household for a catch up with James.

That day was long before he would realize that he was thinking of it for a reason. That it had edged into his mind because it served a purpose.

But like a great many things that came into his mind and tugged upon his heart during those cloudy days that he was then experiencing, he shoved it away for a later date. His hands disappeared into his pockets with the same motion.

Sammy kept on walking. Kept on moving forward. Eventually he arrived at his destination. James greeted him not long at all after he had rang the doorbell. He had pulled him into his arms, exactly how he had always done, not for a second longer or even a second shorter.

This was another observation that Sammy shoved away. Soon enough they were making small talk. James had offered him a coffee. Sammy had accepted so James had made it exactly how he liked it. Not as strongly as his brother took it and with a splash of milk. Whichever kind he had in the fridge. James had made himself herbal tea. Then they had moved over to the kitchen table and sat down.

Small talk continued. It was a mild Spring they were having, was it not? It would soon be Lent. And then Easter. Sammy did not want to think of the things he had already given up. But fortunately, they both continued to dance around each other in the way that they made casual conversation.

How was it in the new house? Sammy was settling in. Had he got all his posters hung up yet? He had not. Did Sammy need Jordan to come over and fix anything that was bothering him around the house? No. But it was a kind offer.

Did James need any help from him? Did the little ones need minding? Any extra help with their education? Could he help with any sprucing up of paint? He had always been handy with a paint brush.

A kind offer from Sammy. He was always so thoughtful, James often observed. Even amid the darkest pits of hell and the most excruciating corners of his mind, he without fail offered his help. He just wanted to be there. For James. For anybody. For people, whoever they were.

These days he had much more spare time. Was oftentimes at a loose end. Especially when the children were back home with...

Sammy clenched his jaw and tried to focus his attention on the warm coffee that James had kindly brewed for him. It was a lovely, comforting thing. But it was no miracle worker. And in the end, though Sammy had managed to push a name out of his mind, the peskiness of his brain started to focus on something else.

Home.

It was Justin's home still. It was the children's part time one when they were not living with him at his new house. But it was not Sammy's anymore. They had once bought it together and renovated it together and painted it together.

Their forever home.

Not so forever, huh?

The bitterness of the coffee effortlessly made its way across Sammy's features, souring his tongue. But James being James, saw it exactly for what it was. Why did he beat around the bush so much? What were they doing? What was with all the casual chat?

James took one more mouthful of soothing tea sweetened with a droplet of honey before pushing the mug away from him. He reached for Sammy, his warm hands breaking the distance with tattoo etched knuckles from the moment that he pushed his own cup away.

Sammy's own breath hitched in his throat from the moment that he felt the touch. Already so soothing and present. And these were not emotions or thoughts he could quite as easily shun from his body.

"How are you actually doing, Sammy?" James asked, his glasses catching the bright rays of the sun from the window belonging to the warm Spring that they were indeed having. That had not been a lie.

His mouth already pressed into a caring line, not all the way dimples appearing but little dents appearing in his aging skin.

Still holding his breath, eyes the shape of almonds belonging to Sammy could not help but drop down to where two of James' hands were clutching his forearm. In an instant, he thought about painting a much brighter picture for the other man. That things were okay. That no, it was not ideal, and it was weird getting used to a new place, but he was settling.

That everything happened for a reason, did it not? And that he trusted in somebody else's divine plan.

But lying was a sin. Lying to himself was something that he could not do. He had removed that from his body in the same way that he had fought his addiction all those years ago and still did every single day. Lying to James was something that he could do with even less ease.

They were born of the same stuff. Whatever that was. They had dealt with a lot of the same pain. And had numbed it in similar ways.

James might have been the father of the hole in his heart, but he was still a friend. Evidently so.

Sammy set an exhale free, and it was the kind that even he did not realize he had been holding onto and had been rattling around in his lungs. He looked around the kitchen that held for him too so many memories over the years as he answered.

