A/N: I was supposed to be writing a paper tonight, but my muse refused to let me write anything else until I wrote this at least, so this is what I did instead. On the plus side, all of my final tests of the semester are over and I have the weekend off work :)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy :)

Disclaimer: The only parts of this story I own are my OCs. The rest...not mine, unfortunately.


"So, are you going to tell me what that cryptic comment last night was all about?" Holly demanded as Dominic drove her home.

"It's nothing," Dominic responded.

"Obviously it's not nothing, Dominic. Why are you suddenly hiding things from me? You've never done that before."

"I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Well it sure as hell seems like you are. Did I do something wrong?"

"It's not you, trust me."

"Then what is it? I thought we established that we could tell each other anything and we wouldn't judge each other. I'm trying really hard not to jump to conclusions, but I can guarantee you that that won't last long."

Dominic sighed before he spoke again.

"My mom said something the other day that's just been eating at me," he revealed.

"What did she say?" Holly inquired.

"She's never approved of my choice to pursue dancing, though she's never come right out and said it. She's very critical of everything and everybody. Nothing is ever good enough unless it's done her way. She told me that I better find someone with a good head on their shoulders, not a dreamer like me, because one day I won't be able to dance and then I'll be stuck without a way to provide for myself."

"So when you told her that I shared your dream, she basically flipped out," Holly concluded.

"That's putting it lightly," Dominic admitted.

"I'm not going to break up with you just because your mother refuses to see I'm perfect for you."

"I tried to tell her that you had a backup plan, and I'm working on mine, but as long as dance is my first choice, she'll be forever critical."

"Okay, I get how that could upset you, but what was with the question about spending many more New Year's Eves together?"

Dominic shrugged a little before he answered.

"I love you and I want to be with you, but I would understand if you didn't want to deal with the over-critical mother of your boyfriend."

"So you were…what? Giving me an option to end this now?" Holly asked incredulously. "Do you think so little of me, of us, that you'd think I can't handle a little criticism from someone who hasn't even met me nor seems to care about our relationship?"

"No. Damn it."

"Then explain what you meant."

Once he had pulled into Holly's driveway, Dominic turned the car off before moving to face his currently-irate girlfriend.

"I don't have a choice whether or not I get to deal with her constant, never-ending criticism. I'm giving you a choice. Not because I think you can't handle it, but because I know how much it sucks."

"So you gave me a promise ring even though you were planning on telling me I could leave?" Holly questioned.

"I gave you the promise ring because I love you and I wanted you to have something tangible to remind you of how I feel about you. I hate saying goodbye to you every night."

"So why are you trying to tell me goodbye forever?"

"I'm not. I don't want to. I just don't want you to end up being miserable."

Holly reached across the car for Dominic's hands, smiling a little when he laced their fingers together.

"I want to believe that underneath all of that criticism, your mother truly loves you and wants what's best for you, but I haven't ever met her, so I really don't know if that's true or not," she began. "What I do know is true is that I love you, and I want to be with you. If your mother decides she wants to continue to criticize you instead of supporting you, it's her loss. Regardless of whether or not she ever changes her tune, I support you, your dad and Nell support you, and your siblings support you. I hate saying goodbye to you every night, too, by the way. I'm not saying goodbye to you forever, though. I'm a lot harder to get rid of than that."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Dominic told her before leaning forward to capture her lips with his.

"I'd still like to meet her, though," Holly told him once they ended their kiss. "Maybe I can get her to change her mind."

"Somehow, I don't think I'd be completely surprised if you managed to just that. If you really want to meet her, she's supposed to be in town at some point today."

"Well, then I guess that means we'll have to postpone the stay in and cuddle day I had planned for us."

"We'll have one of those before we go back to school and rehearsals, I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," Holly responded with a smile. "We should go in, though, I need to get ready and my mom will worry if I don't let her know I'm home soon."

"We?"

"Yes, we. You know as well as I do that my family is always happy to see you. My mom said my grandparents are here, too, and you know how much my grandma adores you."

"That's very true," Dominic agreed as they got out of the car and began walking towards the house.


"Where did you say Dominic was, again?"

Penelope looked up at the sound of the voice, the owner being her husband's ex and not exactly her favorite person.

