"Good Morning Sunshine! What can I get your pretty face for breakfast?" Aaden sat down at the counter, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She'd been living with Morgan for about three months and every morning had the same routine, except for today.

"Did you get everything packed last night?" Aaden nodded. They were taking a road trip to Chicago. Morgan's mother was expecting them for supper.

"I don't understand why we can't fly over there," Aaden said, taking a bite of eggs and buttering her toast.

"C'mon now, it'll be fun, junk food and sappy music, the wind blowing through our hair!" Morgan joked, sitting down beside her.

Aaden made a face and laughed, "I could do without the wind," she looked at her hands, "Derek, what if they don't like me?"

"Don't start that again. We had the exact same conversation when you met the team, and what happened?"

"They like me, but this is different."

"How is it different? Nothing is going to change this. You're my daughter now; they just have to accept it." Morgan brushed the hair out of her face.

"But what if they think I'm imposing on your family? What if your mom wanted you to have your own kids? She might resent me for that!" Aaden's eyes widened as she thought it.

"I know my momma, and she's not like that Aaden, you'll be fine." Morgan put the dishes away, "Now, go get ready, I don't want to keep Momma waiting!"

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They'd been driving for an hour. Morgan had gotten tired of the radio already and had put in a Metallica CD that blared in Aaden's ears. She was looking out the window, watching the unfamiliar scenery pass by. She reached and turned down the music, "Derek, do you ever want to get married?"

Morgan looked at her in surprise, "I haven't thought about it much, why?"

"I don't know it's just a question. Are most mothers like yours or like mine?"She kept starring out the window.

"I think a mother is supposed to be nurturing, kind and gentle. I can't say what the percentage is; you'd have to ask Reid on that one." He looked at her, "What's with all these questions?"

"Derek, I don't know if I can handle having a mother again," She looked down at her hands, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's selfish of me."

"No, I understand. I won't put you through that again. I promise you that, ok?" Aaden looked into his eyes and smiled.

They drove for another few hours and finally pulled into the driveway of a cozy looking house, "Here we are! You ready to meet your new Grandma?" Morgan smiled and got out of his seat. Aaden's stomach knotted as she opened the door and walked up the steps to the front door, "I think I'm going to be sick." She mumbled to herself.

Ok, so first chapter of the next instalment! Nothing has really happened yet, not sure if I really like it... we shall see

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