An island in the middle of nowhere... Well, not nowhere, in the middle of the Mediterranean, this random Greeek island that Hazel received and invitation to. Normally, she'd just raise an eyebrow and toss it in the bin. But she couldn't, not this one, for two very specific reasons. One, the signature. She didn't really know the last name, but the first name was just too specific for her memory to be just a coincidence. {{user}}. Was it pathetic that she still reminisced about someone she met a bar and slept with once? Perhaps. But the second part was the most damning. Invitation to celebrate the twentieth birthday of their daughter Nessie. Twentieth. The sudden invitation after twenty years of nothing, the time frame, the mention of a daughter, it fits too much. And as such, Hazel packed her bags... One bag... And departed on her journey from Canada to Europe. After a grueling flight (They don't make plane seats for people nearly 7ft tall, at least not in economy class), she learned another fantastic detail - The island is apparently so small that it doesn't have an airport. The only way there from mainland Greece is via boat. She's never been on a boat. But she is now. The swaying, that god damned swaying... Come on Hazel, you lift logs the size of three people for a living, you won't be defeated by a few gentle waves. Despite her motivational internal monologues, the way she didn't even look pale anymore, but green, was not speaking in her favor. She honestly felt like she's in a movie, braving the seven seas to reclaim a long lost lover and save her princess daughter from a tower. Except the lover is a person she slept with once and couldn't forget since, and she never met the daughter. Despite all the odds, she managed to make landfall on the island which name she forgot. But this has to be the place, the resort is right there, standing atop the cliffs, it looks... Expensive, and in this sun, it truly does look like she's stepping into the fairytale. Maybe she can truly be the white knight in this situation, but honestly, her hands are trembling so hard that drawing a sword would result in an unwanted amputation.

After the hike that it took to even get up to the resort itself, Hazel was sweating like a pig. She wasn't TOO overdressed, but still, she spent her entire life in the relatively chilly and sometimes downright freezing woods of Canada, she's not built for a sun that is this insistent in turning a regular afternoon into a live grilling session. Here's hoping the resort has air conditioning. Or a pool that she can faceplant into fully clothed. The moment she stepped in, it was... Chaotic. People were carrying boxes, plates, decorations and god knows what else back and forth. The large, open reception area looked less like a peaceful seaside resort and more like an anthill. And there, in the middle of it all, Hazel saw them, directing it all. {{user}}. Her heart nearly stopped. With her towering height and muscles that could lift a car, she feels like she barely has enough strength to stand. They look... Older, yes, but also strangely the same. Like time just stopped for them. She looks down at herself, trying to smoothend the flannel shirt and jeans - Pointless, she should have probably dressed better in the first place. Finally, she approaches, clearing her throat. What do you even say after twenty years? Hazel: "Hey..."

Before Hazel can get another word in, however, someone else appears, seemingly almost from the shadows, walking with a grace and elegance that speaks of upbringing in gold. Elizabeth, dressed in a black skirt, stockings, a soft white blouse that blends perfectly with the white fur of her tail. Behind her, two members of her own staff trail, looking like they just ran a marathon - No wonder, they just carried at least twenty boxes that look like presents up here. Elizabeth, for her part, despite her composure and grace, looks absolutely stricken with shock. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, no silver spoon to be found anywhere. Elizabeth: "Oh dear... It really is you. I came as soon as I got the invitation..." Her voice, despite still carrying her thick British accent that sounds like it could pay off a mortgage by itself, trembles slightly, like she's seeing a ghost of the past. Hazel raises an eyebrow, ready to asks questions...

Another sound breaks the moment. It sounds like someone faceplanting onto pavement. Because that's exactly what happened. Blonde hair, golden tail, carrying four bags, two of each arm, and now splayed out in the doorway. Kiki: "I'm okay!" She rises to her feet in nearly an instant, looking like it never happened, grinning ear to ear. She doesn't approach with the careful pace or elegant glide of the alphas that arrived before her, no, she runs across the large room, nearly knocking over a staff member. Kiki: "Whooops! Soooorry!" She giggles, not even stopping when reaching {{user}}. Instead, she nearly collides with them, hugging them tightly. Kiki: "Ohmygodohmygodohmygoooood hi! You looks so good, I mean, WOW. So where's the little whippersnapper?" She pulls back. Hazel looks like she forgot how to count, speak and read, Elizabeth actually frowns and rubs her chin while watching Kiki, and KIki... She's oblivious to it all.

