A/N: Sorry...sorry...sorry...I was supposed to update yesterday, but this thing called "life" got in the way -.- Anyways, here's anther chapter, enjoy! ;)

The following day, JJ woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. She wondered where her girlfriend was for a minute, until she heard laughter coming from the kitchen.

She smiled to herself, wondering what Emily and Taylor were up to. She was about to get up, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." JJ said.

Taylor came in with an embarrassed smile, holding a tray.

JJ raised an eyebrow and smiled back. Then, she spotted Emily holding a glass of juice and a few other things.

"Uh, what are you guys doing, exactly?" JJ asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Uh, we, uhm, we thought maybe, uh-" Taylor stuttered nervously.

"She wanted to make you breakfast, and I decided that you should have it in bed." Emily said smiling.

Taylor's eyes changed and she looked a bit terrified.

"I, I'm sorry, I thought, I thought you'd-" The young girl tried to explain.

"Hmm, this is really good, thank you." JJ said with a smile, as she ate a piece.

"I-I can make something els-wait, what?" Taylor asked completely confused.

"I said thank you, it was nice of you to do this." JJ said, still smiling.

"I-uh-it was?" Taylor asked with doubt.

JJ sighed, putting her fork down.

"Taylor, I'm not your father."

The sentence seemed to take both Taylor and Emily by surprise.

"I-I know that." Taylor said.

"So stop being so scared of me. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never lay a hand on you, never and neither will Emily. You don't have to be scared all the time. I appreciate the breakfast, okay? Maybe your father never told you thank you for it, but I will. It was really nice of you, and you didn't have to do it. Just remember my words, we will never ever hurt you, okay?" JJ assured, continuing to eat her breakfast.

Taylor nodded, seeming to be at a loss of words.

"I know you won't, but I'm just not used to being treated nicely. Everything I ever did for my dad was crap. He never appreciated anything I did, no matter how hard I tried. My life has been this way since I was born. My dad hated me and my mom...well, my mom would just let him hit me." Taylor said.

"What do you mean, your mother let him hit you?" Emily asked.

"She let him hit me so that he wouldn't hit her. Every minute he hit me was one more minute that he didn't hit her, so she just didn't care. I don't like to speak ill of the dead, but that's just the way it was. She never hit me, but she never hugged me either." Taylor took a deep breath before continuing.

"After she dies things just got...worse. I know you two aren't like them, but all my life, the only thing I've known is pain that it's just weird to be appreciated and loved. And I know that I'm going to have to go into foster care, and that's okay. But I appreciate everything you've done for me, that's all I want you to know." Taylor finished with a smile.

"Speaking of which. Taylor, JJ and I have been talking about something and we want to know what you think, okay?" Emily asked.

Taylor nodded.

"What do you think about us becoming your adoptive parents?"

Social workers have been calling them, but Emily used the good name of her mother to buy them some more time to sort everything out and figure out what they were going to do.

"What?" Taylor said, caught completely off guard.

"You heard her." JJ said smiling, her breakfast now forgotten.

"I-uh, I don't know what to say except, are you sure? I mean, I don't want to get in the way or anything like that."

"Taylor-" JJ said, but was cut off by Taylor.

"I know, but I just want to be sure that this is what you want." Taylor said.

"This is what you want, now we need to know, is this what you want?"

Taylor smiled. "This is what I want." She said, her voice dropping an octave as happy tears streamed down her face. Not long after that, they were embracing each other and they all had happy tears in their eyes.