Note: This is a continuation of my first story, True Feelings. That series as over 80 chapters and I had to start a new section for it cause my computer wouldn't load. Please if you don't want to be lost, read that series, but I'm assuming y'all have read it so enjoy the Malucci's some more. I have plenty of exciting plans for them in the future.

July 4th, 2008

Week 26

Ireland tied off one of her pigtails with a red rubber band. She was getting so good with doing her own hair. She was getting so big. Lyric and Sailor sat on the bed patiently letting Randi do their hair. They had to look nice. They were going to the river to watch the fireworks.

With a pair of canes, Dave limped into the bedroom. He had just gotten his casts off that day. It felt strange for him to be walking, but his doctor told him not to over do it just yet. He still had a local of physical therapy to do. He smiled looking at the girls.

"You guys about ready to go?" He asked them. Randi nodded.

"Yeah. We're almost ready." She said.

"How we look, Daddy?" Sailor asked him. Dave looked at his daughters who were wearing matching dresses that looked like American flags. He smiled at her.

"You all look very pretty." Dave said, "I have the picnic basket packed and Ella, Elizabeth, and Andrew are waiting outside." He took Sailor's hand, "Let's go."

"So fat. Takes me awhile." Randi smiled as she hauled her body up. Dave and Randi both waddled down the stairs extremely slowly. They couldn't afford to hurt themselves. "Hey there."

"Hey." Elizabeth waved. They were only a day apart, but Elizabeth was barely as big as Randi. Elizabeth looked only around twenty weeks where as Randi looked around forty weeks.

"Hey." Randi smiled. Ireland ran over to Ella and the girls started talking up a storm. They were at that age.

"You packed all the food?" Andrew asked. Dave nodded.

"We have two pregnant women. Of course I did." He said.

"Elizabeth almost bit my fingers off last night. We ordered some pizza." Andrew said as he helped Elizabeth into the car.

"You're a bloody liar." Elizabeth laughed. "I did not!"

"You so did." Andrew winked as he got into the car. Dave limped over to his side and slowly eased himself in. he grunted. It hurt so much to get into small spaces like this. Elizabeth glanced at him.

"Would you like be to move the seat up some?" She asked.

"Please." Dave said. Elizabeth moved the seat up as Andrew drove towards the picnic area where they planned on having their Fourth of July celebration.

"DO you think my brother and your sister are going to get married?" Ella asked Ireland who shrugged,

"Maybe. They'll be like the same age." Ireland said, "Aunt Lizzie what are you gonna name the baby? Mom and Dad are naming this baby Daisy Christine." Elizabeth chuckled with a nod.

"I know. Well, since Ella's name is close to mine, we wanted his name to be close to Andrew's. We chose Anderson."

"Oh I like that." Randi smiled.

"Thanks." Elizabeth said.

"Anderson and Daisy…That may work." Ireland said.

"What if Anderson falls in love with Lori?" Lyric asked.

"That's stupid. She's like ten years older than him." Ireland said.

"Sailor will be only like three years older than Anderson." Dave smiled.

"Well, three years is like a million years to me. I'm six." Ireland said. Randi laughed loudly.

"You girls are nuts." She said.

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Randi chuckled into Dave as everyone got ready for the fireworks. She looked up at him.

"How are your legs?" She asked him. Dave shrugged.

"Very sore and achy." Dave said.

"Your pills are in my purse." Randi said. Dave shook his head.

"I don't need it." He said, "Girls, come sit. They're gonna start."

"Love works." Sailor smiled as she sat down next to Dave. The first firework was sent into the air. Purple sparkles stained the sky. Sailor jumped at the large sound. Dave smiled softly. He could feel Daisy moving against his hands. This was what it was all about. Sitting in the grass with a picnic basket, friends and family.

August 2nd, 2008

Week 30

Sweat poured off of Dave's face as he tried pushing the weights with his legs as hard as he could. His physical therapy was getting harder and harder. Dr Philips tended to push him until Dave cried. It was exactly what Dave was looking for.

He knew that he could do this. He wanted full mobility of his legs back. He wanted to get rid of any reminder of his kidnapping. Dave wanted to be completely healthy by the time Daisy was born. He didn't want to be the sitting down type of Dad any more. He was completely sick of it. He would do this for his girls.

"Come on. You were in the army. Show me what kind of solider America makes." Marlowe said. Dave grunted and shook his head.

"Shit, Man I can't." Dave said.

"OH please, do it." Marlowe said. Dave stretched his legs lifting up the twenty-pound weight. "Good job." Dave nodded.

"Thank you." Dave panted. He grabbed is water bottle and took a large swig of it.

"So, tell me, how is Randi doing?" Marlowe asked wiping down the machine. Dave glanced at Marlowe.

"She's great. She's pregnant with our forth child." Dave said, "Another girl. We're naming her Daisy." Marlowe nodded.

"That's cool. This place isn't the same without her." He said.

"What about me?" Dave asked. Marlowe asked.

"This place could take or leave you, Malucci." He chuckled.

"Gee thanks." Dave said, grabbing his cane, "Did you and Randi date? You seem to miss her a lot." Marlowe chuckled.

"We saw each other a few times, but we didn't date if you know what I mean." Marlowe said. Dave gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Dave said, "I'll see you next week?"

"Like clock work. Keep up on your excursuses." Marlowe said.

"I will." Dave limped out of the room. He could punch that guy. Punch him because he slept with your wife before you got married? You would be punching half of the hospital if you followed that rule. Randi wasn't exactly a virgin when you married her. She had just given birth for god's sakes. Dave shook his head with a chuckle and made his way outside to where Randi was waiting with a taxi. Dave smiled softly and forgot about Marlowe.

"Hey, baby. How did your appointment go?" She asked.

"Oh it was good. I was working with the twenty pounder today."

"Oh that's great!!" Randi kissed his cheek and got into the taxi, "The new line is selling really well in New York and Paris."

"Terrific." Dave slid his arm around her shoulders as the taxi drove toward the house. Randi was very proud of her new line. It was her spiced up fall line. Dave thought it was her best yet.

"You okay, Darling?" Randi looked at him.

"Yeah. Dr. Phillips was talking about you today." He said.

"Lord." Randi groaned, "What did he say?"

"Jut that you guys slept together a few times." Dave said.

"Yeah, it was just pity sex. Very bad pity sex that it." Randi giggled slightly, "He made a pencil look like a sausage." Dave burst out laughing.

"Are you serious?" He asked. Randi nodded.

"Oh yes. It had to be some of the worse sex I've ever had." Randi said glancing at Dave, "Why? Were you getting jealous?"

"Just a little bit." Dave chuckled, "I'm happy to hear he was bad."

"I'm sure you are." Randi smiled softly as she snuggled into Dave. She liked it when he was jealous like this. Next appointment, she would go with him and give Marlowe a show, even if she would be eight months pregnant.

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