Thank you guys so, so much for reading this story! For a while, I was kind of treading water without any updates, but now is a good time, I think, to bring it to a close. I realize it's short, but I hope you're able to look past the lack of length and enjoy it. Please, review as well...it's the best feeling when your stories get reviews as I'm sure many of you know! Also, I'd just like to mention that my other story, And Baby Makes Four, is still in progress...I haven't quite given up on it yet! Thanks for being so loyal!

"Abby?" Kerry called out from the foyer of Abby's quaint, condo-like apartment. She had been given instruction to arrive at noon and, when she had checked her watch as she pulled into the driveway, it was two past. "Abigail…" she called out, her voice sing-song-y.

There was a pattering of socked feet against hardwood as Abby came jogging down the hall. She was wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved shirt, though the sleeves were pushed up to her elbows. Her recently cut hair fell just to her shoulders and she pushed it away from her eyes. "Hi, sorry…" she apologized, giving Kerry a quick peck on the lips. "I was just finishing up some chart reviews…" she explained to her girlfriend as she slid her feet into her sneakers and pulled her coat over her shoulders.

Kerry smiled and nodded, glad to hear that Abby was handling her new role as head of the emergency department over at Northwestern well. It had been a hard adjustment, she knew, but over the past three months Abby had slid right into a nice groove.

"Joe?" Abby called her son's name into the general vicinity of his bedroom. "If you're coming to the game you best be out here in 2.5 or else we're leaving without you!" It was an empty threat; a joke more than anything.

Another set of footsteps, though these ones a different rhythm than Abby's, could be heard and Joe appeared from the depths of the apartment. "Jeesh, mom, give me a break…" he said, moving towards them with a smile.

Kerry chuckled and nodded her chin upwards in a sort of 'hello' nod. "Hey, kiddo. How's the knee?"

Joe wore a genuine smile. "Good…" he assured, taking his two aluminum crutches in his left hand and grabbing a Latin of Chicago sweatshirt from the tree nearby with his right. He balanced precariously with most of his wait on his healthy, left leg while he pulled it over his head and both Kerry and Abby watched him with furrowed eyebrows. When he finally had it on, he looked up at the pair of them with an amused smile. "What?"

Abby shook her head. "Never mind…" she said, putting her hand on the door and looking at Kerry then Joe. "Ready?"

They both nodded and she led the way to her own car, sliding in the driver's seat while Kerry took the passenger side and Joe occupied the back.

The ride the school's field was quick, only fifteen minutes from Abby and Joe's apartment, and as soon as they arrived they saw a deep sea of orange and navy, the colors of Latin, and maroon and yellow, the colors of their arch rival Morgan Park Academy. It was an ugly array of colors, Abby couldn't help thinking as she snagged a parking spot near the soccer field.

"I'm going to go find Katherine and Austin." Joe said once he was out of the car.

Abby nodded. "Keep your phone on!" she called out as her son crutched away.

He didn't acknowledge her request and Abby huffed, rolling her eyes.

Kerry didn't bother to secrete a chuckle as they walked towards the soccer field where Henry's game was bound to start. They stood a few feet away from the sidelines, in line with the other parents and spectators but chose to stay more towards one goal as opposed to right around the midline, forsake of separating themselves from the louder, more intense soccer moms and dads who, if a referee missed a foul or made a 'bad call', would be the ones to start a riot.

"Have you talked to Luka?" Kerry asked at half time while the two teams were off the field.

Abby shook her head, pushing a short lock of hair behind her ear. "I called to tell him about Joe's surgery, and he called back when he got out of the hospital to check in, but that's been it." she rocked back on her heels, stuffing her fists deeper into her pockets. "And that was how long ago? A month?" Another shake of a head, this one more from dismay than anything. "It makes me think these past eleven years were all a joke. We weren't a family, I guess; just a sorry attempt at one."

