"Are we there yet?" Abriella, who was 5 years old, repeated.
"Abby, please quiet down." Lacey Guthrie explained to her daughter. KC smiled at how Lacey had this special way with kids. They were going at a steady 65 miles per hour to Toronto, for the "unofficial" 10 year reunion. Clare Edwards was holding it at High Park. Juliana (2 months old) started squealing in her car seat.
"The nearest exit?" KC offered.
"Yes," Lacey said as she turned around and stuck the pacifier in the baby's mouth. Dillon (2 years old) clamped his hands on his ears. KC stopped at a gas station, and Lacey opened the van door and unbuckled Juliana's seat and held her in her arms. She dug into the baby bag, and found a bottle.
KC leaned over to her, "Should I get some C-A-N-D-Y?" He questioned.
"What time is it?" Lacey asked.
"4:16," He answered, as he glanced at his watch.
"Get one, and I repeat one, bag of peachy rings." (Just look up peach rings on Google or something) After the tank was full, KC went inside the store.
~~2 hours later~~
"Where should we stop for supper?" KC asked his wife.
"Anywhere you want." She responded.
"Perkins?"
"Sure."
They parked in the parking lot.
"Ready to eat?" He asked the kids.
"Yeah!" Abby yelled. Dillon grunted because he was sleeping.
"How about you take Julie and I'll hold Dillon?" Lacey suggested. KC nodded and they unbuckled their seatbelts. Lacey went to the right side of the van and whispered, "Dillon, time to eat supper." She put him over her hip.
"Mommy! I want to hold your hand." Abby declared.
"Ok," Lacey smiled. This was her life, and her life was awesome. 3 kids at 28 and the whole life ahead of her. She grabbed the 5 year old's hand and walked into the restaurant.
At about 8, they reached Clare's house. She invited them to stay at her house because she thought that a baby would be better off in her "supper-clean" house instead of the nasty motels. Clare was waiting right at the door, and waving. Lacey waved back, smiling.
They all got out of the van and KC hugged Clare.
"KC, is that you?" she said, as they were hugging.
"Yep." He pulled away from their hug.
"This must be Lacey." She turned to the girl.
"How are you, Clare?" Lacey asked.
"I'm good." The let go of each other. "Let's go on inside." She offered. They all walked inside to see the beautiful decorations.
"Hey, guys. Oh, wait, is that you? KC Guthrie?" Reese asked, walking from the kitchen.
"Hey there, Reese." KC, said. Lacey knew something was up. He voice sounded, a little, defeated.
"Mommy, I want to go to bed." Abby said, tugging on Lacey's jeans.
"Ok, sweetie." She looked up at Clare. "Is that ok with you?"
"Definitely, I can see why you guys are so tired. Here, I'll walk you to there." Clare led the way to the guest bedroom.
"How'd you meet her?" Reese asked.
"When I went to the grocery store, she was the cashier, and every day, we'd small talk until I'd finally ask her to go on a date with me."
"Charming," Reese stated. "Listen, I know you didn't get Clare when we were 16, but it sounds like you're having a good life. And, I know I was stupid. I liked being in the limelight, and being cool."
"Apology, accepted. I'm getting tired. Do you mind?" KC asked.
"Not at all. Have a good sleep, man." KC strode down the hallway. When he walked in the doorway, Lacey was changing Julie's diaper.
"Hey supermom." KC joked. Lacey rolled her eyes and returned to her work. KC came up from behind her and hugged her torso, and kissed her cheek. He turned to Abby and Dillon giggling on a blanket on the floor. He got on his knees in front of the blanket. "Sleepy time. Goodnight Abriella Kay Guthrie." He hugs Abby. Lacey and KC had to do that as a routine, or the kid wouldn't sleep. "Goodnight, Dillon Anthony Guthrie." Lacey turned around on the bed with Julie so that she was facing KC and the kids. KC turned down the lights and sat on the bed with his Lacey and Julie. Lacey put Julie in her bassinet and sighed as she collapsed on the bed.