'It's been two years. And I still can't believe he's gone. The love of my life ripped right out from underneath me. I've never been the type to hold a grudge against Him for throwing curve balls or even making my life bumpy but this! This was uncalled for. He was...My everything. My heart, my soul, my whole reason for living. And He took him away. Some days I still think it's a dream. I wake up and walk down stairs and look for him making me pancakes. The famous Mercer pancakes. When I realize he's not there I break down all over again. He's gone. Jack Mercer, the love of my life and my reason for being, is dead.'

"Jeeze, I really need to get over this!" I said to myself sitting up in my bed and looking over to my night stand. There was the last picture I took of Jack. It was taken the morning he died. He was passed out on the couch and look so sweet and innocent. If I had only known that would be one of the last chances to see him. "There I go again!"

"Jessica! Get your ass down here and make some damn pancakes!" Bobby yelled from the bottom of the steps.

"Why? I thought you wanted Sofi to be your maid?" I yelled purposely so Angel cold hear me.

"Not funny, Jekka!" I heard Angel yell from his room.

As much I hate to say it, Sofi was nice. With Ma being gone, it was nice to have a female around the house. I still throw my off handed comments along with Bobby but she knows I love her. I'd never tell Bobby this but if it hadn't been for her after Jack died, I don't think I would have survived. I would have intentionally let myself go.

"Come on, Jekka! I'm hungry and I gotta go to work." Bobby said walking through my door. He leaned against the frame and stared at me on the bed.

"I'm fine, Bobby." I assured him, knowing what that look was for.

"What are ya, a mind reader?" he joked walking over to me to pull my ponytail.

"No but I know that look. It's look you've given me for the past two years, Bobby. So I'm fine. Now, how 'bout them famous pancakes!" I asked jumping on his back as he got up to walk away.

"Why, Jek! I thought you'd never ask."

Bobby was so good to me. After Jack died, he let me cry and sob mercilessly at night when I couldn't sleep. We all missed him. But we all knew we had to move on. And we did. But I only moved on from mourning him, I'd never move on from loving him. My heart was set on Jack. Whether he was here or not. I loved him and only him. Part of me could still feel him alive and until that feeling died I could never be with another guy.

"Ok so...what are we going to do for dinner this week, boys?" I asked while I mixed the batter for the pancakes. They were the Mercer's famous pancakes that Jack had perfected and gotten everyone addicted to. The boys loved the way I made them but Jack's were unbeatable. Bobby always said no one could make them the way Jack did, because only he was the fairy!

"Well, I was thinking you could make fajitas and maybe some ribs?" Angel said sitting down at the table.

"Oh god yes! Please make ribs. They are perfect. Meat just right off the bones." Bobby said closing his eyes and rubbing his stomach.

"Hey! Speaking of meat and bones, Jek. Where did all your meat go?" Jerry asked walking into the house with Camille in tow.

"What? I got meat on my bones." I asked looking down at myself. He was right I had lost a little bit of weight. But it was only because it was around the time of Jack's death. I wouldn't stop eating it was just that I was too busy thinking of him to realize that I was hungry. But I was nowhere near looking too thin. I never was big anyways. I was a measly 5'3" and weighed about 110 soaking wet. I was petite, very petite. But I was almost two months premature so the doctor said I was always going to be little.

"Where?" he asked walking over to me. "Huh, where? Here..." he asked as he poked my side. "Or here?" he asked again poking my stomach.

"Quit, Jerry!" I screamed and wiggled to get away from him knowing he was gonna try to keep ticking me.

"I know you look fine. You were always tiny." He said pulling out a chair at the table and taking a few pancakes.

" I remember all the looks you and Jack..." Camille started to say but stopped abruptly when she said his name.

"It's okay Cam. You can talk about him." I replied putting more pancakes on the table.

"Well, I was just remembering all the looks you two got. T was funny. You guys were complete opposites." she said smiling and shaking her head at the memory.

"Why? Because he was all punked out and tall and I'm all girly and short." I paused for a moment trying to picture us standing next to each other.

She was right. We looked funny together. Jack was full foot taller than me. And we dressed differently. He was into the rock and punk thing with his messy dirty blonder hair. While I was a well...a girl. I wore the nice low cut jeans and pretty tops. I made sure that my pretty chocolate brown hair was nice. Never bothered too much with make-up, good skin was in my genes and my skin had a natural sun kissed glow to it. I wore skirts and looked like what Jack's friends would call a 'prep' but Jack didn't care.

"Yeah we were opposites, weren't we?" I said smiling as I finally got to sit down and eat my breakfast. I looked around before eating. It was nice having all of us here. Bobby, Angel, Sofi, Jerry and Camille. Only thing missing was Amelia and Daniella, and well Jack and Ma of course. Their deaths brought us closer. And even though I was happy about that, I just wished it wasn't losing family that brought us back together.