Ok, so, I'm really sorry for not updating, but I'm in college now so, yeah. Plus, I was kind of in a writing funk.

But now, I'm recovering, with plenty of new ideas for VaughnXChelsea one-shots.

I even have a Prideshipping one-shot in the works for all you Yu-Gi-Oh! fans out there.

To be honest, writing Mirabelle, Julia, and Vaughn's accents are a pain. I may just cut it and make you imagine that they have accents.

Thanks to all those who reviewed! Love you all!

Chapter 2

Chelsea sighed as she placed the last of the milk into her shipping container. Although the work on her farm was done, she still had to take care of all the animals at Mirabelle's shop. Stretching her aching limbs, she recalled the event that occurred a few days before.

The sound of the shops bell was heard, but for some reason, it wasn't followed by Mirabelle's warm greeting.

"Mirabelle? Julia?" Chelsea called out when she noticed that neither of the two were in the shop's main room.

Chelsea made her way to the kitchen, her eyes unprepared for the sight before her.

The normally happy, peppy family sat at the table, frowns plastered on their tear stained faces.

"Oh. I'm sorry for coming at a bad time. I'll come back later."

Mirabelle sniffled and gave the young girl a pathetic smile.

"No, dear. It's fine. We...actually have a favor to ask of ya." She spoke softly as she wiped her eyes of any remaining wet residue. "We, uh, just gotta telephone call from my nephew. He was blessed with a baby daughter not too long ago."

Chelsea refrained from giving any congratulations. She knew something bad must have happened for the two women to be in such a sullen mood.

Before Mirabelle continued, the words her nephew spoke to her ran through her mind.

'She's dead. My wife is...dead.'

Julia brought her hands to her face, covering the tears that streamed along her cheeks.

"His wife passed away."

Chelsea gasped, horrified at the words Mirabelle had just said. Although she had never met Mirabelle's nephew, she couldn't help but feel heart broken for him. For she, too, knew what it was like to lose a loved one unexpectedly. Someone who she thought she could never live without.

"I'm so sorry." Was all she could say to them.

Grabbing a tissue and wiping her nose, Mirabelle continued.

"The funeral's gonna be in a few days, and, well, I was wonderin' if ya could take care of the animals while we were gone. It'd only be two days at the most. I'll even pay you fer all the work."

"Oh, Mirabelle. You don't have to pay me. I'd be glad to help."

Chelsea sighed once again as she made her way down the windy path that lead to the town. As she came closer to the Animal shop, she realized that the windows were open, with the curtains drawn back.

'They're home!' She thought. It came as a surprise to her, seeing as how the young rancher wasn't expecting them to be back until later.

Her brisk walk turned into a quick jog, slowly coming to a stop before she opened the door. The bell rang, and as soon as she came into view, Mirabelle's warm voice greeted her.

"Hello, Chelsea, darlin'!"

Chelsea gave her a warm smile as she approached the counter Mirabelle was behind.

"Thank you again fer takin' care of the shop while we were gone. It really means a lot to us." A hint of sadness still lingering in her voice.

"It was no trouble at all. I was glad I could help." Chelsea said to her with a soft smile.

Silence made its presence known before Chelsea spoke again.

"How is your nephew doing?" She knew she would never meet this man in her life, but she still couldn't help but feel pity for him.

"He's...handling it like he handles everythin'." Mirabelle replied, shaking her head as the words flowed from her lips.

Looking towards the floor, Chelsea wasn't sure what she had meant by it, but she knew not to press on the subject.

"You'll be meetin' him soon."

Chelsea's head shot back up, her gaze meeting Mirabelle's.

"I convinced 'im to move in with me, so he won't hafta do this himself."

Her face was very serious, her eyes distant, as if she were speaking to herself. Before Chelsea could say anything, Mirabelle's eyes returned to normal.

"Could I ask you to do me one more favor? I had Gannon craft a crib, but he can't bring it over right now. Could you possibly get it and bring it here? It has wheels, so all ya gotta do is push it."

Chelsea gave a huge smile and nodded her head. "Sure! It's no problem!"

About ten minutes later, came walking up the pathway, pushing a beautifully crafted crib in front of her. As she came to Mirabelle's shop, she quickly propped the door open, and proceeded to push the crib inside.

"Mirabelle. I'm back with it." She called, noticing that the shop owner's presence was missing from her usual spot.

Chelsea poked her head into the kitchen to see if the woman had been in there. Instead, her eyes landed on a small bundle nestled softly in a baby carrier on top of the kitchen table, completely forgetting about Mirabelle.

"Oh my goodness, look at you." Chelsea softly cooed to the tiny child. Her tiny amethyst eyes were partially open, giving her a sleepy look.

The baby let out a small yawn, causing Chelsea to fall more in love and mesmerized with her. So mesmerized, that she did not notice the presence of a person behind her.

Vaughn leaned against the dresser in his new room, unsure of what he should be doing. Moving into his aunt's was fairly easy, considering he had very few personal items. He convinced his aunt to let him keep the apartment, seeing as how he would need a place to stay during the days he traveled to the city for his job. His boss wasn't too happy about losing his best worker for a majority of the week; however he knew that it was better than not having him at all.

So here he was, single father, working two jobs, and living with his aunt and cousin once again. He didn't want these arrangements to be permanent, with only two other possible options. The first would be to hire a babysitter, but that would include not only leaving his child in the hands of a stranger, but also spending money. The second would be to find another wife. And that was something he promised never to do.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, and two voices talking in the shop. One he identified as his aunt, the other belonging to an unknown resident. As quickly as the conversation had started, it had ended, with the door moving yet again. Footsteps were heard, increasing in sound as they approached his door, followed by a light knock. Vaughn walked over and opened it, his aunt standing before him.

"I sent the local rancher to the carpenter's to pick up the crib. She should be back in a couple minutes. If ya need anythin', I'll be in the back helping Julia with the animals." She said to him with a warm smile.

Vaughn nodded and closed the door after his aunt walked away. He returned to his spot against the dresser, his mind falling victim to his endless thoughts.

After a couple minutes, his mind was interrupted by small noises being made from the baby on the bed. He walked over and sat down beside her, noticing that she had woken from her sleep. Looking over at the clock, he decided that it was probably time to feed her.

Vaughn grabbed the baby carrier next to the bed and placed her inside. He walked her into the kitchen and placed her on the table, before returning to his room to retrieve the formula and bottle.

Upon entering the room, he heard the door open, followed by the same voice from earlier, calling for his aunt. After looking through the bag of baby supplies, he found a bottle and a can of formula and proceeded to go back to the kitchen.

As he approached, he noticed a young woman with chestnut hair and a red bandana on top of her head making a fuss over his daughter.

"Who're you?" He asked rather bluntly, causing the girl to flinch from being startled.

Nothing could have prepared Vaughn for what happened next.

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