I know it's been forever since I updated! I'm sorry! Hopefully these next couple of chapters will make up for my absence!

APOV

As we came home, Chris was already in the kitchen fixing up dinner.

"That smells great, dear." My mom smiled as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you." He returned. "Frederick and Krysta are on their way; they called shortly before you two got home."

"Then it looks like we'll be moving into the dining room." She said. I decided to go ahead and start getting out the place settings from the cabinet.

As soon as I was done setting the place settings, the doorbell rang. I answered it, only to see Frederick and Krysta on the other side.

"Why do you ring?" I asked in annoyance. "Can't you just come in like a normal person?"

"Analeigh, be nice." My mother scolded before greeting Frederick and Krysta.

"All I'm saying is that it's just them," I explained. "We knew they were coming, they aren't that big of a deal anymore. I mean, they live less than an hour away."

"Good to see you, too, sis." Frederick joked.

"Can I help you set the table?" Krysta asked.

"No, you just missed it." I answered, walking back into the kitchen.

"Is something bothering you?" Chris asked gently, tending to the pots and pans on the stovetop.

"No, why?"

"You just seem like you're in a mood." He admitted. "Are you sure that nothing's bothering you?"

"I just don't get why Mom makes such a big deal every time they come over." I huffed. "They do it basically every week. And then Frasier's coming over tonight, too. And he hasn't seen Frederick in God knows how long so you can imagine what that will be like."

"Does Analeigh just want some attention?" He joked in a baby talk voice.

"It wouldn't hurt." I said, crossing my arms.

"You know, when I first met you, you never wanted the focus on you and now you can't stand it off ofyou." He laughed.

"I don't demand it all the time, but every now and then would be nice." I chuckled with him. "Am I turning into a diva?"

"A little." He smiled. "Speaking of which, how goes the musical?"

"Wonderful." I smiled. "We start dress rehearsal next week."

"Are you excited?"

"Of course!" I gushed. "I can't wait!"

"Hey, taste this." He said, holding a spoonful of sauce. "I think it needs something."

I tasted it and pondered the taste for a moment. "Garlic salt."

"Of course." He nodded. The doorbell rang again, but this time there was reason for excitement.

I ran past everyone in the living room, making sure that I go to answer it. I opened the door and saw Fraiser on the other side.

"Hi." I smiled as I gave him a hug. "Come in."

"Thank you." He returned with a smile. "Something smells wonderful."

"Chris is making seafood alfredo." I explained. "Did you have nice ride? How's your hotel?"

"Attention whore." Frederick said, trying to muffle it with a fake cough.

"Mom, Frederick just called me a whore!" I called.

"Oh, come on." He groaned. "You were pretty much disappointed when Krysta and I go there but now you're right up Dad's butt."

"That's because I don't ever see him." I argued in a mocking voice. "Oh yeah, because he didn't know I existed."

"Hello, Frasier." Mom walked in, gently pushing Frederick and me in opposite directions.

"Wow, so that's what it's like with those two together." He laughed.

"Sometimes, yes." She nodded with a smile. "Chris, Frasier is here!"

Chris walked out quickly, wiping his hands off on a towel which he threw over his shoulder.

"Nice to see you again, Frasier." Chris smiled. "You got here just in time because dinner is served."

"Finally." I said.

I walked off to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water as Chris put the pasta and salad into serving dishes to be put on the table. We all sat down at the table and began serving food after saying grace. I could finally feel myself relaxing and my mood returning to a more content state. Frasier asked me more about the musical and my classes. But, of course, we somehow ended up back on the topic of Frederick and Krysta's wedding.

I wanted to slam my head into the table. Sure, it was fun sometimes, but dear God. Every time they're around we end up talking about the wedding. Like, big whoop you're getting married. People do it all the time. But I couldn't say this of course, because that would make me an attention whore.