Chapter 1

"Mommy!" I heard my three year old, Abigail, yell from her bedroom. "Can I take Ginger to Grampa and Grama's?" I sighed, and left my husband of six years to cook the pancakes and went upstairs to Abby's room.

When I walked into her room, it looked like a kid's fashion magazine exploded. There were clothes all over the floor, and a messy clump of clothes in Abby's horse print suitcase. "Sweetie, we aren't leaving until tomorrow. Don't you wanna sleep with Ginger tonight? And Daddy was supposed to help you pack."

"But Mommy, he did help me! Before you waked up!" She sat on her bed and picked up her stuffed horse. "When we get to Grampa's, can I ride big Ginger?" I have a feeling that she's never gonna grow out of this horse loving stage.

I just sat by her and put her in my lap. "If Grampa says you can." She curled up in my lap and closed her eyes.

"Mommy, why does Grampa live so far away?" After I got married, my dad moved back to our old house near Nashville, and now we go and visit him about three times a year.

"Because, your daddy and I need to stay here for our work, but your grandfather wants to live where he can see open sky and can have horses."

"Breakfast is ready!" My gorgeous husband, Leslie Jacob Ryan, yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I picked Abby up and carried her downstairs and sat her in her booster seat.

"Thank you Jake." Really, do you think I'm gonna let anyone know his real name? I gave him a quick kiss and we sat down.

I put a pancake on Abby's plate and put some syrup on it. Then I put two pancakes and some bacon on my plate. Jake started playing footsies with me after he got his food. "Jake! Stop it!"

He just tilted his head to the side and ran his foot up and down the lower part of my leg. "Stop what?" he asked cockily.

"You know very well what I want you to quit doing!" I moved and sat Indian-style on my chair so he'd stop.

"What do you want him to quit doing Mommy?" Abby asked looking at her father.

"Nothing" Jake and I both nervously said back to her.

Luckily young children are very accepting and she dropped the subject. "May I be excused?" She's doing very well on the politeness thing.

"Yea munchkin. Just don't go in your room. Go to the playroom or the living room." Abby got up, put her dishes in the sink and ran off to her playroom.

When I was sure she was out of hearing range I talked to Jake about his behavior. "Jake, you can't be above PG when our daughter is in the room!"

I put one foot back on the floor and rested the other leg in Jake's lap. "So now we can?" He asked while he pushed his plate aside and rubbed my foot.

"Yea, as long as she doesn't come back in here." I also pushed my plate aside and leaned back in my chair. "So Jake, what are you gonna do about that huge mess in Abby's room?"

"Oh, you saw that? You know I'm not good at packing. Why don't you pack?"

"Jake, I have to work! You've been off he last two weeks! Today is the first day of my vacation!" That's the difference between actors and singers, He gets more time off but I'm always working on a new album or something.

"Oh and that reminds me! Lilly and Jackson said they'll watch Abby when we go to the doctor's office." Oh yea I forgot all about that!

"Ok well we better get ready to go then." I went and got Abby and got her changed so she was ready to go to my brother's house. Then I went and changed. No one but Jake and I knew why I was going to the doctor's. I bet Lilly will be the first to really know why.

"Miles! Hurry or we're gonna be late!" I ran down the stairs with Abby in my arms. Jake took Abby out of my arms and I grabbed her bag and my purse. Jake put Abby in her car seat and I got in the passenger's seat and Jake started driving to my brother's house.

When we got to Jackson's house, Lilly answered the door with their daughters four year old, Kaylee, right behind her and two month old, Annie, in her arms. "Hey Lil, thanks for watching Abby for us."

"No problem!" Lilly took me off to the side and whispered in my ear. "You're pregnant aren't you?"