After what felt like an eternity of coaxing, I was finally able to drag Becks downstairs to the living room where the boys waited.

"Hey boys." I said with a smile. Becks stayed behind me quiet. This was the first time I had ever seen want hide from some one. And couldn't help but find the situation hilarious.

"Wow. You look terrible." Mike said with his arms crossed. Tate and Tim both nudged him in his side.

"Dude that was so fucking rude." Said Tim.

"You think you look any better. With that much blue, purple, and yellow on your cheek and arms, you look like you one more color from being a walking rainbow. You original wounds haven't even heeled yet." I said that last part in a whisper, hoping my father wasn't in ear shot.

"We're fine." Tate said. As he looked at me. His eyes searched me and mine did the same to him. He seemed better off than the other two. His skin was still cover in some purple bruise but not as back as Mikes.

"How are you? You feeling better?" Said Tim. I snapped out of my inspection of Tate and moved my eyes over Tim. He looked pretty bad, a busted lip. And he was standing kind of funny.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking. But you don't look so hot?" I said worriedly.

"He sprained his ankle." Tate said still staring. I try my best to ignore his unrelenting gaze.

"Should you be standing on it like that? Aren't you supposed to stay off of if it? You didn't have to come here if you weren't able to walk?" I said. I began walking over to him and grabbing him by his arm. Tate shooed me away.

"I'll carry him to the couch, he'd probably fall on you." Tate said in a monotoned voice.

"Why was he standing up? Where are his crutches?" I asked following them over to the couch.

"When your dad was talking to us i though it would be rude to be sitting, especially since he was talking about you." Tim said. So my dad did have that talk with them. Jesus, i wonder how that went.

"I'm so sorry. He's just really over protective." I said.

"Don't be. He's a dad who loves his daughter, and wants to make sure the people she hangs out with doesn't hurt. Nothing wrong with that." Mike said following me and Becks over to the couch. I had noticed him staring at her with daggers. If looks could kill. Becks would be a corpse.

"What about his crutches?" I asked.

"Well I was so full of adrenaline last night, that I didn't really notice it until this morning. Didn't have much time to do anything about it, cause Mike over here woke us up like a mad man out of hell for some stupid reason." Tim said looking between the cowering Becks and the menacing Mike.

"And to be honest, I wasn't that angry to leave that house asap. When dad gets like that, it's pretty hard to around them. So if being without crutches for a day means I can avoid him til he calms down or better yet leaves, then I'll gladly suffer though it." Tim said grimly. And the other two seemed to silently agree. A shadow knowing seemed to plague all of there faces , including Becks. What else happened last night? Maybe I shouldn't ask? Becks said it wasn't bad? Well whatever it was, it seemed to upset them all.

"Hey dad!" I screamed. Everyone's gaze shot to me at once.

"Yeah." He said as he popped his head around the corner.

"Do you still have those crutches from when you fell off the swings?" I asked.

His mouth gaped open as he hear the snickers fill the room. "Nemo! You promised you wouldn't bring that up ever again!" He screamed. The snickers turned into full fledged laughter at the mention of my pet name.

"Nemo!? That's your nick name?" Mike wailed through tears. I rolled my eyes.

"As in 'Finding Nemo'. That's amazing." Said Tim. Even Tate was laughing. I could feel my cheeks warm.

I look over at Becks and she was laughing happy little ass off too.

"Forget the Nemo. How in the world did you sprain your ankle from a swing?" Said Becks. She was practically rolling one the floor. I looked over to my dad.

"Did you want to tell them or shall I?" I said smuggly. He quickly walks to my side.

"I want to tell it, cause you always tell it wrong. You make it worse than it actually is. He said with a pouty face. Everyone's attention was now on my father.

"We'll see what had happened was, when she was younger, she was extremely shy and always played alone. And I really wanted to break her out of that habit, so though if she had watched me interact with some of the kids in the playground, she would feel mor comfortable." He said I cut him off.

