Friday night meant dinner with the entire family. This week it was at Mark's.

"Ten minutes!" Roger called out to both his wife and daughter who were each in their rooms getting ready.

"Okay!" Annette yelled back as she finished tying her hair. She figured she had some time and took out her guitar, displaying her similarities to her father. She just kind of strummed as she was lost in thought. It was a knock on her door that snapped her back to reality,

"Annette! Let's go!" Her father called.

"Right." She muttered putting away her guitar and joining her father in the hallway to wait for Mimi.

"Mimi!" Roger whined. "Come on!" He knew if he walked into the room there'd be no chance of them being on time.

"Okay, okay!" Mimi said as she walked out, fastening an earring. "What's the rush anyway?"

"I made a bet with Maureen last week that we'd be there before her today!"

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." Annette laughed and Mimi went back into the room.

"It might if your mother hurries up!" Roger said louder so that Mimi would hear. He turned back to his daughter. "I'm hoping Kenny slows them down."

"Kenny will slow them down." Annette nodded. "And Joanne will hurry them back up."

"Mimi!" Roger said, exasperated.

"Okay!" Mimi stepped out. "Let's go." They began to descend the stairs when Mimi suddenly remembered,

"Oh, I forgot perfume!" Roger caught her around the waist.

"You smell wonderful, baby. Please, let's go!" Mimi grumbled but conceded and they went out to the car.

"Can I drive?" Annette asked her father hopefully. Though Annette was 16, she'd waited too long to get her permit when she was 15, and now still needed an adult companion to drive.

"No!" Mimi said at once. Mimi always got so nervous when her daughter drove.

"Let her drive." Roger said. Mimi glared at him.

"Look, Annette and I will take my car, you take yours and we'll have no problem."

"Fine." Mimi grumbled and went back into the house to get her keys.

"Let's go!" Roger grinned at his daughter and tossed her the keys. They took off and were five minutes into the car ride when Roger said,

"The limit's 35. You're on 45."

"I thought you wanted to beat Maureen."

"Don't get cute." Roger threatened, but there was laughter in his voice.

"Can't help it. I am cute. I'm a Davis."

"That you are." Roger grinned.

"Well, actually…I should go by Marquez 'cause there's nothing cute about Davis." She teased.

"Oh yeah? Go ask the Marquez side to drive." Roger answered.

"But uh…" Annette struggled for a save. "Thank G-d, I'm a Davis or I wouldn't be cool."

"Lame." Roger said, but smiling none the less. "35! Slow down!"

"Okay, okay."

As they only lived ten minutes away, it wasn't long until they were driving into the neighborhood. A pair of headlights blinked at them from the opposite entrance.

"What moron is blinking their lights?" Roger muttered.

"Dad…it's Maureen!"

"Step on it!" Roger ordered. "But don't tell your mother." Annette laughed and took the car up to 30 in a 15 zone. Maureen accelerated too.

"35!" Said Roger and his daughter obeyed.

"HAH!" Roger yelled out the window as a car turned ahead of Maureen, forcing her to stay at 25. Maureen was heard cursing and Joanne was heard yelling "Maureen! Six year old in the car!" Kenny, of course, found it all very amusing. Maureen stopped cursing and settled for honking the horn non stop. The car in front of Maureen suddenly turned and as Maureen pressed down on the accelerator, Annette pulled into the driveway. She parked the car and she and Roger jumped out laughing and hugged. Maureen pulled in behind them, grumbling.

"Hi, Aunt Maureen!" Annette grinned at her godmother.

"You, my dear," Maureen said looking down at Annette. "Are not getting what you wanted for your birthday." Annette's face fell. "You'll have to wait till Christmas." Annette smiled. "That'll teach you to mess with your godmother." She turned to Roger. "As for you, Davis, I'm going to kick your—" She was cut off by her son yelling out in glee upon seeing his "uncle" Roger. "Well, you get it." Maureen growled at her friend.

"I do." Roger nodded. "But first you're gonna give me the twenty bucks." Maureen grumbled as she slapped the bill into his outstretched hand.

"Why don't you bums stop arguing and come inside?" Collins's cheerful voice came from the doorway. Maureen punched Roger as she walked by him and Joanne gave him an apologetic look.

"Hi, Uncle Roger!" Kenny jumped into his arms. Roger, Kenny and Joanne walked into the house.

"Where are my godchildren?" Roger yelled as he walked into the house. "Hey, Dana!" He greeted his best friend's wife with a kiss on the cheek.

