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New "Super Nanny" Chapter!
Title/Chapter: Super Nanny (18/?)
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - for eff words
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Previous Chapters
Dedication: To anyone still reading
Comments are greatly appreciated :)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A Few Weeks Later
Taylor's pacing the back room of the bus. For an hour now he's been going from one end of the room to the other; back and forth, back and forth. I've been sitting on the couch, just watching him the whole time. This time when he passes me, I grab him by the wrist and pull him down next to me. He looks at me with wide, shocked eyes.
"Oh my god! Would stop pacing?!" I exclaim. "You're driving me nuts!" Taylor squeaks out an apology.
"I'm sorry! I'm just...really nervous. We're in Georgia, for god sakes, and we're on the way to see Natalie's parents!" He rubs his face roughly.
"You're nervous? You have no right to be nervous! I'm the other woman!"
Taylor raises an eyebrow at me. I cross my arms over my chest, scowling a little.
"Okay, so I'm not the other woman. But I'm the new woman. They have a right to hate me. But you... They know you and probably love you. You're the father of their grandkids." I shake my head, rubbing my sweaty palms on the skirt of my sundress.
"This is such a bad idea. I can't believe you're making me go with you." I cross my arms over my chest again.
Taylor tucks my hair behind my ear.
"They don't hate you, Liza," he says.
"Yeah? And how do you know?" I grumble.
"Because I've talked to them," he answers. "Look, the Bryants aren't exactly on speaking terms with Natalie. They don't approve of the way she handled motherhood, abandoning River before I could even take him home from the hospital."
I look at the blond sitting next to me.
"Then why are you so nervous?" I ask. "If they dislike Natalie so much, doesn't that confirm how much they like you?" Taylor looks down at his lap.
"Even if they like me more, it's still hard to admit to your in-laws that the girl you're in love with isn't their daughter," he says. I bite my lip. Then I reach over, running my hand over Taylor's hair and kiss his head.
"We need to relax," I tell him. "It's not going to help matters any if we're both freaking out."
Taylor chuckles lightly, pulling me close.
"You've got a point," he says. He sighs, pressing his nose into my hair. "Just this once, I'll stop freaking out and let you be the nervous one. You have the better reasons this time." I give him a squeeze, whispering a thank you.
We sit in silence for a few moments, just holding each other. I'm about to speak when the bus comes to a halt and Ezra comes running in the room.
"Daddy! Daddy! We're at Poppy and Nonny's house!" Taylor and I smile at the little boy.
"Give Mommy and I a minute and we'll be right out, okay?" the blond says. Ezra nods and runs from the room. Then Taylor turns to me.
"How you doin?" I shrug, taking a deep breath.
"Lets just get it over with." Taylor kisses my forehead.
"It's gonna be alright," he whispers. I just nod.
We round up the kids and head off the bus. I stand on the sidewalk with River in my arms and stare up at the Bryants' big, beautiful home. Lost in my thoughts, I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder. I look over at Taylor, whose got Penny on his hip, and give him a weak smile. He smiles back sympathetically.
"It's going to be okay," he tells me.
"Easy for you to say," I mutter. Taylor laughs lightly, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"I think you're over-reacting," he says, kissing my temple. I sigh.
"Lets just do this, alright?" Taylor nods. He gives me a squeeze and leads us up the front walk.
The front door flies open before any of us can knock. Standing before us is a pretty brunette in her early fifties.
"Nonny!" Ezra squeals, racing forward to hug his grandma.
"Ezra! Look how big you've grown!" she replies, hugging the little boy tightly. Then she straightens up and smiles at Taylor. "Tay. Come here," she says, reaching out for a hug. The blond singer hugs and kisses his mother-in-law in greeting. Then Mrs. Bryant goes on to hug and kiss the rest of the family hello.
When it's my turn and she turns to me, my stomach starts to flop around like a fish out of water. But I'm sure she doesn't notice as her eyes are focused on the baby I'm holding and not myself. Her eyes flit back to Taylor for a moment before going back to River.