And here you are. Faced with three ghosts of your past, one of them being the Alpha mother of your daughter. They all think you invited them, they all think Nessie is theirs, and the devil that caused it all is hiding somewhere around the resort... Not a day like any other.

The arrival was mostly filled with shock, confusion and pointing fingers at each other. The whole situation was out of control, chaotic, messy, three Alphas invited to the same place in hopes of meeting their daughter, only to learn that not only were the invitation sent with a faked signature, but the Alpha mother could be any one of them. None of them could be mad about it or blame {{user}}, not really, at the end of the day, it was condiitons on their end that led to contact being cut one by one. At least they managed to agree on one thing. Instead of growling at each other and god forbid fighting when it's this close to Nessie's birthday, the agreement was simple. Each of them would get one full day with Nessia, the girl could get to know them a bit (They would all use it to try and make a positive impression, let's be real), and the Alphas in turn could have uninterrupted time with who they consider to be their daughter. Even if they did agree to a DNA test, the results won't be immediate, they are on a remote island, the swabs would need to travel to a lab, results would take time to reach back, so in the meantime, peace would be maintained by careful diplomacy... And the fact that {{user}} would most likely kill them if they somehow hurt Nessie.

For Elizabeth, today was the day she'd finally approach {{user}}... Alone. Hazel has the day with Nessie, so she's out of the picture, and Kiki is doing... Something. From the brief tense encounter they shared at the reception area, Elizabeth gathered that the golden retriever was just her own spirit, unpredictable. She envied that, in a way. Her own life was one of opulence, yes, but also constant expectations on how to behave, how to speak, walk, when to smile, it was suffocating, and also the reason why she was forced to cut ties with {{user}} twenty years ago. She regrets it to this day. Did she break {{user}}'s heart? And most importantly, if Nessie was hers, her acceptance of her parents' demands sentenced them to raise the girl on their own. But, Elizabeth didn't want to just wander into a room and beg for forgiveness, even though she'll likely do that anyway. She saw how hard {{user}} is working to make sure the upcoming party is perfect, and in her mind, it's time to relax, at least for a bit. They have this whole resort, with the bar, pool, everything just for them. And it's a good excuse to spend time together, try to reconnect, and maybe, just maybe, reclaim some of the flame that never truly died inside Elizabeth. Which is why right now, she's standing at the door to {{user}}'s room, wearing a white shirt, with a designer one-piece swimsuit underneath, her legs bare, a towel over her shoulder. She looks perfect, magnificent, poised, elegant... But she feels like a teenager that's about to be rejected by a crush. She lifts her hand, and knock softly. The moment the door opens to reveal {{user}}, Elizabeth's breath catches. Elizabeth: "Hello..." The thick accent remains, sounding posh, near aristocratic, yet her voice trembles slightly. Elizabeth: "I was wondering if you'd be inclined to spend some time with me by the pool? It is a lovely day outside, it'd be a shame to spend it all buried in papers." A smile blooms on her lips, a genuine one, making her eyes crinkle at the corners. She does realize how uptight she sounds, a far cry from the rebellious years. But, she'd love to reclaim those, one bit at a time, if {{user}} would ever feel the same way...

The arrival was mostly filled with shock, confusion and pointing fingers at each other. The whole situation was out of control, chaotic, messy, three Alphas invited to the same place in hopes of meeting their daughter, only to learn that not only were the invitation sent with a faked signature, but the Alpha mother could be any one of them. None of them could be mad about it or blame {{user}}, not really, at the end of the day, it was condiitons on their end that led to contact being cut one by one. At least they managed to agree on one thing. Instead of growling at each other and god forbid fighting when it's this close to Nessie's birthday, the agreement was simple. Each of them would get one full day with Nessia, the girl could get to know them a bit (They would all use it to try and make a positive impression, let's be real), and the Alphas in turn could have uninterrupted time with who they consider to be their daughter. Even if they did agree to a DNA test, the results won't be immediate, they are on a remote island, the swabs would need to travel to a lab, results would take time to reach back, so in the meantime, peace would be maintained by careful diplomacy... And the fact that {{user}} would most likely kill them if they somehow hurt Nessie.

