Three years. Pope's gone for three years and when he comes back, what does he come back to? His house was sold when he got busted, his nephew lives in his room now, and his brothers are trying to cut him out of jobs. He goes to jail instead of one of them because he was lagging behind by sixteen seconds. Sixteen seconds made the difference between freedom and jail time. Now he's got drug tests, a parole officer breathing down his neck, and brothers unwilling to allow him to earn his cut instead of just giving it to him.

But he's still got you, surprisingly enough.

You, who visited him at Folsom every week when Janine and the boys would allow you to. Not so often "for his own good." Whatever. You, who would talk to him through the crappy jail phone for his entire allotted one hour time slot, or who would sit across a table from him holding his cuffed hands underneath to avoid being yelled at by whatever guard was on duty.

You, who stuck around for him even now that three years have past. Who upgraded the bed in your room when you realized Janine was moving Joshua into Pope's room. You, who was currently lounging by the pool with all the others like it was a normal day. Bikini on, sun soaking into your skin, feet dipped into the pool though occasionally lifting to avoid being dragged in by Deran or Craig.

You had been quietly watching the siblings fight in the water before glancing around when you noticed Joshua, said nephew that took over Pope's room, had been missing for a prolonged amount of time. He was known to leave without letting anyone know so just to be sure, you get up and go to his room to check.

"Josh? You okay? You've been.." You trailed off a bit when your eyes drifted to the side and there he was. Pope. Or, your Andrew more specifically.

"You just ruined my surprise." Pope muttered in Josh's direction before finally turning towards you, going over and easily allowing his arms to drape around you as he pressed his nose into your hair before exhaling.

"Missed you.." He mumbled softly