So, here we are again! Another installment for Randy and Lora! I am so sorry for the two year hiatus. Like I said in my note at the end of "Are We There Yet?", I hadn't realized just how much was left out there and unresolved. It was a bad time, and I guess I needed a mental break. I am just now getting back into loving what I do, which is writing. I do hope that I still all my loyal readers to go down this road with me.

A few notes before we begin. This first chapter is going to be a recap of somethings, told in both Lora and Randy's POV. It'll begin 18 months after the death of Callie, Lora's mother. I'll do a few flashbacks just to wrap that time up. But after this chapter, it'll go back to the way it was before, with every fourth chapter being in Randy's POV.

I have been up nearly all night, getting excited all over again about all the scenarios that I can throw at you guys! And at some point, you might even hate me like Shonda Rhimes in the Grey's universe. Which, by the way, SPOILER ALERT for those that haven't seen the tragedy of this last season, How DARE she kill off McDreamy!? I will promise this, Randy and Lora are safe from any pre-determined fatal accidents! LOL.. So, if we're all ready, here we go!

Chapter 1- Ever After

18 months later

I sighed, staring down at my youngest children, sharing the same crib. The twins were inseparable, refusing to sleep in their own cribs. Reaching down, I ruffled the hair on top of their heads. It was a perfect mix of red and brown. A perfect mix of Randy and myself. Mackenzie Jade and Zackary Tyler. Or, as John like to call them, Mack and Zack attack. Which, giggling softly to myself, was absolutely correct. While Keith and Tiegan were well-behaved kids, these two liked to cause panic and mayhem. Zack snorted softly in his sleep, and turned on his side to sling an arm over Mackenzie. Smiling one last time, I backed out of their room.

Randy and I had built onto the house, the twins' nursery, above the garage. The pale yellow walls were accentuated with pale blues and pinks. Two cribs sat side by side at one end of the bedroom, though, usually, only one was used. Pulling the door to a little, I walked back down the hallway, peaking in on my other sleeping child. Tiegan was curled up in her toddler bed, surrounding herself with almost every soft toy she had. I could only make out her little feet beneath every Disney princess doll, including the two nearest editions, Elsa and Anna. Ever since that movie had come out, and the DVD was purchased, it played on a near constant loop in the playroom. Every member of the family had the soundtrack memorized by heart, including Randy. I had actually caught him humming the catchy tune of "Let It Go" in the shower once. I still haven't let him live it down.

Walking back down the stairs, I saw Keith on the living room sofa, barely keeping his eyes open. He was my oldest, and the six year old thought he was too "grown up" for naps. I smirked at him and sat down beside him on the couch. He was still in his practice gear from his baseball camp this morning. We certainly had a little slugger on our hands. The talent just flowed from him. He was the best on his team, even though he was the youngest. He had long graduated from tee-ball to coaches' pitch. Keith turned sleepy blue eyes up to me, smiling softly as I started another episode of Bubble Guppies on the DVR. I patted his leg gently, and made my way to the kitchen.

I paused when I passed a picture that was hung up on the wall. I stopped and turned to stare at the woman in the picture. My heart tugged painfully as I looked in the brown eyes of my mother. My chin shivered slightly, remembering that today would have been her birthday. I carefully took the picture from the wall and sat down on the bottom step. My eyes dusted over as I ran my fingers across the glass. I had still been pregnant with the twins when she passed. I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me.

I sat back down on the couch in the mother's empty house. Well, empty in an emotional sense. Certainly not a physical one. The funeral had ended a few hours ago, and there seemed to be a never ending parade of people shuffling through. There was hardly a free space to sit in the house. My friends and family surrounded me, yet I had never felt more alone. I wrapped my hands around the bump in my belly and closed my eyes, drowning out the noise around me. The couch moved beneath me and I turned to look over to see Zoey sitting next to me. Her brown eyes were bloodshot from her own fair share of crying. She smiled softly and held my hand. We sat there in silence for a while, before she spoke.

"Do you remember when we were little, and you convinced Mark and me that the UPS men were really a clan of mass murderers?" Zo begin, a smile pulling at the frown on her face. I remembered this story vividly. I felt a small laugh bubble in my chest, and leaned into Zoey's shoulder. "And of course, Mom was a member of that book club, and by a crazy happenstance, a UPS truck pulled into the driveway right after you told us that."

