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The 21th of December, 9:05 pm. Haley's POV.

I'm sitting on the toilet, my head in my hands. I'm trying to calm down, trying to get the tears to stop. I still wasn't sure what had come over me. The tears and running into the bathroom like a child, I was going to blame the pregnancy. What my bitch of a Mother said, well, I could of handled it better. But still, imagine all the awful things you tell yourself, were just in your head, end up being true.

I need my family right now, I was pregnant and scared. I just wanted my parents to pull me into a hug and tell me everything was going to be okay. I don't care if its childish, that's what I wanted. But I just got my Mom yelling, drunk and yelling. I wipe at the tears, hating myself for running in here crying. Real mother stuff here, acting like a five year old. Oh god, I did it in front of everyone, in front of Clay.

But my Mother was right, I couldn't do this. I couldn't be a mother, how could I?

"Haley?" I hear Clay on the other side of the door, his voice is soft. I look over at the door, but I don't say anything. "Haley, can I come in?" he asks, his voice is full of concern.

I look down at my hands, then up at the mirror over the sink. "I just want to be alone" I say, my voice making it clear how upset I am.

"Please Comet" he whispers, a smile tugs at my lips.

Comet was his pet name for me, I know, not very clever or original. But still, I love it. He only uses it when we're alone, usually when we're having sex. If I'm being honest, it never fails to bring a smile to my face. I was his comet, brightening up his life, he had blushed when he told me that. It may sound lame, but it was so sweet. I love thinking about that night, it was the night we talked about 'us'. Before that night we were just hanging out and having sex, no strings attached, no labels.

We were sitting on his back porch, the power was out. It had been out for a few hours. We were watching the stars, his arms wrapped around me. The thought that my roommate Amber put in my head, kept nagging at me. She said it as just a joke, but it just kept nagging at me. She said it on my way out. I said I was going to Clay's, she smirked at me and said 'Say hello to your boyfriend for me'. This lame joke nearly stopped me in my tracks.

What were we? It hadn't even crossed my mind. One day he was just my neighbor and the next me and him were sleeping together and spending all this time together. I just liked being around him and well... he wasn't bad in bed. He was this sweet guy, who didn't say much and I was just comfortable around him. I didn't feel like I had to be someone I wasn't around him, that I could just be me.

He didn't care if I was wearing makeup and a nice dress or no makeup, sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He let me talk and he listened, he actually listened and cared about what I had to say. Weirdly enough, the thing I liked about him the most was the quiet. Me and him being able to be in the same room, but comfortable enough that we didn't need to fill the quiet with meaningless talk. Me getting to just watch him cook, me just sitting on the counter and watching him go about the kitchen like I wasn't even there. Every once in awhile, he would just walk over and kiss me. Just kiss me, not say a word, not some breath taking passionate kiss. Just a kiss, a simple kiss.

That's how I knew I wanted something more with him. So, I was sitting there in the dark with him, thinking about this over and over. What were we? Would he want more? Would I ruin everything if I tried pushing for something more? Than I just asked him and he was looking down at me, I wanted to run. Then he just smiled that smile of his and said. 'You're my Comet, brightening up my life'. He then looked away from me and said, 'That sounded better in my head'. I told him it was sweet.

That led to us making out, and then that led to us having sex in his living room. Huh... its actually amazing I didn't get pregnant sooner, now that I'm thinking about it.

I push the memories aside and focus on being in the bathroom, looking at the door. I had to fight back the voices telling me that he was laughing at me for running. He wasn't, that's not the kind of guy Clay is. I stare at the door for a few long seconds, my head telling me, I should of ran out the front door and not in here, as I fight over letting him in or not.

"I'll just sit here then" he says, then I can hear him sit.

I bite my lip and stand, I slowly turn the handle and peek out into the hall. Its empty besides Clay, who's sitting with his back to me. He turns his head and looks up at me, he smiles slightly at me.

"You gonna let me in?" he asks, standing up.

I look up at him, tears still going down my face. I hate myself for crying in front of him, he must think I'm pathetic. He reaches up and wipes tears away. I feel like my heart is breaking, out of everything in my life, he's the only thing I can count on. He's always sweet and kind, even if he never told me he loved me. I pull the door open fully and bury my face in his chest, as more tears fall. He puts his arms around me and runs a hand up and down my back.

"Its okay, you're okay" He says, softly. "Everything is going to be okay" he says, then kisses the top of my head.

