Ally's POV

Today was just any other day. The sun was shining, no clouds were in the sky, and birds were singing.

In our house, it was silent and calm. Austin slowly awakened as my eyes were fluttering to the ceiling.

"Morning, babe," he moaned and kissed my forehead.

"Morning," I replied. "Better go wake up the kids."

I threw my legs and stretched for the moment. Pop! There goes my neck and my legs.

This was exactly how I wanted my life to turn out. I have a boyfriend who I've been with for almost a decade and three wonderful children.

I walked into Jase's room first. He was snoring louder than a Kodiak bear just like his dad.

My fingers flicked his light switch on and Jase awakens to the light.

"Wake up, Jase," I said aloud.

"Morning, Ally," he yawned.

Okay, I know what you're probably thinking. Yes, he does call me by my first name because Jase is actually my stepson.

Jason Alexander Moon is actually Austin's son from his ex-wife, Donna. Both of them don't talk about Donna that much. When Jase was only four, Donna abandoned him and Austin to start a new life in New Zealand.

Jase was only fourteen starting high school. He was lanky with shaggy brown hair and Austin's eyes. He's an athlete in basketball and track, and is very popular. Thank, god that he's more responsible than some of his immature friends.

After Jase's room, I walked into Leighton's room. She was on the floor next to her closet with high heels on.

"Mom, how do I look?" She asked.

"Like your Aunt Rosie during girls night out," I smirked. "Change."

"Mom!"

"Leighton, you are going to middle school. Not a strip club."

"Fine."

When Austin and I tried, it's turns out that I can never have kids. We decided to adopt instead. Leighton Jean Moon was our first adopted daughter.

She was a little five year-old from Detroit when we got her. She had bronze curls and freckles. Her eyes were silver and her skin was a bit ivory.

Leighton is eleven now and she's so nervous about middle school. How anxious was she? She kept biting her nails for the passed week and reading all of her books on her shelf to keep distracted.

Finally, the last room we had belonged to our little girl, Krishna Navina Moon.

We adopted her when she was barely three months old. She was an orphan from India although we wanted a boy. She was our beautiful baby girl. Her black hair was smooth and shiny, her eyes are brown, and her skin color was copper.

I walked into her room. Krishna was on her bed playing with her stuffed Bengal tiger, Aseem.

"Krishna, are you ready for kindergarten?" I asked her.

"It's gonna be fun, Momma," she smiled. Her accent was mostly American instead of Indian.

"I'm glad you know. Let's get you dressed, baby."

I dressed Krishna up in the clothes I picked out for her. Her outfit was a yellow shirt, brown plaid skirt, brown boots, and grey leggings.

As everybody started getting ready, I started cooking breakfast including eggs and bacon.

"Guys, breakfast is ready," I said aloud.

Everybody except Jase came into the kitchen and sat down eating. Austin had the day off today at the police station so he gets to come with me to drop off Krishna at elementary school.

Jase finally walked in and took a sip of coffee.

"Jase, honey, have some orange juice," I said.

"I'm sorry, Ally," he said. "I need coffee. Leighton wouldn't stop crying last night about her body."

"Leighton," I said.

"Mom, I'm fine," she said. "It's just that…I'm growing up. There would be new friends, bras, makeup, boys—"

"Pretend I didn't hear the boys part," Austin warned her.

"Daddy, please."

"You are so dramatic, Leighton," scoffed Jase. "You even thought you broke your entire leg when you stepped on Krishna's Barbie doll."

"I want a new one for christmas, lumberjack," Krishna said. I'll admit that Krishna is one of those sarcastic and sassy kids.

Beep, beep! A car from outside was honking.

"That's my ride," said Jase. "Bye, Dad. Bye, Ally." He grabbed his backpack and ran out the door.

"Come on, girls," said Austin.