Leesha and David sat together in the lounge, the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock counting down the slow agonizing minutes. David's phone rang and he picked it up quickly. "Hello...Yes, it is...when? Okay, thank you very much." He hung up and rubbed his tired eyes.

"Who was that?" Leesha asked, reaching over to massage her husband's stiff neck.

"Onstar. They said the car just passed into Colts Neck," David replied, letting his head hang forward. "He's gotten into shit before but stealing the car...fuck babe, he's never done that..."

"That you know of," she whispered. "This is the first time it's been your best friend's daughter involved."

David groaned and slid sideways into his wife's arms. "Is it bad I'm not even angry? Just a bit disappointed?"

Leesha tangled her fingers in David's blonde curls and kissed his forehead. "It's not bad. You've got control over your temper which I'm very proud of...even though I could whack his little ass right now."

They sat and talked quietly until they saw movement on the security monitor. "Looks like our little jailbird is home," David commented lamely. Leesha slapped his arm lightly and they shared a kiss as the garage door could be heard.

The door opened silently and Ethan stopped dead when he saw his parents on the couch. "Mom...Dad. What brings you two down here so late?" He asked with an innocent smile.

"Funny...we were gonna ask you the same thing," Leesha said, crossing her legs and arms. "Come in. Sit down...relax..."

"I would but school tomorrow...don't wanna be late for--"

"I said...sit...now." Ethan noticed his mom had taken on the same tone she had with David, and it was a tone he wasn't about to argue with. "Give the keys to Daddy."

Ethan handed David the Navigator keys and sunk into the couch opposite. "Have a nice drive to the Highlands?" David asked, reaching hold Leesha's hand. "...and keep in mind I already know where it was, so you may wanna think your next words over carefully."

"Dad, can I just start by saying I'm sorry for taking your car?" Ethan took a deep breath and slid down the sofa closer to his parents. "I know I should have asked but Scooby was really upset and needed someone. I didn't have the heart to say no."

Leesha and David exchanged a look of curiosity and doubt. "D, will you get me more wine please?" Leesha asked and watched her husband disappear into the kitchen. "Ethan, as sweet as that sentiment is, there's still no excuse for sneaking out of the house and taking the car." She glanced up as David slipped out the door into the garage, presumably to check for anything out of the usual.

"I know, Mom. I'm prepared to take any punishment you and Dad see fit," Ethan replied, a little too eagerly.

David came back in and gave his wife a perked eyebrow, waving his hand in front of his face. "Add on another week to your grounding and 6 pm curfew. Plus...zero car privileges. You'll take the bus to school for the next month," Leesha laid out.

"The bus? C'mon, Mom. Only nerds ride the bus. Can I at least ride with Dan?" Ethan asked, attempting to negotiate.

"You heard your Mom," David interjected, "and that's final. Now go to bed."

Ethan growled to himself and stormed upstairs, slammed his door shut. Leesha sighed then turned to David. "Babe, what was with that face earlier? You acted like someone had just farted," she said with a small chuckle.

"Come with me, darlin', and allow me to show you," David replied with a bow and held out his hand. He led Leesha out into their garage and unlocked the Navigator. "Open the door. What's the first thing that hits you?"

She grinned at David and opened the driver's door, sniffing and wrinkling her nose. "Smells like the playroom after we've been in it. Didn't you just get it cleaned a couple days ago?" David nodded at Leesha's question. "And he's only been with...oh shit!"

"Oh shit indeed," David relented.

"Not one word of this to Jon or Julie," Leesha told him and turned to go back into the house.

"Would it be wrong of me to say 'that's my boy'?"

Leesha threw David a look over her shoulder. "That couldn't be more obvious. Just don't say that in front of Jon."

*~*The Next Morning*~*

David was hold up in his office for most of the day, sitting at his keyboard and laying down orchestration for his musical. His writing partner, Joe DiPietro, was on skype with him and working out any kinks in the lyrics and story.

His phone rang and jumped him, hands making an unpleasant sound on the ivory keys. "Fuck me!" He picked up as Joe was laughing at the outburst, turning on speakerphone. "Hey, Johnny..."

"Keep your fucking kid away from my daughter!" Jon screamed through the phone.