"Oh, Tay, is this my new grandbaby?" she asks. Taylor nods and I turn a little so Mrs. Bryant can see her grandson's sleeping face.
"His name is River Samuel," Taylor says. Mrs. Bryant beams.
"He's gorgeous, Tay. Absolutely adorable." Taylor can't help grinning like the proud papa he is. And then, for the first time, Mrs. Bryant smiles at me.
"And you must be Liza," she says. I smile shyly and nod. "It's so nice to finally meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Bryant," I reply politely. The older woman makes a clucking noise with her tongue as she ushers us into the house.
"None of that 'Mrs. Bryant' stuff," she says. "Call me Joan, dear." I smile at her.
"Okay."
We all gather in the living room, Penny and Ezra immediately pulling out toys. Once we're all seated, a tall, dark-haired man enters the room, greeting us all pleasantly. Then Joan introduces him to me as her husband Bill. When she tells him my name, a bright smile comes over his face.
"So you're Liza," he says. "It's nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much about you." I smile even though my stomach is twisting into knots and reply,
"All good things, I hope." Everyone seems to chuckle at this.
"Oh, yes, very good things," Bill tells me with a knowing look. I can't stop myself from blushing. Then Bill claps his hands once, rubbing them together, and speaks.
"How about we all adjourn to the back yard?" he suggests. So we all head outside, the adults sitting chairs on the patio while the two older kids run around in the yard.
For the first time since I'd woken up, I begin to relax. It's calming to sit under the shade of the umbrella watching Ezra and Penny chase their Uncle Zac around. Meanwhile, the sounds of Taylor and Isaac catching the Bryants up on life filters in and out of my ears. Joan keeps jumping up every few minutes to go inside and check on the meal she's making us. It's nice to once again be in a home-like situation, with real food, adult chatter and the sound of kids running around. It's a pretty wonderful feeling actually.
After a while Taylor gets down in the grass with his brother and two kids. It's amusing to watch them chase, tackle and wrestle each other. Zac and Taylor are really just kids at heart. The adults on the patio watch the fun in silence for a while. But then River begins to fuss. He keeps reaching towards his father and struggling to get out of my lap. I finally stand, whispering quietly to the baby, and walk to the end of the deck.
"Oh, Daddy," I call out.
Taylor looks up from tickling Ezra.
"Someone's feeling left out," I tell him, nodding at his youngest child. The blond gets up and comes towards us, which just makes the baby try harder to get away from me. Taylor combs his fingers through his son's red hair.
"You wanna come play with the big kids?" he asks. River reaches for Taylor, whining. I hold the baby out to his father who finally takes him. I watch as Taylor wanders out into the yard and lays down in the grass before I go back to my seat.
After a while Joan calls us in for lunch. Taylor and I get the kids washed up before sitting down at the table. We say grace and begin serving up the food. Zac finishes eating first and offers to finish feeding River so I can get more than the two bites of food I've had.
When everyone's done eating, we all help clear the table. Tay and I once again clean the children up. Then Zac takes Penny and Ezra outside to play, while Taylor takes the baby upstairs for his nap. I, on the other hand, offer to help Joan with the dishes.
"You know, you really don't have to do this, dea. You're a guest," Joan says. I smile at the older woman as I soap up a dish.
"Really, it's no problem," I tell her. "This is what I'd be doing if I was at home. Every night after dinner my mom and I wash the dishes together." I shrug. "I kind of miss it actually." Joan smiles, taking the plate I hand her to dry.
"You sound like you have a close relationship," she says. I nod.
"Yeah. It's kind of weird to not see her every day. But I deal." I shrug again. Joan nods and then we're silent.
After a few moments Taylor enters the kitchen with the baby monitor.
"River's down and out for the count," he announces. He kisses me on the cheek as he passes by, making me blush. Then he disappears through the sliding glass door.
I can see Joan smiling at me from the corner of my eye.
