"He's such a happy baby." Daphne said as we drove down the road back to Crystal Cove.

"Yeah. Less than a day old and already smiling." I chuckled looking down at my smiling son. His black hair had notes of red whenever the sun it just right.

     The drive back to Crystal Cove was a long one, but I enjoyed it as I got to bond with my darling boy and rest. I did ask Daphne if she would be his Godmother, and she was overjoyed. When we made it back home, Fred carried my luggage as Daph helped me inside. Her parents were there waiting for us and gushed over my son as I sat on the couch. Mr. and Mrs. Blake had practically adopted me as their own when they noticed how alike Daphne and I were in appearance. It made my heart swell that Hadrian would have someone to call grandparents. But my smile faltered when my phone rang, and I saw Paul my Starchild pop up on screen.

"Hello?" I asked answering it.

"Ava? Thank KISSteria. I wasn't sure you would answer." I heard Starchild's voice on the other end of the line.

"What do you want." I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I just wanted to make sure you and Hadrian made it home safe." was the reply.

"We're fine. Thanks for your help when I was delivering him." I said before Hadrian started to cry. "Look, I have to go."

"Ava, I'm his father. Please. Tell me where you are. I want to be part of his life." Starchild pleaded.

"If you want to see him, then come to Crystal Cove for a paternity test." I stated before hanging up. Everyone looked at me with worried expressions. 

"Was that Starchild?" Velma inquired as I stood up and took Hadrian from Nan.

"Yeah, he's claiming to be Harry's father." I nodded before walking into the other room as my phone chimed. 

"He said he'll be here next week." Daphne called out as I closed the door to the nursery and lifted my shirt so Harry could nurse. 

Easing into to rocking chair, I hummed as I got the chair moving.

Sleep, little one, close your eyes
Your body's cooling with the night
Let your worries slip away
Tomorrow is a brand new day

Soft music filled the room as a softly glowing aura covered us both.

Shimmering moon and satin sky
Soft wind breathes its lullaby
Your dreams are here to set you free
The dawn will bring you back to me

The dawn will bring you back to me

After my son was done eating and deep asleep, I burped him and placed him in his bassinet before grabbing my breast pump and pumping the rest of my milk. No need for discomfort. Once that was done, I took the bottles back out to the living room to see Daph was the only one here now. Giving her a tight-lipped smile, I placed the bottles in the freezer after dating them.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Honestly? No." I sighed. "I ran into KISS, and they knew me. Not believing them, I walked off, but Starchild followed me and cornered me in the cornfield telling me this whole story and he even mentioned stuff that I don't remember telling anyone."

"Wow. Did anything else happen?" she looked over at me.

"He claims to be Harry's father." I stated.

"So that's why you told him to come here for a paternity test." she concluded.

"Yeah. Daph, I'm scared. What if Harry's father really is Paul Stanley. The Starchild of KISS. What does that mean for me?" I felt tears prick my eyes.

"I don't know." she admitted. "But I'm sure we'll think of something."

 I was about to reply to her when Harry started crying again. Sighing, I got up and went into the nursery to check on him. Wet diaper. No more mysteries for me for a while.

     The days passed by with sleepless nights for me and worrying over my meeting with Paul. Would he try to take my son from me? Make me leave the place I've grown to call home? The gang was worried about me I never left the apartment and had been wearing the same clothes for over two days now. The day I supposed to meet Paul at the hospital, Daphne came in and took Harry so I could get a shower and clean up. Having her around has been a godsend. I was quick with my shower and getting dressed. We had half an hour before we were supposed to meet, but I wanted to get there early. Fred pulled up with the Mystery Machine and we got the baby carrier in the back and buckled up before driving through town. As we arrived at the hospital, I saw a limo sitting outside making me wince.

"You want us to go in with you?" Fred asked pulling up to the curb. 

"No, I'll call if I need anything." I shook my head before getting out and grabbing the carrier. "Hopefully this will be over soon."

"Good luck!" Daph called out as I walked into the hospital where I saw Paul sitting in the waiting area with the nurses and other women giving him dreamy looks.

"Ava!" he said jumping to his feet and rushing over. When he saw the carrier, he slowed down. "How is he?"

"Healthy. Getting chubby." I shrugged as I checked in with the nurse who couldn't stop looking at Paul. 

"You two can head up to the Pediatrics Ward. A nurse will direct you to a room." she sighed dreamily. I nodded and headed for the elevator with Paul behind me.

"Could I, hold him?" he asked as the doors closed.

"When we get to the room." I stated looking down at my sleeping baby.

Paul sighed and didn't say more as the elevator rose up. Finally, we were released onto the fifth floor and walked up to the nurse's station.

