Hey guys! Welcome to my sequel to Feud! You should read and review that one first. To those who have, enjoy!

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Sydney Elizabeth Bolton sat contemplating her decision to wed. She was young, a mere nineteen years were hers, and she had a four-year-old daughter to care for. She knew that Douglas loved Ryan Evans, her fiancé, but she wondered if the cute little tot would be better in Foster Care. She played with the spectacular diamond on the silver band. It was a little loose, but still perfect, and she loved it, as she loved Ryan.

Doug had been through five day cares in two weeks, a new day care as soon as she was punished for her genetically mischievous behavior. It came from Syd, not her biological father, a shadowy figure that came at her after school one day. The only thing Sydney knew was that is wasn't the man charged. Daniel had a sandy blond hair color, while Syd's naturally red hair was dyed brown. The probability of her extracting a brunette from her body was highly unlikely, and she knew her attacker had chocolate-colored hair, that was quite close to the coffee hair of Douglas Nell.

The shrill bell pierced the campus of the collage she attended in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Sydney gathered her Physics books and quickly made her way towards the day care her daughter was attending. "Mummy!" Douglas's sad cry caused Sydney to run up the few steps and inside to the class. "Mummy!" The toddler wailed again as Sydney enveloped her in her arms. "I want home." The three year old whimpered.

"I do to, but what happened."

"Teacher yell." The upset child yelled.

"Honey, Why did teacher yell?"

"'Cause hate me." Sternly, Sydney stood and told her child unhappily.

"Nobody hates you. If she yelled, you must have done something. What did you do?"

"I hit giwl." The tot crossed her arms and Sydney lifted her, face unhappy.

"We do not hit, we use words, Douglas Nell Bolton. What have I told you about hitting?"

"Don't 'member." Was the reply. Sydney sighed.

"We never use our fists or feet, however mad we get. Understand?"

"Yes. I have hug?"

"Yes, you may." Sydney told the child as Doug put her arms around Sydney's neck. "Don't hurt anyone again. Do you want to come back tomorrow?"

"Umm…. yes! I no hit more." The youth told her mom.

"Good, let's go home."

"'Kay."

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"…And they all lived happily ever after. The End." Sydney finished.

"Mummy?" The coffee haired girl asked.

"Yes, Doug?"

"Will we live happy ever after?"

"Of course, sweetheart! What on Earth made you think otherwise?"

"I have no daddy, Sarah and Mallowy have daddies."

"Daddy is reading his newspaper in the Living Room, and we are getting married in three months. Don't worry, nothing will change that fact."

"Sarah's family changed their minds."

"We are not Sarah's family." Sydney said firmly. "Sarah's parents must have had huge issues or not tried to solve their problems. Me and dad don't have problems."

"Neither did Sarah's pawents."

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"Hey."

"Hey." Ryan repeated.

"So." Sydney started casually. "Worked late again?"

"Yeah."

"Can I have more than one syllable?"

"Work was fine."

"Ryan, you weren't there. Douglas got in trouble again and…and you were at the big company sitting in your desk telling someone to take your calls! I need some space, just…just take care of her for an hour, or is that to long?" Sydney's accusations erupted like a volcano as she grabbed her apartment keys and headed out the door into the black of Balsa Street.

"Sydney—" The door slammed and Ryan went in to watch Douglas. "Hey little girl. What's the matter?"

"You and mummy fight, daddy. I scared."

"Honey…I'm scared too, but you know, mom loves me very much, and we are getting married in a few months, and you're the flower girl!"

"Mummy calls me the Sakura Girl." Sydney's daughter informed her step-father-to-be.

"Do you know what Sakura means in Japanese?" Douglas shook her head, shoulder length hair waving slightly. "Cherry Blossom."

"I cherry blossom?"

"Yes, you're my little Cherry Blossom, and I will marry your mom. Okay?"

"Yay!" Sydney had chosen that moment to reappear in the doorway, tears building in her eyes and she walked in, jeans frosty and cold.

"Hey, my little Sakura." The nickname was accepted and Douglas wiped away the tear with a small hand.

"Don't cry mummy." She begged, tears falling from her eyes.

"Douglas, I'm not crying. I'm happy." Douglas cocked her head and pouted. "Honey, they're tears…of joy. I'm getting married, my Cherry Blossom, and you're my Sakura Girl."

"I'm sorry, Syd. I should have answered, but I was in an important meeting. Sorry, I should have notified you and the nursery. Silly me." Ryan explained and embraced her.

"I forgive you, Ryan. Sleep tight, my Sakura. Don't let the bed bugs bite." The small girl giggled and her mother kissed her forehead, pulling up the duvet. "Three months, Ryan. I'll be Mrs. Ryan Evans in three months, and Douglas will be Ms. Douglas Nell Bolton-Evans." Sydney exclaimed as they made their way to their bed.

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Yay! First chapter done! That was one event, people. I have 29 planned. I won't be updating as frequently. Sorry, but I love you! Thank you. And I hope that my beautiful appreciated reviewers review.