Kaslyna: Yeah, I got divorced in June. :) Lisa: Thanks, I'm glad you like the re-write. Abbie being a cheater is like the only thing that hasn't changed. Dee Hensley: There will be no Abbie slapping. haha. dove in love: *kisses and hugs* omg I missed you so much! I'm glad you're back. I hope school isn't too stressful for much longer.

Hannah's POV

My first day of junior high was worse than I had expected. I was late to all of my classes because I was lost and everyone I asked gave me the wrong directions, everyone except for my new friend Julie Lacroix. She's a 7th grader just like me and she's new to the area. She just moved here from Colorado and she says that she hates it here. I hate it here, too, but there's no way I can leave.

The people at my new school are even meaner than they were at my elementary school. I got made fun of by three 8th grade girls today and Julie threatened to beat them up, the only problem is she's little for her age and they'd probably beat her up instead of it being the other way around. When I first met Julie, she was shoving papers into her locker, not placing them in there, shoving them. Our lockers are right next to each other and when I couldn't open my lock, she was nice enough to show me how. Julie isn't like the other girls at our school. She loves sports and hates make-up. I'm her only friend at this school and she's my only friend too. I had friends in elementary school, but none of them talk to me anymore. I thought we were going to be friends forever but they ditched me for boys and more popular girls. Hannah Stabler, you are officially at the bottom of the junior high food chain.

"Do you want a boyfriend?" I ask as we're on our way to her apartment after school.

"I don't know," Julie tells me. "Boys don't look at girls who are tomboys. Do you want one?"

"Yeah, but boys don't look at girls who have braces either," I say to her. "I really like Tony. He's in my science class. I saw him for the first time today and I'm already in love. It's not like I can even have a boyfriend, though. My dad would kill him and my mom would probably do a background check."

"What do your parents do?" she asks.

"They're both detectives," I tell her. "They work for the special victims unit."

"So they get to have guns and arrest people? That's so cool!"

"I guess," I tell her. "I mean, it's cool for my dad,.but I don't like my mom being a detective. I wish she were like a normal mom who baked cookies and wore pretty sweaters."

"Your mom is a detective," Julie pointed out. "She knows how to use a gun and she's strong enough to take down criminals. That's the coolest thing ever. I wish my moms were like that."

"You have two moms?" I ask.

"Yeah," she tells me. "My mom Charlene used to be an NFL cheerleader and she's still really pretty. I hate that about her. My other mom Chrissy works on Wall Street. She's an executive and she's really smart. I hate that about her. I'm not asking to be pretty and smart, but I'd at least like to be one of those."

"You're both of those things," I tell her, but she's no longer listening. She is fixated on a blonde woman near the elevator of her building. She is dressed very chic and her hands are full of Chanel, Dior, and Gucci shopping bags.

"Juliet!" the woman calls out to Julie.

"Who is that woman?" I ask.

"That's my mom, Charlene," Julie says and leads me over to her. That woman is a mom? She looks more like an actress or a model. "Hi, Mom. This is my new best friend Hannah."

"Pleased to meet you, Hannah," Mrs. Lacroix tells me. "You look so familiar. Are you related to an Olivia Benson?"

"That's my mommy," I say to her. "How do you know my mom?"

"I've known your mom since before you were even born," she responds. "She's friends with my daughter Casey and my daughter-in-law Alex."

"You're Casey's little sister?" I ask Julie and she nods. This is brilliant. My mom is always worried when I go to other people's houses, but there's no way she'd say no to me visiting Julie now that I know she's Casey's sister and my mom knows her parents.

When we get in the elevator, Mrs. Lacroix pushes the 'PH' button. "What's that mean?" I ask.

"Penthouse, sweetheart," she says and starts smiling at me. "One of the perks of having a Wall Street executive for a wife."