"You two went screaming into the house, begging Moma not to open the door," I said, openly chuckling now, at the memory. It had been a coincidence of course, but I couldn't believe my luck. "She was so mad at me for weeks after that!"

A silence fell between us for a moment, before I heard a sniffle next to me. Peeking over at my sister, I saw her dab a lone tear rolling down her cheek. I squeezed her hand tightly, knowing exactly how she felt. Someone cleared their throat behind us, and we both looked over our shoulders to see Mark coming to sit on the back of the couch.

"I still give a double take every time I see one of those brown trucks," both Zoey and I giggled softly, reminiscing over past times. "But that wasn't nothing compared to the time Lo and I had ganged up on you, Zoey, and began beating you with our pillows, pretending they were metal stadium chairs. It was all fun and games until Lora busted that lamp that was our Nannie's."

"Oh, yeah! I forgot about that!" I exclaimed, suddenly remembering that white oil lamp. I shivered, visualizing the tongue lashing I had received. "I was grounded for a month after that! How was I supposed to know that the lamp was over one hundred years old? I just wanted to win the world title, and Zoey was a terrible referee."

"Oh, don't pawn that off on me," Zoey said with a grunt, smiling despite herself. "I didn't even know I was playing. And if I had, I wouldn't have anyway."

"Hence, why you were a terrible referee," Mark noted, placing a soft noogie in her blonde curls. Zoey grimaced and knocked his hand away. We all resumed our quiet stupor once again, consumed with memories of our mother. I could only keep the tears away briefly, before it all just became real again. Moma was never going to walk through the front door again; we were never going to have her cooking again. We were never going to talk to her, hug her or see her smile again. I had to choke back a sob.

"What are we going to do without her? She was the glue that kept us all together," I whimpered into my hands, which had come up to block my face. I couldn't even blame my raging hormones on the pregnancy, because I knew that it just wasn't true. I would have been distraught, with or without the babies. She was my mother. And now she was gone, and we were left alone.

"What we've always done. What Mom and Dad would want us to do," Mark said, placing a hand on both his sister's shoulders. He gave us both a tight squeeze, but we saw the broken look on his face. And with a fresh wave of tears pooling in his eyes, he said, "Survive."

I was pulled back to reality when a little hand landed on my knee. I jumped slightly, brushing the tears that were sliding down my cheeks. Looking over, I saw Keith had left the couch, and come to join me on the bottom stair. He must have heard me crying, and came to check on me. My heart warmed, thinking that he was just like his father. His blue eyes were bright and shining with unshed tears of his own. Keith had been old enough to know that he was never going to see his Grammy again. Tia was still young and didn't really understand. She still asked about her often and it broke my heart. I watched as my son gazed down at the picture in my hands, and hiccupped slightly.

"I miss Grammy, Mommy," he whimpered pitifully. My chin shook violently, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, and pulled him to me tightly. He took his grandmother's death pretty hard. I ran my fingers through his hair as he cried softly on my chest.

"I know, son, I know. I do too," I whispered into his ear. The lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. I pulled away from him, to kneel in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. "But today is her birthday. And I know she is celebrating in Heaven with all of God's angels."

"Today is her birthday?" Keith questioned, his head tilting to side slightly. I nodded at him and he looked over my shoulder, in deep thought. I pressed my lips together tightly, to keep from laughing. He was so grown up sometimes, that it was too funny. But his next words shocked me. "Can we make her a birthday cake?"

Tears clouded my vision in an instant. I sniffed and swallowed hard to loosen up the emotional lump in my throat. I stood up straight, and held my hand out. "I think that would be wonderful."

oo

Randy

I pulled into the driveway, right outside our home. Cutting the engine off of my Escalade, I sat still in the silence. I knew what today was. My mother-in-law's birthday. I knew that it was going to a rough day for my wife. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the head rest. The death of Callie Pierce had affected everyone. But no one as hard as Lora. She had been depressed and downright miserable, right up until the birth of the twins.

A scream ripped through the air as I was setting the dinner table. My heart fell into my stomach when I heard my wife scream out for me. I dropped everything and ran up the stairs to the new nursery that was just completed.