The 21th of December, 09:26 pm. Alex's POV.

"I'm gonna kill that little punk" My Grandpa mutters, walking over to the mini bar.

Gloria pretty much dragged my Grandpa out of uncle Cam's and uncle Mitchell's. As soon as my parents left, he wanted to have a word with Clayton. Everyone knew what my Grandpa wanted to say, which I'm happy Cam and Gloria talked him out of it. I'm surprised Mitchell didn't join in to stop him. I'm disappointed in him for not helping. instead he just sat there, sipping his wine. He was the reasonable one, he was the one I related to the most. But he just sat there.

My Grandpa, seeming to have made his drink, goes out back.

"Jay, Jay!" Gloria calls after him. She sighs, adjusting Isabella. She looks over at us and smiles weakly at us."Alright, Luke you're sharing with Manny again" Gloria says, looking over at Luke and Manny. She then looks at me and I know what she's going to ask. "Alex will you put Bella down for me, while I talk to your grandfather" she says, putting a slight bite to 'grandfather'.

"Sure" I say, walking over and taking Isabella from her. "Hey sweetheart" I say, giving her a smile.

The one and half year old looks confused, not understanding why her father was upset or why her sister had been yelling at her niece. It was still weird to think about my aunt being fifteen years younger then me, then again, I have a uncle who is two years younger then me. I give her a kiss on the cheek, hoping to let her know everything is fine. I look back at Gloria.

"Thank you" she says, stomping over to the back door.

I watch her go, then I turn back to Manny and Luke.

"I can't believe Haley is pregnant" Manny says, walking over to the staircase.

"I know, who do you think the father is?" Luke asks, following behind Manny.

Manny and I look at him, he can't be serious.

"You're kidding right?" Manny asks, voicing my question. Luke shakes his head. "Clayton, the big guy she brought home with her" Manny says, staring at Luke, clearly not believing he's that thick.

"Oooh" Luke says, as it hits him. "That's why Haley brought him" he adds, shaking his head, a smile on his face.

I shake my head at the two as we reach the top of the staircase, with Isabella sitting happily on my hip. It had been a long and interesting day. I walked in on my sister and her boyfriend almost doing it. Found out my sister is pregnant. Watched one of my uncles crush on my sister's boyfriend. Then I watched my drunk Mother explode on my sister when she found out Haley is pregnant. I was hoping for a quiet and less emotional winter break.

I go down the hall, as Manny and Luke go into Manny's room, talking about some girl from school. I push open the door to Isabella's room and quietly shut it behind me. I look at the baby girl on my hip, she is clearly tired. She rubs at her eyes, trying to fight off her own tiredness. I shift her so she's resting her head in the crook of my arm, her light blue eyes are heavy. I start slowly swaying back and forward, hoping to help her to fall asleep.

But my mind isn't on Isabella, but on my sister. That look on her face after our Mom yelled at her. I've never seen that look before on Haley's face, she looked really hurt, destroyed even. I'm not sure why, I've heard her be called worse then a screw-up, I've called her worse. So, why did it seem to hit her so hard. Must be something between her and Mom. Whatever it was, I hope they work it out. Her and Mom have never really had a great relationship. I just hope this fight isn't what ends it for ever.

But Haley wasn't the only one who our Mother attacked. Clayton, she had said some harsh things to him too. But he took it better, I mean he didn't burst into tears and go running from the room. Not that I blame Haley. But Clay... he just didn't seem to care. Like everything she said didn't faze him in the least. He was now worrying me a bit, there was something to him. I don't think its anything bad, but there's definitely something to him, that him and Haley aren't sharing.

I look down at Isabella and she is fast asleep, must be nice. Being able to sleep like there's nothing wrong in the world, feeling safe like that. I envy her, between school, family, friends, boys and my future, I haven't been sleeping well lately. I slowly walk over to her crib and lightly put her down, covering her with the blanket. I look down at her for a few seconds, thinking about my part in this whole mess.

I feel like I should be doing something, I should be right? What am I even supposed to do in this sorta situation? Should I just keep my mouth shut and do my best to stay out of the way or should I tell my Mom that Haley really needs her right now. God... Haley was so scared when she told me, she must have been even more scared when telling everyone else. And all our Mom did was yell and scream. Haley needs me and I was here doing nothing, I should be helping. I'm smart and capable, why not me?