"I have my moments." Sammy began. Although he could not lie, there was something about being back in the Morgan household that gave him a strange sense of brightness in his chest. And that he could not act like things were not downright rotten at times because of how many happy memories he had made there. "It's times like these where you really realize who your friends are."

He said so much without saying it at all. James nodded his head understandingly, finally breaking his clutch away from the younger man and deciding to warm his hands with his mug all over again. He did not take a sip until he had expressed his own sentiment.

Sammy was right. Any kind of heartache sometimes gives you bigger things to worry about when you realize that the people you expected to be there actually are not. And in the same breath, you are given a new lease of life when strangers become your magic stars, doing anything to help you.

Katie had been so wonderful. It was no secret that she struggled with change and all the circumstances had tied her stomach into knots, but she had always been a shoulder for Sammy to cry on. She had helped him make his new house a home in some ways. Her books now rested on his shelf. She had given him access to her DVDs when he had to sacrifice certain privileges to make ends meet.

Sammy's church had pulled him even closer to their core. He had prayed that they would not shun him. He did not know what he would have done if they had not held space for his emotions, for his heartache. He had already walked away from a community once before. He did not know if he had the strength to do it a second time now that he was a single father.

His mother had been an angel. Jennifer had always been his biggest cheerleader and since finding out about the separation she had come to see him every day. Reminded him that he was a good person. That he had tried. And that it would get better.

His father, Peter, had not surprised him with his lack of words sent across from Kalos. Sammy knew that he had never really liked Justin. And never really acted like he had. It was annoying, really. He would have loved him if he had been a friend. But he was so much more than that.

He was the love of his life.

Peter did not think there was much love lost. After all, Justin was the man who had encouraged his son to think that it was okay to have three children out of wedlock. And for one of those children to have a mother that was not quite a mother. She had given Layla up from the minute that she was born.

Sammy's expression began to harden in a whole new way at all the thoughts cascading through his mind. Fortunately, James chose this moment to be the one to find his own voice.

"Yes, it seems like pain is a virus that brings you companions, or it reveals those not really worth being in your life." James commented. Sammy could only nod. After his sip of tea, James put his mug down again and asked, his hand tousling through his own hair. "Really though." With these two words, James spelled it out. He needed to know if Sammy was suffering in silence. "You did a brave, selfless, and truly admirable thing. But it can't be easy."

James' voice quietened down at the end like a record fading out and anticipating the final spin. Sammy's eyelashes flickered. For some reason, he then thought how he wished that he could lie. But beyond that, he wished that he did not have to lie at all.

He longed to say that he was okay and that he meant it. To say that he had settled into his new house fine and it was beginning to feel like a home. That it did not break whatever was left of his heart every time he had to drop his children back to the other house – or have Justin pick them up and take them back to those walls that he had once been a part of.

But that was not the reality that they were all then in. He and Justin had broken up. Sammy had moved out. Things had changed. And Sammy had no choice but to accept the new reality or simply fall to ruin.

The deep sigh that punctuated Sammy's words told James even more than the words that he bravely managed to muster.

"So much of my life has been built around him." Sammy commenced, reaching down to the oak table for something to do and hoping to find some fraying bit of wood to pick at. But it was frustratingly smooth. "We've always been very on again off again and I guess my heart is waiting for the time that it's back on again." Reluctantly, Sammy drew his hand back to his own body. "It doesn't know that it's done."

This was a rare thing that James could not relate to. He was experienced in love and loss - and loss so intertwined with love that one could not tell where one thread ended and another began. He had to deal with it repeatedly when Lynne disappeared into thin air without a moment of warning.

James had had relationships sever – but real bonds that were a part of him just as much as his own skin – had always lasted. Had always come back again at least once. He had never been divorced. Justin and Sammy had not exchanged vows but their relationship had been a stint of nine years so they might as well have.

James knew what it was like to clasp hands at the altar. To fall in love and to have children. Knew what it took to be in a relationship. Knew what it meant to be a husband. A partner. A husband and partner simultaneously.

But he did not know what it was like to really wave goodbye to a partnership filled with longevity. To no longer wake up next to the other parent of your children.