"Good morning to you too, Sunshine," David replied and causing Joe to laugh harder.

He could hear Jon heavy breathing and his growl, "Don't give me that shit, fucker!"

"Do I dare ask what I did to you?" David had been best friends which Jon since they were 16, and always said that Jon had a horseshoe jammed in his ass but that he was holding onto it, getting shit on himself in the process. But for fucksake, he wasn't the one who told Ari to sneak out of the house and he wasn't about to take shit for what his spawn had done.

"Not you, but no doubt you're gonna defend your punk-ass kid! He's been messaging Ari...for fucking pictures of her! I'll leave the rest up to your imagination, shall I?" Jon was huffing and puffing, completely killing David's creative buzz.

David put Jon on hold and quickly said his goodbyes to Joe. He leaned back in his office chair, feet up on his desk. "Did she respond?"

Jon whimpered a little, "Yes..."

"With what? Does it sound mutual? Is he forcing her?" So help me God, he better not be forcing her.

"Fuck, you can be dense sometimes! Her! Her body! They're sexting for fuck sakes!"

"We took her phone away for sneaking out. It was on my desk when a message came through," Jon spit out with so much malice and venom in his voice, David visibly shuddered.

"Just now?"

"Yeah. I'm ready to get in the car, man. I'll be honest, I'm gonna flatten that little fucker."

David told Jon to hold on and sprang from his chair, bounding up the stairs and into Ethan's room. "Dad, what the fuck!" Ethan was quickly throwing his sheet over his lower half, blushing furiously at David.

"Phone, now," David demanded, holding out his hand and attempting to ignore the moans coming from his son's TV.

"What? No!" Ethan protested.

"Boy, you can either hand it over or I'll go under there and get it myself," David replied through gritted teeth. "I changed your diaper, saw you naked, and bathed you. I'm not scared of what's under the blanket. Now hand it over."

Ethan reluctantly handed over his phone and David left the room. "Knock next time!" Ethan yelled to his Dad.

"It's my house! Don't have to!" David called back from the hallway. He went in and locked the master bedroom door, sitting on the window seat. "Alright, J. Got his phone," David said quietly, flicking open the message app. "Man, there's nothing in his text messages. You sure it was Ethan?"

Jon groaned loudly and David pictured him looking halfway between exasperated and angry. "Well, it ain't the Easter Bunny. Try Messenger," he told David.

David went back to the home screen and looked through the pages of apps. "What's that logo look like? Oh, here it is. Shit, he's been busy. Oh...Scooby. Got it. WHOA!" David jumped in surprise at the dick pic that met him.

"Do I need to come over and smack the both of you down?" Jon snapped through the phone.

"It...fuck. It opened up to a photo of Ethan, dumbass. The most recent one. Do I have your permission to scroll through them?" David asked, dreading the thought of what he might find.

"Ah shit, man. I wanna say no coz it's Ari, ya know? But I guess you have to," Jon sighed.

David scrolled up slowly through the photos, some with Ari in vulnerable downward positions, some in the bathroom mirror and shower, others with her legs spread. "Dude...there's video too. Both of them. Uh...Jon...have you or Julie had any type of...sex talk with Ari?"

"Yeah...stay away from all males!" Jon exclaimed angrily. "Hell, that's Julie's department, Lema. I don't know how in depth they've gotten in the past, but I know they've spoken."

David looked up to the heavens and got up, pacing around the room. "Does she know about these?"

"Not yet. She's with Sammy at drum practice," Jon replied.

"Jon...they aren't just sending photos. They're talking in ways that are making me blush..."

The line was silent for a full 30 seconds before Jon spoke again, his voice giving the air of a broken man. "Fuck! Julie's due back in an hour. I dunno what to do next..."

"Don't watch the videos," David said quickly. "Trust me on this. If you wanna know the content, I'll tell you. But do not watch them."

David could hear the wheels turning in Jon's head. "I'll ring you back after I've talked to Jules. I'll get Matt to do his magic and make it all disappear...after..."

"No. There is no making this disappear, Jon. You've used that power and hid behind it too much. If we don't have the proof, our kids will just brush it off," the blonde spoke.