"What?" I ask innocently, as if her daughter's ex hadn't just kissed me.
"Nothing, just..." she pauses. "He's really fond of you, isn't he? Maybe even loves you?" My cheeks burn and I know they're a deep shade of red.
Joan nudges me gently with her elbow, a light laugh leaving her lips.
"Oh, Sweetie, no need to be embarrassed," she tells me. "It's about time that boy found someone." I look over at Joan but she's concentrating on drying off a dinner plate. Then she looks out the window above the sink at Taylor wrestling with Ezra. "I think he's been lonely since he and Natalie broke up. But the past two months that you've been on the tour, he's been doing better. He sounds happy again." She pauses, giving me a sidelong look. "And it seems to me he does the same for you. You love him too."
I slowly scrub the pan I'm holding, not knowing how to reply. I can feel Joan's eyes on me. Her stare makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I have a bad feeling about what's coming next.
"But for all the happiness the two of you bring to each other, there's still a sadness to your eyes sometimes that I can't quite figure out."
"Maybe it's not your place to figure it out," I say quietly, moving on to another dish.
"Dear child, when it concerns my grandkids and son-in-law, it is always my place," she tells me.
My eyes sting with unwanted tears.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing your grandkids and son-in-law don't have anything to do with my sadness," I retort. "They don't know anything about it." I rinse off the last plate and place it in the strainer. Then I take an extra dish towel to dry off my hands. Turning away from Joan, I try to discreetly wipe at my tears. But then a hand on my shoulder gently turns me around.
Joan frowns when she sees my face.
"Oh, Sweetie. I didn't mean to make you cry," she says. I nod, wiping at my eyes again.
"I just... I thought I had learned to hide it better than that by now." I shrug, twisting my hands together. "I... I lost someone that I cared very much for," I tell her. "It's been almost three years and I can't seem to get over it."
"Oh, Sweetie," Joan sighs. "You never get over losing a loved one." Then she puts her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the kitchen table. After we sit, she says, "Now tell me what happened." I chew on my bottom lip for a moment, thinking. But then something inside me just snaps and I spill the entire story to the woman before me.
When I'm finished, my face is stained with tears and my nose is running. Joan hands me a napkin to wipe my nose with saying,
"And Taylor doesn't know anything about this?" I shake my head.
"No. And I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible," I tell her. Joan nods.
"I won't say anything, Sweetie. But maybe you should," she says. I shake my head again.
"No. I can't. I just... No."
"He's going to find out sooner or later, Sweetie."
"I know. And I'd rather it be later." I give Joan an almost pleading look. "This is my baggage. I get to decide when and how Taylor finds out, if ever. No one but me gets to make this decision." Joan holds her hands up in defeat.
"Okay, okay. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. Taylor knows the number." I nod.
"Thank you," I whisper. The older woman smiles and squeezes my hand.
Just then Taylor comes in from the backyard.
"How's i going in here?" he asks. I look at Joan and I know she can read the fear in my eyes. She pats my hand and smiles at her son-in-law.
"Oh you know how it is," she says. "Just two girls chewing the fat." Taylor chuckles lightly.
"Well, I'll let you get back to it. I'm just going to check on River. He's fussing a bit." I jump up from my chair then.
"I'll do it." Taylor smiles and kisses my cheek.
"Thanks." I nod.
"No problem." Then I head upstairs to check on the baby.
When I get to the room River's in, I can hear him crying on the other side of the door. I quickly enter the room and go over to the crib. River reaches his chubby little hands up to me and I scoop him up, cradling him to my chest.
I pace the floor a bit, bouncing the baby and whispering to him.
"It's okay, Sweetie," I tell him. "How about a song?" I rub his back, moving my hand in slow, soothing circles. "This was Athan's favorite song when he was your age. I think you'll like it." Then I sit down on the edge of the bed and begin to sing.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the family was down in the backyard listening to me over the baby monitor.
Comments anyone?
