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"Your family's hometown. It's the place where they got your name," Damien suddenly tells me, making my eyes widen from shock.

"N-No...you're lying," I tell him with disbelief.

Damien chuckles and lets go of me; "Your uncle Hael brings me here in the past. Like I told you before, we come here three times a year. So yes, the person who brought me to Marie's diner that you got jealous of was Hael."

My cheeks burn as I remember the time I totally wanted to kill the person who brought Damien to the diner that I didn't know about.

I was seriously willing to kill my already dead uncle! How terrible could I be?!

"Damien," I call out as I looked at him.

Damien doesn't say anything and just held my cheeks as I looked at him straight in the eye and say, "I have never been here babe. Do you know how important this is to me?"

"I know," he whispers at me as he kisses my forehead.

Then he wipes the tears that were slowly falling down my eyes.

I was so happy. And I knew that Damien was happy to see me happy too.

"Do you want to look around?" Damien finally asks me.

I take a deep breath and nod my head. Damien takes my hand and intertwines our fingers together.

"Blue Dane Sea Side," I unconsciously say as Damien and I started walking towards the town.

"If I remember right, the founder of this place had Dane as his first name, which is why they named the place after him. Hael goes here to visit his mother, AKA your grandmother," Damien suddenly says, making me stop walking.

"My grandmother's alive?" I asked from shock.

Damien takes a deep breath and nods his head, "I feel bad that I've met her first before her own grandchild. But Hael wanted me to keep it a secret from you. He didn't want others to find out you were related to him and to his family, which basically is your family as well. Because as you may also know, you being a McCartney was very problematic and dangerous before," Damien says with a sad expression.

I nod my head as an understanding. Squeezing his hand to silently tell him that it's okay, and he shouldn't feel bad about it.

Damien obviously isn't at fault here because he did what he had to do to protect me. If there was someone to blame, it should have been me. I had so many opportunities to look for my past, or for any other family members that I had left, but I didn't. Instead, I wasted my life with work, forgetting how to actually live my life with others.

I waited for Damien for five years, not caring that my real family – the people who I have the same blood with – is actually waiting for me too.

"You're right, being a McCartney is hard. But my uncle and my father wore that surname with pride. I don't know how to thank you enough for bringing me here," I honestly say, and finally, Damien smiles.

"Your uncle would have wanted you to, and so does your father," Damien says back.

I smiled and both of us continued walking again.

"Hael said you were born here, but you were very sickly. So your parents decided to bring you to the big city so you could get better treatments. And apparently you never went back here after that," Damien suddenly tells me.

I chuckled and don't look back at him, "It's funny how you know me better than me."

"I'm sorry," he suddenly says, not looking at me as well.

"Why are you apologizing? I should be thanking you for this. Without you, I wouldn't have known anything," I say, making Damien smile again.

When we arrived at the town, it wasn't as populated as I expected. There were at least twenty people walking the streets. In the city, these twenty people are only the customers of the coffee shop we always go to. So twenty people for me is a very small number.

It was very peaceful like Damien's hometown too. But instead of hunters, the place was filled with fishers.

There was a diner, a police station, a small school, a few houses, and a lot of stores that sold fishes, shells, and any sea related items.

I expected people to greet Damien too, but all of them ignored us.

Not like Damien's hometown, no one welcomed us, which actually surprised me because I thought Damien would be well-known here too since my uncle has brought him here a couple of times.

"Do they not recognize you?" I finally asked him.

Damien looks around. Some were looking at us, but no one approached or said a single word to us.

"No. Hael would usually drive directly to your grandmother's house, and we only stay there and immediately leave afterwards. Somehow Hael was being cautious about people finding out he visited here. He was scared the Big Dogs might end up targeting his grandmother or the people whole live here," Damien explains, making me understand my uncle's motives.

I remember the time the big dogs went to Damien's hometown and practically threatened everyone there. I guess that's the scenario that my uncle was avoiding.

"Other than my grandmother, do I have other relatives?" I asked next.

"Other than Hael and your father, that's all I know. Hael said your grandfather died when he and your father were still young so they never had any siblings," Damien answers me.

Afterwards, we continued walking towards the street that was filled with houses now.

Damien knew exactly where he was going, so when we got to at the fifth house, he stops and looks at me, "Well...welcome to the McCartney residence Dane."

I took a deep breath and turned to look at the house.

I don't remember the old-looking house at all, but somehow, it felt like home.

My heart suddenly starts aching for some reason, but I knew it was because the emotions were taking over me again, "My uncle and my father grew up here," I say, but it wasn't directed towards Damien.

Damien doesn't say anything and lets go of my hand so I could take a step closer.

I stared at the yellow house, the grass and the flowers on the front yard, the mailbox that had drawings that uncle or my father would have drawn in the past, and a small sign that said McCartney Residence.

Just looking at the place made me teary.

"Home," I whispered to myself. Then I quickly looked at Damien and fixed myself, "D-Do I look okay? Should we have brought something? L-Like a fruit basket or...or a-"

Damien suddenly grabbed my shoulders and squeezed it, "Babe, relax."

I stopped and looked at Damien's blue eyes that somehow help me ease myself.

"Take a deep breath and relax," he tells me, making me do what he suggested.

"You don't need to do anything because you look fine, and believe me when I say your grandmother wouldn't even care how you'd look. Just go there, knock on the door, and happily welcome yourself to your home," Damien says, making me nod my head in determination.

"A-alright, I can do this. I can man up and meet my grandmother that I have never met for almost 30 plus years," I say, making Damien low-key chuckle.