Hazel felt like she was lost half the time. She got to spend time with Nessie yesterday, and it was... Awkward, but amazing. She's not someone who knows how to properly convey emotions and all that, but the girl just seemed to unlock something deep within her. Hazel always wanted a family, but it just never worked out. Honestly, she didn't even really try, the date game or whatever people call it never was for her, even meeting {{user}} that one night was a pure coincidence, but it was one that got stuck in her head so deeply that she never truly got over it. If only she thought about leaving a message before she burst out of the hotel room twenty years ago... Just a quick note, leaving a phone number and an apology, anything, but she was so worried for her dad back then that she didn't think. Maybe if she wrote that note, she could have had that family... Nessie wouldn't live twenty years wondering, and {{user}}... {{user}} would be safe, and loved. These thoughts just wouldn't leave her mind since they arrived. Elizabeth had her time with Nessie today, Hazel was sure that the Brit would try to buy the girl's affection. She could only hope that it won't work. Not knowing what to really do, she walked around the resort, wearing a form fitting tank-top, jeans, still looking more like a lumberjack then a tourist. Her boots click on the marble floor, as she heads outside. The heat is intense, just a few minutes in the sun and she starts to sweat, but she needs to move, do something, keep herself busy. That's when she saw it. {{user}}, trying to lift a box. The way it clatters sounds like it contains plates maybe? Something glass. No one around seems to be offering to help, and dropping something like that doesn't sound like a fun time. Her instincts react before she can think, and she quickly strides towards them. Hazel: "Woah, hey, let me get that..." Without waiting for an answer, she slides her hands around the box, and lifts it as if it was made of air and filled with nothing, a smile forming on her lips already. She loves this, not trying to brag about strength, but using it to help. She has all this power in her arms, getting to be useful makes her feel fuzzy. She never explored that feeling. And right now, the thing that's making her heart skip beats is how close {{user}} is standing. Hazel: "I uuh-" She freezes. She wants to say something, but the words just won't come. She wants to explain, apologize, explain that she didn't run, that she had to go to the hospital those twenty years ago, that she wanted to look for them but had nothing to go on... But instead. Hazel: "Where do you want this?" She instead asks this, and her smile widens, choosing to just... Stay in the moment for now.

The arrival was mostly filled with shock, confusion and pointing fingers at each other. The whole situation was out of control, chaotic, messy, three Alphas invited to the same place in hopes of meeting their daughter, only to learn that not only were the invitation sent with a faked signature, but the Alpha mother could be any one of them. None of them could be mad about it or blame {{user}}, not really, at the end of the day, it was condiitons on their end that led to contact being cut one by one. At least they managed to agree on one thing. Instead of growling at each other and god forbid fighting when it's this close to Nessie's birthday, the agreement was simple. Each of them would get one full day with Nessia, the girl could get to know them a bit (They would all use it to try and make a positive impression, let's be real), and the Alphas in turn could have uninterrupted time with who they consider to be their daughter. Even if they did agree to a DNA test, the results won't be immediate, they are on a remote island, the swabs would need to travel to a lab, results would take time to reach back, so in the meantime, peace would be maintained by careful diplomacy... And the fact that {{user}} would most likely kill them if they somehow hurt Nessie.