Since the funeral, the only time Lora showed any signs of interest was creating our twins new room. She hadn't even gone back to work yet, which was saying something. Lora loved her job with the creative team, and took it very seriously. Vince, however, was being extremely lenient with her, giving her all the time she needed. Vince knew the pain of losing one's parents, and he sympathized with her. Something for which I was thankful for. I knew that Lora was upset now, but she wouldn't always be. And she would need her work to help her move on when she was ready.

I found Lora waddling out of the newest room, one hand on the wall for support, and one around her stomach. I noticed the trail of water she made as she went. Her water had just broke and I knew it was time for the twins to arrive. Even though I had experienced this twice already, it still shocked me to the core. I was about to become a father three times over. Rushing to her side, I helped her steady herself, and we began to make it down the stairs.

"Randy! Is it time?" I heard a female voice ask me. I looked around the living room, seeing my mother rush to our side. Christmas had just passed, and my mother, seeing how bad Lora was, decided to stay and keep an eye on her, while I had to still make Smackdown appearances. I nodded at her, just as Keith came running in from the backyard, Tia hot on his heels. They were both bundled warmly in coats and gloves, having been playing in the snow. Their little cheeks were red from the cold wind and their gloves were soaking wet from an apparent snowball fight.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?" Keith asked in hushed tones. I stared down at him momentarily. He had been so worried about his mother since his Grammy died. He asked me all the time why she was so sad all the time. I didn't really know what to say, besides that she missed her mother. But I smiled warmly down at him, trying to soothe his fears.

"Nothing's wrong with her, son. She's just ready to have the babies."

"BABIES!" Tiegan screamed, clutching at her brother's arm and jumping up and down. Keith's face cleared immediately and started to jump with his sister. I even heard Lora giggle softly, before grunting in pain, and falling against me as her knees gave way. I clutched at her tightly, bringing my full attention back to her.

"I'll get the kids ready and we'll meet you at the hospital," Mom said, as she began to bustle about the house, grabbing and snatching the kid's things, shoving them into bags. I nodded at her and hurried my wife to the car. She clung tightly to the safety handle on the roof of the SUV, as another contraction hit her like a mack truck. I flew through the streets of St. Louis, winding down the all too familiar road to the hospital. This time, I was just thankful to be here for a joyous reason. I squealed the car to a stop under the awning to the emergency room, as a few nurses came rushing out. Once they saw me getting my very pregnant and obviously in labor wife from the car, they rushed back over with a wheelchair. I quickly left her side to park the car.

Once parked, I ran back through the sliding glass doors and to the maternity section of the hospital. I was just about to ask which room Lora had been placed, I heard a scream echo from down the hall. I knew immediately and ran towards the sound. Pushing the door out of my way, I saw that they had Lora laid out on the table, legs up in stirrups with a blanket over her knees. I was at her side in an instant. She looked over at me, clearly comforted that I had made it back to her.

"Remind me of this moment, the next time we start to have sex," Lora said through clenched teeth, breathing through the pain. I couldn't help but laugh at her and press my face into her hair. She wrapped her hand around mine, lacing our fingers. I didn't flinch when she gripped it tightly. This was the only way I could help her through this, and I would be damned if I let her down. I had made several mistakes in our relationship, some that I will never forgive myself for. And I swore to myself, a promise on her life and our children, that I would never fail her again. A promise that I would die to keep.

"Alright Lora," Dr. Williams said, sitting up from between my wife's legs, "You're only six centimeters dilated, so we have a little time before you're ready to push. So just get settled down, and try to relax. Would you like me to page the anesthesiologist to set up an epidural?"

"What do you think?" Lora barked, sweat beginning to pour down her face. I bit my cheek in amusement and even the good doctor seemed to take humor from her words. But, he refrained from retorting and gave a swift nod and swept from the room.

It wasn't another fifteen minutes before another doctor, in dark navy scrubs, came in and set up my wife's pain medicine. Just as he was finished, and Lora sighed in relief, the door opened again, and my mother rushed in, clutching the hands of our other two children. One look told me that they must have stopped off at the gift shop before making the trek to the maternity ward. Both Keith and Tiegan had large balloons on strings, one pink in color and the other blue with pacifiers depicted on the shiny surface. My mother also had two large plush teddy bears, again pink and blue, under her arms. I didn't fight the smile as my children ran up to me, placing their hands on the foot of the bed to see their mother.