James found his thumb falling into his mouth as his elbow rested on the table. His childhood etiquette lessons were long forgotten as he spoke through biting on the bone of his thumb, melancholy eyes locking onto Sammy.

He could not harden them even if he tried.

"Is it done?" he found these words making a break away from him before he could stop them. His solemness was contagious as Sammy bravely, albeit dewily met his eyes in return. "Don't get me wrong, I know he's with Eli now but..." For a split second, James' head twitched from side to side, but Sammy did not have the time to wonder what this meant. To wonder whether he even approved of his son's choices. "That... relationship... has been on and off too. Who's to say that this time is the time things will stick?"

James would go on to regret these words. Not at the kitchen table. Not in front of Sammy. But at some point. He did not like to second guess his children's choices. And it was not like he disapproved. It was just that he knew as much as anybody that sometimes things just did not last. And problems that his son had run into with Eli a handful of years ago were not going to be resolved just because one of them was five years older.

Sammy knew that James was not being bitter behind his son's back. Doing anything of the kind was a scarcity for him. He was not going to begin a new habit there and then. And though he had managed to push away the desire to read a little more into his words anyway, he did not manage to hold his expressions back and even less his words.

His own elbow planted on the irritatingly smooth oak of the table, and he ran his tattoo etched palm over his throbbing forehead before his own digits found solace on his head, lightly tugging at the roots of his own hair.

For some reason, out of bravery as much as anything to do, Sammy's mouth twitched closer to his cross earring adorned ear. But it disappeared as quickly as it had presented itself. And words took the gestures place.

"Even if Eli wasn't part of the equation, then us walking away from each other was still going to be the right choice." Sammy spoke. It did not grow lost on either of them that he had managed to spell out his replacements name but not the father of his children's. "Things just... stopped working between us. And it's not like we didn't try. We tried for nearly a decade." Sammy gulped and quickly dropped his hand from his hair and skimmed it along the table in case an imperfection existed for him to play with after all. "But we've always been one beat out of sync with each other."

This was a tough thing to admit. James listened, his thumb still resting close to his lips and his eyes laced with the kind of unfalsifiable empathy that caused Sammy to need to look away.

He wished that things were not that way. Wished that it were not the truth. But it was.

They had been on the same page at the beginning. Justin was inexperienced and wanted to learn and grow in love. Sammy was older and disillusioned, and Justin's curiosity filled him with a new lease of life.

Sammy's heart leapt out of his body noticing that his veins bled musical notes. He was so dedicated to where he wanted to go. It was attractive. He did not mind being second best. And then as time went on, he suddenly did.

Sammy wanted to rent a place together. Justin wanted to make a new album. Sammy wanted to buy a house. Justin wanted to go on tour. Sammy wanted children. Justin did too. But not yet. He still had things to say and people to connect to with his music.

In a bizarre twist of fate for a couple of years after Jayden and Katie had a child, Justin suddenly realized that this prospect that was ordinary and yet filled with magic was a dream of his too. They had started to beat to the same drum. Rings were not exchanged, but they fostered and eventually adopted two children. They had a daughter too.

That had changed everything. That really had altered everything. James wanted to know why with the question that he then asked, his thumb finally falling away from his mouth.

"But how?" James began. Sammy, who had been tracing a finger along the wood of the table was forced to look up, wondering what he meant with these two, undetectable words. James clarified, lifting his hand to tousle with his hair again. "From my point of view, things were good for you guys. I mean, don't get me wrong, you've always had your moments much like me and Jess but..." his voice started to waver as Sammy managed longer eye contact. "Why after ten years is enough - enough?"

In hindsight, James confesses to me that he has a suspicion why it happened when it did. Blaming himself for things was something that he had tried to cut out at the same time as he had removed alcohol from his life. But he could not help but think that it was partly his fault. If his decisions had not impacted Sammy, then they had certainly impacted Justin.

But Sammy had his own answer. And he surprised himself how promptly he found it, deciding to run his hands along the artwork on his arms rather than the table that was clearly going to offer him no distraction.

