I stopped breathing. I was afraid to look, but I slowly turned my head and looked down.

To my surprise, it was a little girl. I nervously asked, "W-who are you..?"

She let go and looked up at me. Her eyes widened and said, "Wow! You're not my mommy! You're waaaayyyy pretty than mom!"

Mark quickly reached over and pulled her away from me, "Don't do that.."

The little girl only looked at me, smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. Jackson quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me down stairs while screaming, "All of you hurry up! I wanna go eat!"

Mark and his kids followed us downstairs. Whenever I felt one of them coming closer to me, I could (somewhat) feel that Mark slowed down each time. I turned my head for a bit, in the corner of my eyes I saw Mark holding onto his kids' hands tightly.

All of a sudden I bumped into a chair, "Ow!" I quietly yelped. I looked up and saw someone shyly laugh. He was only a couple inches taller than me and had a baby face.

Jackson sat down and asked, "Can we eat now, BamBam?!"

BamBam..? Who's that..? Is it him..? I asked myself as I looked at him.

He nodded with a smile and took off his apron.