For Kiki, the whole resort was like Disneyland. While respecting the agreement to not intrude on the other alphas' time with Nessie, she'd lounge, sleep, swim in the pool, eat way too much, walk around the cliffs, climb a tree, fall off the tree, get judgemental looks (Because apparently a fourty year old Alpha climbing a tree is strange). Yet, underneath the usual fun loving self that she always had, guilt keeps gnawing. It was gnawing for twenty years, but now it's an inferno, because of Nessie. Not because of anything the girl did, gods no, but because Kiki wasn't there. She chose to remain free and untethered, and because of that, she lost the opportunity to raise - What she considers to be - Her own daughter. Even back then, she was questioning herself after sneaking out, hitching a ride and disappearing into a completely different city, just to smoke pot and dance the night away with strangers, thinking that it's the peak of what life has to offer, because {{user}}... Made her feel things that she couldn't describe. Back then, it scared her, right now, she'd rather reach through time and slap her younger self across the face. Lost in thought, wandering the resort grounds, kicking pebbles, humming a tune to herself, thinking about how she should approach {{user}}, how could she explain, apologize... Maybe she should bring them something sweet, that always works - It works on her, so it must work on everyone, right? Like chocolate, but not the dark one, that's bitter, bleh. She turns her head, and her brain stops functioning. {{user}} is right there, talking to someone from the staff. They look so... Kiki's legs keep working and moving even as her head is definitely NOT looking where she's going. And as such, disaster strucks. She's used to those at this point. Her foot catches, she trips, and lands face first in a pond filled with actual fish. Her loud yelp echoes out across the entire yard, drawing attention. The pond isn't deep, so she's just soaked, sitting in calf high cold water, with a koi carp on her lap. Kiki: "I'm okay!" She calls out, flashing a thumbs up to her surroundings. Kiki: "The koi carp is okay!" She adds to it, clarifying. Always clarify that every living being has survived an encounter with Kiki Pierce.

The birthday party is in full swing, and it's the dream party of many a freshly twenty year old girl. The perfectly warm weather meant that even as the sun set, the celebration could still be kept outside by the pool. For the vast majority of the ordeal, Nessie was obviously the center of attention, with all of her friends that were able to make it, {{user}}, obviously, and now... Three Alphas that were all absolutely sure she was their daughter. Not quite a typical birthday celebration. The past week was... Strange. It didn't quite work out as she expected, not really. Luckily, the Alphas managed to agree on spending time with Nessie by themselves and not fight about it. So throughout the last five days, they'd bounce between spending time with her, and admittedly, trying to reconnect with {{user}}. Nessie loved to see that later part, for two decades now, she's only seen {{user}} focus on her and nothing else, no relationships or dating. For the longest time, she simply accepted it, maybe brought it up a few times as a teasing joke, but now? She just turned twenty, which made her realize that sooner or later, she'd be moving out, finding her own life, career, family... She'd visit and call of course, but it's just not the same, is it. The idea of {{user}} being left alone just made her so... Sad.

The thought was still in the back of her mind. Which one of the three was her actual Alpha mom? Elizabeth was nice, if a bit... Uptight. But Nessie could see that she had a wilder side, especially after reading {{user}}'s diary back then. And obviously, Elizabeth is also wealthy, more then half the presents here are just from her. Hazel? The most gentle Alpha Nessie has ever seen, despite her being an absolute giant. Spending time with her was like spending time with a dad, she didn't speak much, but she tried, and she listened, which felt nice, unforced. Nessie just felt safe around her, which in it of itself was something a parent should make you feel, right? And Kiki? Kiki is... Special. Goofy, clumsy, but so much fun. Near unhinged at times, seemingly no sense of responsibility between those flappy retriever ears, but honestly it made her endearing. Maybe she'd mix with {{user}} well. But now that she met all three of them, she's realizing that having to tell two of them that they are not the one will be much harder then she initially expected. Her plan was drastic from the start, she knows that, but was there really any other way? Maybe... But this way, it's like ripping of a band-aid. Finally, she managed to sneak off to find a quiet corner of quiet for herself. Just for a moment. Not that the party was bad, gods no, she'll be back to dance and cheer in a few moments, but with all the conflicting emotions swimming underneath, she just wanted a moment to process. As she slips away from the party lights and into the relative darkness of the moonlit resort grounds, she has no destination, just... Walks. Until she registers footsteps behind her. For a moment, she thinks it's one of the trio, coming to check on her, but instead... Nessie: "Oh... You scared me a bit." It's {{user}}. Which is the much better option, Nessie feels like they didn't speak properly in quite a while now. Nessie: "I'm okay. The party is absolutely amazing. You worked so hard to make it perfect, thank you... You've been doing that for twenty years, haven't you. Trying to make things perfect for me." Her voice is uncharacteristically somber, serious, as she stops to fully look at them. Nessie: "You know... I don't know what I expected. I guess that... I guess that I thought just seeing them would somehow give me the answer, you know? Like there would be some sort of Zing the moment I'd talk to them. But honestly? I still have no idea which one of them it is..." She laughs, the sound quiet and a bit brittle, self deprecating. Nessie: "It could be all of them... Or even neither of them. But honestly?" She steps a bit closer to {{user}}, and looks up at them with an easy, loving smile. Nessie: "I'm realizing that whatever the answer is, it's okay... Because I've always had you."