"Because." he gave himself time to word his sentences in the correct way. "When I was in Kalos it seemed to me that Justin was already filling the gap that I left with other things. Not even with Eli. Just things. I can't explain it." But it seemed like Sammy could explain it. His last words quietly came but they resonated with James as much as a siren-like scream in his ears. "I don't know. You just know when it's time to go."

These words knocked the wind out of James though he tried his best and he succeeded in being composed from the outside. His glittered with how deeply Sammy's words struck a chord with him but his body did not move much apart from his fingers breaking the distance with his strands of hair.

He began reaching for Sammy all over again, this time his touch not warmed from his cup of tea. But his touch was equally as present, and it was caring as his entire hand on his right side wrapped around the younger male's wrist, acknowledging that he had now said a name.

The name that belonged to the thorn in his side. The hole in his heart. The bleeding, oozing wound that would never heal.

James voiced his words softly.

"You've always been incredibly selfless and brave, Sammy." he told him with not an ounce of falsified sincerity and then his fingers unhooked from his patterned wrist, and he paternally stroked the top of his forearm before letting go.

Sammy's dark eyes became like soil in a rainstorm as he heard the words and felt the emotions washing like a wave over him, but he did not have the capacity to sit with these emotions. He had been touched when James had invited him for a cup of tea or a coffee. Truthfully, he did not know how many of those he had left.

He let this be known with what he said next and with the way that he wanted to move the conversation onto better things. Lighter things. Perhaps if it was their last then they should connect. But Sammy did not wish to have any regret. He already had plenty of those rattling around in the chambers of his heart.

"Tell me what's going on with you, anyway, James." Sammy started, different words spilling out of him and along with it a counterfeit energy. But if he stuck with it, he knew that it would become real. He painted a smile across his youthful face and reached for his coffee. "I want to know from you. I'm not ready to just hear about you from my brother quite yet."

Sammy raised his cup to his lips, and he took a mouthful of coffee, smiling right up to the rim touching against his lips. But then it was like as he gulped the brew down, he swallowed his sadness along with it.

Meanwhile, for a rare occasion, James was filled with confusion. And he expressed it with his gestures as much as his words as, across the table from Sammy, he tilted his head to the one side and crossed his arms, resting them on the table between them.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, a knot plaiting his eyebrows together about an inch above the nose piece of his glasses.

Soon enough, Sammy enlightened him, putting the coffee cup down. But he showed that he was still not ready to move away from it entirely by the way that he thumbed the handle while he spoke to the other man. His smile was back etching across his face. But it was not as permanent as both their tattoos were.

His shoulders shrugged. He, however, knew exactly what he meant.

"Well, unfortunately, soon enough our crossing of paths will be when we meet up and the children are involved, and it'll be for birthdays and parties and things like that." Sammy tried to paint the picture as light-heartedly as he could. But something made its way into his throat, and it was not bitterness from the residue of coffee or otherwise. "Think about it. You'll be sharing social visits like this with Eli soon."

Sammy tried to smile and show James that he deserved being labelled brave. Meanwhile, James had to fight to hide his grimace!

Immediately, he considered asking Sammy why he believed that would be the case. But in the end, he decided to use this to get the ball rolling. They really needed to stop beating around the bush.

Truthfully, James had considered Sammy's thoughts as well. Had feared them. He had invited Sammy over because he wanted to make sure he was okay. But he was hoping this conversation would come up too.

There was no time like the present. James drew his cooled mug back into his own hands for something to do. He needed something to hold while addressing Sammy.

"Well..." James started. Sammy's mouth went dry. He suddenly did not know how he was going to concoct another smile again. "I was hoping that he could talk about that."

He kept his words simple. Kept his tone even simpler, even though that was not much of an effort as his voice only usually inflected when he was excited. But Sammy partially needed to hear something new from James. Something different.

What was usually a tone of voice like a reliable open road suddenly belonged to a robot. Sammy sensed distance like that of a road stretching between them both.