"Babies?" Tia asked, in her little voice, looking around the room trying to find her new siblings. Lora, who was now in a manageable condition once her pain was under control, smiled at her daughter.

"Not yet baby. But it's getting close," and this time, she barely grimaced when a contraction hit her. Tiegan huffed slightly in annoyance. She wanted to see the new babies terribly. I laughed at her, picking her up at sat her on the foot of the bed, next to Keith, who had managed to climb up on his own.

And that's how we spent the next hour and a half, with the kids playing and taking turns on their hand held video games. I watched Lora as she watched her children play quietly. She must have sensed my stare, because she turned her green eyes in my direction. Her hand reached out for me, and moved my chair to the head of the bed, getting as close to her as I could. Her hair was beginning to mat to her head from sweat and her makeup was smudged underneath her eyes, but she was still beautiful to me. My wife. My Lora.

"We don't even have a name for her yet," she whined, sounding a little disappointed. We had settled on Zackary Tyler for our new son a few weeks ago, but were having trouble with our little girl. Nothing we had thought of seemed right. And Lora wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect. Nor would I. I squeezed her hand slightly in reassurance.

"It'll be fine. There will be plenty of time for that." She smiled at me and closed her eyes to get a few minutes of rest. I jumped slightly at the sound of the door opening and turned to see our nurse come back in, to check on the patient. She smiled at our children and brought over the sonogram machine, to check the positions of the babies. I saw her face as she began to frown. It was only slightly, but I still noticed, and so did Lora. But I voiced her worries myself. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing's wrong really," she said, quickly, waving off our fears before we could jump to any conclusions. "But the baby girl isn't turned head down and it is the way of the baby boy, who is."

Before I could ask what that meant, Dr. Williams came back in and the nurse showed him what she had just found. He scratched his chin briefly before turning to give us his full attention. "Well it seems that your little girl doesn't want to cooperate and that poses a little bit of a problem. She should have been turned down by now. And I'm afraid it's going to complicate the natural birth of not only her, but the boy was well."

"What does that mean?" Lora asked, panic clearly in her voice. And who could blame her. After everything she has been through in the past year, I didn't know how much more bad news she could handle.

"Don't start to panic, now Lora. It only means that we'll have to deliver the babies by C-section," Dr. Williams informed us. My heart fluttered slightly that there wasn't anything worse to deal with. I mean, plenty of women have babies through cesarean section. Lora, however, didn't seem as relieved as I. And as my mother was asked to escort Keith and Tiegan out to the waiting room, she clutched at my forearm with a vise grip.

"I'm scared," she whispered and if I hadn't been staring at her, I wouldn't have known she had said anything. I leaned over her, putting my head against her forehead. She sighed at the touch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I followed behind them as they rolled my wife from the room to take her to the operating room. A nurse stepped in front of me as they pushed Lora through the last set of double doors, informing me that I needed to scrub in before I went any further. I nodded at him and he led me to the stainless steel washroom, adjacent to the operating room. While I soaped up, I watched as they prepped Lora for surgery. A small screen was set up, standing between her chest and rather large bump in her stomach. And as my eyes landed on the tray full of silver instruments, my heart began to pound. It finally hit me like a ton of bricks that they were actually going to slice into my wife, scarring her beautiful skin. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Now was not the time to panic. Lora needed me.

After I was properly gowned and gloved, I went to stand at the head of the table, sitting down on a stool they provided for me. I took her hand in mine and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

"I wish my Moma was here," I heard her mumble and I looked at her face to see her staring at the ceiling, as tears rolled down the side of her face and into her hair that was now covered in a surgery cap. With my free hand, I wiped her tears away and left my hand pressed against her head. My heart hurt with her, knowing just how much pain she was in.

"She is here, baby. She's right here," I said resolutely, and placed her hand over her heart. She choked back a sob and looked over at me with her deep green eyes. She cupped my face lightly, giving me a watery smile.

"I love you."

I turned my head in her hand and kissed her open palm. But as I opened my mouth to reply, Dr. Williams announced to the room that it was time to begin. It was then that I tuned everything else out below the screen and leaned as close to Lora as I could. She, of course, couldn't feel anything from the chest down, so I knew she was in no pain. But that didn't mean that I wanted to witness her being cut open. I whispered words of love and encouragement into her ears, to distract her from her surroundings. My fingers traced over every curve of her face, and I kissed every part of her that I could reach. I closed my eyes as I rested my head against hers. Until I heard that unmistakable cry. A cry that tugged at my heart.