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I pull it out. I have a text message, a text from Jimmy. Jimmy is my ex, the one I told Haley about. I think about opening it and reading it, but I hesitate. He had broken up with me and we haven't spoken since, so why is he texting me now? I open it.

'im a ass :('.

A small smile comes to my lips, maybe he regrets breaking up with me or maybe I'm reading too much into a simple text message.

'Yes you are'. I write back, I hesitate before pressing send. But I do and put the phone back in my pocket, going to the door. I look back at Isabella's crib, just making sure she's still out. She is, so I close the door, leaving a small crack, just in case she wakes up. My phone buzzes again and I pull it out, opening the new message

'im sorry'.

I bite my lip, staring down at the text. Part of me was telling me to tell him to fuck off. He broke up with me, because I wasn't ready for sex. But another part was screaming to welcome him back, it wasn't like guys were fighting each other to ask me out. What if he's as good as it gets for me? I sigh and run a hand through my hair, I should just forgive him.

'Its fine'. I write back, I send it and put the phone back in my pocket. I slowly walk down the hall, I can hear my Grandpa and Gloria fighting outside. I slow down, trying to make out what they are saying. I only pick up bits and pieces, not enough to really get what they are fighting about. But I wouldn't be surprised if it something to do with Haley.

'u wanna met up? may B tomoz?'.

Tomorrow? He really wants to meet up tomorrow? I bite my lip, thinking it over. I did want to see him, but should I? I can't help but think about what Haley said, 'If he likes you and I mean really likes you, he'll wait for you'. Jimmy didn't want to wait for me, so... Haley wasn't me, Haley always had guys fighting over her. I wasn't that lucky.

'Sure, where?'

The 21th of December, 9:38 pm. Cam's POV.

"You sure, you don't want to stay the night?" I ask, looking over at Clay. He was standing on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame. Haley was in the bathroom 'cleaning up' and Mitchell was putting Lily down. "Cause you guys are more then welcome" I add.

"Thanks, but I think Haley just wants a night alone, you know" he says, his beautiful dark brown eyes landing on me.

Yes, I found Clayton attractive. Surprise, surprise, I know it was silly. I'm a grown man, a father and I'm in a loving and committed relationship. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with Mitchell, so what was wrong with having a little crush. It wasn't like I was going to try anything, but it was nice to flirt once in awhile. Clay was the type of guy I used to fantasize about, the strong and silent type. And well... I have a small thing for tattoos. But I mean look at him. Tall, strongly built, handsome, tattooed head to toe and he seems like a sweetheart. I wouldn't trade my life with Mitchell for the world, but me having a small crush on Clay wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Yeah, I get it" I say, with a smile. "Its been an emotional night" I add, putting some dishes in the sink.

"You want some help?" he asks, walking over to stand next to me.

"No, I got it" I say, looking over at him. He leans against the counter and sighs, looking towards the doorway. "You nervous? About becoming a father, I mean?" I ask, I know I was. I can't imagine being as young as him and becoming a father.

"Scared shitles..." he trails off, looking at the floor. "I'm scared" he says, with a nod and looks over at me.

I nod, understanding the feeling. "Its a big deal becoming a father, you would be crazy not to be scared" I say, turning the water on.

"I ain't used to being scared, not like this" Clay says, looking back at the doorway. "I don't know how to handle a kid and I sure as hell..." he trails off, his fists balled at his sides. Clearly showing how upset he is with himself. "I'm the last guy who should be a dad" he says, shaking his head.

"Why?" I ask, looking over at him as I start washing the dishes.

He shrugs, shaking his head. "I didn't have all this..." he says, gesturing at the pictures of the family in the hall, then he trails off again. "I don't know, maybe Mrs. Dunphy's right, maybe Haley and the baby would be better off withou..." he trails off again, looking down at his boots. He shrugs and looks over at me. "Forget I said anything, just bitching" he says, with another shrug.

I look over at him. He seems fine, why shouldn't he be a father? Maybe he didn't want to be a father and was just making excuses why he shouldn't stick around. He better not even think about leaving Haley. I like Clayton, but I love Haley and if he thinks he can just dump her off with her family and take off, he's got another thing coming. I grab a dish towel, drying my hands. Then I look over at him, glaring ever so slightly.

"I hope you aren't thinking of taking off" I say, taking a step towards Clayton. Hoping, I could intimidate him. "Because if you do, I promise you I will hunt you down and hurt you worse then you could ever hurt her" I say, poking him in the chest. Oh, wow... his chest is like stone.

