AN: DUNKIRK SPOILER ALERT! Small mentions of stuff that happens so DO NOT read ahead if you don't want that. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED, SON! Wow I really do suck with these updates. Sorry brah!

Disclaimer: the Victorious characters belong to Nickelodeon and Mr. Dan Schneider and all others either are mine or someone else's.

{{ You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow. (Henning Mankell) }}

So much was changing at that point in my life! My little Ian-bug had just turned one and we moved into a newer, much bigger house. Harry's movie was coming out soon and Dylan would be starting kindergarten in the Fall. My mind was just spinning!

We had purchased the property right after Lizzy was born and it had been under construction ever since. Our house was fairly large and definitely had enough room for the extra addition(s), but with more kids, we felt safer being in a gated community. Audrey and Lizzy would still be sharing a room, as well as all three boys, leaving Ryleigh with her much deserved own space. The house had a six car garage, pool, two tiered theater, and a huge recording studio! Each bedroom also had its own loft area. It was a step up from our last house and definitely better than the apartment. Harry was hesitant about spoiling the kids too much, but we needed space and the added security with Harold's new solo project.

"Momma?" A tiny head poked through the cracked bedroom door.

"Dylan?" I rolled over at the name he used to call me when he was a baby. Taking this as permission to enter, Dylan bolted to my side of the bed and crawled in. "What's wrong, Bubba? Did you have a bad dream?" I asked smoothing down his hair.

"No-" he shook his head- "I miss our old house!" He sighed. Dylan, even at five years old, had always been one to work himself up like this. It had happened when we made the move from the apartment to our house, although then he was much younger and would just cry all night long when we weren't in the same room anymore.

"Can I sleep with you and Daddy? Pleasey!" He pouted. The moonlight peeking through the windows illuminated his big brown doe eyes and my heart just melted for my little boy.

"Sure-" I finally agreed- "but don't wake him up." I gestured to Harry. He nodded his head understandably and curled up beside me.

"I love you, Mommy." Dylan snuggled closer to me.

"Love you too, bub." I kissed his forehead. He was out in a matter of minutes, but I couldn't help but just sit there and watch him like I used to when he was little, not that he's not still little. He was already five and a half, and, although all my kids were growing way too fast, I felt like Dylan was born just yesterday. He still looked so much like Robbie did when he was little.

I was almost sleep with Dylan in between Harry and I when I heard the door creak open more.

"Mommy?" Someone tapped on my shoulder repeatedly. "I can't find Dylan," I heard Audrey's panicked voice. "Camden said he's gone! And he's not on the potty!"

"I'm right here!" Dylan shot up, clearly annoyed by the "nonsense" his three year old siblings were spewing.

"Hey, I wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy too!" Audrey pouted.

"Yeah!" Camden agreed, already climbing into our bed. "Go get Lizzy!" he told his twin sister.

"Mom?" Ryleigh appeared in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What's going on?"

"I guess we're having a slumber party." I reluctantly announced as my younger daughters rushed through the door. "I might as well go grab the baby too!" I playfully chuckled. "But no one wake your father."

"Already awake," Harry groggily uttered, his accent a bit thicker than usual. "I've been awake since this one came in." He placed his hand on Dylan's head. "You stay here; I'll go get Ian." Harry kissed my head before exiting the room momentarily. Upon entering again, he handed me the baby and placed the rest of the children on the bed.

"Will you sing us a song, Momma? Please!"

"The Tarzan song!" Lizzy piped up. "And Daddy can play his guitar."

"You heard her, Daddy." I looked to Harry. "Go get your guitar!" Harry headed upstairs to get one of his guitars, but returned quicker than I expected. I awkwardly shifted the baby in my arms so I won't be singing right into his ears. Harry began strumming his little intro and I began to sing.

"Come stop your crying. It'll be alright. Just take my hand. Hold it tight!" I smiled at Harry and the kids. I continued singing, thinking back to when I used to sing to Dylan every night. Those little moments never changed, and we still all came together to sing a bedtime song before everyone was tucked in for the night. It was a lot better now that the kids could sing with us, though its humble beginnings in the back apartment bedroom weren't so bad either. I suppose it was pretty quirky of us as a family, but what did people expected?

"Cause you'll be in my heart. Yes, you'll be in my heart!" All seven of us sang together. "From this day on now and forever more!" I had always chosen songs that were, for better words, quiet songs. There was no use in playing a rock song for a child you wanted to go to sleep. But most importantly, I had always tried to choose songs that had a message to them. I would always love all six of my kids, just as much as I did when I first laid eyes on them, and most likely even more as time went on. Though they'd grow bigger and get older, they'd all still my little babies at heart. I'd always love and protect them and I'd do anything to make sure nothing bad ever happened to them, as I was sure all parents felt. After the song was over, the kids went to bed with a stern warning that this sleepover was for exactly that: sleep. Harry and I were forced to either side of the bed to accommodate the six little bodies in between us, but then again, that was why we got a king sized bed in the first place.

I awoke the next morning with a baby on my chest and completely confused. The bed next to me was empty, and, for a moment, I wonder if I not only dreamt up last night, but also the past four years.

"Cat," Harry whispered into the room. I opened my eyes to see the British man above me with that "am I confused or thinking" face. Okay, I didn't dream this up. It was Ian. Not Dylan. Okay.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Downstairs eating." He explained. "I made breakfast."

"And you served it to our children!" I got up quickly, trying not to startle the somehow still sleeping baby. "You're gonna make them sick, Harold!" I scolded.

Dear Diary,

Hi it's Cat! Sorry if I'm screaming but I'm just really excited! We just got back from the premiere of Harold's new movie and it was AMAZING! He did such an amazing job, though I almost fuked a few times, but I think I'm okay. Harry did plenty of reassuring that it was, in fact, a movie and that he was just playing a character and wasn't in any danger. I guess I believe him. It's rated PG-13, but none of the kids are watching it until I'm dead. At least I didn't have to watch him die on screen or he would be in big trouble for a long long long time! I'd also just be very upset with him for taking a role where he died. But he didn't. I cried when he was under the water almost dying. He just looked so scared and helpless and I don't want him to be either of those things. He was also kinda mean to that one guy, though it's not nice to lie and steal, even from dead people. But I also kinda felt bad when he died. I much prefer the goofy Harry I married to the kind of man he was when he got angry in this movie, but I suppose if you're gonna die, you get a little mad when people are fibbers. He was a bit more like himself at the end when he was getting all the free stuff from the nice people. And in the beginning when he was eating, but that's a boy thing. Harold also curses a bit, but he's a big boy and can do that if he wants, as long as little ears aren't around. Overall, I'm extremely proud of my husband and what he's done, in both his singing and acting career, as well as his job as a father to our kids. I'd like to think that when we finally let Ryleigh watch it (if that's before I die) that she agrees it was worth her Daddy cutting his hair (he also donated it so it's double good!). I hope everyone else loves it as much as I did, though they won't have Harold to hold their hand during the scary scenes.

Love,

Caterina

AN: So I finally was able to build them a "normal" house on Sims with only a few extra commodities (they're rich!). These include a pool, two tiered theater, and a full on dance club in the basement. Like I said, NBD. Harry's RP was kinda pissed at my extra but like, I can't help it! HOCO tomorrow so get hyped! Also, our sorority sniping (with pictures) starts in like 10 minutes so I'm so alive right now!

-Sami