I wake up to the sound of the house phone ringing. It takes me a second to realize I'm not in that horrid house as yesterday. I kept waking up in the middle of the night. Elliot had to calm me back to sleep. The phones right next to the lamp on my mini table by the bed. I reach over and pick it up. "Hello?" I ask into the phone. "Hi, My name is Officer McAfee and I am looking for Elliot and Krystal Hobbs." The voice says into the phone. "This is she. I am Krystal Hobbs." I say and yawn. "We were wondering if you could come down to the station at about 1:30 with your husband and explain to us what exactly went down yesterday. We need a statement to go off of." The voice explains. "Okay. We will be down there, but I need you to do me a favor." I tell the officer. "Yes ma'm?" I hesitate then ask,"I need a cop car to guide us back home, because I have a feeling that us three aren't the only ones that know I'm coming to the station. I would rather not have my face splattered everywhere around London." The officer sighs then agrees. "Thank you. See you then." I say and we hang up. Elliot rolls over. "We should probably get dressed. It's 12:30 now." He says. I get up and stretch. I walk over and open the blinds. "Nooo, I'm melting. It hurts." Elliot says half joking. I laugh and walk over to use the bathroom. "Honey?" He calls. "Yes dear?" I start to get ready. "I feel like your mom is in our house cooking her special breakfast that she makes on sad or happy occasions." He said. "Why do you say that?" I ask. "Because I smell it." He stands up, puts on a shirt, and walks over to where I am. I put on some jeans and a shirt with a pair of converse. If we haven't established it, I am the Converse Queen. I love them and own over seventy pairs. People think its an addiction. It might be a little. I brush my hair out. I don't flat iron it because I can only do that like twice a week and I've gone over my personal limit. I put on some slippers and Elliot grabs my hand. "Stay behind me." Elliot whispers like we're in a spy movie. We hear someone drop something and curse. I pull out my phone. I have 911 on speed dial. When you have my life, you need the police on speed dial. We walk down the stairs and as he gets close to the kitchen, Elliot jumps out to surprise the intruder. "Heyyyy!!!" Elliot shouts. "#!@$%?&^)#*?!!!" My mom yells. "Don't scare me like that. Look, you almost made me burn the bacon and I never burn bacon." She says. "Mom, what are you doing here. Why did you sneak in this morning?" I ask her curious. "No 'Good to see you mom'? I didn't sneak in. Carter let me use her key last night. We slept in your guest room, which felt wonderful by the way, and we came to check up on you. This is second time you've been on the news, but this time it's in a different country." She explains. I give her a hug. "Oh mom. We're fine. In fact after Elliot gets dressed and we eat, we are going to the station to clear a few things up." I tell her. That gives Elliot the cue to go get ready and he leaves. "What's a station?" Noah asks coming into the room. "Hey Noah, we call it station, but you say police station. Not much of a difference." I explain. Elliot comes back down in about ten minutes, greets everyone, and starts eating. I grab a protein shake from the fridge and kiss my parents on the cheek. "Bye mom. Bye dad. Come on Elliot. Eat the rest in the car. We're running late." I turn towards Noah and mom. Mom has her eyes wide open and Noah is smiling big. This is the second time that I've seen him smile that big. "What?" I ask. "You called me dad. You never call me dad." Noah says. "Look, you were there when my dad wasn't. I can never say thank you enough. I love you. The only thing that stops you from becoming my 'official' dad is our blood and if I could change that I would. See you guys later." I say and Elliot and I walk out. "See ya later kiddo." I hear Noah call out. I pull out the driveway. "I bet money that if you added one more sentence to your speech, your mom would've broke down crying because she looked like she was about to." Elliot bets. "I agree with you. My mom cries if she sees a bird dead on the side of the road. She'll say something like 'we all come and go. I hope when I leave, it can be peaceful.' Do you know that one time she cried at my 'Charlie and The Chocolate Factory' play when I was eight? She said she couldn't help it. I was so beautiful out there even though I regurgitated on the Chorus people in the last scene." Elliot chuckles. " She's just sensitive. I wish my mom would've cried more when I was younger. She was always just so hard and I guess she tried to hold it together for my father, because he always yelled at me about no one liking sensitive wimps. She was always scared he might start lecturing her about it instead of me. When they got a divorce, I've never seen her more happy. As a kid, I only saw my mom cry twice. As a man, I've seen her cry about six times. She's gotten softer over the years. I guess as she and my dad grew apart, she started becoming more sensitive." Elliot explains. He sighs. "Now we have each other. We got married, so we can stay with each other forever. I love you and you love me. We need each other. I need you." I tell him and smile. I turn up the radio and I hear Beyonce's throwback song, Halo, on. I turn it up and sing along.