"No, if you gonna sit here and lie, I'm gonna have to tell the story. There was this hot mom that would always be at the park and dad wanted me play with the son so he could have an excuse to talk to her." I said.

"That is not true." He said in awe. "And the fact that you can just lie on your father like that is terrible. Please ignore her rudeness. So as I was saying, there was a woman and a little boy at the park frequently but the reason I approached the was completely innocent. I asked the woman if my daughter and her son could play together and she said yes." He said

"And the boy thought I was boring so he didn't want to play with me anymore which messed up pops macking time with the mom." I said teasingly. Dad became flustered again and the boys and Becks couldn't help but laugh.

"Shush. I was not macking on the boys mom, we were just having a conversation." He said trying to defend himself. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say." I said shrugging my shoulder.

"Did you want me to tell the story? " he said in a sassy tone. I nodded. "Thank you. Anyway, so after he calls my little Angel boring, she walks back over and tells me everything. Then the little shit walks over saying that she boring and that he didn't want to play with we anymore. And I was trying to tell him that she isn't boring she's just shy and had to play a game they both like so they both could have fun. But the little demon refused, instead he said he wanted to play with me. So I made a bet with him. I said if he could jump off the swing higher than me than i would play with him, but if I was higher than him he'd have to play a game both of them liked." He said.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. The mom agreed to this?" Asked Tim.

"On the contrary, she was ecstatic. She even pulled out her phone to record it. Little did we know the kid did gymnastics and was one of the best child gymnast in the state." I said in between laughs.

"Yeah. That little bastard no only went higher than me but also stuck one of the best landing I had ever seen." My dad said grumpily.

"So how'd you sprain your ankle?" Tate asked.

"Well..." he said cautiously.

"He tried to copy the backflip the kid did before he stuck the landing. Instead he jumped off, and wasn't even able to do the full flip and just landed in his stomach." I said between laughters. "He was on the ground for at least a minute. He literally knocked the wind out of himself. Then when he tried to stand up and walk back toward the benches where me and the kid mom were he ended up tripping over the damn side walk and spraining his ankle." I said.

The roar of laughters filled the room, and I couldn't be happier.

"You got schooled by a toddler?" Mike said wiping away fake tears.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah laugh it up. I'm happy my past injuries were able to give you such joy. Did you even need the crutches or did you just want to bring up some traumatic memories?" He said with a pouty face while shunning me.

I could help but chuckle. My father always had this childishness about him but it never affected his parenting. To be honest, you could say it made it better.

"Oh come on pops. That story is always great for a good laugh. And yes we need them, for Tim. He sprained his ankle." I said. Dads gaze moved over to the boys, and sudden realization for gleamed into his eyes.

"Have you guys thoroughly treated your injuries?" He asked.

The boys and Becks exchanged looks. "Well last night we got some treatment." Said Mike.

"And this morning? Some wounds don't manifest until the adrenaline is gone and a few hours have passed." Dad said. He began walking over to Tim.

"May I check your ankle?" He asked.

Tim nodded. And began to scoot back on the couch to give dad some room. He pulled off his shoe and sock and gave his injured foot to my dad. Dad began to graze it lightly and look over it. Tim winced a few times but dad was unfazed.

Once dad was done he laid Tim's foot down on top of some pillows to elevate it. And began to examine his busted lips and a few other bruise he had on him. "Well nothing too crazy. It's not a serious sprain, just stay off of it for a week. But you guys should go to a doctor asap." Dad said.

"Tomorrow." They all said in unison. My dad looked at them strangely.

"We would need a parent or guardian to be present." Tate said.

"And right now our father ain't really feeling too parental." Mike murmured.

Dad just nodded. "Well I can wrap it for you and give you some ice and ointment. And then I wanna look you three over."

"Oh no, senor. We should be fi-" dad cut Becks off before she could finish.

"It wasn't a request." Dad said with such a cold tone it made me shiver.

Dad and I bandaged them with our first aid kit, while we were, we shared stories and listen to music and talked about all types of things. So this is what having a full house feels like. Don't get me wrong I love it being just my dad and me but this. This feels nice too.