"No?! Why the hell not? That's my Babymine that's on there! Why can't I make it disappear?"

David sighed and wrung his hands through his messy curls. "Because she's not a baby. And she's not a virgin anymore, Jon. There is no reversing that and there's no hiding from what's going on."

Jon swore loudly and David heard a thump against a hard surface. "You're right...and I hate that! Let me call you after I've spoken to Julie. Family meeting tonight! Yours and mine, here at 8:30!"

"I'll let Leesha know. But do not tell Ari. Don't worry, brother, we'll deal with this the way we always have. Together," David promised.

"Yeah...yeah okay. See you tonight." David hung up with Jon and swallowed thickly. Part of him knew it shouldn't shock him that Ethan was sexting a girl, but why oh why did it have to be Jon's daughter? He looked up from the phone as his wife came in, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her and skin glistening from her shower.

Leesha stopped when she saw her husband, pale as a sheet with two phones in his hands. "Who was that?"

"Jon...Family Meeting tonight. Be ready by 7:30," David said tersely, storming from the room with both phones in hand and yelling the same thing through Ethan's door.

*~*Jon and Julie*~*

"Daddy!!" Sammy squealed as she ran in from the garage from her drum lessons, "Guess what I learned today? I learned how to do a..a para..." She stopped dead in her tracks as she tried to think of the word.

"A paradiddle, Sammygirl?" Jon provided the word for his youngest as he sat at the kitchen counter waiting for Julie to come in.

"That's it! Look, it goes like this, Daddy." She proceeded to show Jon, albeit a little slow, but she had the beat perfect.

"That's awesome, princess, but can you go wash up and do your other homework," Jon smiled at his youngest, "I need to speak with Mommy for a little while. Then we'll order pizza or something for dinner."

"Okay Daddy," Sammy threw her arm around Jon and squeezed tight, "Love you, Daddy!"

Jon had to swallow heavily before he could answer with a rough, "Love you too, baby." He had one more chance to get this whole teenage daughter thing turned around, he thought, he didn't want to lose another one.

Julie came in from the garage just a Jon had kissed Sammy on the top of her head and sent her on her way with a tap on her ass. "Did I hear you say pizza to Sammy, Rockstar? I bought groceries for a stir-fry."

"Trust me, baby, you're not gonna want to cook after what I have to tell you. Besides, the Bryan's are coming over at 8.30," Jon said and pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge as Julie loaded the groceries into it.

"Oh? Why? Did I miss something?" Julie asked, clearly confused as Jon poured very generous helpings of wine into each glass, "Uh oh, what's going on, Rockstar?"

"Come sit down, baby," Jon laced his fingers with Julie's and kissed the back of her hand as he led her into the living room.

"You're starting to scare me, Jonny," Julie said as he pulled her down onto the sofa and curled up into her embrace, "Please tell me what's going on?"

Jon sighed heavily and absently played with Julie's fingers, "Ari....and Ethan have...ah fuck," Jon wavered, the tension and worry rolling off him in waves, "They've been messaging each other. Not just words. Photos and...and videos. Of themselves in...shit, I might as well show you." He pulled Ari's phone from his back pocket and pulled up the thread before handing the device to Julie.

Julie looked at him a little confused but took the phone and started swiping through the photos, dropping the phone like a hot potato in shock and burst into tears.

"So...so last night...wasn't the first..." Julie hiccuped as Jon held her close. "Is this why the others are coming over? Do they know?"

Jon nodded sadly and brushed the tears from her face. "The phone was on my desk while I was working when the last photo was sent. I saw red and rang David and threatened to take Ethan down. David...he ah, he got Ethan's phone and it's got similar photos...and videos of Ari." Jon felt sick at the thought of his babymine possibly plastered all over the internet.

Arielle was his special one, the light of his life, his first born with Julie. He never thought he would feel such joy again than when she took her first breath of life. He fell instantly in love with the tiny bundle.

Not that it diminished his love for his boys or Stephie and Sammy, both beautiful, strong, incredible girls whom he loved with all his heart, but Arielle came along and he knew his life with Julie was complete.

So it killed him to find out this way that his little blond haired blue eyed cherub was now a woman, with a feisty Italian temper to match.