My eyes popped open and immediately met green. Lora was staring right back at me before she looked toward the sheet in front of her. I followed her gaze as one nurse whisked away a bundle of blankets. A few moments later, she returned with one of our babies in her arms.

"Here's your baby boy," she exclaimed with a broad smile on her face. I couldn't tear my eyes away from my son. He had a mop of shiny brown hair that stuck up in odd places, and his little squishy face was contorted into a scream and his mouth was stretched wide as he complained about being removed from his warm cocoon. The nurse leaned over and let Lora touch our son. I looked down my wonderful wife, seeing her gaze at the new baby. She was crying again, but for a totally different reason. A reason that I knew all too well. For the same reason that my eyes had suddenly gone dusty. But before we could revel in this new life, another cry echoed out into the room. I had almost forgotten that there was another baby that was waiting to see her parents. And as the nurse with our son stepped away, a new one replaced her, with a squirming pink bundle in her arms. Our daughter. She looked just like her brother, with brown hair and she was equally as upset from the sudden change in atmosphere. As I stared upon her face, trying to memorize every little wrinkle, I noticed a change.

I looked down at Lora and her eyes were closed. It was then that I heard Dr. Williams barking out orders for lap pads and forceps. My heart stopped, as I heard the words hemorrhage and I knew what that meant.

"Mr. Orton, we're going to need to step out now please," the nurse that had my son a moment ago spoke to me. I shook my head, but I couldn't get my voice to work. I wouldn't leave her. Not until she was safe.

"Randy, you have to leave now, so that I can have full attention in trying to stop this bleeding. Go now!" He ordered me. I couldn't move, so two nurses came, took my by the arms and led me from the room. Once outside the double doors, they rushed back into the operating room, leaving me stranded in the hallway. What the hell was going on?

Finally, my legs began to work and I walked as quickly from the operating room as I could. I couldn't stand to be there anymore. Was Lora going to die on me? She couldn't. She just couldn't. I needed her. I heard someone call out my name, and I turned to see John, running up to me, with a smile on his face. Until he saw the state that I was in, and he immediately sobered up.

"What's happened?" John demanded, as soon as he was by my side. I looked around, and I didn't see anyone else. I didn't what I would tell the children if something happened to their mother. My knees buckled and John reacted in an instant. He clung to my shoulders and helped me onto a bench right behind me.

"The babies are fine. But Lora," I trailed off, licking my lips to try to gain some moisture in my mouth. What exactly was happening to Lora right now? "She was bleeding, and they're trying to stop it. I don't know what's going on now. They made me leave the room."

John sat down quietly next to me, his arm around my shoulder. Time snailed by, crawling over me as my Lora's life hung in the balance. I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands. Scared wasn't even the word for it. I felt like if she died, so would I. After all this time, we were one in the same. Our hearts beating in time with the other. I felt my shoulders begin to shake and I knew that I was crying. It didn't even bother me that I couldn't control them, it didn't bother me that I was blubbering like an idiot in front of John. He was my brother, and he would understand.

"Mr. Orton." My head shot up at the sound of my name, and I saw Dr. Williams walking towards me. With John's help, I stood and waited to hear the worst. But the good doctor just smiled softly at me. "She's going to be just fine. We were able to stop the bleeding and she is resting comfortably now."

The air I didn't know I was holding in my lungs rushed out as if I was hit in the gut. Relief flooded over me so strong it was as if I was melting from the inside out. Lora was going to live. Slowly, I felt my heart start beating again.

"There is one thing, however," Williams said, taking a solemn look on his face. My eyebrows came together as I waited to hear the bad news of this good news/bad news situation. "To stop the bleeding, we had to take extreme measures. To save her life, we had to remove her uterus, because it was so badly damaged from the trauma of carrying twins and then the surgery. I am sorry to say, that she won't be able to have any more children."

It had been a small price to pay for the love of my life that day. A price I would gladly pay again. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Reaching over to the passenger seat of the car, I grabbed the two balloons and small bouquet of flowers and headed towards the front door.

oo

Lora

Keith stood by my side as I put the last bit of icing on the cake. I handed him the spreading knife and he helped smooth the icing over the last piece of uncovered cake. I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut and I ran to the front door. With a smile on my face, and jerked the door open and saw my husband making his way up the steps. I ran for him, throwing my arms around his throat and kissing him flush on the mouth. He chuckled beneath my lips as he kissed me back.

