Vocabulary

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Jay wasn't a whizz with words, but when he told An that he loved her she knew that he meant it.

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Thanks

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An slumped over, defeated.

It wasn't fair. She had worked so hard on their Halloween costumes only to be beaten by two kids with signs around their necks with the words 'Nudists on Strike!' on them. An felt as if she was going to cry, Sheldon and April had really wanted to win and she let her precious babies down.

Then she felt two small hands tug on her jeans, and looked up to see her children's bright faces, "Thanks for making our costumes, Mommy!" April said cheerfully. "Yeah!" Sheldon agreed, "These are so cool!" he then lifted his arms over his head and shouted, "I AM A SLIME MUTANT FROM THE PLANET FRANK! FEAR ME HUMANS WITH HEADS OF HAIR-DOS!" April chuckled and made monster noises with her brother.

An smiled and felt her heart lighten. They may not have won, but they were happy and that was what was really important.

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Keys

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Jay was ecstatic, here he was, signing a lease on an apartment.

It made him feel so adult that he was getting his own place and paying bills with the money he had earned at his chef job at Selina's.

And an APARTMENT no less.

It'd been a big step from the trailer, not that he didn't like the trailer or anything, but still, it was bigger and had more space then the trailer, and he didn't have to share it with three other men.

The person he was sharing it with, though, he could easily get used to living with.

An smiled eagerly as she handed over the last of her half of the paper work, bouncing in her seat. She was excited too, which made Jay feel even better about it.

Living together was a big step, but they were glad they were taking it.

Jay handed the last bit of completed paperwork over and the realtor handed them each a key.

"Enjoy your new home."

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Racing

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An walked through the parking lot, a little steamed, holding Sheldon's hand while Jay held April's, they were covered in fresh fish.

"We're sorry for racing shopping carts in the store, again, and getting banned, again." Jay said sadly.

"You all could have gotten hurt!" she scolded.

"We were just having a little fun with the kids!"

"We didn't win, though." Sheldon said sadly.

An sighed and scooped her son up, "Winning and Losing don't matter." She said simply, "As long as you have fun, everyone wins." She then scowled at all of them, "But it's not fun watching you guys crash into a display case of dead fish!"

They all winced then nodded as they continued making their way to the car.

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Nap

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Shelly refused to take a nap.

"April doesn't have to, so why should I?" he asked, sad that he'd have to go down for a nap alone.

"Because six year olds don't need naps." Jay explained for the up-teenth time, "five year olds do."

"I don't need a nap!" Sheldon said firmly, "I'm a big boy!"

An scooped him up and simply said, "okay then, no nap for you today." Jay looked at her, stunned while Sheldon cheered, "YAY! NOW I CAN PLAY WITH BIG SISTER SOME MORE!"

An put him down and walked back to her husband to watch their children play.

"Are you sure about this, An?" he asked her. An nodded, "Shelly will be tired after a while and take his nap later, it will be fine."

And, soon enough, Sheldon was curled up in a corner, snoring and drooling as he enjoyed his afternoon nap.

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Panties

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Jay had been doing the laundry when he found some tiny, lacy, pink underwear in April's pile. He squinted at it. Now, April was sixteen and old enough to be wearing that kind of thing, but Jay wasn't comfortable with that.

"April, can you come here, please?"

She did. Jay held up the panties, "Is this yours?"

"Yeah, I bought it at the mall yesterday and wanted to put it through the wash before wearing it, why?"

"Why is it so… uh, tiny?"

"It's not, Daddy, it covers everything it needs to."

Jay stretched it, obviously uncomfortable, "You sure about that?"

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Behavior

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"April is a bright and cheerful student, she's very popular among the other students and we all absolutely adore her."

"That's great!" An said cheerfully.

"There's just one little thing… last week there was an incident where a boy peeked under her skirt and she cried."

Jay began crushing the metal on the arms of his chair with his bare hands, "Sheldon, Andy and Allbert then attacked the boy and he is currently in the hospital for a broken nose and leg."

Jay relaxed a bit, "We were hoping you could ask the boys to tone it down a bit and to next time inform a teacher and we'll handle it from there."

After they talked a little more, Jay and An drove back home where Sam and Jamie had been babysitting April and Sheldon.