Kerry sighed and gave Abby's forearm a quick squeeze. "People change." Kerry knew that it had been an uphill battle between Abby and Luka since Abby had informed him that she and Joe would be moving back to Chicago back in late July. She hated the man Luka had become; he was angry, closed off, and belligerent: not the soft, passive man she had first hired back in the 90's. Looking back, however, she realized that Luka had truly been on a downward spiral since long before the divorce. The move, however, was likely what forced him over the edge.

The couple stood in silence for a while, each pondering their own thoughts, until Abby felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a voice in her ear. "Abby! Kerry!"

The two woman turned and instantly wore smiles on their faces. "Will, Jason." Kerry greeted smiling at her son's girlfriend's fathers who had also become two of her and Abby's very good friends.

The four engaged in conversation while they watched the second half of Henry's team's soccer game. By the end of the 80 minute game, the Latin walked off the field, though on tired legs, with a 1-0 win over their rivals. When the cheering and celebrating had finally settled down, Henry ambled over to where Abby, Kerry, Will, Jason, and now Joe and Sawyer, were standing. When he was only a few feet away, Kerry could make out a trail of blood trickling down his leg from a small gash that was above his knee. She cringed but looked past it.

"Nice game, dude." Joe said enthusiastically, eliciting a flood of other 'congratulations' and 'good games' from the rest of their friends and family.

When Jason finished it up with 'I didn't understand a minute of it, but I guess you did a good job; so good job!', which sent smiles to everyone's faces, Kerry spoke up again. "Is the team going out, or…?"

Henry shook his head. "Coach is taking us all out for dinner next weekend. Why? Are you offering?" He asked suggestively, making his eyebrows jump up and down.

Kerry rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes, I'm offering." She looked up at Abby and Joe, and Will, Jason and Sawyer. "You guys in?"

Abby laughed. "Well, I drove, so yeah."

Will and Jason looked at each other but Sawyer was quicker. "Most definitely!"

An hour and a half later, Kerry, Abby, Henry, Joe, Jason, Will and Sawyer were all seated around a round table at Giordano's, the pizza place the majority of North side residents considered the best. After waiting for what seemed to be forever, they were finally seated and were talking away happily, Jason seated in between Henry, who had Sawyer and Joe to his left, and Will, who had Kerry and Abby to his right. When the waitress, a woman who looked to be in her late sixties, came over, she gave a thoughtful, almost adoring smile at the group. Particularly Henry and Jason. "Well, don't you look just like dad!" She exclaimed looking at Henry before she pulled her notepad out of her apron pocket.

Henry and Jason looked at each other, brows furrowed. "Uh…um…" Henry tilted his head to the side. "Thanks?"

Completely oblivious to her amused customers, the waitress snapped her gum, smiled, and nodded. "So, what'll it be?"

They all rattled off their orders and, when the waitress walked away, cracked up. It was funny, definitely, but Henry couldn't help realize that the only two at the table who were biologically related were Abby and Joe; Sawyer had been adopted from Russia by her two fathers at only eight months old, while he had been born to his other mom, Sandy. It was interesting and diverse. He loved it.

"Henry?" Someone speaking his name and snapping their fingers brought him out of his musing.

He refocused his eyes and ears and settled both senses on Sawyer. "Hm? Sorry…zoning."

Sawyer gave her boyfriend a soft smile. "It's okay…I was just asking what you were thinking about."

Henry smiled and laced his hand through hers. "Just us." He said. "All of us…we're kinda' like a family, you know? I mean, your dads and you, my mom and I, Abby and Joe…then you and me, your dads again and Abby and my mom. It's kind of like all of our families formed a new family, you know?"

Sawyer chuckled easily and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Henry's still-tan cheek. "You must be tired…you're getting all deep on me." She teased.

Henry rolled his eyes and laughed, his hand still linked with hers. It was true, though, he mused, three different families- his', Joe's and Sawyer's, had intertwined and woven webs to connect. It was, honestly, like their three old families at formed a new one. Unconventional and not actually related, yes, but it felt like family to him.