A/N: It's time for Serena and Darien's reunion. In fact it's time for the whole family to reunite. I really hope I do it justice! :) Please review and let me know. And thanks ever so much to those who took the time to review the previous chapter:

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Chapter 6: Reunions & Misunderstanding

The Arcade (A few minutes prior to where we left off from Chapters 4 & 5)

Darien sat on the stool, slowly sipping the coffee Andrew had placed in front of him. They had come straight to the arcade from the airport for Andrew's shift and he was extremely tired. But the thought of his friends and two tiny little girls joining him for dinner and going straight back home afterwards cheered him up.

When the bell at the arcade's door jingled signalling newcomers, he automatically turned and saw the other reason, the main reason why he's finally glad to be back. Not that he'd ever acknowledge it though. Unconsciously, his heart settled at the sight of her. If he had taken the time to analyse his feelings, he'd realise that his heart is content for the first time in four days, which was how long they hadn't seen each other.

A peace entered Serena's heart as well, relieved at the sight of him, well and unharmed, at the sight of him at all for that matter. Whilst the other girls and the twin boys started for a nearby booth, she casually strode to the handsome ebony haired man to settle on the stool next to him for a bit of long due ritual repartee.

Andrew, in long standing habit, automatically placed a plate of cookies in front of her before turning to prepare the Scouts' usual order of drinks. This is another long time ritual.

Carrying the tray of drinks to the Scouts table thinking to take their orders for dinner, Andrew turned when the bell at the arcade's door jingled again, letting in four handsome gentlemen and two identical little girls. At seeing their respective partners, Mina, Raye, Lita and Amy stood up. Smiles on their faces, ready to greet their significant others, and froze.

Eleven adults and four children stared at each other. Jaws hanged, mouths agape, eyes wide.

"Sara! Suri! Thank goodness! Are you both alright?!" Twin voices from the boys broke the silence.

"Darren! Darryl! Oh! We missed you!" The girls squealed at the same time.

Four pairs of scrambling feet. Four children came together and hugged each other with obvious relief, obvious familiarity and obvious love for one another.

Andrew dropped the tray he carried with a bang. It went completely unnoticed. The eleven adults stared hard at the unfolding scene before them, too stunned to say anything. Disbelieve, bewilderment and uncertainty clear on their faces.

Oblivious to the commotion they are causing in the adults minds, Sara turned away from her siblings, running towards Darien.

"Daddy! Daddy! You're back!" she said excitedly.

Recovering himself, or perhaps merely distracted enough, Darien scooped the little girl up, laughing.

"Hey there princess!"

"We've missed you so much Daddy!" Suri joined her sister and hugged Darien's leg.

Darien bent down to give her a proper hug. "I've missed you too little girl." He said.

Ten adults watched, completely entranced. The girls, for obvious reasons. The guys, well, this show of affection is out of character for Darien, isn't it?

As for the little boys...

Darren: They called him Daddy...

Darryl: Does he know we're his children then?

Darren: He must've or he wouldn't be acting like Dad, right?

Darryl: Did the girls tell him? Did Luna P asked them to?

Whilst the little boys were having their silent contemplation over their father's past self and how much he knows, the little girls have yet to notice Serena. She on the other hand, definitely noticed them.

"Daddy?" She asked in disbelieve.

Crossing her arms, she continued, "The girls are your daughters?" incredulity all over her tone and face.

When the girls heard her voice and saw their mother, they immediately started to run towards her but were stopped by their older siblings.

"Don't Sara. She doesn't know yet." Darryl said quietly to his little sister, holding her back.

"Stop, she doesn't know yet, Suri." Darren put his hand on Suri's shoulder and informed her in an undertone.

The four children stood together, about to witness their parent's interactions, the kind they've never seen before.

At the sound of Serena's voice, Darien straightened, automatically schooling his features to reveal nothing.

Serena's mind was filled with questions, her heart beating too fast for her comfort. As she looked from Darien to the children, another thought crossed her mind. Gasping, she turned back to Darien.

"Wait a minute. Darren and Darryl are the girls' brothers...and they...look exactly like you...They are all your children?" She came to a conclusion, not quite wrong, but not quite right either.

The expression on her face was priceless. If he wasn't so stumped by the situation himself, Darien would have laughed. Instead, a mask of disdain appeared on his face.

"Serena, how stupid are you? I know you got 30's for your maths tests, but I'm 22 years old! The boys are what? 7? 8 years old? How old do you think I was when they were born?!"

"Well, that's easy! I can do simple maths you jerk! You were..." her voice trailed off for awhile before rising to a crescendo "14 years old when you had your children?! Really Darien, you'd have to be 13 when you started having se..." her voice trailed off again. Her face beet-red. But refusing to let him see her confusion and turmoil, she raised her chin and continued. "How irresponsible! The poor mother!"

Nine adults sweat dropped at this. Unaware, she carried on. "Who is the mother? Oh, poor, poor gir..."

Frustrated, Darien strode back to her. Framed her face firmly in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her hands fisted on the edge of her stool. Her head spun. Before she could react, he had pulled away.

"Well, that shuts you up, doesn't it?" He said. Satisfied, he picked up a piece of her cookie and started to bite in. It was halfway to his mouth before it hit him. His eyes locked on hers again. He let the cookie fall back into the plate.

The kiss had merely been a way of venting his frustration and to shut her up. Now some sort of delayed reaction was setting in, tightening his muscles, skimming up his spine.

She simply stood there, staring at him, lips still parted in shock, eyes wide with it.

"Wait a minute," he murmured and moved to her again.

"Wait just a minute."

She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. She could barely breathe as his hands framed her face again, gently this time, like a man experimenting with texture, partially unaware of his own actions. The expression in his eyes not entirely pleased as he leaned toward her this time.

She felt his lips brushed hers softly, the kind of touch that shouldn't have kindled a fire in the blood. Yet her blood heated. He tipped her head just enough to deepen the kiss.

A sound, distress or pleasure came from the back of her throat before her fisted hands went limp.

He scraped his teeth lightly over her bottom lip and thrilled to the helpless moan that answered him. Slowly, watching her eyes glazed and closed, he traced her lips with his tongue and dipped inside and found heaven.

A deafening sound in his head, a pounding in his veins caused him to draw back. She was trembling and instinct warned him that if he let himself go, he could end up hurting them both. She saw the change in his eyes. A subtle but distinct distancing before he stepped completely away from her.

The arcade was completely silent. A dropped needle could be heard.

Staggered, Serena braced her hand on the counter. Only fear of mortification kept her voice from shaking.

"So this is how you shut people up" she said, somehow managing to appear nonchalant.

Heart still beating wildly, Darien tilted his head, studying her before answering softly, "If that were the case, we'd be kissing everyday for the last three and a half years."

Posted on fanfiction: 09 February 2013

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Is it okay? Is the kiss predictable? I know I'm evil, but this chapter was actually longer (double actually) but I wanted to end with the kiss. I plan to end at least two more chapters with a Serena-Darien kiss and have it not be predictable. However impossible it may seem! No, no, not next chapter! Now that would have been too predictable, wouldn't it? Chapter 7 is titled Anne & Alan. It's almost done. Just a little tweaking required. So, expect it sooner rather than later. As usual, constructive reviews are appreciated. They do inspire me to write faster!

And also, do check out my completed three-shot: Before The Clock Strikes Midnight and do tell me if you think it's any good/or bad.