Chris looked over the offers on the table. It seemed that everyone and their mother wanted to get the interview with him and Stephanie. If he didn't hate the idea of the entire thing, he would be kind of flattered. As it was though, he just wanted to get the truth out there so he and Stephanie could move on with their lives and the girls. This seemed to be a necessary evil and he kind of hated the celebrity of it all. He couldn't even go to the store without some paparazzi finding him so he couldn't go with the girls because he wanted to maintain their privacy.

He heard a little sound by the door and he looked up and saw Ferris in the doorway, giving him a little smile, "Hey, Bueller, what's up?"

"Nothing," Ferris shrugged, "I was just seeing what you were doing, are you busy?"

"Never for you," he smiled, beckoning her over with a nod of the head. Ferris bounded over and stood next to his chair. He reached out and pulled her into her lap, giving her a kiss on the forehead, which she giggled at. She leaned against him and once again, Chris couldn't believe this dynamic little girl was actually his.

Sometime he caught himself looking at her with this air of wonder. She was so perfect in every way. Of course, she wasn't, realistically speaking, but to him, there was nothing more perfect in this world and he'd had a hand in that, albeit for a long time that hand had only been biological, but whatever it was, this little girl was his and would be for the rest of his life and he couldn't feel more lucky or proud of that achievement.

"What're you doing?" Ferris asked sweetly, looking over at Chris's desk and peering at what was on it.

"I'm trying to decide who I want to do an interview with," he explained to her, pulling a couple of the papers closer, "your mom and I are going to go on TV and we're going to do an interview and answer questions."

"Like at school?" Ferris asked.

"Not really, these are more questions about our lives and things like that, like how we're doing and everything," Chris said, "lots of people want to interview us so I have to pick out who I think would be best for the job, like when your mom decides who she wants to give a push to, she has to weigh all the options before deciding.

"So you're trying to decide which person is the best?"

"Exactly," he told her.

"Will Keegs and I be on the interview too?" Ferris wondered. She'd never done an interview before and the thought didn't really appeal to her. She didn't want to be on TV, that's where lots of people could see her and she didn't think she's want all those people watching her, even if she couldn't see them. She'd rather stay behind the camera and not be in front of it.

"No, it'll just be me and your mom," Chris told her, "we want to make it so it's just us, but we want to do it because we want to get it out there how we're doing since we found out I'm your daddy and how everything is going. That's all."

"Why do people want to know that?"

Chris sighed. He didn't quite know how to answer that. People were nosy was the simplest answer. People were always fishing for the next piece of celebrity gossip and whenever something juicy came up, they wanted to know all the details even though more times than not, it was none of their business. But apparently being in the spotlight meant it was their business, even as a little girl struggled to get used to all the huge changes happening in her life. He wanted to shelter Ferris from it all, just make it all disappear for her sake, make sure nobody ever got to her.

"Well, you know how I have Fozzy?"

"Yes, I do, of course," Ferris said, grinning at her father, "that's your band and you're really, really good. I remember seeing you, we should go to one of your concerts again, I think that would be a lot of fun."

"I think it would be fun too, we'll have to ask your mom if you can come on tour with us over the summer, you and your sister and your mom can travel with me and we can go all over the place and sight-see and you can see all those great historical sites, I know you love history," he said, smiling a little at how smart his daughter was. He wanted to claim those genes, but he knew they really came from Stephanie.

"I'd like that."

"Well, anyways, Fozzy is a really huge band and the members of the band, myself included, we're famous, you know, where everyone wants to know what we're doing."

"Okay," Ferris nodded.

"Well, because of that, people want to know what's going on in my life, everything. I don't really like it, especially not right now since we're both still getting used to the idea of me being your daddy-"

Ferris shrugged, "I kind of like you being my daddy, you're always here and that's good. I like it because you're around and you're even kind of like a daddy to Keagan even though I know that…uh…Hunter is her daddy. You love her like you were her daddy."

"I do, I love both of you the same exact way, nobody is better in my mind, I love you both," he reiterated. He didn't want either one of them thinking that he favored Ferris because she was his biological daughter. He loved his little spitfire, Keagan, and he always would. "People just want to know things and they want to see pictures of you and your mommy and I don't want that for you right now."

"Pictures of me?" Ferris asked, her brow knitting together. "Why do people want pictures of me? I don't do anything, I just go to school."

