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A/N: SEQUEL! Enjoy. Thank you to all my magpies for everything you've done to keep my inspiration and encouraging me to write. You're all brilliant and I love you all. (P.S. Everything in brackets and italics (italics) are thoughts.)

*Jasper's POV*

I'm slouching on the sofa with a mug of coffee while Trudy's rushing about, fidgeting because she's got nothing to do. Our little angel's sleeping, which I have never been more grateful for. I look to my wife, who asks, her voice wracked with nerves, "Am I bothering you?"

"No, love. Just... Relax, will you? When Rosie's asleep, you should make the most of it."

She twitches a little, then sits down by the baby basket. Our tiny three month old's tiny fist moves her blanket and her mother jumps. She's waiting for something to do. She seems to sense that I'm watching her and instantly says "I'm sorry, lovie. I don't mean to irritate you so."

"It's alright, love. You're cute." I get a glare for that and shrug, then deadpan "Well, you are."

She rolls her eyes and goes back to watching Rosalee sleep. Anyone else would call that paranoia, but it's not. It's because Rosalee's adorable. And paranoia. Trudy's still got mental scarring, poor thing. She strokes the baby's soft fluffy hair and says "She's so beautiful..."

"I know she is, sweetie, but just leave her alone, would you? Let her nap."

Trudy sits back, letting our baby rest. Most women are thrilled when their kids sleep. She asks "When are Fabian and Nina supposed to arrive, honey?"

"In a couple of hours. Honestly, love, you need to rest. You're hyperactive."

I smile as she rolls her eyes at me and softly exclaims "I'm just used to rushing about, that's all! And anyway, I'm not like you are. I'm not used to being able to sit still and watch the telly."

"I know. You're cute when you get offended."

She scoffs at that and I pull her in for a hug. She squirms half-heartedly, then grouches "I hate you. You're so lovely to me."

"I'm flattered to be hated by my darling Trudykins," I tell her, tickling her ribs, causing her to squirm more.

"Hey, stop it!" she exclaims loudly, then clamps her hand over her mouth, watching Rosalee, who yawns and rolls over, putting her tiny fist in her mouth. Trudy sighs in relief, then nudges me with her elbow and softly whispers "Don't tickle me again."

"I'll wait until Rosie's up."

She elbows me again and hisses "I hope that hurt."

"Nope. You're not strong enough to hurt me, gorgeous."

My precious darling growls and slams her arm down again, causing me to laugh. She sighs and rests her head on my chest, then says "If you're not going to suffer for tickling me, you can let me lie on you and you can stroke my hair."

I smile and let her lie on me, then start stroking the ebony curls I know and love. I think back to when she was saved and thank God every day for my beautiful wife and the girl who saved her. Just as my angel is drifting off, there's a loud knock at the door that wakes our little Rosalee and causes Trudy to jump out of her seat and fall to the floor. I sigh and say "That'll be Fabian with Nina."

"No kidding," Trudy mutters, picking up our crying baby and cradling her as she goes to the door. I feel rotten, letting her do everything.

That's when I hear Nina squeal "Hi!" and then coo as Rose screams. "Aww, she's grown!"

Fabian says "Well, that's what she's supposed to do. Trudy, we bring food!"

Trudy exclaims "Oh, darlings, you didn't have to!"

"Well, we did. Save you the bother of it all today."

She leads the kids in and Nina asks "Did we wake Rosie?"

"No, dear," Trudy lies sweetly.

Just to contradict her and watch her scowl, I say "Yes. But if you two didn't, Trudy would have."

As I expected, I got a scowl.

*Rosalee's POV*

I look at my mummy and see her not-happy face. Hmm. Whatever Daddy said must have not-happy-ed her... Well, I guess I should do something. Nobody hurts my mummy! I try to sit up and kiss her, but I still haven't quite mastered the art yet. She coos "What are you up to, sweetie pie? Mm? What's my little baby up to?"

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at that annoying tone, which I learned to do when Mummy got annoyed at Daddy for... Whatever that was all about, then try to sit up again. Daddy laughs and says "She's not comfortable."

Mummy mutters something under her breath and puts me to her shoulder. I give a gurgle and kiss her cheek, making her laugh, then exclaiming "Oh, baby... You've put spit all over me!"

Well, nice. I guess I'm not much good at that yet. I move my hand to wipe it and she laughs at me. Auntie Nina laughs and says "She's so clever! Look at this!"

Uncle Fabian smiles and asks "Are you a clever girl?"