He smiles that cute little smile at me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I wouldn't throw away the best thing in my life and I promise you, that's Haley" he says, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

I can't help but smile a little at the words, I wonder if Mitchell feels like that about me.

"Sorry, you know" I say, putting my hand atop his on my shoulder. "Had to make sure you were doing right by my niece" I say, smiling at him.

"Is everything alright?" I turn and see Mitchell standing in the doorway, shooting us a dirty look.

"Yes sir Mr. Pritchett, everything is fine" Clay says, looking over at Mitchell.

"Ha, I wasn't asking you Clayton" Mitchell says, taking a few steps into the kitchen. He looks at me, smiling that creepy Pritchett smile. Where they're upset, but they say they're not.

"Yes, Mitchell, everything is fine" I say, shooting him a dirty look. "Me and Clay were just talking man to man" I say, glaring at him.

"Yeah, I bet you were" he says, nodding, still smiling that creepy smile.

Clay looks between us, looking slightly uncomfortable. Did Mitchell really think that little of me, that he thinks I was going to try something with Clay. Flirting a little, sure, but it wasn't like I was going to throw everything I have with him away for Clay. I would die for Mitchell and he thinks just because I find our niece's boyfriend handsome that I'm just going to run off. Couldn't he see how much I love him, I would do anything for him. A soft buzzing sounds off and I look over at Clay, it seems to be coming from the pocket of his jeans.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old flip phone, he looks at the small screen.

"Sorry, I gotta take this" he says, looking back up at me, then over at Mitchell. "Its my sister-in-law and I didn't answer her last two calls or the last few texts" he says, walking over to the doorway. "So, if I don't answer this time, she might just send out a search party" he jokes weakly, before answering the phone. "Yeah, hey" he says, going down the hall, towards the front door.

Me and Mitchell watch him go, then Mitchell turns to me. "I can't believe you" he says, in a harsh whisper. "I leave for a second and you have your hands all over him" he whispers, shooting me a dirty look.

"Oh please, Mitchell" I say, rolling my eyes. "He put his hand on my shoulder and I had my hand on top of his" I say, walking over to the sink. "Nothing happened" I say, as I start washing the dishes again.

"I'm sure, nothing happened" he spits sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mitchell" I say, a slight bite to my voice, turning around to face him. "Nothing happened, alright, you should know you are the love of my life, Mitchell" I say, glaring at him.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, neither of us breaking eye contact. Finally, he sighs and looks away.

"I'm sorry" he says, looking at the floor. "Its just been a long night" he says, sounding upset. "I can't believe she's pregnant, I just can't" he says, shaking his head. I can see the tears in his eyes.

I walk over to him and pull him into a hug. "I know, I know" I say, quietly. Haley getting pregnant was scary. If it could happen to Haley, it could just as easily happen to Lily a few years down the line. We're Haley's uncles, we're suppose to protect her. I couldn't help but feel like I let her down, as stupid as it may sound, that's how I felt and I knew Mitchell felt the same.

"Is everything alright?"

Me and Mitchell break apart and look over at the doorway, Haley is standing there. Its clear she has been crying, my heart breaks for her. The things Claire said were out of line and cruel, poor Haley. I smile weakly at her, taking Mitchell's hand in mine.

"Yes, everything is fine" Mitchell says, squeezing my hand. He then let's go of my hand and goes over to her, pulling her into a hug. "I love you sweetheart, if you need anything we're here for you" he says, pulling back from the hug.

I walk over to them, trying not to cry. I put my hands on Mitchell's shoulders, smiling at Haley.

"Both of you" I say, lightly squeezing Mitchell's shoulders. He shoots me a dirty look, he's still doesn't like Clay. But I knew he would try and play nice with him. He turns back to Haley, smiling weakly.

"Yeah... both of you" he says, clearly not happy having to include Clay.

The 21th of December, 11: 19 pm. Haley's POV.

I stare up at the ceiling of the little motel room, my thoughts on my Mother's words. She hates me, she has too. Why else would she say those things, other then to just hurt me. That's the only thing she wants, so, she has to hate me. I had barely been back a day and now I was spending the night in some motel, with most of my family disowning me. I hate myself, this is all my fault. My Mother is right, I'm nothing but a screw-up. I've never done anything right, ever. If I could just do better, if I was just better. But I wasn't, I was just a big fucking screw-up.