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - for eff words
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Previous Chapters
Dedication: To anyone still reading
Comments are greatly appreciated :)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A Few Weeks Later
Taylor's pacing the back room of the bus. For an hour now he's been going from one end of the room to the other; back and forth, back and forth. I've been sitting on the couch, just watching him the whole time. This time when he passes me, I grab him by the wrist and pull him down next to me. He looks at me with wide, shocked eyes.
"Oh my god! Would stop pacing?!" I exclaim. "You're driving me nuts!" Taylor squeaks out an apology.
"I'm sorry! I'm just...really nervous. We're in Georgia, for god sakes, and we're on the way to see Natalie's parents!" He rubs his face roughly.
"You're nervous? You have no right to be nervous! I'm the other woman!"
Taylor raises an eyebrow at me. I cross my arms over my chest, scowling a little.
"Okay, so I'm not the other woman. But I'm the new woman. They have a right to hate me. But you... They know you and probably love you. You're the father of their grandkids." I shake my head, rubbing my sweaty palms on the skirt of my sundress.
"This is such a bad idea. I can't believe you're making me go with you." I cross my arms over my chest again.
Taylor tucks my hair behind my ear.
"They don't hate you, Liza," he says.
"Yeah? And how do you know?" I grumble.
"Because I've talked to them," he answers. "Look, the Bryants aren't exactly on speaking terms with Natalie. They don't approve of the way she handled motherhood, abandoning River before I could even take him home from the hospital."
I look at the blond sitting next to me.
"Then why are you so nervous?" I ask. "If they dislike Natalie so much, doesn't that confirm how much they like you?" Taylor looks down at his lap.
"Even if they like me more, it's still hard to admit to your in-laws that the girl you're in love with isn't their daughter," he says. I bite my lip. Then I reach over, running my hand over Taylor's hair and kiss his head.
"We need to relax," I tell him. "It's not going to help matters any if we're both freaking out."
Taylor chuckles lightly, pulling me close.
"You've got a point," he says. He sighs, pressing his nose into my hair. "Just this once, I'll stop freaking out and let you be the nervous one. You have the better reasons this time." I give him a squeeze, whispering a thank you.
We sit in silence for a few moments, just holding each other. I'm about to speak when the bus comes to a halt and Ezra comes running in the room.
"Daddy! Daddy! We're at Poppy and Nonny's house!" Taylor and I smile at the little boy.
"Give Mommy and I a minute and we'll be right out, okay?" the blond says. Ezra nods and runs from the room. Then Taylor turns to me.
"How you doin?" I shrug, taking a deep breath.
"Lets just get it over with." Taylor kisses my forehead.
"It's gonna be alright," he whispers. I just nod.
We round up the kids and head off the bus. I stand on the sidewalk with River in my arms and stare up at the Bryants' big, beautiful home. Lost in my thoughts, I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder. I look over at Taylor, whose got Penny on his hip, and give him a weak smile. He smiles back sympathetically.
"It's going to be okay," he tells me.
"Easy for you to say," I mutter. Taylor laughs lightly, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"I think you're over-reacting," he says, kissing my temple. I sigh.
"Lets just do this, alright?" Taylor nods. He gives me a squeeze and leads us up the front walk.
The front door flies open before any of us can knock. Standing before us is a pretty brunette in her early fifties.
"Nonny!" Ezra squeals, racing forward to hug his grandma.
"Ezra! Look how big you've grown!" she replies, hugging the little boy tightly. Then she straightens up and smiles at Taylor. "Tay. Come here," she says, reaching out for a hug. The blond singer hugs and kisses his mother-in-law in greeting. Then Mrs. Bryant goes on to hug and kiss the rest of the family hello.
When it's my turn and she turns to me, my stomach starts to flop around like a fish out of water. But I'm sure she doesn't notice as her eyes are focused on the baby I'm holding and not myself. Her eyes flit back to Taylor for a moment before going back to River.
"Oh, Tay, is this my new grandbaby?" she asks. Taylor nods and I turn a little so Mrs. Bryant can see her grandson's sleeping face.