"Dunno where the kids are," Mark joined his wife, "but here's your best friend."

"Oh hi, Mark." Roger said dismissively, joking.

"And people wonder how we've stayed so close!" Mark said sarcastically. Roger chuckled giving his friend a hug.

"Now where are—" Roger began to ask again but was cut off by a chorus of "Uncle Roger!" They each gave him a hug and made their rounds to Maureen and Joanne.

"Speaking of godchildren," Mark said. "Where's mine?" Roger turned to see his daughter not standing next to him.

"She must be outside," Roger began.

"Talking on her phone." Mark concluded. He stepped outside and sure enough Annette was standing there, phone pressed to her ear.

"Annette." She looked over at her godfather.

"I'll talk to you later…Bye." Annette hung up her phone and grinned up at her "uncle."

"Hey, Uncle Mark." She said as they hugged. "I was just gonna talk till Mom showed up."

"Why didn't she come with you?" He asked. Then realized, "Oh, you wanted to drive?"

"Uh huh." Annette smiled. Unseen by them, Mimi's car was pulling into the driveway.

"He had you drive while he had that bet on with Maureen?" Mark asked.

"Yep. He ended up telling me to go 35 in here."

"The speed limit is 15!" Mimi said from behind them.

"Oops." Annette said.

"I'll kill him!" Mimi growled. "ROGER!" She stormed into the house. Annette and Mark shared an amused look before following.

"Hi, baby." Roger said to his wife, not realizing she was mad.

"35, Roger!" Roger stared at her confused, but picked up on her anger upon looking at her.

"Huh?" He asked dumbfounded.

"35!" She repeated. "In a 15 zone!"

"Oh." He said guiltily. Everyone was watching amused. "You see, Maureen—"

"Uh-uh." Maureen cut him off. "Don't drag me into it."

"Just wait till we get home." She growled and Roger groaned as his friends all said "oooo" as if they were in Junior High and had just been called into the principle's office. Mimi greeted everyone and followed Dana into the kitchen to leave a cake she brought. Maureen and Joanne went too, leaving Mark, Roger, Collins and the kids still standing in the foyer.

"You weren't supposed to tell her!" Roger groaned at his daughter as they made their way into the living room.

"I didn't! I was telling Uncle Mark! I didn't know she was there." Roger shook his head, taking a seat on the couch. Mark sat next to him, Lacey on his lap, and Collins in front of them in an armchair as the rest of the kids went upstairs. Tommy and Kenny ran off to Tommy's room to play video games and Annette joined Lucas in his room. Being barely a year apart, Annette and Lucas had always been incredibly close. They considered themselves both cousins and best friends.

"How's Morgan?" Annette asked referring to the girl Lucas had had a crush on all year.

"Still oblivious to my existence." He muttered.

"Talk to her!" Annette urged.

"I can't! You know I can't!" He said aggravated.

"Yes, you can!" She said, having the same conversation they often had. He only sighed, making it clear he didn't want to talk about it. He was saved as Mark's voice rang out the work "Dinner!"

"Come on." Lucas said and they descended the stairs.

Like Mark, Dana was Jewish. However, she was slightly more religious, so since they'd been married they had Shabbat dinner every Friday; but that was as far as their observing of the Sabbath went, because they still drove and used electricity and everything. There was a box on the counter near the table, filled with kippot, the little hat Jewish males wore. All the males in the room took a kippah and placed it on their heads before taking their places at the table. They remained standing as Mark held up the wine cup and said Kiddush, the prayer said over the wine. He took a sip and passed it around from oldest to youngest. Males over bar-mitzvah, which is the age of thirteen, first then females (which was often silently protested by the women.) Collins took it first, taking a sip and passing the cup to Roger who followed suit and handed it to Lucas. They all knew the order by heart and next was Joanne. She passed the Kiddush Cup to her wife and after taking a sip, Maureen passed it to Mimi. Mimi did the same and gave the cup to her daughter. After Annette was Tommy, then Kenny and Lacey. The cup was returned to Mark who downed the rest of the wine, putting his hand on his kippah so it wouldn't fall as his head tilted back. Next came the blessing of the bread. The custom in most Jewish families is for one of the kids to say the prayer.

"Whose turn is it?" Mark asked.

"Lacey's." Tommy and Lucas said in unison. Lacey went over to stand by her father, holding two loaves of Challah bread together.