"He's with Holly, his girlfriend. They said they'd be here in a little while, Holly wanted to stop at her house and change before they came over," Penelope answered, doing her best not to sound annoyed.

"Were they out all night?" Susan questioned.

"No. They were at Holly's cousin's house, along with the others in their group of friends, for a small New Year's Eve get-together. Shelby thought it would be best for the kids to stay at her house overnight instead of trying to drive home late."

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that logic. Shelby would be Holly's aunt, then?"

"Yes, and she's also Dominic's show choir coach."

"Has he thought of a back-up plan yet? He can't dance forever."

Penelope sighed before she answered.

"He's looking at a few different things, but he hasn't made a decision yet. The important thing is he has other things that he's interested in. He's also very smart, so even if pursuing dance doesn't work out for him, he'll have plenty of options for other things he can do. Just please don't badger him about it. He's nervous enough as it is, I'd really rather not add to that."

"What does he have to be nervous about? School?"

"He auditioned for Barnard College and Juilliard," Anthony reminded her as he walked into the room. "He's waiting to hear back from them, which probably won't be for a few weeks yet."

"Right. I'm still not a fan of this whole pursuing dance thing, no matter how prestigious the school."

"Well, you need to put that aside and support Dominic, like Tony and I have. This is what Dominic wants to do; it's what he's passionate about. It's what makes him happy. Traveling around the world and hardly ever being in one place for very long is what makes you happy, but that's not what will make Dominic happy."

"Does he even know I'm here?" Susan demanded.

"Yes, I just talked to him," Anthony responded. "He said they were just leaving Holly's, so they should be here shortly."

"I suppose she's a dancer, too."

"She is," Penelope confirmed, "but if you say anything to upset either of them, I will have to ask that you leave."

"Why can't either of you be sensible for once? You need to stop relying on your emotions so much."

Tired of arguing with Susan, Penelope stood and began to walk towards the door.

"I'm going to go check on the kids," she said before walking out the door.

"Before Dominic gets here, I want to make something clear," Anthony told his ex. "You gave me full custody of Dominic and have never been interested in helping to raise him, which means it was completely my choice. If you love him like you claim to, you need to put your own feelings aside and support him. Penelope and I have raised our children to pursue what they're passionate about, what will make them happy in the long run. We have always told them that they could be anything they wanted. Dominic's choice is to pursue dance. Juilliard and Barnard College don't let just anyone audition, either."

"What if I don't feel I can support him?"

"Then you can leave. I don't want you here upsetting him, or Holly."

"He could have at least found a girlfriend who didn't have the same foolish dream as he does."

"That so-called foolish dream of theirs is one of the things that brought them together. Penelope and I like Holly, and if you give her a chance, I think you will, too. If nothing else, give her a chance because you care about Dominic."

"He loves her?" Susan inquired.

"Very much," Anthony confirmed, "and she loves him just as much in return."

"She makes him happy?"

"Yes, which you'll see for yourself as soon as they get here."


After a few more minutes of talking with Anthony, Susan turned her head at the sound of the door opening. She expected to hear two voices, but heard none.

"I thought you said Holly and Dominic were going to be here?" Susan inquired.

"They were supposed to," Penelope answered.

"I'll go see what's going on," Anthony told them before walking out of the room.

"You talked to Dominic before you decided to visit, didn't you?" Penelope questioned.

"Of course, I did. He's my son."

"What did you say to him?"

"I just told him I was concerned about his career choice and I thought he should find someone with a good head on her shoulders."

Penelope sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"Just so we're clear, Holly does have a good head on her shoulders. She's very smart. She has been going back and forth on whether she wants to pursue dance full-time, or pursue nursing and keep dancing as a hobby or only pursue it part-time. She speaks two languages fluently, and has learned quite a bit of a third. She's taking extra classes in school so that she can pursue either career choice. Aside from all of that, she makes Dominic happy, which should be the most important thing to you, too, if you love him like you claim to," she said before walking out of the room to find her husband and step-son.

Alone in the kitchen, Susan was surprised to see a blonde girl she vaguely recognized from her various visits over the years walk into the room a short while later. A tall, dark-haired boy followed closely behind her and they seemed to be oblivious to her presence. As she silently watched them, she noticed the way they interacted.