"His name is River Samuel," Taylor says. Mrs. Bryant beams.
"He's gorgeous, Tay. Absolutely adorable." Taylor can't help grinning like the proud papa he is. And then, for the first time, Mrs. Bryant smiles at me.
"And you must be Liza," she says. I smile shyly and nod. "It's so nice to finally meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Bryant," I reply politely. The older woman makes a clucking noise with her tongue as she ushers us into the house.
"None of that 'Mrs. Bryant' stuff," she says. "Call me Joan, dear." I smile at her.
"Okay."
We all gather in the living room, Penny and Ezra immediately pulling out toys. Once we're all seated, a tall, dark-haired man enters the room, greeting us all pleasantly. Then Joan introduces him to me as her husband Bill. When she tells him my name, a bright smile comes over his face.
"So you're Liza," he says. "It's nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much about you." I smile even though my stomach is twisting into knots and reply,
"All good things, I hope." Everyone seems to chuckle at this.
"Oh, yes, very good things," Bill tells me with a knowing look. I can't stop myself from blushing. Then Bill claps his hands once, rubbing them together, and speaks.
"How about we all adjourn to the back yard?" he suggests. So we all head outside, the adults sitting chairs on the patio while the two older kids run around in the yard.
For the first time since I'd woken up, I begin to relax. It's calming to sit under the shade of the umbrella watching Ezra and Penny chase their Uncle Zac around. Meanwhile, the sounds of Taylor and Isaac catching the Bryants up on life filters in and out of my ears. Joan keeps jumping up every few minutes to go inside and check on the meal she's making us. It's nice to once again be in a home-like situation, with real food, adult chatter and the sound of kids running around. It's a pretty wonderful feeling actually.
After a while Taylor gets down in the grass with his brother and two kids. It's amusing to watch them chase, tackle and wrestle each other. Zac and Taylor are really just kids at heart. The adults on the patio watch the fun in silence for a while. But then River begins to fuss. He keeps reaching towards his father and struggling to get out of my lap. I finally stand, whispering quietly to the baby, and walk to the end of the deck.
"Oh, Daddy," I call out.
Taylor looks up from tickling Ezra.
"Someone's feeling left out," I tell him, nodding at his youngest child. The blond gets up and comes towards us, which just makes the baby try harder to get away from me. Taylor combs his fingers through his son's red hair.
"You wanna come play with the big kids?" he asks. River reaches for Taylor, whining. I hold the baby out to his father who finally takes him. I watch as Taylor wanders out into the yard and lays down in the grass before I go back to my seat.
After a while Joan calls us in for lunch. Taylor and I get the kids washed up before sitting down at the table. We say grace and begin serving up the food. Zac finishes eating first and offers to finish feeding River so I can get more than the two bites of food I've had.
When everyone's done eating, we all help clear the table. Tay and I once again clean the children up. Then Zac takes Penny and Ezra outside to play, while Taylor takes the baby upstairs for his nap. I, on the other hand, offer to help Joan with the dishes.
"You know, you really don't have to do this, dea. You're a guest," Joan says. I smile at the older woman as I soap up a dish.
"Really, it's no problem," I tell her. "This is what I'd be doing if I was at home. Every night after dinner my mom and I wash the dishes together." I shrug. "I kind of miss it actually." Joan smiles, taking the plate I hand her to dry.
"You sound like you have a close relationship," she says. I nod.
"Yeah. It's kind of weird to not see her every day. But I deal." I shrug again. Joan nods and then we're silent.
After a few moments Taylor enters the kitchen with the baby monitor.
"River's down and out for the count," he announces. He kisses me on the cheek as he passes by, making me blush. Then he disappears through the sliding glass door.
I can see Joan smiling at me from the corner of my eye.
"What?" I ask innocently, as if her daughter's ex hadn't just kissed me.
"Nothing, just..." she pauses. "He's really fond of you, isn't he? Maybe even loves you?" My cheeks burn and I know they're a deep shade of red.
