Disclaimer! I own Seth and Morgan. I updated withing the same day! Haha, hope you all like it!

The Ferris wheel – I hated that stupid wheel as a kid because of the insane height. I have never gone on it EVER! And, I didn't plan on it, until Zach had me in the line for said Ferris wheel. I would've been fine with a kiddy one, but no! He had to pick the biggest ride of them all. I would have gone in the Fun House, the Hall of Horrors, or even seen the woman with two heads over this.

Now don't hate on me because I don't like heights. I have never been able to deal with them, and I don't want any mean thoughts clouding up your head because of a childish fear. DEAL WITH IT!

Zach already had us a seat before I realized what a mistake I had made. The car jolted backwards to board another passenger. My muscles tensed and I had to resist the urge to hold his hand. My face must have been pretty pale because his eyes widened as he realized my phobia. "Cam, are you afraid of heights?" His voice smooth and calming, and that in itself settled me a little bit. My head nodded, and I had forgotten about the Coke sitting in my lap. I quickly took a long sip and tried to wet my horribly dry throat.

My hands started uncontrollably shaking, and I closed my eyes, wondering when the ride would be over. I felt something warm take my trembling fingers and started rubbing circles on my palm. I tried to calm my crazy emotions, and somehow I had managed to be up under his left arm. I almost started hyperventilating, and out of nowhere a yawn emanated from my mouth and instinctively I laid my head down on the nearest surface –possible – that surface was Zachary Goode. I flicked my head up and he repeated the same velvety words from earlier, "I don't bite."

I wanted to ask him to come over tomorrow and help me with my little sister tomorrow, the thought itself wouldn't go away and I was nagged about it all night.

While we were munching on kettle corn, while I was riding in Zach's car, and even while I was at the front door.

It came as a blurb out of my mouth. "Hey, do you want to come help me with Morgan tomorrow? She's a sweet heart; I promise she'll love you. My mom is working tomorrow from eight to six and needs some help." His eyes flickered with emotion, and I new he was more than willing to help me out with my little "bundle of joy". {Note the sarcasm.}

He nodded his head and walked out to his car, and drove to the house next door. He waved me a quick good-bye, and entered his home. I closed the door as silently as possibly, and glanced at the clock. Eleven forty-three, mom would be proud. My room called my name over and over again and I didn't hear my name again until the next morning at seven forty-eight.

My mom repeatedly yelled my name loud and clear from my doorway. I rolled over and she was holding little Morgan. My mother walked up to my bed and Morgan's baby blue eyes were staring at me as she was squeezing her palms together and leaned her fragile frame towards me. The next thing I knew the young child was sitting on my stomach as her bleach blonde head of curls swished back and forth. I rolled out of bed and pulled on some sweats and a Cougar High Cheer Squad t-shirt. Morgan started wobbling out of my room and I was behind her, watching her try to improve her imperfect movements. She made her way to the couch and plopped her bottom right in the middle and I clicked on the remote to her favorite children's show.

I decided to make up some eggs and bacon, along with a bagel for my breakfast. Just after I poured the eggs into the pan and started to chop them up and move them around I heard a knock on the door. Morgan's head snapped up and I trudged over to the big oak block of wood in my way. I opened it and Zach was standing there waiting for me to ask him on in. I waved him in with my hands as I went back to work with the eggs.

I turned on a separate skillet for the bacon and took the eggs out. I turned my attention to the eighteen month girl and the seventeen year-old boy currently in my living room. I walked over to Morgan and picked her up. Her eyes were full of curiosity as she gave Zach a once over. She leaned closer to him, forcing me to move closer seeing as the alternative was dropping her. Her somewhat tan finger poked him on his right cheek, a symbol of her approval. Her serious face cracked into a smile as she leaned closer to him. Following the close proximity was the squeezing of her hands. She wanted Zach to hold her, and I was grateful she had taken to him within five minutes of their meeting. His strong arm reached out to grab her as she grasped his shoulder and pointed to the counter which we had turned into a bar for us to eat at when there is a surplus of family over.

He pulled out one of the wooden stools as he watched me make my breakfast in silence. I couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't want my insecurities to show so I directed a question towards Morgan. "Morgan, what do you want to eat?" Her speech was slightly impaired, but I had learned most of her alien language. "Atmel." All I needed to know-she wanted oatmeal. I reached into the cabinets and found the oatmeal and placed it into a bowl with the correct amount of water into the microwave. Placing on four strips of turkey bacon on the skillet waiting for the pops and sizzles I heard the microwave beep signaling her oatmeal was ready.

"Zach, would you mind feeding her?" I asked as I handed him the lukewarm oatmeal and a spoon. It wasn't so much of a question as an order. I saw him start spooning the food into my little sister's mouth and she willingly took the food in. I turned the now crispy bacon over as I got out a paper plate and a few napkins.

I munched on my eggs and Morgan had quickly devoured the food. I was crunching the second piece of bacon when I handed the plate over to Zach and he gave me a questioning glance.

"It's all yours, eat it." All it took to make him dig into the two strips of meat. I was finished washing dished by nine fifteen and Zach stood up to go into the living room. Morgan started reaching towards me and had her arms wrapped around my neck in record time. She pointed at him and asked, "Who?"

I let out a small laugh and replied, "Zach, this is Zach." She shook her head defiantly and said, "Dad." Both our faces went pale as she took her finger and pointed it at him, but then she moved it to my nose and said, "Mom."

I had to admit that I did spend a lot more time with Morgan than our own mother, and it was quite valid that she would think of my as her mom, and she did have a point about Zach. He was the only male that had ever held her and on top of all else he fed her breakfast. She didn't even know her own father; he had died the week after she was born in a car crash.

Zach looked taken back but he quickly recovered and plopped down on the couch with the remote and had changed the channel without hesitation. Morgan kicked until I set her down on the floor and she walked over to the couch and sat in Zach's lap. He had gotten used to her affectionate ways and didn't mind putting an arm around her back. He was watching football as I made my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and spruce up my face a little. I heard a small laugh from the living room, and considered the possible comical moment I was probably missing. My mint breath and dark eyelashes decided that it was time for her first nap. She had been awake since seven and normally she was back asleep by nine forty-five and back awake by eleven.

I walked into the living room with a sleeping child drooling on a sleeping boys t-shirt.

I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LOVE IT! Haha, can't wait for you to see another side of Zachary Goode!