What was I thinking? How could I be a mother? I flunked out of college, I barely graduated high school, hell, I barely pass my driver's test. How could I raise a child? I was worthless, why would I even think I could do this. Why did I think me and my emotionally broken boyfriend could do this, I should have got an abortion and not told anyone. But no, I got this thought in my silly little head that I could do this, that I could raise a child. How fucking stupid could I be, I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore. Everything wasn't going to work out, me and Clay won't going to be together forever, I was stupid to ever even think that. He couldn't even tell me he loved me, because he doesn't. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to fall again. So, I sit up, wiping at my eyes, with the heels of my hands and putting my feet on the white carpeted floor.

I need to push my thoughts aside, I didn't want Clay to see me crying again. I hate myself for breaking down in front of him like I did, I didn't like being seen as weak and vulnerable. I push those thoughts aside, I need to focus. Because, I knew now, I wasn't keeping the baby. so I need to decide if I was getting an abortion or if I was giving the baby up. But I knew one thing, I couldn't raise this baby. I stand up and go to the bathroom, I need to wash my face before Clay gets back. I won't let him see me cry again, I won't. The white tile floor is cold under my feet as I step towards the sink. It was a nice size bathroom, with a large shower, twin sinks and a large mirror. I turn on the water and splash the cold water on my face. Clay had gone down to his truck to find us some clothes, I didn't stop him, I needed a few minutes alone to collect my thoughts.

I haven't been alone since I left Cam's and Mitchell's bathroom. They had talked to me for about twenty minutes, while Clay talked to his sister-in-law. Then when me and Clay left their house, we had just drove around for about an hour. I just pointed out places where I used to hang out, trying to avoid talking about dinner. When we finally ended up here, Clay had tried to talk to me about dinner and I just shot him down, telling him I was cold. So, he went down to the truck, to see if he could find me a sweatshirt or something. I didn't want to talk about it, I knew I would just end up crying again.

After Clay came and got me out of the bathroom, everything just hit me at once. I couldn't be a mother, I shouldn't be a mother. Clay cared about me, but he didn't love me. Me and him won't going to grow old together, I wasn't going to be a great mother and he wasn't going to be the man I spend the rest of my life with. I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore, it was for the best. He would end up leaving me anyways, this isn't some stupid fairy tale, this is real life. Clay is a good guy, but he isn't going to stick around when I'm six months pregnant and fat.

I turn the water off and look at myself in the mirror, I'm a mess. My hair is knotted and looks horrible and I don't even what to think about how messy my face is right now, it is that bad. I just need to get through tonight. After some sleep, I would be able to think clearly. I just needed to avoid talking about dinner or the baby, which wouldn't be easy. I hear the door to the room open and run a hand through my hair, I could do this.

"Haley?" Clay calls out, sounding slightly confused.

I step out of the bathroom and back out into the room, his back is to me. In one of his hands is his gym bag.

"Hey" I say, softly.

He turns around and gives me a small smile, I can't help but feel self conscious under his gaze. I'm a mess, like I said, my hair is knotted and looks just horrible. My face is red and puffy from all the crying. I feel ugly and the last thing I want is for him to see me like this, to see how big of a mess I am. As sad as it is, I want to hold onto the one thing I have, being pretty. But right now, I was far from it. I hug myself and hang my head, poorly trying to hide myself from him.

"Haley..." he starts, sounding concerned, taking a step towards me. But I cut him off.

"I'm fine Clay" I say shortly, holding a hand up.

He looks slightly hurt, but he quickly covers it up with another small smile. "Um... here" he says, holding out his gym bag. "Mine and your gym clothes are in there, I don't think they're clean though" he says, not meeting my eye.

I take the gym bag from his hands. "Thanks" I say, softly. "I'm just gonna take a shower, I'll only be a minute" I say, looking down at my bare feet.

Then I go into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I was short with Clay and I know he doesn't deserve it, but I was angry, scared and on top of all that, pregnant. I sigh and lean against the door, I just need to get through tonight and think of a way to tell Clay I wasn't keeping the baby. Wonder if I'll lose Clay when I do, he wasn't going to stay with me after all this craziness, why would he? I set the gym bag on the floor and pull off my light pink top, throwing it to the floor, then I unbutton my jeans and pull them off. I look at myself in the mirror and I hate the girl staring back at me, how could she had gotten herself into this mess? How?