Joan nudges me gently with her elbow, a light laugh leaving her lips.
"Oh, Sweetie, no need to be embarrassed," she tells me. "It's about time that boy found someone." I look over at Joan but she's concentrating on drying off a dinner plate. Then she looks out the window above the sink at Taylor wrestling with Ezra. "I think he's been lonely since he and Natalie broke up. But the past two months that you've been on the tour, he's been doing better. He sounds happy again." She pauses, giving me a sidelong look. "And it seems to me he does the same for you. You love him too."
I slowly scrub the pan I'm holding, not knowing how to reply. I can feel Joan's eyes on me. Her stare makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I have a bad feeling about what's coming next.
"But for all the happiness the two of you bring to each other, there's still a sadness to your eyes sometimes that I can't quite figure out."
"Maybe it's not your place to figure it out," I say quietly, moving on to another dish.
"Dear child, when it concerns my grandkids and son-in-law, it is always my place," she tells me.
My eyes sting with unwanted tears.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing your grandkids and son-in-law don't have anything to do with my sadness," I retort. "They don't know anything about it." I rinse off the last plate and place it in the strainer. Then I take an extra dish towel to dry off my hands. Turning away from Joan, I try to discreetly wipe at my tears. But then a hand on my shoulder gently turns me around.
Joan frowns when she sees my face.
"Oh, Sweetie. I didn't mean to make you cry," she says. I nod, wiping at my eyes again.
"I just... I thought I had learned to hide it better than that by now." I shrug, twisting my hands together. "I... I lost someone that I cared very much for," I tell her. "It's been almost three years and I can't seem to get over it."
"Oh, Sweetie," Joan sighs. "You never get over losing a loved one." Then she puts her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the kitchen table. After we sit, she says, "Now tell me what happened." I chew on my bottom lip for a moment, thinking. But then something inside me just snaps and I spill the entire story to the woman before me.
When I'm finished, my face is stained with tears and my nose is running. Joan hands me a napkin to wipe my nose with saying,
"And Taylor doesn't know anything about this?" I shake my head.
"No. And I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible," I tell her. Joan nods.
"I won't say anything, Sweetie. But maybe you should," she says. I shake my head again.
"No. I can't. I just... No."
"He's going to find out sooner or later, Sweetie."
"I know. And I'd rather it be later." I give Joan an almost pleading look. "This is my baggage. I get to decide when and how Taylor finds out, if ever. No one but me gets to make this decision." Joan holds her hands up in defeat.
"Okay, okay. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. Taylor knows the number." I nod.
"Thank you," I whisper. The older woman smiles and squeezes my hand.
Just then Taylor comes in from the backyard.
"How's i going in here?" he asks. I look at Joan and I know she can read the fear in my eyes. She pats my hand and smiles at her son-in-law.
"Oh you know how it is," she says. "Just two girls chewing the fat." Taylor chuckles lightly.
"Well, I'll let you get back to it. I'm just going to check on River. He's fussing a bit." I jump up from my chair then.
"I'll do it." Taylor smiles and kisses my cheek.
"Thanks." I nod.
"No problem." Then I head upstairs to check on the baby.
When I get to the room River's in, I can hear him crying on the other side of the door. I quickly enter the room and go over to the crib. River reaches his chubby little hands up to me and I scoop him up, cradling him to my chest.
I pace the floor a bit, bouncing the baby and whispering to him.
"It's okay, Sweetie," I tell him. "How about a song?" I rub his back, moving my hand in slow, soothing circles. "This was Athan's favorite song when he was your age. I think you'll like it." Then I sit down on the edge of the bed and begin to sing.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the family was down in the backyard listening to me over the baby monitor.
Comments anyone?
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Cliff Hangers: the gift that keeps on giving. haha
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This was sweet, and I'm really glad you updated. I've missed you.
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I'm going to tell you now, you are absolutely right. Whether it's her son or her brother, I'm not telling. XD