"You guys are so gross!" Keith exclaimed as he ran towards his father. Randy pulled back, laughing deeply and stared down at his son who was clinging to his leg. I noticed the balloons and flowers Randy had in his hands, but before I could comment on them, another sound met my ears.

"Daddy!" Tia screamed, who had just woken up from her nap and saw her father as she stood at the top of the stairs. And with her scream, she must have startled the twins. Because at that time, cries started to echo through the baby monitor clipped to my jeans. I smiled at Randy and went up the stairs, leaving the three of them to bond.

I entered the twins' room and saw both of them standing up and holding on to the railing. When they saw me, they broke out in identical smiles and held their arms out for me, and said in unison, "Mama!"

"Hello my babies! Did you have a good nap?" I asked them, and they both nodded at me, staring at me impatiently to pick them up. Zack had my green eyes while Mack had her father's blue. But other than that, they really were the perfect mix of their parents. I heaved them both into my arms and looked down at them. "Guess who's here my little ones?"

"Dada?" Zack guessed, and I smiled brightly at him. It had been two weeks that Randy had been on the road. I nodded at him and he squealed in delight, and Mackenzie giggled and clapped her hands together happily. "Dada!"

We slowly made our way downstairs. I didn't want to risk falling with the twins. While they weren't all that heavy, when held together, two sixteen month old babies made walked up and down stairs complicated. I sat them down on the floor when I reached the landing and they ran, with their little pitter patter feet, to find Randy. They didn't have to hunt long, as he was in the kitchen, listening to Keith and Tia jabber about all they have done in the last two weeks.

"What's with the balloons and flowers?" I asked him, as I wrapped my arms around him from behind and laid my head down on his back, listening to his heartbeat. He turned in my arms, just as Keith and Tia began to chase Zack and Mack around the kitchen island cabinet. He placed a soft kiss on my hair before pulling back slightly.

"The flowers are for your mother's birthday and the balloons are for the children, to let go outside and send them to their Grammy," I gaped at Randy's explanation. Fresh emotions rolled over me. Randy had remembered and made a point of making a celebration of sorts out of it. I grabbed his face and placed another hard kiss on his lips. I pulled away before Keith had the chance to complain. Randy looked over my shoulder to the counter. "And what's with the cake?"

"Keith wanted to make a birthday cake for his Grammy," I whispered, thinking about the moment we had earlier in the day. My heart hurt for my oldest son. I looked up to Randy to see he had a strange look on his face. He seemed to be torn between being proud of his son and upset that Keith was hurting. I knew exactly what he was feeling.

We escorted the kids out into the back yard, letting Zackary and Mackenzie run around while we gathered Keith and Tia. I watched as Mackenzie tripped over a twig and stood back up without even fussing. She was just as strong as her name sake was. After all, my mother was one of the strongest women I had ever known. I turned my attention back to scene before me, drying my eyes with the back of my hand. Randy explained what the balloons were for, and handed one to each of them. Tiegan tugged at her string and watched as the balloon jumped from her ministrations. I knelt down behind her, holding her hand in mine. "Now let go, so you can send the balloon to Grammy and wish her a 'Happy Birthday'."

Tia raised her hand with the balloon high in the air, and let her fist open. As she watched the balloon fly up into the air, she screamed out loudly, "Happy birfday, Gammy!"

I chuckled as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tight to me. She giggled against me, pulled away and ran after her younger brother and sister. I walked to stand behind Keith next, but he wasn't smiling like Tiegan had been. He was studying the clouds with a very sad expression. As if he knew Grammy was up there, but was upset that he couldn't see her. Finally, he let go of the balloon. He watched it fly and right as it was about to invisible to us anymore, he whispered, "I miss you Grammy."

Tears, I know. I didn't want to leave Callie without some resolution. And I also didn't not want to share when the twins were brought into the world!

So there you have it, a new beginning to what I hope will be another story that you guys love. My heart is touched by so many of you, which have stood by me and Lora and Randy from the beginning. Some of you even admitting to rereading my stories! My heart swelled painfully at yalls kind words and I want you know that I appreciate it fully! I love you guys!

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