My Prince Charming *Completed*

Chapter Eleven: Cleo

"Thanks again for everything today. See you soon?" I asked while leaning over to give Gabriel a hug.

He smiled at me while moving his long hair out of his eyes. "You know we'll be texting tonight. Have fun with that new hair, you look beautiful."

Giving him one last smile, I got out of his car before giving him a small wave. When he drove down the street I started walking towards the front door, suddenly feeling nervous. Before walking in I quickly put on the sweatshirt I had in my hands, making sure to put the hood up. After taking a deep breath I walked inside, hearing the off key singing of Noah.

Slowly walking into the kitchen, I smiled when I saw him dancing around the kitchen. He was singing along to Shania Twain's Man I Feel Like a Woman. I shook my head, not being able to hold in my laughter. He must've heard me because he suddenly looked up, instantly smiling.

"Hi honey!" He happily said while walking over and kissing me on the cheek. "How was Gabriel, did he chop all his hair off?"

"He was good, and no he decided against it. I actually wanted to show you something."

He looked nervous for a brief second before I lowered my hood. He instantly gasped as he leaned forward to gently touch my hair. "You took all the color out." His eyes widened as he continued to stare at my hair, before he smiled and yelled, "You took all the color out!"

Instead of responding to him I leaned forward to give him a giant hug. "Thank you for giving me a chance," I whispered into his chest.

"Oh Cleo," he quietly said before looking into my eyes. "I would always give you a chance, always. I love you so much."

"I love you too Dad."

His smile lit up his entire face as he hugged me again, gently kissing me on the head. "You're seriously bringing tears to my eyes. If dinner tonight tastes a little off, that's just my happy tears. I can't wait until your father sees your hair!" He said while pulling back to gently touch my hair again.

"Where is he?" I asked while looking around the kitchen.

"He's taking a shower upstairs, I can't wait. I'm going to go tell him!" With that he happily ran upstairs.

Smiling, I walked out of the kitchen and into the family room. I stopped short when I saw Cameron sleeping on the couch. Not wanting to disturb him, I silently crept out of the room before walking up the stairs. Plopping down onto my bed, I yawned while rubbing my hands over my face. Grabbing my nearby sketchpad, I started doodling before a soft knock came at the door.

Glancing up, I smiled when I saw Wes standing by the door. His hair was still dripping wet and had on mismatched clothes. "I thought something was wrong when your dad scared me in the shower. He opened the curtain and yelled at me to go look at our daughter."

Laughing, I suddenly saw Noah walking by in the background, giving me a large smile before disappearing. I watched as Wes walked over and sat down onto my bed. "Your hair looks amazing. What made you get rid of the color?"

"For once in my life I feel like I finally belong somewhere. I feel like you guys truly want me here, and I finally have parents now."

He gave me a big smile before leaning forward and giving me a big hug. "You will always have us for parents, always. We will never abandon you Cleo. I'm so happy that you feel so comfortable here. You know, I grew up in foster homes too."

Pulling back, I watched the way he gently moved my hair out of my face while asking, "Really?"

"Yes. I wasn't lucky enough to find a place where I felt comfortable. I never felt whole until I met your Dad, he truly saved me."

I couldn't help but smile while watching him talk, they were so in love. "How did you end in up foster homes?"

"My parents abandoned me when I was seven, at a truck stop. A police officer found me and eventually I was put into the foster care system. I went from house to house; some of those houses were not nice. After going through so many families that didn't want me, I stopped caring. I went through some hard times in high school as well, which really made me stop caring. Your dad and I met in college; I wanted nothing to do with him. He was so persistent and never gave up on me. He showed me how to love, showed me that others could love me. I never want you to think that someone doesn't love you, because someone will always love you okay?"

Nodding, I leaned forward to give him another hug, loving how protected I felt in his arms. "I'm really glad you guys found each other."

"So am I. Oh, I almost forgot," he said while pulling back. "Your dad told me today that his parents are coming tomorrow. Now, I don't want you to feel obligated to call them anything, like Grandma or Grandpa. And it's okay if you don't even like them. I didn't like his mother when I first met her."

"How come?" I asked while sitting Indian style.

"Phoebe is very... loud and colorful. She instantly wanted me to become her son, which I wasn't used to. I wasn't used to someone besides your dad actually wanting to give me attention. She loves to wear obnoxious sparkly tie dye clothes. Also, if you do decide to ever end up calling her anything don't call her Grandma. She had your dad when she was fifteen, and always hated that word."

"What does Cameron call them?"

Wes smiled as he ran a hand through his wet hair. "He calls her Mama P. I have no idea why, he started it when he was little. Phoebe's husband is Hank and Cameron calls him Papa. I think they'll be staying here for a few days and if you ever feel uncomfortable, just let me know and I will gladly kick them out." He smiled before saying, "Kidding. Are you doing anything fun tonight?"

"I'm actually just going to sketch a lot tonight; I haven't done that in awhile."

He smiled as he stood up and started walking back over to the door. He stopped before he walked out to say, "That sounds like a fun night. And Cleo, I love your hair." With that he walked away, Noah's off key singing filling the entire house.

When I was finally alone, I wandered over to my phone and turned Pandora on. After sketching for almost two hours, I wandered downstairs with the intent of going into the kitchen to grab a snack. However, my plan was stopped when I came down the stairs once the doorbell rang. Wes, being the closest one, went to answer it and his body instantly went rigid. I looked to see a man standing on the other side of the door; nothing seemed to be wrong with him. He had short blonde hair and very bright green eyes. He had on a baggy sweatshirt and ripped jeans and was quite tall, almost as tall as Wes. Wes didn't seem to care for this man because before the man could even say anything, Wes punched him square in the jaw.

Gasping, I gripped onto the nearby railing with all my might, never seeing this amount of anger coming out of Wes. I didn't know who this man was or what had happened between them, but my spidy senses were telling me it was something bad.

Before I could move, Noah was suddenly running into the room. He gasped when he saw Wes basically beating the crap out of this guy, but he also didn't look too happy to see this man. Who was he? I watched as Noah ran forward and put himself in between Wes and mystery man. I would never have the guts to stand in front of as punching Wes, but I guess that's love.

"Wes, stop!"

Wes seemed to understand that it was his husband in front of him because his body instantly relaxed. When he was fully calmed down Noah turned around to glare at the mystery man again. "What are you doing here? Haven't you caused my husband enough pain, especially what you did to him in high school?"

The man stayed silent for a minute as he looked Wes up and down. "I know, I have no excuse for that," he said while wiping some blood off of his face. "I'm here for a different reason." He then noticed me and pointed a long finger in my direction as he said, "I believe you adopted my daughter."