The Unexpected

Chapter 1

FOUR YEARS LATER

Adam watched as his children chased each other around the backyard, life was perfect.

His children were happy and healthy, LJ was seven and Holden had just turned four, his daughter an exact replica of Kim, and Holden was his 'mini-me' right down to the crazy hair.

He'd made detective two years ago, and they'd finally found the perfect home. It was a beautiful four bedroom house, which thankfully had two and a half bathrooms. Kim could monopolize the bathroom most days but LJ has started to take after her mother.

He didn't know if he would survive the teenage years, his little girl was the apple of his eye and he'd do anything to protect her, and Holden.

Kim joined him on the back deck, just home from a day at the salon, "Hey, you" she smiled as she sat beside them, "how are they?"

Adam perched his sunglasses on the top of his head, "They're wild as usual, how was your day? Were you sufficiently pampered?" He had bought her a gift card from the kids for Mother's Day, knowing she'd never do it for herself. She deserved it, she'd given everything up for their children.

She'd become a stay at home mom, he knew she missed working. She'd often sit with him in the spare bedroom, that they had turned into a make shift office and help him go over case files.

"I was, thank you for that" she snuggled into him.

"Don't need to thank me, you deserve it. Shit, you put up with those two" he laughed pointing at his children, "Hey! Brats..Mom's home"

Luke Tiffani was nine years old and miserable, they'd just moved from the only home he ever knew in sunny Los Angeles to the frozen tundra of Chicago.

All because the grandmother he'd never met had cancer and was dying, his mother desperate to be close to her in her final days.

The house was old and dark nothing like his home in LA, his dad still remained in California and Luke couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't going to back to LA.

He watched from the doorway as his mother huddled over his grandmother helping her to drink from a straw, half the liquid dribbling down her chin.

"Mom?" He asked softly from the safety of the threshold between the two rooms, he was afraid of the frail woman in the bed.

"Yes?" She asked briefly meeting her son's gaze before turning her attention back to her mother.

"Can I go out?" He hated being cooped up inside and he knew in just a few short weeks the warmth would be gone and replaced by a bone chilling cold.

"Of course, just take your cell phone, alright?"

He nodded and slid the phone in his back pocket and grabbed his skateboard.

At least he could skate, it seriously sucked that surfing wasn't an option for him anymore.

---NOTE---

Very short chapter I know and possibly confusing as well.

It'll all make sense shortly.