"I know that, Mommy knows that, Grandma and Grandpa know that, even Keagan knows that," Chris joked, winking at her, "but all my fans will want to see you because you're my daughter, it just happens when you have someone famous who is related to you. We just want you to be able to be a kid and that's why we're going to do the interview."

"So it's for me?"

"It's to benefit you and to benefit Keagan as well. Hopefully, when everyone knows how great we're doing, they'll lay off of us and then we won't have to worry about people following us with cameras trying to take our pictures because that just gets annoying."

"I bet it does," Ferris said, then leaned over to look at the papers in front of her. She looked at the pictures included in the different portfolios. She spotted the picture of Diane Sawyer and she liked the way she looked. She seemed nice and friendly, "I like her."

"You do?"

"She looks the nicest out of all the pictures in there," Ferris nodded, "I think you should do your interview with her."

"Well, if that's what you want, I think that's what we'll do," he told her. He figured that his daughter had good judgment and either way, the interview was going to be on Chris and Stephanie's terms so it didn't really matter who was doing the interviewing.

"Um, Daddy," she said, while still tentative about saying the word. It was still difficult for her to remember that he was her daddy and she should address him appropriately. Every time she said it, though, it did get easier so she just had to keep saying it.

"Yeah?" he asked her, never tiring of her calling him Daddy.

"Do you…" She didn't really know how to proceed with what she wanted to ask and she took a sigh. "Do you think that Hunter really likes spending time with me still? I mean, you're doing your interview and he's not my daddy anymore and maybe he's…maybe he's going to be really sad and not want to see me anymore and I still like seeing him."

"Oh, Bueller," he hugged her to him and she banded her arms around him as best she could as he rested his cheek on her hair.

"I know he's not my daddy and everything, I know that," Ferris said, just to make sure her real daddy knew that, "but I still like seeing him when he's nice and he was gone for so long and everything and I don't want him to hate me."

"Bueller, he could never hate you and I think this interview will help all of us try and move on. Hunter is trying to be a better man and a better father to Keagan and also to you. He might not be your daddy like that anymore, but he's still a very important person in your life and he's really trying hard to make it up to you and Keagan."

"I just don't want him to hate me."

"He could never, nobody could ever hate you," he told her and he meant it. She was such a sweet girl, always thinking of everyone's feelings. "Hunter is going to understand about the interview because we're going to talk with him about it beforehand. He's definitely going to have a voice in all of it and we're not going to make him angry with it."

He and Stephanie had decided to come up with some topics they were willing to discuss and they were going to go over the list with Hunter to make sure that he was okay with what was being said. They didn't want him part of the interview since they wanted to be as broad as possible and they didn't trust Hunter not to air something he really shouldn't (Chris was still wary of him and with good reason, this was Hunter; he was unpredictable). Still, they wanted his input on what they could say about him and if he didn't want to be included by name, they would work around him appropriately.

"Okay," Ferris said in a small voice, "as long as he's not mad."

"We promise, he won't be," Chris told her, "don't worry about any of this, Bueller, you just keep being you and everything will work itself out."

"Are you and Mommy going to have another baby?"

"You are just full of questions today, aren't you?" he asked good-naturedly.

"I like to know things," she giggled as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. She was back to feeling better after Chris's reassurances. She really wanted to spend time with Chris because she liked him and she liked that he was her daddy, even if it meant that Hunter wasn't her daddy anymore. She kind of wanted to know everything about him that she didn't.

"Well, I don't know about right now, but maybe after we're married we might have one, you'd like another little brother or sister, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool to have a baby here," Ferris said, "I think Keagan would like it too, we could help you and Mommy."

"I would hope so, we'd need the help," he told her with a nod. Babies were the furthest thing from his mind, but when he did think about them, he couldn't say they were necessarily a bad thing. He'd never gotten to do the baby thing so having a baby around would be a whole new experience for him.

"Would you…would you love it more than us?" Ferris asked. "I mean, just because you'd have it forever since it was a baby."

"Not a chance," Chris shook his head. "Hey, you know, with all the questions, you know what you're doing?"

"What?"

"You're helping me with how I'm going to handle the interview."

"Really?" Ferris beamed. She was actually helping.

"Now I know I'm going to give a great interview," he told her and watched as she puffed with pride at that. Yes, in the end, this interview was the right thing…or at least he hoped it would be. Everything would be out there and they'd be home free. His children would be safe and away from the public's prying eyes.

That was the most important thing.