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Tori Vega was not, nor had she ever been, a morning person. She had always been one to take any opportunity she had to sleep and to deeply cherish it, as if it were the last time she'd ever get to shut her eyes. She especially enjoyed indulging in her love of sleep on weekends when there was virtually nothing to come between her and her sleep- nothing except her husband. Her husband who loved to greet the sun good morning and hardly ever exercised his influence on her mannerisms- except today. Tori stirred in her sleep after receiving the softest of kisses on her lips.

"Good morning, beautiful," a familiar voice said, placing another careful kiss on her forehead. Tori smiled, eyes still screwed shut, and adjusted to fit better into the mold that was her husband. "Time to get up."

Tori frowned and groaned. "What time is it?"

"Nine-thirty."

"Be-ck," Tori whined. "Nine-thirty?! You know I never wake up before 12 on weekends," she paused, "and if there's an emergency, eleven-forty-five. Maybe."

"I just thought we'd try to start our day early for once," Beck said softly in an attempt to bargain. "Wake up Natalie, make some breakfast, take her to the beach. It's a nice day, you'd know that if you woke up at a normal time like everyone else!" He laughed and rolled over, pulling the comforter from Tori's tight grasp.

The light coming from the blinds made Tori's eyes squint as she looked up at Beck angrily. "Be-ck!" she whined again. "Give me my blanket, I'm not even wearing pants! I could get sick!"

"Vic, this is LA, not Minnesota. It's eighty degrees out." He smiled at the sight of her. Wavy hair loosely falling around her face and spilling onto the white sheets beneath them. Her face free of make-up, but glowing as if otherwise. Doe-like eyes silently pleading with his own. One of his old, gray t-shirts hanging on her and concealing the body of a goddess. The mole on her hip that only he had ever seen. Her arms wrapped around herself, feigning shivers. This was how he remembered her; he knew her best at her simplest, rawest, and most natural form.

"But baby," Tori said. She inched closer to her husband and hugged his waist. Beck was a sucker for Tori's affectionate side. "Saturday mornings are the only time we really have to ourselves, you know? Nat sleeps in, neither of us have work... I really just want to make the most out of this time with you. Cuddle and watch '90s TV shows like we used to."

Beck felt his determination shatter as she closed the space between them, his whole defense melting at her touch and evaporating at her words. He could never find it in him to deny this girl and he hated that she knew.

"Okay, Vic, you win," Beck said. He rolled onto his back and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"I always do," Tori said. She looked up at him, a wide grin spread across her face like butter on a pancake. She threw an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Becky."

"Ugh, you haven't called me that since high school! How'd you like if I called you Vicky?" Rolling his eyes and smiling, Beck returned the sentiment. "I love you too, baby. Now, Full House or Saved By The Bell?"

I blinked awake, eyes trained on the ceiling fan overhead. My eyes moved from the fan to the clock on the beside table. 1:30 P.M. I looked beside me and saw Ryder laying on his side, facing away from me. The sound of his snoring filled the room and echoed into the hallways outside our door. I reached out and shook him gently.

"Ryder?" I whispered. He grunted in reply. I scooted closer to him, draping my arms over his side and resting my head atop them. "What if that ceiling fan was on and spun out of control or something and fell on us?"

Ryder sighed. "Tori, I work a nine-to-six-six at the earliest- five days a week. I'm tired. Could you not wake me up so early just to ask silly questions?" he muttered sleepily before taking the pillow under him and placing it over his head.

Taken aback, I withdrew myself from his form. I was so shocked that I didn't have it in me to even generate something sassy to say. I couldn't even give him my signature Tori Vega scoff. I gathered myself quickly and swung my legs over the bed, promptly proceeding to the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and flicked on the light. I examined myself in the light bulb-surrounded mirror, feeling awfully bad about what I saw. Ryder was hardly one for spontaneous compliments, unless he was complimenting himself. But at least he didn't wake me up before twelve. I hardly felt special anymore. My wavy locks were usually held tight in a bun or ponytail, my make-up went from minimal to nonexistent, my short shorts were tossed and replaced with mom jeans, and my accessories were abandoned in the depths of my closet. I had fully made the transition from aspiring musician to soccer mom.

I entered the shower and let my mind wander. I thought about the rest of the gang. Andre had released a critically-acclaimed R&B album a couple years back and spent the rest of his time working as a well sought-out producer and songwriter. Cat had cultivated her passion for costume into a career, managing and owning her very own company. Jade was working behind the scenes and had won several awards for her brilliant horror screenplays, though I could never bring myself to actually watch one. Robbie was working as a writer for an NBC comedy. Ironically, Trina worked on a game show in a position that did not require her to sing, act, or even speak. Even Sinjin was using his technology and prop design skills working with big time production companies. Beck... Beck had gone above and beyond everyone's expectations that were high enough as it stood. All at only 25.

And me? Andre's connections had gotten me a solid spot working as a songwriter for Columbia. But nowadays, producers were looking for hit dance singles and not the upbeat pop ballads I specialized in. Suffice it to say, I hadn't written a song that really stuck for some while. There was always a huge part of me that wished I was on the other end, performing the songs instead of writing them. Nevertheless, I had everything I needed and more. It felt wrong to ask for more and be anything less than content.

Besides that, Ryder's prosperous career as an agent was a huge contribution. For the most part, I taught for a living. Teaching was something I was always interested in. Upon attending Hollywood Arts and seeing the impact the teachers there had on me, I knew it was something I definitely wanted to explore in the future. So I did. Two years ago, shortly before making the decision to file for divorce, I took an offer from Lane to work as a vocal teacher. A year after, Ryder reentered my life, and the rest is history.

I exited the shower, dried off, and got ready for my day. I scanned my closet, deciding I'd actually put a little effort into my appearance today so as to not feel so bad about myself. I didn't know why I was bothering; I had nothing planned for today, but I wanted to get as far away from Ryder as possible before I ripped his head off with my teeth for being so rude to me. I scanned through my options. Andre was on personal lock down at his home studio trying to finish an album, Robbie was in New York, Jade wasn't fond of spontaneous plans, Cat's company was working in Toronto, and why would anyone in their right mind voluntarily spend time with my sister?

I thought about Natalie and prayed to God that was Beck was taking good care of her. I was so protective of my little girl, I hardly trusted him with her when we were still married. I wondered if it would be so bad to drop in on them. I mean, I hadn't seen his new place yet. What if it was in the middle of some dump, between a crack house and a strip club? Considering the money Beck was making, this was an outrageous idea. But it was my duty as Natalie's mother to make sure she's being raised in the right environment. And if it wasn't, I'd still like a grand tour of the place myself and I'm sure they wouldn't mind me tagging along in their plans.

I chewed my lip, thinking it over. I picked up my phone and sighed as I scrolled down my contact list.

Hey Beck. Would you mind if I joined you and Natalie today?

- Tori.