Disclaimer: I still own nothing you recognize. I only own Demi and Gordon, the fan-children.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews!

This chapter is short and I got lazy; I didn't proofread, only let Microsoft Word check it and fixed what it found, and didn't add anything, so it's short...again. Go on and read.


"Sonny," Mom said, looking at me sternly. Chad was beside me holding Demi in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mom; I guess I just never got to telling you," I replied. I felt like I was a teenager again being punished for doing something wrong, but my mother just couldn't ground me like she used to then.

"How long have you been together again?"

"A little over three weeks," I swallowed, "And, we're getting married."

"Married?" Mom walked over to Chad and patted him on the back, "It's about time you came back and did this for her."

"Uh," Chad didn't know what to do, I could tell.

"Wait," I interrupted, "You're not mad?"

"Mad?" Mom asked, "Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know; it just seemed like you were mad."

"No, I'm not mad," She hugged the three of us, "I'm glad that you three are finally a family," She let go of us.

"One morning, I went to get Momma up and Momma and Daddy were in bed and they only had the sheet on them!" Demi blurted out randomly.

"Demi," Chad said, "That's not something you tell people."

I was shocked that she would say such a thing in front of my mother. In front of my mother!

"What's wrong with it?" Demi's little lip was pouted in such a pitiful way.

Chad sighed, "It's a grown-up thing that you don't tell people about."

"It's seems like you two were getting busy," Mom spoke up.

"Mom!" I shouted.

"I was only joking, honey."

"It wasn't funny."

"I'm sorry, it was to me."

I sighed, "We'd better get going, Chad."

"All right," He replied, "Bye Ms. Munroe!"

"Bye Chad! Bye Demi! Bye Sonny!"

The three of us left the apartment and went up the hall to the elevator. Demi pressed the button. We waited for the doors to open. They did and we walked in. Demi pressed the letter M button. The elevator started its trek down to the main floor. We got out of the elevator; we walked out of the building.

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