The white-hot anxiety of the realization that he had pushed the conversation into something he did not feel ready for greeted him. It was over, was it not? It was their last meeting already. He would not have time to prepare to lose James as well.

It was too late. And it was his own fault for trying to make things casual again.

"Talk about what?" Sammy's instinct was to play dumb. He did not even need to try to mirror James' tone. It naturally came out of him while he drew his own mug closer to him.

Because of the deep and dark blackness of the cup that he had been given, it had retained its heat a lot better than James'. But he still longed to shiver. Once he heard James' words, he did not think that he would feel warm again.

He had already lost so much.

"Well..." James tried to begin. Why did he have to keep doing that?! A forgotten wave of frustration that was like a sick, unwelcomed old friend threatened to bubble in Sammy's stomach and his temple with impatience. "You're like a son to me."

It was becoming a common thing that James' words were keeping things simple though no doubt his imaginative self, had the power to create a far more elaborate picture. And though his tone was still level, still flat, and the way his eyes searched for Sammy's behind his glasses was filled with earnestness. His eyes spoke nothing but the truth.

Somehow, Sammy was not expecting this and although the sentiment was welcomed – it was not like he had not heard it before – his stomach was laced with the acidic fear that he thought their bond was ending. Knew their bond was ending.

He tried to be equally as sincere. But adrenaline was beginning to brew in his guts as well like a potion.

"Well, I feel the same." Sammy said hurriedly. He, however, could not forget the previous point that he himself had made. He reiterated it. "But you have someone new to feel like a son and-"

James cut Sammy off. His words cut like a knife. With their gentleness.

Sammy was sure going to miss how considerate he could be with his assertiveness. After a lifetime of growing up with sternness it was sure a breath of fresh air.

"Could I please finish?" James asked, his eyes still fair and glittering. Sammy could only nod. James ran a slow hand from his forehead to the parting of his hair in the seconds before he found his voice. "I know that it's a lot to ask. And I don't want to tie you to things you'd rather move on from but..." But what? Sammy would soon find out that James' affection had a whole other layer. "I would very much like to still have the times that we've always had. It would break my heart not to have it, y'know? To tell you the truth, you are a piece of my heart. And I can't imagine not having your company in this way."

Sammy needed to take a few moments of breathing to himself to compose himself and James allowed him that. With his eyes, he spoke even more. He told him that he would respect his decision if he did not want to. That he just wanted to be around for him and still have him around for him in return. Wanted to see him happy. He more than anything wanted to see him discover happiness again.

Time passed and was measured by the ticking of the clock on the wall. James drained his mug for something to do. Sammy composed himself.

Though he wanted to throw his arms around the moment and say yes, he had gotten used to keeping a lot of emotions at a distance to protect his own heart.

Because of this, he decided to proceed gingerly. He had not stopped mirroring James' tone of voice.

"I... The thought of not having this has lost me almost as much sleep as walking away from Justin." Sammy admitted. Immediately, James' mouth pressed into that caring line all over again. It was a default setting for him. "But I can't ask that of Justin." James' eyebrows drew together, perplexed. "He shared you with me enough when we together so I couldn't do that now. I mean, what would he say?"

James was not usually so quick with his words. He was not usually so self-assured either. But truthfully, I still imagine that he had to fight to come across this way. I think that he was just being honest.

Well, mostly. He spared Sammy the detail that he had already spoken to his son about it.

His mouth moved from that tender line and quirked closer to his earlobe on the one side of his face. His arm, however, rose to roam through his hair all over again.

"I imagine that Justin thinks that he's taken enough away from you already so would be happy for us to continue the way we always have." James said as carefully as he could, his hand hovering in mid-air after it had departed his hair, hesitating, before the flat touch of his palm rested on Sammy's forearm all over again.

Sammy's eyes dropped to the contact. He took a deep breath inwards and outwards as he concentrated on absorbing the words. And while he did not have the capacity to become undone with them in the way that he could have done if things were different, he still smiled emotionally as he nodded.

Eventually, he touched James over the hand that was touching him. He kept his words short. But that was okay. They were committing to having more days together just like they always had done.

