Prologue

"Mom, how did dad propose to you?"

Kimberly was staring at me with her beautiful and wide strawberry-colored eyes while sitting in front of me. She resembled more of me with a dash of Brick's attitude, causing her to be an evil mad genius. Her twin sister, Amelia, was quite the opposite, though she was just as smart, she was shyer and her eyes were more like an aurora pink rather than quite as dark as Kimberly's. Amelia was the younger one of the two, and she was quite like her aunt Bubbles or uncle Boomer, while Kimberly was more like her uncle Butch or aunt Buttercup.

"I would like to know how you met," Amelia said, as she flew over to my left side.

"You guys," I began to chuckle, "I can only tell one story at a time. There is no way for me to be able to say stories all at once."

Kimberly looked at me with a scowl— much like her father's— and crossed her arms across her chest, "Yes, you can Mom! You can tell us what you guys had to do to get married. Just the major important stuff that mattered the most to you guys. You don't have to explain every little thing."

Pursing my lips, I thought over what she was saying. I was trying to remember if there were any important things that happened, and then it hit me like one of Mojo's gamma rays…

"Alright, I think I might have something, but bare with me here, all of this did happen."

"Okay, was it your dress, your venue, your bride's maids?"

"No, it wasn't any of that. This story is very troubling to me because at the time, your father did not know that any of it was happening, until our honeymoon."

Both of my girls gathered closer to me, and I began to braid Kimberly's long, fiery red hair. Her hair felt smooth like silk, and I began to remember all of the details.

"Hmmm… Okay, about seventeen years ago your father and I were married, however, I could not just have him then and there. I had to fight for your father, and make sure that no one was going to take us apart. The obstacles were tests given to me by your dad's fathers and his brothers. Each test was more difficult to deal with than the other, but the last one was the worst of them all…"

"Whoa, wait a minute! You had to be tested to marry dad? I thought that was the man's job?"

Kimberly looked pretty set on her answer, but I merely smiled at her insistence and continued.

"Normally, yes. But we do not come from a very normal family. Now if you will stop interrupting, I will start off with how he proposed to me..."

She gestured zipping her mouth, and I went back to braiding her hair.

"Well, we were in your grandfather Mojo's house in your father's old room…"