"Mommy could you make Benji my father?" The words of the small child rang out in her head, His voice was Innocent and full of hope, Amy tired to shake his voice out of her head, She couldn't make Benji his father, She couldn't put Benji into that frame of mind, Sure she thought about him in different ways, after Deryck died she used to Imagine that Benji was Deryck just to get her through the day. Now a Year later by most accounts she has moved on, She thought she had even though it was apparent to her Four Year old son how Amy felt.

She walked down the Hallway of the Fourt-teen room house she and Deryck once owned, Stopping at the last door in the Hallway, Benji's room. She put her hand on the solid oak door waiting a few seconds before actually knocking, She knew he would be sitting on his bed holding Deryck's guitar strumming notes softly and singing to himself, He did it every night.

Knocking quickly at the door she stood back as it opened and Benji slowly came into view, Clad in Long Gray dickies shorts he shirt lay on the Ground by his Closet. Just as she thought the Guitar was laid out on his bed with pieces of Paper, Songs most likely thrown around. He smiled warmly to her, He chest rose and fell with every breath he took as he stepped out of the way enough to let her into the room.

"I have to talk to you" She stated holding back any emotions and managing to sound half way normal. "Sure Ames" He replied a little bit confused but willing to listen. Amy walked towards his bed and sat down near the Headboard, "Its about Jagger" She looked down at the Guitar picking it up and resting it on her lap. "What about him?" Benji asked sitting down next to her on the bed. "He wanted me to make you his Father" Amy replied wiping a tear away from her eye before Benji had the chance to see it, "Oh" Benji replied looking towards the ground.

"Why is this so Hard Benji?" Amy asked leaning her head on his shoulder, "No one ever said it was going to be easy Amy" Benji took her hand in his, "I know but I can't tell him what Happened to his father, It well ruin him" Amy buried her face deeper into his shoulder, Benji out of Instinct placed his arm around her, pulling her closer. "Ames you know I'll be right there for you, if you need me" Benji replied looking into Amy's eyes.

"Thanks Benj" Amy replied yawning a little and Kissing his forehead. "Any time Amy" Benji replied putting his arms out her and moving his Guitar to the end of the bed, giving them room. "But you know Ames, Tomorrow is another day" Benji yawned as Amy shook her head in Agreement. "You think Der would like the way Jagger is turning out?" Benji asked starring at the ceiling, "Of course Benji, I think your proving yourself to Deryck" Amy smiled.

Moments of silence past and Benji looked to his left to find the sleeping form of Amy laying gracefully on the bed, She looks to perfect to move, he told himself. Turning to his side he looked at his Alarm clock, it was already past Eleven, Rubbing his eyes he reached over and shut the light of for his room, Listening to the sounds of Amy's shallow breathing as he wandered into sleep.

*Next Morning*

Jagger woke up early, the next morning the sun had just begun its ascent into the sky when he rolled out of his bed and walked quickly through his room, Stepping into the Hallway he looked towards Benji's room seeing that the door was opened just enough for him to sneak in.

Tiptoeing into the room Jagger stood against the wall and looked up at Benji's bed, His back was towards Jagger, Making him just that much more curios, Walking to the foot of the Benji is glanced over the Foot Rest to see the sleeping form of His Mother of Benji, Wrapped up in each other's arm he saw for the first time what he knew always dwelled somewhere, Using his strength he pulled himself onto the bed and crawled up the middle, resting his head on the Small portion of Pillow that neither one occupied, Facing his mother Jagger dug himself under the covers and soon fell back asleep, feeling in his mind that this was right.

Benji lifted his eyes the slightest amount, letting the warm light cast over his vision rubbing his eyes with his hands a Smile fell upon his face looking next to him, seeing the figures of Jagger and Amy still laying in a Perfect slumber. Benji pulled the covers over Jagger's body covering him up to his shoulders, Smiling to himself as he shut his eyes again.