Jay took Sheldon aside, "Tell Allbert and Andy, next time some kid peeks under your sisters' skirt, hit him harder." Sheldon saluted him, "Sir, yes sir!"

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Art

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Their fridge was covered in it, from school art projects to drawings they did at home, An and Jay couldn't get enough of their five and six year old's work.

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Critique

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Jay nervously glanced at the occupants of the table, it was a new dish he had never tried before and hoped they would like it, after all, he trusted their taste buds more then his own, mainly because he was fearful that pride would overpower the pink dots on his tongue.

He hoped they'd like it, it would crush him if they didn't.

Three sauce covered faces smiled up at him, his beloved family giving him big smiles as they cried, "MORE PLEASE!"

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Headache

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An had a headache, which was rare, since she hardly ever got sick or stressed, but today was just one of those days, she had been yelled at by her new boss, someone had eaten the lunch Jay had made her that morning (even though it had her name on it), half the materials she had ordered still hadn't come in yet and she needed them to finish the set, her car had been scratched and she had gotten yelled at and honked at when she had stopped so she wouldn't hit a young child retrieving a ball that had rolled into the street on the way home.

She opened the door and walked inside, just wanting to bawl, her head was pounding from all the yelling and the lack of food. Jay had been sitting on the couch watching TV when he saw her expression.

"You have a bad day, An?" Jay asked, she nodded. "You wanna talk about it over some dinner?" he asked. An smiled gratefully and nodded again.

She was glad that Jay seemed to always know exactly what she needed to feel better.

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Blocked

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"I'm really sorry, April." A young boy with his brown hair cut in a bowl cut said sadly. He was sitting with April at her kitchen table, an empty sheet of paper in front of him. April gently patted him on his shoulder, making him blush a bit.

"It's okay, Oliver, all great writers have writers block." She said softly.

"But we always make our own comics on Sundays! How can we give them out to our families tomorrow, if I don't write them today?" He said, exasperated and guilty, "and how are you supposed to know what to draw if we don't have a story to tell?" he let his head fall flat on the table with a groan. An walked past, then stopped when she saw her distressed ten-year-old daughter and her best friend, "What's wrong with Oliver?" she asked.

"He has Writer's block." April said softly as she rubbed his back, "he's beating himself up over it."

An frowned at the news and thought for a moment, then smiled and dashed out of the room.

When she came back, she placed a monster claw from one of her older movies on the table, "Write something about this." She said cheerfully.

"Like what?" Oliver asked defeated, glancing up at her expectantly.

"Well, what kind of monster has this claw?" she asked him, "Does it shed it's claws or was this broken off in battle? Why would it fight?"

Oliver sat up and pondered her words for a moment before his eyes lit up, he turned to April, "April, we're gonna need the big box of crayons cause I think I finally got a good one!" he said excitedly, then looked up at An gratefully, "Thanks Mrs. Kanker!"

"Yeah, thanks Mom!" April agreed as she dashed to grab the big box of crayons from her mom's special art room.

An smiled, proud that she had defeated Oliver's writers block.

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Soundproof

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Jay came home late, he had to plan the menu for this week and he had been asked to go on Iron Chef again and had to plan his menu for that too.

He unlocked the door, guessing that his family was asleep, although he wished that he could've wished them all good night, he was happy just to have everyone home again since April was back home from college for the weekend.

He walked past the door to the basement, where Sheldon's room was, only to hear moaning and groaning and the bed creaking.

"Oh SHEEELLDDDONNN!" a familiar girl's voice cried out. Jay smiled, a little proud of his son as he quietly passed the door, figuring that he'd probably have to soundproof Sheldon's room, after all…

"That's my boy." He whispered.

He made his way upstairs and walked down the wall towards his bedroom, when he heard another set of creaks, groans and moans…

Coming from April's room.

"Ohh OLLLIVVVVEERRR!" he heard his daughter cry out.

Jay could hardly breath.

He had finally become okay with his daughter's lifelong best friend becoming her boyfriend, but this was way out of his comfort zone.

This was his little girl having… having…

He couldn't even bare to think about it, yet it was happening!

An suddenly came out of their bedroom, looking tired as she glanced at her husband, "We're going to have to soundproof April's room." She said with a yawn.

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Author's End note: and that was the last of the Trio, no comics of this yet, but hey, who knows?