I was in the pool today, because of the ridiculous heat, playing frisbee with my brothers. So, I hoiked the frisbee and the eleven year old saw it coming straight for his nose (actually an accident). The worst (really depends who's point of view you were looking from) part was, it was on its side, skimming across the water. "MUM! RHYLEIGH'S TRYING TO SLICE MY FACE IN HALF!"

I nearly died.

Oh, and frozen brownies? Heaven. Mum made approximately thirty seven thousand brownies, and ninety nine percent of them are frozen. They are even better frozen then they are not. If that made sense. Read and review!

Rhyleigh xoxox

It was times like that that Sammy was eternally grateful that their daughter was so obedient. She was not sure how Bailey didn't venture downstairs during the yelling match she and Charlie got into. She didn't even question when she heard her father's door slam. With any other child, this would have posed a curiosity, but she was a Rafter. Nothing fussed her.

"I've got to go", Sammy whispered, sliding out from under Nathan's blanket. she felt like a schoolgirl sneaking in after curfew, knowing that she had done something really bad and it would probably come back to bite her.

"No", Nathan almost moaned, reaching for her hand.

Sammy slid her jeans up her long legs, a small smile on her face. "I love you".

"I love you. So much". Nathan pulled her closer for one last kiss, as Sammy buttoned up her shirt once more.

She didn't want to leave, but she had visions of Charlie coming home- or worse, Ben and his other housemates. Charlie, she could deal with, but Ben? There was no chance.

Padding down the hallway, she couldn't help but laugh when she found Bailey asleep in a pile of pencils- almost certainly payback for trying to wake up her father earlier that afternoon. Pausing to drop a kiss to her daughter's cheek, brushing her long curls off her face, she scooped her into her arms, grabbing the small pink backpack Bailey used to cart her things between both houses.

Nathan sighed, the house empty once more. He couldn't blame the little girl for wanting to go home- he hadn't wanted to be there either. But a small smile came onto his lips, remembering the afternoon, Sammy beside him, nothing but a blanket covering her. How their daughter had managed to stay in her room, he had no idea, but she had.

The sound of the front door opening snapped him back to reality, and he was brought back to the woman who actually spent the nights in the bed beside him.

"Charlie", he called, sliding his jeans on and heading down the stairs to speak to the woman he was going to call his wife.

"Darling, I have great news!" she pulled him into a kiss and Nathan frowned, pulling away. "I've made a decision about the wedding!"

"Great, so did I".

"Wonderful! Just let me tell mine first", she barged ahead, pulling different ornaments out of the assortment of shopping bags in her arms. "Now, I've been at my mother's-"

"Yeah, about that-"

"Anyway, we were talking about the church-"

"Charlie, seriously, we need to talk about the wedding-"

"But I am! Anyway, she said-"

"Charlie-"

"The wedding's been moved to Saturday night".

"I slept with Sammy", Nathan blurted out.

At first he wasn't sure if she heard him right. Because she kept talking about the wedding.

"So, Saturday night, then", she said flatly.

"Charlie, did you hear me?"

"So we have to move the rehearsal to tomorrow-"

"Charlie, just shut up!" he yelled. "Have you heard a word I said?" he snatched up the bride and groom cake toppers, fighting the urge to toss them across the room.

"Yes", she said calmly, "And its fine".

Nathan felt like he was going to faint- and all of a sudden, he knew how Sammy felt, just short of seven years ago. "It's fine? Its fine?" his voice came out in soft rasps, sounding foreign to even himself.

"Its cold feet, Nathan, it happens to everyone". Grabbing her keys, she headed towards the front door, leaving Nathan completely, utterly bewildered.

"Charlie-"

"I'm going to inform everyone of the change of plans", she said prissily.

"Charlie-"

"Just think, two more nights and then we'll be a family. All three of us".

Nathan found himself running towards the bathroom, feeling bile rise in his throat.

I really love this story. I do.