Spencer blinked.

Ashley cocked an eyebrow.

Raife and Arthur glared at their wives.

Paula and Christine glared back at their husbands.

Time stopped, all eyes slowly moving back and forth, waiting for something to happen to change the course of this out come, and it came with ragged breathing, hard eyes and confusion.

“No…I…it’s not true, is it?” Spencer finally spun around to face her father, she knew she probably shouldn’t believe her mom and she didn’t but she also felt like she needed to hear her father say it, for him to deny the lie and tell her the things she needed to hear.

Arthur tilted his head back letting out a small chuckle, “Of course not sweetie she just wants to get under your skin,”

“Don’t lie to her Arthur!” Paula growled she was tired of everything going on and wanted it to end one way or another.

“Me…Paula we all know you are the one lying,” his smirk crawled creepily up his lips causing anger to flare up inside her body, making him feel all that much better seeing the shaking hatred behind her blue eyes.

“It’s not true,” Paula sighed turning her attention back on her daughter, “Spencer I only did what I thought would keep you  safe,”

Spencer shook her head stepping closer to her father, “You did what you wanted…you cared nothing about me!” she screamed.

“Ashley go put your hand on the post,” Raife urged his daughter, tapping her lightly on the back, blinking she nodded and stepped forward only to have her mother step in front of her.

“Don’t,” Christine warned with her gun pointed at the ground, “Listen to Paula she’s telling the truth Ashley,”

“How can we trust you two?” the young brunette wondered, “You’ve done nothing but hurt us,”

Spencer bit her lip and pushed past her mom who went to stop her but was stopped by Arthur getting in her way shaking his head. The blonde reached out with much protest from their mother’s and the soldiers behind their mothers. She waited for a moment with her hand on the post but nothing happened.

“Ashley you too,” Raife again nudged his daughter to the post. She nodded and with a defiant glare at her mother she approached her girlfriend, standing across from her she laid  her hand on the other side, the top of the post large enough to allow both their hands to lay comfortably on top.