Kylie was shocked by how quickly things had changed. Only minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Parker had made it clear that she was not welcome to be a part of their family. Now though, they were practically eating out of her hands. In fact, Mr. Parker had even asked her if she was almost ready to give them a grandchild. It was like a Christmas Miracle, except that it wasn't Christmas.

"Have patience," Ethan laughed. "Kylie's career is just taking off. It's not a good time to have a baby, but you have lots of life in you yet. We will make sure to have at least one child before you say goodbye for the last time."

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Ethan came up behind Kylie, and he wrapped his arms around her; seeing them like that, his parents were moved, and they finally saw what the couple saw in each other and how they completed each other – and the last bit of animosity that they felt for Kylie melted away. They had believed that Kylie was a gold digger, but now they saw how wrong they'd been.

"Shall we get something to eat?" Mrs. Parker wondered. "Is everyone hungry; I know that I am?"

Everyone said that they were hungry, and Ethan went to get the nurse and a wheelchair. When they arrived back in the room, Ethan and the nurse helped Mr. Parker into the chair, and before she left, she said, "Have a good day. They are serving baked pork chops served in a mushroom sauce. If I remember correctly, that is Mr. Parker's favorite, isn't it?"

"It sure is," Mr. Parker replied with a bright smile on his face. As soon as she was out of earshot, though, he burst out into gales of laughter. Everyone asked him what was so funny and, once he was under control, he said, "That woman is such a floozy. I don't even like baked pork chops with mushroom sauce. It is good to get out of the room though and spend some time in the cafeteria – and there are always at least two main dishes to choose from!"

***

When they arrived at the cafeteria, they were surprised to find Matthew, Aiden, and Khloe waiting for them. Mr. Parker looked them over and was surprised to see how dirty and disheveled Aiden looked. His hair was messy, his clothes were dirty, and he hadn't shaved in a few days. By all outside appearances, he realized, his grandson looked like a vagrant, and he was slightly embarrassed to have him sitting with him. In a hospital like this, where people went to die, life was boring, and gossip was the currency they bartered with.

By the end of the day, every old person in the facility would know that Mr. Parker's grandson was a homeless person…

"Aiden," he hissed, "what's the matter with you? What made you think that you could walk into my home looking like that and expect to be welcomed with open arms?"

As Aiden sat down, he farted and burped at the same time, and it was suddenly obvious that he was drunk. Not caring about what his grandfather thought of him, he blew his stink breath into his face. "Your Highness," he giggled. "How do you like that?"

"What is all of this about?!?!?" Mr. Parker demanded to know. "We have always had a good relationship between us…"

"None of that matters!" Aiden hissed. "You raised my father, so I hold you accountable for everything that he has done to me!"

Mr. Parker was shocked. "What are you talking about?" he wondered. "If you tell me, I will listen."

"My father tricked me!" Aiden replied. "Why would a good father trick their son? He said it wasn't a trick; that he was only trying to help me. I didn't want to have a baby, or at least I wasn't sure if I did. It should have been my choice, though, but he took that away from me, and now I am trapped by what he did."

"Shut up!" Matthew shouted from across the table. "We are visiting your grandfather. This is not the time or the place for such talk – and besides, my old man is too old to help you even if he wanted too!"

Mr. Parker frowned. He looked at Matthew and said, "My son, your words wound me. My mind is still clear, and I remain the head of the family. If I ask my grandson a question, it is my right to hear his answer. Ethan had already told me about the baby, so I was already suspicious that I hadn't been told already."

In an attempt to distract the old man, Matthew pulled Khloe into a standing position. He touched her daughter-in-law's stomach and said, "Father, it is going to be a boy!"

"This is not right," Mr. Parker snapped suddenly. "I finally see what is going on here and why Aiden is in such a mess. My son, you had no right lying with your son's wife. I feel disgusted. Now take your whore and get out of my sight. You are no longer my son. Your whore is not my daughter. If I were a younger man, I would take you out into the field and snuff out your life as quickly as I would a dog that had taken to biting!"

Khloe bit her lower lip. From day one, she had called the old man her Grandfather, and she had hoped to one day call him father. Matthew just stood there, holding Khloe, and for a moment, he did not know what to do or say.

On the main floor of the hospital, there were large flat-screen televisions hung from various walls. There were two in the recreation room, two in the dining room, and a few others in other places. Much to the patient's dismay, though, they were all plugged into the same DVD player and Cable outlet; thus, everyone was forced to watch the same thing at the same time. To some, this was excruciating. Other people, though, like Mr. Parker and his family, usually paid them no mind, and the volume was no more than white noise.

Suddenly something changed, though, and everyone in the cafeteria forgot what they were doing and turned in the direction of the flat screens. The sound that they had heard had been of a sexual nature. They heard a male grunt, and then, in a voice that was nearly sighed, the man gasped Khloe's name.

The couple was doing it missionary style, and from the angle of the camera, neither person could be identified. At this point, no one had any reason to think that the woman was their Khloe, though. After all, most people knew that Khloe was a popular stripper/porn name.

The man's hairy ass bounced up and down as he jackhammered his cock into her cunt. Every once in a while, his anus was clearly visible. As far as porn went, this was disgusting, but, like a car crash, they couldn't look away. The woman under him was moaning, but her noises sounded fake. She was going, "Woo," and, "Ah," and, "harder," and, "I want more!"

Aiden, though, who had been most intimate with Khloe, dropped the glass of wine that he'd been holding, and it shattered to the ground. He stood up, pointed his finger at Khloe, and said, "Dammit, I may not be able to see your face on the screen, but I would recognize those noises you are making anywhere!"