I put my hands on the counter, as tears well up and fall. I put a hand over my mouth, trying to stop a sob. But it doesn't work and more sobs wreck through my body, fighting their way up. I hate myself even more for it. Just a few hours ago, I was thinking about me and Clay growing old together, watching our child grow up. How could I been so fucking stupid to even think that, that would come true. I get the sobs to stop, mostly. So I turn around and walk over to the shower, tears still streaming down my face. I turn the water on and put my hand under it, waiting for it to get hot enough. When it is, I unhook my bra, throwing it to the floor and I pull my panties off. Then I step under the hot water, letting it wash over me. I close my eyes, enjoying the warm water on my skin.

I turn slowly, letting the water hit all of my body. I fully turn and face the shower head again, letting out a sigh. I hug myself, looking straight at the shower head. I want to just lose myself in the warmth of the shower and steam. In here everything was fine, I wasn't pregnant, my Mother didn't hate me, Clay did love me, I was strong, I wasn't a screw-up and a disappointment. In here, among the warmth and the steam, everything was going to work out, everything was going to be okay.

I can feel myself relaxing, my head clearing, as I run my hands through my hair. Maybe I'll luck out and Clay will be a sleep when I get out, but with my luck I wasn't counting on it. I run my hands through my hair again, that's when I hear the door open. I freeze, opening my eyes and looking over at the shower curtain. I know its Clay, but still, a part of me wants to ask. But I don't, instead I close my eyes again, trying to clear my head. I focus on the hot water, trying to lose myself in the steam and warmth. I hear the shower curtain move, but I don't turn around. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. I lean my head to the side, letting him get better access to my neck.

We shouldn't do this, I shouldn't do this. Not tonight, not after all that has happened, not with what is going to happen. But I don't stop him, I didn't want to. His hands cup my breasts, I put my hands atop his. A soft moan escapes my lips. I wasn't going to fight this, I wanted it, I needed it. I want him, while he's still mine. I didn't know what was going to happen with us in the long run, but I knew what was going to happen now, right here. I push his hands away, turn around, facing him. Scars crisscross his chest. The words 'In god we trust' was tattooed across his collarbone. On his right side, going down his ribs, was a large tattoo of a tombstone and an angel. The angel was hugging the tombstone and looked like she was crying. Words were at the top of it. They read, 'Lost, but not forgotten'. Names follow, the only one I know is his mother's. Willow Sweetwater.

I take a step towards him, my eyes on the small silver pendant that hangs around his neck. He told me the pendant was his mother's, the words on it were simple, 'Saint Anne, pray for us'. I take the small pendant into my hands and look up at him, his dark brown eyes are on me. An intensity was in them, like something was fighting to get out. I hold his gaze, not wanting to look away. He leans down and kisses me, lightly at first. Then I open my mouth, letting his tongue in. The kiss gets more passionate and rougher. His hands slide down to my behind and he picks me up, like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around him, as the hot water hits both of us. He puts my back to the wall of the shower and I break the kiss, as another moan escapes my lips. Clay presses his face into my neck, kissing it lightly.

"Comet" he whispers, into my neck.

I can't fight the small smile that comes to my lips. In this moment nothing matters, except me and him.

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Thanks to Jessica8908 for reviewing and following this story. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far and Yeah, Claire is a little over protective of her kids. But I'm not a parent, so I can't blame her. Thanks again Jessica.

I would like to thank the guest who reviewed on 12/25/12 and said the stuff about after the fight. First thank you for the suggestion and sorry I didn't really use it, but I kinda had this chapter planned out. But I do love hearing any advice or suggestions from you. And that goes for all you guys, any help is appreciated. Anyways thanks again for reviewing.

I would also like to thank the other guest who also reviewed on 12/25/12. Ah! I wish you would of left a name so I could give you a big internet hug!.Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it and I hope I can keep you reading. Thanks again and a late merry Christmas to you.

To the guest who reviewed twice on 1/6/13, I'm guessing you are the same person. Hope I ain't wrong. Thank you, I'm glad you are enjoying my book or story. Thanks again.

And I would also like to thank CJ-johnsonmax, Annam645, Kb5000 and WhySoSirius934 for following this story, thanks guys.

And now I would like to thank all of you for reading and remember all reviews are appreciated. Much love to all you guys and gals. (Still thinking cows... damnit)