We finished up Junior year, knowing that things were finally settling down for us. Everything had been crazy from the time we arrived, even though I couldn't remember most of it.

I was ready to go home. As much as I loved being at school, I was so eager to kick back this summer. Considering the next year was the senior year. I knew after that year, my life would change. Doesn't it always when you finally finish school?

I didn't know how much it would change.

We packed up, then loaded the car up. I felt like things were about to get crazy for us. Call it intuition.

The drive back was excellent. It exhausted me. With everything that had happened, I so needed a break. At my last checkup, the doctor advised me to rest. He said with everything that had happened, my body was still recuperating.

I was sick sucks because even when the illness leaves, you're still not one hundred percent. All I wanted to do when we got home was go to bed.

Nash glanced at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. The doctor said I needed to take it easy and not stress. My body is still recovering from everything," I sighed.

"Well, when we get home, take it easy. I'll have Nolan help me with your bags," he suggested.

"Yeah, I will lie down when we get home. Maybe some sleep will help."

He reached over and slid his hand into mine, then brought my hand up to his lips, giving it a tender kiss. Boy, what this man does to me with just a simple gesture.

A few hours later, we arrived home, and as advised, I went up to my room while Nolan helped Nash bring in our bags. Nixon, Nathan, and Noah brought in theirs.

I said hi to Nate and Pat quickly then went up to my room. My bed was calling my name. As soon as I laid down, I was out.

"Is Maggie okay?" Nate asked Nash.

"Yeah, the doctor said she needed to rest. Her body is still recuperating from everything. I'll check on her in a few hours. Maybe sleep will help," he answered. He went up to his room and set his bags down.

Pat looked at Nate. "That poor girl has been through so much."

"I know hun, but even with all that, she still came through it all," he reasoned.

"Hopefully, nothing else happens. It would devastate Nash if something happened to her," Pat said to him.

"Yep," he agreed with her.

Nixon, Nathan, and Noah walked in with their stuff.

"Where's Nash and Maggie?" Nixon asked them.

"Nash went upstairs with Nolan, and Maggie is lying down. She said she was a little tired," Nate mentioned to him.

The boys looked at each other worriedly.

"What?" Pat asked them.

"That's what happened when we returned to school last year after Christmas. She said she's exhausted and ended up majorly sick," Nixon explained. They all looked at each other as they ran upstairs.

They opened my door to see Nash sitting with me.

"I'm worried about her," he whispered.

They looked at him, then I stirred. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, "What's going on?"

"We were just checking on you, sweetheart," Pat said to me.

I yawned again. "Sorry, I was just tired from the car ride."

"Oh, it's okay. We were making sure you were okay," Nate mentioned.

Once I was fully alert, I looked at all of them. The Grays all had worried expressions on their face.

"Guys, I'm fine. I was just tired from the car ride," I reassured them.

"Are you sure?" Nash asked me.

I turned and looked at Nash. "I'm positive," I reassured him. He still looked worried. "Trust me, Nash. I'm fine. I just needed some rest."

"Maggie, I know you're trying to reassure us, but it was hard watching you be sick, then watch everything that happened afterward," Nixon explained to me.

"Honestly, we felt helpless," Noah added.

I looked at them, then Nathan took me by surprise. "Watching someone you love and care about to suffer breaks your heart. You want to help them but don't know-how. Then you get angry because all you want them to do is get better, not knowing if they will or not. The unknown is scary as hell."

I looked at all of them; then it hit me. It terrified the brothers. I didn't realize how scared they indeed were because of what happened. I mean, when someone is sick, they don't worry about the surrounding people. It's hard when you don't feel good yourself.

"I understand it worried all of you. Trust me, I do. It's something you feel when the person you love is sick. I wish I didn't have to make you worry like that," I told them.

"Maggie, you need not worry about making us feel bad about this, that's what we do with family," Nate assured me.

I couldn't help but smile, causing them to look confused.

"Why are you smiling?" Nolan asked me.

"Because it's nice to have a family. My parents are roaming the country," I said to them. They looked at each other. "What?"

"Maggie, there is something you should know about your parents," Nate said to me. I just looked at him. Now what?

I sat there in shock after Nate and Pat told me about my parents. I didn't know what had happened. That would explain why people were living in my house. Well, not my home anymore.

"Maggie?" I looked at Nate as he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I wish I could say I feel bad, but honestly, I don't feel anything about it," I sighed.

"Mags, it's okay to be angry," Nash assured me.

"But that's the thing; I'm not angry. A real family cares about you. They are there when you need them." I looked at everyone. "You all were there for me. When I woke up in the hospital room, I saw you guys, not them. Even though I didn't know why you were there, to begin with?"

"That's reassuring," Nixon huffed.

I looked at Nixon and rolled my eyes, "Did you forget we all didn't like each other when I came to stay here, and I thought it was that time when I finally woke up? No, you forgot, not shut it," I ordered him.

"Damn bro, she just owned your ass," Nolan smirked.

Nixon gave me a look. "You're such a twit. You know that?"

"How would I be a twit? A twit is a stupid person. I was stating a fact. Does it bother you that for once in your tiny existence, that I one-upped you? Because you hate to lose at everything, I would take that as a yes," I snapped.

They looked at me, stunned.

"Looks like Maggie just handed your ass to you on a silver platter," Nathan snickered.

He rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Whatever."

"Family is the ones that care about you through the good and bad." I looked at all of them. "You guys have been there for me. With all the confusion in my head, it was so hard to tell what were memories and what wasn't. To know you lost a chunk of your life and not sure you would ever get it back is a terrifying thing ever," I explained to them.

They looked at me with compassion. It was true; it terrified me. I hardly had any memories of that part of my life. I only got bits and pieces then everyone else filled me on other things, I didn't remember.

Pat walked over and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Maggie, it's okay being scared. We all get scared. No one thinks you should be, but that's not the case. It may scare everyone. The question that remains is how you feel now?"

I looked at her and the boys. I guess I didn't realize it. I never stopped to answer a simple question.

"Happy," I answered as they all looked at each other and smiled. For once in my life, I was happy. Even with everything that happened, I was finally happy. It was about damn time.