"Potter and Stanley for paternity testing." I said. The male nurse nodded and grabbed a file before leading us to a small room. "Thanks."

Sitting the carrier down by one of the chairs, I flipped the handle back and unbuckled Harry. Paul took the seat next to mine and I had to resist the urge to flinch. Carefully, I lifted my son out of the carrier and turned to Paul.

"Mind his head." I instructed as the rock star cradled his arms. Once Harry was safely deposited in Paul's arms, I placed my hands in my lap.

"He's so tiny." Paul breathed lightly rubbing his thumb on Harry's cheek. "His hair is black."

"You can see the red in it when the light is just right." I replied, not fighting the small smile on my face. A knock came from the door before it opened. 

"Miss Potter, Mr. Stanley." the doctor greeted as I took Harry back from Paul. "I understand you two are here for a paternity test?"

"We are. Mr. Stanley claims to be Harry's father." I nodded.

"Well, this'll only take a few hours. I just need a cheek swab from little Hadrian here as well as one from you two." the doctor explained opening three vials and three swabs.

     The doctor started with Harry, who started to cry. While I was calming my son, he swabbed Paul's cheek, then mine. After sealing the vials with the swabs and labeling them, he told us to wait here. Because Harry was fill crying, I grabbed his extra blanket and draped it over my chest before unbuttoning my blouse and getting my son to latch. The sound of a phone ringing made me scowl as Paul answered it and walked to the other side of the room.

"Yeah, we're just waiting for results now." I could hear. "You want to what? No, even if he's mine I'm not going to take him from her. She's been through enough, Bill."

I looked at Paul as fear filled me.

"Look, Hadrian will stay with Ava. No matter what. I'll send her money so she can provide for him." Paul said. "I understand that the band is on tour until KISS World is opened. Look, Bill. Ava doesn't even remember any of it. I'm going to take Hadrian, nor am I going to force her to leave where she's settled. That's final."

     Paul ended the call and sat back down with a heavy sigh. I gave him a side glance before bringing Harry back out and burping him. Holding my son in one arm, I adjusted my bra and blouse before rocking him to sleep. The singer next to me, leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed.

"You're not going to take him?" I asked quietly.

"No, I wouldn't be able to take care of him while on tour." Paul sighed rubbing his face.

"What happened when you said I disappeared?" I finally questioned.

"You had been taken by a KISSterian; known as Draven, who hates the band. We were about to start looking for you when your Patronus found us and relayed a message from you. The fact that your capture being a trap was obvious. But we came anyway. You were chained up like some sacrifice." his voice cracked. "Shadow beasts swarmed us, and you managed to break free and join us in the fight. That was the first time you used your KISSterian powers fully."

"What happened next?"

"We were about to make our escape when a shadow dragon appeared. It scattered us with a breath attack, you... You started charging up an attack when the dragon swallowed you." Tears started pouring down his face. "Seeing you swallowed, I snapped. We all began using our full strength on it, but I was taken down first. I was about to pass out when an explosion of light and fire destroyed the dragon and healed us. You were the first back on your feet, but when I tried to run to you, Draven had you hostage with a knife to your throat. He had told us you were pregnant and that he was going to kill both you and the baby. As he started cutting, you grabbed his arm and lit you both on fire."

He was full on crying now.

"Y-your throat was slit and your flames killed him. I tried to get to you, but I was burned. The fire started turning you to ash. I felt so helpless watching you die in front of me. The last thing you said was that you loved me. We kissed one last time before you burned away." I didn't realize I was crying with him. Reaching over, I pulled him into a hug as he sobbed into my shoulder. "I thought you had died. Gene and the others said your powers are just like that of a Phoenix, that you are one."

"Hey, it's okay now." I shushed him. Though I may not have those memories, his aura is one of pure truth. "Shh."

Once his tears dried up, I released him and let him hold Harry as my phone chimed.

Need a pickup? -Daph

No, still waiting for results. -Me

I got a thumbs up emoji in reply before putting my phone back in my purse. Looking over at Paul, I saw him just starting as Harry as he slept. Wiping my eyes, I gave the singer a smile just as the doctor walked in.

"Well, it turns out that Mr. Stanley is indeed Harian's father." the doctor said giving us the results. "Is there anything else I can help you two with?"

"No, just email me the bill." Paul said handing Harry back to me. "It should be on the paperwork."

"Alright. I wish you two the best of luck." the doctor gave us a nod before leaving.

"Daphne is Harry's godmother. Perhaps you'd like to pick his godfather?" I suggested placing my son in his carrier before standing up. 

"I'd like that." Paul smiled wiping his eyes.

