For new readers, welcome! I know this is a new story but the author, me, has been MIA for approximately 1 1/2 years off of my "regular" updates, seeing as they were never regular in the first place. For old readers, I deeply and sincerely apologize. It's no excuse to not have even put out an A/N but life got in the way, and when it wasn't life, I was relaxing and when it wasn't that, I had a lack of inspiration, and when it wasn't that, I had writers block. So yes, things have happened, but I'm very slowly getting back in the swing of the writing motions. It's been a hot minute since I've wrote anything at all for even my personal sake, and the only real writing I've ever done was for school in my classes (some material personal but graded). To think that the last time I updated something I was still in high school, and now, I'm a graduate! Enough about that though, I only referenced it to show the length of time I've put off from putting any new material out on this site. ALOT has happened within this year and a half to influence my timelines and writing subjects on GH as well as the other fandoms I write for. Pregnancy will ALWAYS be a hot topic for me, especially when it comes to Tracy (or a Jlange character on AHS; depending on what you read from me), but this is something different, something unexpected when I did decide for this to consume me all it's glory. I hope you all can forgive and continue to read what I put out into the world! Thank you and happy reading :) PM's and reviews are more than appreciated!

"Grandma! Look what I found!" Laura turned her head to see a chin resting atop an antique, ivory chest, arms wrapped firmly around it. Laura smiled at the young girl standing before her.

"Here, come set that down." Laura patted the coffee table that remained in the Quartermaine living room.

"It's so pretty, but it's locked. I tried prying it open but it was no use. Not even a paper clip worked." As Charlotte aged, the Spencer in her really began to take over. She was a mini Lulu from back in the day, it was almost as if over time her mother had a personality change, but Charlotte grabbed hold of the old one.

"That's because it's antique. Tricks like that don't work on tough locks like these. You'd need a skeleton key to crack this baby open."

"Darn it!" Charlotte crossed her arms in defeat and blew a strand of blonde hair out of her face. Laura gave her granddaughter a smirk and revealed a key on a chain worn around her neck. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?!"

"I've got the code right here."

"You wear that thing every day! I never knew it was a real key?!"

"Let's just keep this key a secret." Laura removed the necklace from her neck and placed it in Charlotte's hand.

"Why? Did you steal it? You said it's antique. Maybe it has something valuable in here! Like jewelry or money or gold?!"

"Hardly." Charlotte gave Laura a puzzled look.

"We're at the Quartermaine mansion, this was hidden in the back of a closet in a room no one stays in, a locked. Why wouldn't it be worth something?"

"The box might be worth something, but it's contents are worth much lesser I promise."

"What's inside then, if not something valuable?"

"Well I gave you the key, open it and find out!" Charlotte scrambled to stick the key in it's hole and was in awe hearing a click once it turned. She slowly lifted the lid and was sorely disappointed in what she revealed.

"What the heck?"

"I told you it was nothing."

"Then why is it locked in the back of a useless closet?" Charlotte scoffed.

"Monetary value is just as of importance as personal value." Laura stated.

"True. So this chest is yours?"

"Kinda."

"And it's holding your personal things?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"So why is it locked up in the back of a closet at the Quartermaine's?" Charlotte inquired, very confused.

"Well you know I stay here from time to time, and that's the room I stay in. Plus it's a good hiding place. I don't live here so no one would go digging through my personal things, especially if they're in a useless room." Laura pointed out.

"Sorry about that."

"No, you're fine. Just, if anyone else were to question my belongings."

"Oh, I see. So what is this stuff anyway?" Charlotte dug around in the chest, but found nothing eye catching about the scattered envelopes in the box.

"Letters."

"But they're unopened. Well most of them anyway. Who wrote them?" Laura stood up from where she was sitting and bent over to pick up some of the letters that were in the chest. shuffling through them like mail.

"I did. Most of them."

"And you never mailed them?"

"Nope."

"Why did you write them then?"

"For myself. It was kinda like an outlet for me, ya know?" Laura shrugged. "It still is, but I haven't wrote one in months actually."

"So these are essentially journal entries, in letter form?"

"Essentially, except they are actually addressed to someone."

"Really? Who may that be?" Charlotte was highly intrigued. Her grandmother was never boring, or bland. Laura always managed to spice things up for Charlotte, whether it was being at the Quartermaine's;a family Laura claimed as her own, looking out for the Quartermaine boys and helping with family event planning; or going into the city, or taking impromptu trips to Europe, courtesy of the Quartermaine's, again.

"Are you up for that kind of story?"

"You bet I am."

"Well sit down, it might take a few days." Laura patted the seat beside her, and grabbed an already opened letter, addressed to her. She began to read.

May 15th 2017

Laura, How are you? How are my babies? I know they're not babies but you know what I mean. That includes Lulu. Me? I'm doing pretty wonderfully all things considered. Europe is always lovely this time of year no matter where you are. I'm sure you know that though. I'll keep this letter as short and sweet and non-sentimental as possible. Me, sentimental? Ha! Not hard to imagine though, considering you've seen me at some of the most vulnerable points in my life which I absolutely hate, but I am also grateful because now I can tell you things like that and know I won't be judged. Sorry this is a letter and not a call or text or video call. We live in the 21st century, I get it, but this way I can communicate and keep a safe distance. I don't want to miss Port Charles more than I already do. Yes, that so crazily includes you. There's so much more I have to tell you but not this time. Maybe in a few days I'll catch you up. Please do me a favor and tell my family I love and miss them. Don't tell them I wrote because then they'll want to send me back letters and I cannot deal with that sentiment now, just reassure them for me. My journey is only just beginning and I think I'm liking it. Thank you for being such a good friend. Who woulda thought?

All my love and best regards,

"Well..."

"Well, that was one letter." Laura laid the letter down in her lap.

"And..." Charlotte was waiting for an answer.

"That's only the beginning of this whole big thing, you didn't think I'd give it away so quickly did you?"

"I should've known better." Charlotte fell back into the couch and Laura laughed. Her granddaughter would love this story.

Thank you all for reading! I was desperate to post something and put something out there, so this will probably be the shortest chapter. I plan on deeply expanding my chapter's word count from my previous word count in my other stories. All my new stories will have a largely upped word count chapter wise (and story wise in turn). I hope you continue to read! I wonder if you can guess who the letter is from, it's fairly obvious. Reviews, comments, suggestions, questions, all feedback is appreciated!