"Okay." Sammy said in a tone just a level above a whisper but the way that his hand did not leave from being over James' one told the older man everything that he needed to know.

It told James that he could spill his own words out of him and for Sammy to hear. They started off intelligibly. But along with the affection that he displayed to the younger male, they only grew warmer in time.

"Come here." James encouraged, touching Sammy at the back of his neck before he craned across the table and Sammy did the same, not hesitating to rest himself against his chest and even bury his closed eyes against his shoulder. James reiterated in a whisper. "I must make peace with you not being my son-in-law." Sammy twitched. The volcano was about to erupt imminently. "But nothing could stop you from feeling like my son."

And with that, and with the way that James' hand did not stop massaging the back of Sammy's neck before trailing down, caringly rubbing his back through his t-shirt, Sammy could not hold onto things any longer. He began to stiflingly cry against James' shoulder but as the paternal touch did not falter, he felt able to go with his emotions no matter how powerful they were.

Soon enough, his body was shaking so much that James had to leave his seat and move closer to Sammy to embrace him. But he did not mind. Though tears threatened to prick his own eyes, he held space for his emotions and held him in his arms and did not stop caring for him.

Sammy had been so brave. So selfless. James felt thankful that he could come undone in his arms and clearly felt that it was a safe space to do so.

Despite this, once the roaring of the emotions had subsided just that little bit enough to talk, Sammy broke the distance between his crying eyes and James' sodden t-shirt with his own eyes, and he had apologized before croaking out more words.

James had immediately shaken his own head. But then he knew he had to listen.

"I... I've never had a dad like you. Never had a dad like Justin has." Sammy hiccupped, trying to meet James' eyes with puddling ones of his own before giving up, squeezing them tightly shut and collapsing back against his shoulder.

He did not have the capacity to talk anymore. But he did have the capacity to listen. To be soothed with words. Thankfully, James had the right words to say. He just had to speak from his heart. He just had to let Sammy know.

He just had to let him know how much love he really had in his heart for him.

"You really are so much a part of me, Sammy." James began, emotion catching his own throat and thickening his tone. He forwent telling him all the ways in which they were connected. Would always be connected. Sammy had other words that he needed to hear. "You are going to be just fine." he whispered.

And James was right. Sammy was going to be fine.

Not immediately. And of course, not permanently because that is impossible when you are ailed with being a human. But James was right about that very thing. In the end, Sammy built a whole new life with the ruins of the one that he had once had with Justin.

And in time, it became even further and further from being a rose-tinted hope when Justin and Sammy had told their children that they were better off being friends. They discovered that they were. The love they shared glittered from behind their eyes. They loved more patiently. More outwardly. It did not matter anymore that they moved to different rhythms. It worked perfectly with the lives that they went on to have.

Nothing lasts forever. That is both such a liberating and scary concept. But if you can be brave enough to walk away and to stand up in the face of change then, I believe, that you can conquer anything.

In the end, however, one thing that did last was the impression that this moment in time left on me. All my dear friends leave imprints on my heart. Sometimes scars. But no matter what, each little moment is always remembered. And in their own way, treasured.

I would not be me without these tales. How wonderful for us all to be kept alive through story. And memory. And in love. No matter what kind it begins as. And no matter what transformation it goes through. What it ends as.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :) As much as I love a little romance, I do enjoy writing about relationships like this. Given that Justin and Sammy were in a relationship on and off again for nearly ten years, James really does see him as another son. I think he probably felt that way about him early into the relationship! James and Sammy do have striking similarities to each other. I think one of the reason that Justin holds onto their relationship for so long - perhaps for too long - is because he does not want to end up like his parents. He respects Jessie and James' choices in marriage - and loves his dad's relationship with his partner, Lynne - but for a long time he wants to have just one long term relationship and stay with the man that he has kids with. It takes bravery on both sides for them to separate. And for Justin to realise that someone other than Sammy awaits him :) Thanks again for reading and I will be back next Wednesday with another chapter. I hope to see you then!

Amy signing out :3