"Great. So, I'm starving. There's a great diner here in town, if you'd like to join me."

"Sure. Lunch sounds great." he said holding the door open for me. 

     Everyone one stared as we got into the elevator. When we came out on the ground floor, more stares followed us as Paul led me to the limo. I was allowed to slide in first with Harry before he got in and told the driver to head to Suzie Q's Diner. The ride was silent as Paul watched the city pass by. This was awkward. Checking to make sure Harry was still asleep, I texted Daph letting her know I was getting lunch with Paul. She replied saying she was super jealous but wished me to have a good time. Lunch was filled with Paul asking me about the mysteries I had been on. By the time we were walking out, I saw Fred with the Mystery Machine.

"Well, looks like I've gotta go." I said looking up at the singer. "Good luck with your tours. I'll send pictures and video."

"Could I come visit?" Paul asked.

"Sure. You are his father; I won't deny you visitation." I nodded rising on my toes and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Have you changed your bank information?"

"No. I was rather shocked to find I had a background here." I sighed looking at the van where Fred waved. "Well, see you around."

"Yeah. See you." Paul leaned down and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead before getting him his limo.

Walking over to the van, I buckled my son in before climbing in myself. Fred didn't say anything as he took me back to the apartment. Once I resettled my son, I turned on a movie. 

     Time passed in a blur. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Having Harry around was a blessing in its own right. Paul kept true to what he said in his phone conversation and sent me money for myself and Harry. Way more than he should have, and I tried arguing with him about, but ultimately lost that fight. The Demon, Gene, accepted being asked to be Harry's Godfather, which felt like a weight off my shoulders. Video calls, Pictures, and visits were made until Harry was around six months old when I got a phone call from Paul.

"Hey, Paul." I greeted answering the phone while making dinner one night.

"Hey. I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But we're being called off planet to investigate something. We don't know how long we'll be gone for, but I wanted to let you know. I've set up an automated pay plan, so you'll still get child support." he explained.

"Just be safe. Harry needs his father." I sighed looking over at our son in the bouncer laughing away at Scooby playing with him. "I don't care about the money. Daph's parents have taken the role of pseudo grandparents very seriously."

"I know. But, since I can't be there like a real father, I just want to make the two of you as comfortable as possible." he said.

"You bought us a damn house. And you're an amazing father." I frowned. "What little kid gets to claim that his father is a major rockstar? Look, just be safe and we'll be here when you get back."

"Ava, I know you don't remember what we went through, but I do. I love you and please be safe." he stated before the line went dead.

He loved me? I blinked at my phone in shock before Velma came over.

"The food is gonna burn." She pointed out. Shaking myself back to reality, I turned back to dinner.

     Because Paul said he was going to be off world for a while, I still kept up with taking pictures and video. Copies were saved to a DVD so that I could give it to him when he next visited. Time passed, and as Harry grew, so did my worry. Almost a year had passed since I last talked or heard anything from Paul. Harry's first birthday was held as a big celebration at the Blake family mansion. My little boy had gotten so many presents and toys I wasn't sure what to do with them. Four gifts made me tear up. They were stuffed bears from KISS. Each bear was dressed as a different one of the guys. There was one gift though, for me. It was my family ring and wand. As well as a note. My wand and ring were to be sent to me in the event that KISS didn't come back within a year, and to assume that they had perished. The gang was worried for me as I spent that night in my room curled up crying. Daph's parents had taken Harry for the night so I could mourn. They were gone? What about their fans? I knew the guys had human doubles that covered for them when they went away.

     The coming holidays were a struggle whenever Harry asked if Daddy and Uncle Ge Ge were coming. I hated telling him that they were off being rock star superheroes. But he seemed to understand. My little boy was growing up so fast. He was like a mini version of his father, but with my nose and my father's green eyes. How he had green eyes, I didn't know. But neither Paul nor I cared. We figured it was because of my magic having been given to me when I made the family bond with my parents. As time wore on, I couldn't help the tears that formed when I saw my son use accidental magic or even his KISSterian abilities. His powers were a light purple color. I did eventually sit him down and place a carefully constructed block on both of them which would only trigger if he was in extreme danger.

     Once Harry was old enough, I rejoined the gang in mystery solving, bringing Harry along with us. He loved it, always getting to be the one to remove the mask. Plus, he got to travel all over the world. During the year, I also unlocked more memories, which made missing the band all the more painful. Their doubles were doing a great job at the concerts I did go too, and they adored Harry to no end. It was nearing Harry's second birthday when she said she had a surprise for us. She had been over the moon when I told her I got some of my memories back and told her that I was the lead singer in Rising Phoenix, but that my 'band' was just some of the stagehands helping me out.