"Baruch atah Adoshem, Elokeinu melech ha-olam ha-motzi lechem min ha'aretz." She said. The table answered "Amen" and Mark cut up the Challah bread and gave a piece to everyone. Dana stood and went to the kitchen. Mimi, Maureen, Annette and Joanne got up to help her. Roger quickly followed his wife, coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist.

"I'm still mad at you." Mimi said simply, moving out of his grip.

"Tough break, Dad." Annette patted his shoulder sympathetically, receiving a glare.

"Make yourself useful." Mimi said. He rushed to obey, taking a tray to the table. With so many people there, food wasn't sparse.

"Who do you guys think you are?" Dana stood in the doorway of the kitchen, hands on her hips. "You're no kings, get up and help." Mark chuckled and stood. He walked into the kitchen giving his wife a kiss as he passed her, Collins on his heels. A few minutes later, everyone was sitting and eating.

"Mimi." Roger said suddenly, looking at his wife sitting in front of him. He was answered with a glare. His face fell as Mimi secretly enjoyed watching him squirm.

About an hour later, the family was clearing the table. They were all full and sat down to talk when all was clean. Roger sat down next to Mimi, who stood and went over to sit with Dana, just to watch Roger pout. She inwardly laughed as Roger gave her a depressed look.

"Hey, Mark, show me that new documentary you've been working on." Roger said suddenly. Never passing a chance to show his work, he stood up and led Roger to the other room.

"Come on, Annette." Roger said. She noticed a hint of secrecy in her father's voice, so she stood and followed. Right as Mark was about to turn into a room, Roger grabbed his shoulders and steered him into the foyer.

"Huh?" Mark asked confused.

"I'll be back." Roger said, opening the door.

"Where are you—" But before Mark could finish his question, Roger and Annette were out the door.

"Where are we going, Dad?" Annette asked getting into the passenger's seat.

"Walgreen's." Roger answered, starting the car.

"Why?"

"Flowers." Roger said simply.

"What?" Annette was getting more perplexed by the moment.

"For your mom. She's still mad at me." Roger explained.

"Oh!" Annette grinned. "That's cute."

Soon after, they arrived at Walgreen's.

"What kind of flowers?" Annette asked, looking at Roger.

"The bouquet with all the different flowers and the purple stuff," Roger answered and Annette laughed at his description. "And sunflowers 'cause they're her favorite." Annette nodded and they made their way to where the flowers were. Roger picked up the two bouquets, paid for them and they left.

When they arrived back at the house, the kids were all watching TV in Lucas's room and the adults were still talking in the living room.

"Hold this." Roger said in the foyer, handing her the sunflowers. "Stay here." He took the other bouquet and marched into the living room. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him.

"Mimi, I'm sorry." He said handing her the flowers. Not even Mimi could suppress her smile. "Forgive me?" Roger said and gave a pout. Mimi nodded and stood up to kiss him, but before their lips touched, Roger put up a finger.

"Wait here." He walked back to Annette and took the sunflowers then returned to the living room, hiding the flowers behind his back.

"And this," He showed the flowers. "Is because I love you." He extended his arm towards her. Mimi's smile couldn't be wider as the group let out a collective "awwww."

"I love you too." Mimi whispered as she kissed him. They continued their kiss and Roger fell back onto the couch, Mimi on his lap. Annette smiled from the doorway, then went upstairs to join her cousins.

It was always at a late hour when the families finally dispersed. The Davis family was the only one left at one o'clock AM. Tommy and Lacey had already gone to sleep and Annette, Lucas, Mark, Dana, Mimi and Roger were all talking together. Finally at about one-thirty, Mimi heaved a great yawn.

"Roger, we'd better go." She said. "I'm all but falling asleep."

"All right, let's go." Mimi stood up and after saying bye to everyone, went to her car.

"Is she gone?" Roger asked a few seconds later. Annette looked out the window and nodded.

"Good. Here." He tossed her the car keys.

"Sweet!" Annette grinned.

"Bye, buddy." Roger said, giving Mark a hug. "Dana." A hug and a kiss. "Lucas." Another hug. Annette repeated the process, giving everyone hugs and the two went out to the car. As Annette drove, she let out a yawn, similar to her mother's.

"You sure you're okay to drive?" Roger asked his daughter.

"Duh!" Was the reply.

"Okay." About a minute later, Roger saw his daughter was indeed wide awake as yelled,

"Annette! 35!"

A/N: Thank you very much for the reviews. I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written in all my years of writing. I'm proud. Please let me know what you thought of it.