Walking through the Front Door of the Off-white House on the top of Hill, Benji turned around to look out at the Nearly Fading sun, The orange glow began to cover the scenery around the House, The porch light was on, Amy was excepting him back late. He put his hand on the door knob turning it slightly, the door creaked open and he slowly walked in.

"Benji?" Amy called from the Kitchen, "Yea Ames" He replied shutting the door and walking towards the Kitchen, Peeking his head into the dimly lit room and smiling at the sight before him. Amy was standing against one of the Cabinet, leaning on her elbows, she smiled to him standing up straight and walking towards him. "How was it?" Amy asked biting her bottom lip and looking into his eyes, "Pretty Good, I guess, I had to get some things off my chest" Benji answered looking away from Amy, he knew if he was to look once into her eyes he would fall in love again.

"Where's Jagger?" Benji asked trying to start a new conversation and hoping Amy would follow into it, "In his room taking a little nap" Amy replied, "What did you have to get off your chest?" Amy asked sounding concerned her eyes focusing on Benji, He cursed under his breath and turned towards her, "Something.. Something that I never thought I'd do, Something Deryck would have hated" Benji replied looking towards the ground.

"What?" Amy said sounding worried as she walked to Benji, touching his shoulder and wrapping her sleek Muscular Arm around his firm waist. "Its hard to me to say this, I don't know how your going to react" Benji said truthfully letting his own arm wrap itself around Amy's waist pulling her close to him, breathing in her celestial smell.

"I love you" He blurted out, hoping that his simple words held even answers, "You what?" Amy replied, shocked at what he had just said, "I love you" He repeated, keeping his eyes away from Amy and looking towards the Doorway, "Well Benji, If you love me, You should at least look at me" She smile evily raising a hintful curl of her lip.

He slowly turned his head towards her, His Five Foot Nine Inch Frame matched up perfectly to Amy's, Wrapping his arm around her he pulled her into him, Breathing her in, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his, She looked into his Pale Blue eyes, Her teeth flashing in and out of her mouth, biting nervously on her bottom lip. She smiled softly before kissing his lips slightly bringing to it the least amount of pressure.

Breaking their in tuned Kiss moments later and again looked into the eyes of the man who had brought a new breath into her life, and Man who throughout out the Strangest of Conditions managed to bring everything together, The man who Two years ago she thought nothing more of then a Brother-in-law, was now standing before her with a Love Sick gaze to his eyes, confessing his love to her.

"Benji" She whispered gently into his ears, He looked to her, His eyes answering her, giving her the completeness she longed for, the comfort she cried out for, and the love she needed, "I love you too" She replied kissing him again, this time more Passionately, as if they were lovers who were banished from each others arms only to find their way back.

As simple as that, it was said. Love was confessed and Love was Confirmed, neither knew if this would lead to anything, but right then all they knew was each other, all they felt was each other. Although to their surprise in the door way of the Kitchen stood Jagger, with a satisfied smile on his small face and a glint in his eyes as he watched the only two people he knew to trust and to love, hold each other.

Turning away from the scene in the Kitchen, Jagger's tiny feet lead him up the steps, Silently marched up each step trying not to make any noise what so ever, Stopping at the top of the stairs he sat down and looked straight out into the Hallway, To Amy's room, without thinking he walked slowly into her room, With the light already on he managed to walk to her nightstand without tripping over anything.

That's when he saw it, a Small Gold Plated Picture Frame, with a Picture in it. Not just any picture, It was his Family, His now Complete Family. Placing his Fingers over the Frame he carried it out of the room and tucked it under his arm as he walked back into his room, Sliding into Bed, he placed the Small frame on the side of the bed, smiling to the Picture of the Thin young man with Spiked Black Hair holding an Infant Baby. His Family was down in that Kitchen. Yawning loudly he rubbed his eyes and tucked the picture in his arms as he drifted off to sleep, knowing his family.

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