The third point of view:

"That was so funny, you should have seen his face," Isabella laughed hard, clutching her stomach. It was beginning to hurt from the excessive laughter but damn, that felt so good.

Niklaus's heart swelled with joy when he saw Isabella laugh sincerely. She almost seemed like that sweet innocent girl he knew when she was younger. But unfortunately, life took away that innocence and made her this way.

His daughter encountered things kids her age would never dream of experiencing and it was partly his fault. But he's making it up to her in every way possible. Why? Because he's her father and his responsibility towards her.

"Thank you," Isabella forced the words out of her mouth. She knew her father had intentionally done that for her. At least for once, he did something right. Well, he's been doing a lot of things right recently, beginning by marrying Reina. She'd see how long this lasts.

"Aww," Niklaus smiled, "I'm so touched. You're beginning to go soft,"

"Whatever," Isabella rolled her eyes and went in, climbing the stairs that led to Maya's apartment with her father closely behind her.

Niklaus felt nostalgic the instant he came into the house, memories flooding his head. This was the point where his life changed and where they - he and Maya- conceived the twins. So yeah, you get why this place is so special to him.

When Maya died, a part of him died with her. He had been so afraid that one day he might never remember what she looked like which was why he had all of her properties moved back here and to their previous position.

Thus, each time Niklaus was plunged with the guilt of her death, he would come here. And like magic, he would find peace, and could almost swear he sensed her presence. Like a shadow, he had always felt her linger around him. Gosh, he sounded like a lunatic. Perhaps, he would have really lost his sanity if he hadn't moved away from the city.

The kids were packing up the few stuff they came in with when he arrived. Call it instinct or something, but he was drawn to the room where he and Maya made love. The bed was still the way it was and a smile tugged his mouth to the side as he recalled he and Maya having bed-breaking sex..... Wait a minute.

Niklaus' gaze narrowed at the bed as he discovered that the bed had lost another foot. Although the bed was old and squeaky, it wouldn't break that easily unless.....

Niklaus' accusing gaze rested on his daughter who was moving an item of clothing from the old wardrobe.

Sensing that someone was boring a hole into her head, Isabella turned around and her eyes connected with her father's intense ones. Call it sixth sense or something, but her gaze drifted to the bed, and from the way, her father followed her gaze told her all she needed to know. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment.

Oh boy, his theory was right. Niklaus found out from her blushing. His daughter rarely blushed but when she does, whatever caused it must be intense.

"Isabella," He growled, a low rumbling in his chest.

Isabella threw her hands up, "Don't give me that look, that's like the pot calling the kettle black, and get out of here, you pervert!" She walked over to him and pushed her father out of the room.

"What pervert!" Niklaus hollered from outside, "Maya and I owned that room,"

"Well, not anymore!" Isabella retorted from the inside.

"What are you looking at?!" He barked at Julie who had glanced up to watch what was going on.

"Nothing," He quickly shook his head and left as quickly as his legs could take him.

Julie was seriously having second thoughts about sleeping over at Niklaus' place. Niklaus hated his guts, Isabella disliked him, what if the both of them collaborated and ended him in his sleep. They had the power to disguise his death as suicide and with the friction between him and grandfather, they might take advantage of that to cover their crime - father and daughter were smart. Well, if things come to that, Julie was sure Anabelle would avenge him.

They were done in no time and all headed down the street where Niklaus had packed his car.

"Wow," Isabella couldn't help but praise her father mentally. His car was packed in an inconspicuous corner. No wonder they didn't see it else she would have noticed it and known he was here.

"Get in here," Niklaus ordered when all of them hurried into the back seat. However the seat could only accommodate three people and they were four in number unless one of them decided to settle on another person's lap - which is impossible with the front seat empty.

Isabella groaned in disappointment knowing her father was referring to her and was prepared to step out when Niklaus announced,

"I mean you, Pedro. Get your ass here. Now,"

Everyone froze. What had Pedro done this time? However a smile lit Julie's face, maybe it was Pedro's turn to receive a taste of what he went through - he heard Pedro and Niklaus weren't exactly close. It was his turn to laugh, mwahaha.

"Dad -!"

"It's alright," Pedro stopped Isabella who was about to protest for him. He was a man and would take care of his own problems.

Pedro quickly got into the front seat and sat down.

"Your seat belt, are you waiting for me to help you with that?" Niklaus asked him coldly.

"Oh, sorry,"

Pedro glanced down and barely buckled on the seat belt that seemed jammed when Niklaus turned on the ignition and started the car that jerked him forward.

"Geez, dad!" Isabella spoke in anger, "You might as well murder him!"

Niklaus clenched his jaw hard as he drove, he never knew his daughter was serious with the boy. He simply thought he was one of her toys that she passed time with like she usually does back then with Jennifer. Niklaus sighed, he just hoped Isabella doesn't make the same mistake he did by getting pregnant at a young age.