Pete and I have been back home for almost a month now. We talked to management and agreed we will go on tour for the summer which is in a month. Crow has gained more weight and seems more happy which makes me very proud. Saint and Declan are slowly starting to learn how to stand up and walk a little bit. Only like two steps then plopping down. Bronx has been Bronx.

"Hey gorgeous" Pete said as he walked in the kitchen while I was making dinner. I had told Clark to take a vacation. I feel like he's always here. I some what want him to visit his family. Maybe even meet someone.

"Hey" I said watching as he hopped on the counter with a beer in hand.

"So I was just talking to Crow" he said. I nodded my head as I stirred the food. "He's having one of his bad days. He thinks he's worthless with no talent"

"And you said?" I asked. Pete always have a difficult time trying to find the right words to not offend him.

"I of course told him he's not. Told him how he has so much talent. More then I will ever have" I nodded my head again. Seems like he said the right thing this time. "I was thinking maybe we should buy a night for a art gallery for him"

"He paints?" I said turning to him again.

"Yeah. That room that's always locked is where he always paints. Edge said they're really good. Maybe if we do this he will finally realize that he's talented and important"

"But... Pete I don't know. If we do this I feel people will just go to see us" I said looking at with uncertainty.

"How bout we get the place and then we do nothing else. We tell him about us getting the space then tell him he has to get people in. We won't say anything about it so fans won't go just to met us. If it will make you feel better we won't even go"

"But I want to go to see his work and be supportive" I said turning off the stove top.

"Good then I'm going to tell him the plan" he said running upstairs. I shook my head as heard my husband trip over God  knows what. Maybe his own feet.

Next Day
Crow had agreed to the plan and Pete had found a place. It was a indie like art gallery and it was pretty cheap. Tonight Pete and I are going out with Crow and Edge. Pete had got some tickets to Rancid's concert in town so it is going to be so much fun.

"Hey Dad" Crow said coming into the room already dressed. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a bunch of holes in them and his Rancid version of Pete's Metallica shirt. "Can I get your opinion on something?"

"Of course" I said putting my fedora on. He gestured for me to follow him and he lead me down the hall. He pulled out some keys and started unlocking the door that's always lock. Oh my god! He's going to show me his work. He opened the door and just stood there. He tilted his head as a way of saying go in.

I walked in and looked around in awe. There was paintings and drawings everywhere. There was a desk and a easel. There was a stool and a chair with wheels. I walked around looking at all the paintings. They seemed pretty dark. One caught my eye though. It was a picture of a kid looking down with his hoodie up. You couldn't see his face though.

"That's you" he said. I turned to see him giving me a shy smile. "I painted it the day I met you. I had looked you up and find this picture of you. It was similar to this painting, but you can see your face. It was a expression that no will understand, but I could. It was look of being in love, but missing them. A hint of hurt and anger. I knew that had to be the moment you realized you loved my Dad. I would of painted your expression, but I knew no one would understand. So I painted it black. That way people would question how this human felt" I just looked at him in awe.

"What?" Crow asked noticing the look on my face.

"You always say you're not talented, but that speech just shouted talent. You can understand people, but leave people wondering. I'm proud of you Crow. I'm proud to call you my son" I said feeling like crying.

"I'm proud to say you're my Dad" he said. I laughed and hugged him. "So you like my work"

"I love them Crow. I think everyone will want to buy your work. I would" he smiled and quietly said thanks.

"I'm gonna check to see if Edge is ready" he said. I nodded and we walked out. I noticed that he didn't lock it.

~~~Skip To The Concert~~~

Pete and I were on the balcony of the place and Crow and Edge were in the mosh pit. I was against the rail and Pete was behind me with his arms around my waist. We were singing along and throwing our fist in the air. I took a picture of the stage and cautioned it, 'And we danced, we danced to Rancid'. I turn to see Pete smiling at my post. I kissed him and smiled as I saw out of the corner of my eye of him taking a picture of us. He posted it with, 'You're always my favorite record'.