I took a deep breath and finally walked towards the door.

The door looked old, and I was honestly afraid to knock loudly because it might suddenly fall apart if I do.

"Here it goes," I say instead as I finally not so hard knock on the door while Damien stood behind me.

My heart was beating fast for some reason.

This was a really big deal for me.

This will be the first time I'll be meeting a relative since my parents and uncle's death.

"Who is it?" a woman from inside shouted, making me even more nervous.

I heard footsteps approaching, and finally, after a few seconds, the door swings open, revealing a woman who looks younger than I expected.

The woman looks at me confusingly, then suddenly, his eyes widened as she said, "Hunter?!"

She ignores me completely and runs towards Damien to hug him.

Great, my grandma loves Damien more than me.

"Wilma, how are you?" Damien happy asks, hugging her back.

I pout and look at them hugging each other happily.

I should seriously think of a plan that will help me get my own grandma's attention.

"What are you doing here? W-Why did you suddenly visit?" she asks Damien as they parted from the hug.

"N-No...this man right here," Damien says instead, finally pointing at me.

The woman slowly turns around and looks at me with confusion.

"He's-"

I quickly stop Damien, like I wanted to introduce myself to my grandmother personally.

So I took a deep breath and looked at her with a bright smile, "Hello grandmother, I'm-"

"Wait, Dane," Damien suddenly says, stopping me midsentence.

But before he could continue, the woman suddenly says, "Dane?"

I looked at Damien and asked, "What?"

Damien couldn't help but chuckle as he explains, "This is Wilma, your grandmother's nurse."

I was supposed to react, but the woman named Wilma reacted first before me.

"G-Grandmother? D-Dane...that's Dane Andrew McCartney?" Wilma suddenly asks, looking at me with shock.

I awkwardly nod my head and said, "Yes, but you can...you know...call me Day."

The woman stares at me for a couple of seconds, then suddenly, she starts crying as she grabs me for a tight hug.

"Oh dear god. I never thought this day would come! Your grandmother has waited for you for so long!" Wilma tells me, finally pulling away from the hug.

"She is? Where is she? Can I see her?" I quickly asked her.

She wipes her tears and suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, "Yes, she's inside. Please come in."

She opens the door wider and literally pulls me inside, Damien right behind us.

The house smelled like baby powder and pancakes. Yes, a very weird combination.

I looked around and saw different pictures hanging on the wall. It strangely made me feel that I was going back to the past.

The house wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was a house fit for four people, for example my dad, uncle Hael, and their parents.

I could imagine them playing around here like a happy family.

"Andrea," Wilma suddenly calls out when we arrived at the living room.

My heart was beating fast as we approached the living room.

Andrea, the name was beautiful. Almost sounded like...Andrew.

"Andrea, look who finally came back home," Wilma says as she lets go of my hand and gently pushes me forward.

Sitting on a rocking chair in front of the window was an old woman who was wearing a floral dress. And to my surprise, there was a cat lying on her lap.

A tear quickly falls when I saw her.

There was something about her that made the emotions inside me explode.

The cat goes down and ignores me again to go to Damien.

Damien laughs and goes down on one knee to pet the cat, "Hey there cookies."

Damien – who I once considered a dog – petting a cat. Oh the irony to that. This is the moments where I wish I had Hunter here.

And was the cat's name...cookies?

"Damien? Is that you?" Andrea – who I now suspect is my grandma – asks with a shaky voice.

Damien smiles and stands up. The he grabs my hand so we could walk closer to where she was.

"Andrea, how are you?" he asks. Then he lets go of my hand and kneels in front of her.

My grandmother squints her eyes and holds Damien's face with both of her hands, like she was trying to figure out Damien's face structure, "O-Oh...it is you. I would not forget these cold blue eyes. What are you doing here my son? Its been so long."

The way she stares at Damien finally made me realized what Damien said earlier about my grandmother not caring about how I'd look.

She barely could see anymore, which worried me if she'd ever remember or recognize me at all.

Damien puts my grandmother's hands down and says, "Andrea, I want you to meet someone."

My grandmother laughs and suddenly jokes, "Don't tell me it's your wife."

I don't know why but I suddenly blushed with that sudden comment.

Damien on the other hand chuckles and looks at me, "More like future husband," he whispers to me, making me blush even more.

Damien doesn't say anything afterwards, probably realizing how I wanted to personally introduce myself to her.

I took a deep breath and kneel in front of my grandmother.

But before saying anything, I looked at Damien and asked, "What's her name?"

"Andrea Helena McCartney," Damien answered me.

I took a deep breath again and looked back at my grandmother . Somehow the name was a mix of my father Andre and my uncle Hael.

I finally looked up at her blue eyes.

It was slowly turning white, but I could still see the beautiful blue eyes that our family had.

I gulped and suddenly felt teary when she stares back at me.

"Hello Andrea Helena McCartney," I started, then suddenly, a tear fell from grandma's eyes, shocking me.

She doesn't say anything, but she lifts her hand and slowly reaches out to touch the side of my eyes.

"I know these eyes," she suddenly tells me.

She gives me a smile as she continues, "These look exactly like your fathers."

I don't know why, but when I heard her say that, tears suddenly started falling out of my eyes again.

She recognized me.

She actually recognized me.

"Dane Andrew McCartney," she continues, "The boy who was as bright as day and as beautiful as the sea."

"Grandma..."

She wipes my tears away as she finally says, "Welcome home."