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"And such, I give to my grandson, Charles d'Artagnan, the family house."

Charles sat next to his aunt when the lawyer mentioned what his grandpa had left him upon his death and it seems he inherited his grandpa's house. The same house that has been in the d'Artagnan family for at lest five generations.

"Are you sure you read that right?" Aunt Elsa asked, looking a little concern for her nephew.

The lawyer went back to the middle of the page with a magnifying glass and nodded. "Yes. It says right here Charlies d'Artagnan is to inherit the family house that has been in our family for five generation's."

The family in the room looked at one another in concern but Charles was excited. It was a large farmhouse like house that he heard stories that the house was built around an old barn, still keeping the barn intact and part of the new house. When you walk into the house, you walk right into the barn and when you walk into the kitchen you walk out of the barn. The basement was added under the kitchen while his family added the second floor to the barn and the bedrooms went up there, some of the rooms added off the barn.

"Charles, would you mind of one of us takes the house?"

Charles looked at his family like they were crazy. "Why? Do you think I can't take care of the house?"

"Well, you're only twenty-three years old and it is a big old house that requires time and responsibility."

Charles stood up, not believe what his family was saying. They didn't believe he could take care of a family house! He loved that house just like the rest of the family and would never let anything happen to it. "I think I can take care of a house just like the rest of your. You're all telling me I need to be an adult and take responsibility and yet you sit here and say I can't do this. Well, grandpa left me the house and I'm going to take it!" He walked out of the room to get some air. He couldn't believe them and they were his family. Now if his friends say anything like that he would just laugh at them because they would be joking but never would he have thought his family would say such things.

After thirty minutes he finally cooled down and went back inside, ready to grab the keys that belonged to him and go to his house. Before he went inside he sent a quick text to his friends and then opened to the door in time to hear the family talking.

"Can you believe he left the house to Charles?"

"I know. I would have thought he would have left it to one of us."

"Maybe if we tell…"

"NO! We do not tell him a thing. For all we know nothing has happened."

Charles had enough and walked in to make his presence known. "Tell me what?"

The family spun and looked guilty as hell but kept their composers. Not getting an answer Charles walked over to the desk and held his hand out to the lawyer, knowing he had the key. Once the key was in his hand he walked right out of the room once more and never looked back. He was going to show them he could do this. He could take care of the family house and he was going to have help too.

"Do you mid telling us why you asked us to meet you're here?" a voice said to his right the moment he walked out of the building. He smiled and turned to see his three best friends. Aramis and Porthos looked a little excited to be there while Athos just stared at him like he interrupted his TV time.

"Remember when you guys said we should find a house big enough for all of us to live in since neither of us like where we live now?"

"Yeah. I think we can all survive one another under one roof," Aramis said. "Why do you ask?"

Charles held up the key and smile. "I think I just found a house big enough for all four of us."