When we enter their penthouse, I try to take in the scenery as best as I possibly can. Everything looks so modern and...expensive. I know Julie isn't a show off, but I'm starting to feel embarrassed about where I live. My mom and I aren't struggling, but we are far from rich. There's no way we could afford any of the things that Julie's moms can. Even though Julie is my best friend, I'm starting to feel jealous of her. She has parents who are together, a penthouse, and a glamorous mom who shops at Chanel. None of this is fair.

Kylie's POV

"Shit, your mom is home," I tell Charla as I grab my shirt from the floor and start to fumble with the buttons.

"Kylie, it's okay," Charla tells me. She's extremely calm and lying on her bed in nothing but her bra and short pleated skirt. "Come back to me. I can hear her in the living room talking to Julie. You know she's going to be questioning her about her first day of junior high. We have plenty of time left."

"It's too risky," I tell her, but she starts unhooking her bra. Once it's off, she tosses it my way. It's official. I cannot resist her and I suddenly don't care who is home. This is the first time I've ever been given the chance to make out with a topless girl and I'm not going to pass that up.

"I just made it even more risky," Charla says and starts to shimmy out of her skirt. Now that her skirt is off, she is wearing nothing but black lacy panties. She's only 15 and she's already a seductress. I can just imagine what she's going to be like when she's older. I decide to throw caution to the wind and remove my shirt and my skirt. Charla motions for me to join her on the bed and I waste no time getting back to our former position.

"You're so hot," she says to me in between kisses.

"You're even hotter," I tell her. "I want to be with you. I don't see how it would be wrong."

"It's not wrong," Charla says to me. "We have feelings for each other and we shouldn't have to deny that. We're not really related, Kylie. We're just related in that bullshit way our parents say we are. You're my half-sister's wife's daughter. There's no blood relation. Casey isn't your biological mom, which means my mom isn't your biological grandma and I'm not your aunt."

"Still," I tell her. "They'd think it's incest."

"We'll just tell them when the time is right," she says to me. "I'm not giving you up."

"I'm not giving you up either. I'm making you my girlfriend someday."

"Probably after you start having sex with me," Charla teases and I can't help but blush. I've never had sex before and neither has Charla. As cheesy as it sounds, we've been saving ourselves for each other and I know the time is going to come very soon.

Alex's POV

It's a little after ten by the time I walk in the front door. The dishes have been done, all the lights except for the living room light have been turned off, and there's not so much as a peep to be heard. This can only mean one thing: all three of my girls are already sleep. I had wanted to have dinner with my girls tonight, but I ended up staying at my office and giving them the dreaded 'Mommy, won't be home for dinner tonight' phone call. Emma was upset, but Kylie didn't care either way. She and I have been drifting further and further apart and I would like to think it's because she's a teenager, but that doesn't make sense because Kylie is extremely close to Casey. There are so many secrets that I've been keeping from my daughter and that must be a factor in all of this.

I prepare to go up to my room and find my wife sound asleep, but instead she has a surprise for me. I open the door to find her sitting up in our bed in a lacy red negligee that I've never seen before. She makes her way over to me and I know her intentions were to be seductive, but all of that changes the moment she unbuttons my blazer and slips her arms around my waist. I hold her as close as I can and the two of us share the type of intimacy that we haven't shared in awhile. Casey and I make love every night, but it's rare that we just hold each other. I can smell her perfume and feel a combination of the lace from her negligee and the softness of her skin.

"I love you so much," I tell her.

"I love you, too," she says and then starts to kiss me. "Alex?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Thank you for being you," Casey tells me.

"I should be thanking you," I say to her. "You're raising our girls and yet you still have energy to put up with me when I get home. And you never complain when I have to put in long hours. You're always so understanding."

"I know what your job is like," Casey reminded her. "That was my job the whole time you were–"

"Let's not talk about it," I tell her. "I have a better idea."

"What?" Casey asks. I grab her by the hand and lead her to our bed.

"How about if we just hold each other for the rest of the night?" I ask.

Casey and I spend the next couple of hours holding on to each other and talking about our day. Next week will make 18 years since I met her and 'm still falling in love with Casey a little more each day.