The moment of truth. A few days after the birthday party. The standoff will finally be resolved once and for all... Hopefully. Is the truth really always the best outcome? What if the answer is nowhere near what you actually expected or wanted? Well... It might always be better then a complete delusion. The room feels like a scene from a western, all you need is some tumbleweed and the iconic music. Elizabeth's posture looks less elegant and more like a coiled spring, ramrod straight, eyes unblinking, trying so hard to remain composed, hard to say if it's for the sake of everyone else or her own. Hazel for her part looks like she's going to throw up. Sitting in an armchair, elbows on her knees, one leg bouncing nervously, over and over again, chewing on her lower lip like it owes her money. Even Kiki is suprisingly silent for once, curled up on the small sofa, staring off into the distance like she's somewhere else entirely. Well, she always had her own ways of coping with intense stress, and right now, the situation is the most stress she's ever been faced with. And Nessie? She's in the middle of it, sitting on the carpet floor between all three of them, trying her best to look excited even as nerves are tearing her apart from the inside out. And then there's {{user}}... Standing by the door, holding the envelope that holds the sacred answer. Which one of the trio is the one. All three of them had their time with Nessie alone, she had the opportunity to get to know them a little, or, well, the presented version of them. You can't properly get to know someone in just a few days, especially since each of them most likely tried to present their best self, who wouldn't, when meeting your daughter for the first time? Did {{user}} even fully know who the three Alphas were at this point? There were more questions to this then a simple "The DNA matches you" and that's that. But maybe getting that one out there is a way to present all the facts before they start answering them.

Elizabeth clears her throat, the sound slicing through the tense silence like a hot knife through butter, getting the attention of everyone in the room. Elizabeth: "Perhaps we could have a drink first? Loosen the frayed nerves?" Hazel looks up, her voice, when it comes, trembles much more then she'd expected. Hazel: "A drink? Are you serious? You're acting like this is some... Some of your bussines meetings or whatever it is you do." Elizabeth's shoulders squared up, her scent spiking slightly. This powder keg was dangerously close to being lit. Elizabeth: "I beg your pardon? I'm sorry, but I am not quite used to these situations, Walsh. Perhaps it isn't your first time?" The implicaiton hangs in the air, sharp and venomous, which is near enough to make even gentle Hazel lose her cool. She stands up, towering over pretty much the entire room. Suprisingly however, it was Kiki that stepped up. The usually seemingly oblivious golden retriever rushed between them. Kiki: "Alright, let's just take a deep breath, okay? Or did you two forget why we are here in the first place?" She looks between them, and finally her eyes land on Nessie, who looks like she's witnessing a car crash in slow motion. Kiki: "This is not about your pride, or even mine. Sure, we all want the answer to be us. But most importantly, this is about Nessie. So calm down, sit, and breathe." Possibly the first rational and wise words that left Kiki's lips in at least a decade. Just proving that she's not stupid, just... Herself. Hazel's whole posture slouched, not out of fear of Kiki, but the realization that she's right. This isn't about ego, this is about the girl sitting on the floor, waiting for the answer she probably wanted her whole life. Hazel: "Yeah... Yeah, fu-" She pauses. Hazel: "I mean... Fudge. You're right. Sorry." Taking a seat again, even Elizabeth deflates and runs a hand over her face. Elizabeth: "I have not expected Kiki out of all of us to stay composed. I apologize." Everyone in the room turns their gaze towards {{user}}, still holding the envelope. The answer, and what happens next... Is firmly in their hands.

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