Well, duh! Mummy moves my hand and kisses my cheek. "You're so sweet, baby."

Success! At least that worked! Getting nice words from Mummy is like getting a bit of cream from that nice cappy cheeto she and Daddy drink. "Aw, she's smiling!" Auntie Nina squeals, almost deafening me.

Daddy's voice reaches my ears, "Yeah, she does it whenever she gets called cute or sweet or clever since she learned how to."

Well, yeah! Because, uh, hello, I'm adorable! Mummy says so. And so does the pretty blonde girl who sits with me every night. And so does Daddy. And Auntie Mara and Uncle Jerome. Auntie Trixie and Uncle Eddie call me a baby minion... I wish I knew what that meant... And Auntie Joy and Uncle Mick think I'm chubby. I'm not chubby, right? RIGHT? Auntie Willow and Uncle Alfie bring me toy unicorns and aliens... Now there's a fun game! Auntie Nina asks "May I hold her, Trudy?"

"Yeah, okay," Mummy smiles and passes me over.

Auntie Nina smiles at me and holds me nicely. "Hello, beautiful girl. Have you been good for Mummy and Daddy?"

I'm a baby, what do you want me to do? I have milk, I poop, I vomit and I sleep, and repeat. I'm cute, but I'm pretty unspectacular. Uncle Fabian strokes my cheek and says "You are a beautiful little girl, Rosa."

Yeah, it's a miracle that I know my name. Rosalee Amber Mae. Wow. The blonde girl looks at me and says "You are a pretty little baby, Rosalee."

I smile at her and point, hoping Mummy and Daddy see her. Auntie Nina says "Yes, sweetie, that's Fabian! Well done!"

Uh, no. Behind him, the blonde is smiling. I watch her walk around the room and she stops, kneels down and starts stroking my hair. I smile and reach out, but I can't touch her. She's so pretty. She says "You're a beautiful girl, Rosalee."

I smile again. That is a huge compliment from her. Uncle Fabian asks "Why's she smiling at the fireplace?"

Daddy says "We have no idea. Before she could smile, at the same time every day, she'd look at the fireplace and she'd gurgle or point. She'd stop having her meal and look over at the fireplace. And now she smiles. We've never managed to understand why."

The blonde girl exclaims "Me, that's why!"

Mummy says "Well, I've got a hunch that we have some sort of friendly ghost with us, because whenever she starts that up, I get really cold."

Daddy sighs "Trudy, don't start. There's no ghost."

Mummy sticks her tongue out at him and snaps "Oh, that's right. I forgot. You don't like my theories on things."

I sigh. I know that they're going to have an explosive argument as soon as Uncle Fabian and Auntie Nina are gone. And I don't know about you, but I hate it when they fight. They've had exactly two in my lifetime and no! Never again. I hate it, because Mummy cries and Daddy storms out and I'm supposed to have ignored it all. Daddy says "Trudy, you know that ghosts don't exist."

She shurgs and ignores him. I can sense the danger brewing. The nice blonde girl sighs and gets up and walks right through Daddy's chair. He shivers and Mummy asks "You sure?"

He glares at her as the blonde girl kneels in front of me again. "Trudy, do not start this again. No ghost."

"So ghost."

Oh, God.

It's late now and Mummy and Daddy think I'm sleeping. I'm not. Daddy yells "Trudy, you're talking nonsense!"

"I saw that ghost walk right past me! It was Amber!"

"No ghost Amber was there! Are you seriously that delusional?"

"No! I saw her! Why do you never believe me?"

Mummy's sobbing now and Daddy's voice has softened. He softly murmurs "Ghosts aren't real, love. I know you want her back-"

"I've been a ghost! They do exist! You have my letters!"

Daddy hesitates, before saying "Okay. But what makes you think it's Amber?"

Mummy's sobs get louder and she screams "I don't know, I just think it is!"

I'm about to shriek, too, but the nice blonde girl kisses me and says "No, Rosalee. Let them be." She sings me to sleep, rocking my basket gently. I close my eyes and begin to dream.

And this is the first chapter. Hope this was good enough. And to everyone out there: Good vibes heading your way!

Song quote of the day:So superficial/ So immature/ Then when/ You graduate/ You take a look around/ And you say "HEY WAIT!"/ This is the same as where I just/ Came from/ I thought it was over/ Oh, that's just great. ~High School Never Ends, Bowling For Soup.

Until next time, hugs for everyone! C. xx