"It's Susan, right?"

Startled, Susan shook her head to clear her thoughts before turning to the blonde-haired girl.

"Yes…and you're Penelope's daughter."

"My name is Melina, but yes…and this is my boyfriend, Alec. Alec, this is Dominic's mom, Susan."

"Nice to meet you," Alec said politely.

"We just needed to get some water out of the fridge, I'm sure you're waiting to apologize to Dominic, so I'll leave you alone. It was nice seeing you," Melina said, grabbing Alec's hand and leading him out of the room.

Alone once again, Susan couldn't help but smile a little bit as she noticed the similarities between mother and daughter. Dominic and Anthony were a lot alike, too. With a sigh, she stood and went in search of her ex and their son.


"Dominic?" Anthony inquired as he knocked on his son's bedroom door.

"You can come in, Dad," Dominic responded, mostly because he didn't really want to be alone.

"Where's Holly?"

"At her house."

Anthony sent his son a look, telling him that he clearly wasn't amused, nor was he taking that for an answer.

"We started arguing about her meeting Mom. Holly doesn't think Mom will approve the way Nell does…and you know how Holly is, she wants people to like her, even if she doesn't always make it seem that way. I tried to reassure her that everything would be fine, but she didn't believe me, and I don't blame her."

"Did she break up with you?"

Dominic shrugged as he sighed.

"She might as well have," he said, setting Holly's promise ring on his desk. "She said she was done not being good enough, handed me back her ring, and then stormed up to her room."

"You gave her a ring?" Susan asked, unable to keep herself out of the conversation anymore.

"I gave her a promise ring shortly before Christmas, yes," Dominic confirmed. "I also intended to ask her to marry me at some point down the road, but unless she starts speaking to me again, that won't be happening."

"How can you be sure she's the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"You wouldn't understand," Dominic snapped, not in the mood to deal with his mother.

"Try me," Susan challenged.

"I love her, Mom. I'd do anything for her. She makes me want to be a better person, to do my best at whatever I choose to do. She makes me laugh, she intrigued me from the moment I saw her…and I hadn't even spoken to her at that point. I never thought I'd see her again…and then she shows up in my dance class at Carmel. I teased her and pressed her buttons until she let me in enough to get to know the real Holly. I wouldn't have given her that promise ring if I wasn't serious about her."

"She seems rather insecure about your relationship, if you ask me. You don't need to be with a dancer, Dominic. You need to be with someone who has a good head on their shoulders."

"She does! She's incredibly talented, incredibly smart. If you would meet her before judging her, you'd know that. Doesn't my happiness mean anything to you?"

"Of course, it does," Susan countered. "I want you to be happy…but I also don't want you to have to worry about how much longer you'll be able to have a career."

"I've been looking into other options, but my first choice is dance. I auditioned for Juilliard, Mom. Juilliard."

"I know."

"No, you don't. I'm sorry that you felt that you couldn't pursue your dream, but I don't feel that way. Holly is the one I choose to be with. I don't want anyone else."

"You say that now. You're young, Dominic."

"I don't care. I know being with her is right. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it work."

"Even if that means staying here in Ohio while she finishes school?"

"No! Holly wouldn't let me, no matter how much she doesn't want to be so far away from me. She knows, she understands, what New York…what Juilliard…means to me. She'd probably buy me a plane ticket and put me on the plane to New York herself is she had to."

"That sounds like Holly," Anthony agreed, with Penelope nodding silently beside him.

"She didn't give you her necklace back, did she?" Penelope questioned when both Susan and Anthony were silently thinking.

Confused by his step-mother's question, Dominic shook his head.

"No. She was still wearing that when she stormed off. She always wears it."

"What necklace?" Susan wondered.

"I was at the mall with Melina and Liv one day, when I saw a necklace that reminded me of Holly. It's nothing fancy, just a ballet toe shoes charm on a chain. When I gave it to her, she seemed surprised, so I teasingly told her I could always take it back. She told me I shouldn't dare to even try. That necklace was also how Nell recognized her the day she surprised me by showing up here."

"She puts him in his place quite often, too," Penelope offered with a small smile for her step-son.

"Which is generally done in French," Dominic added, returning his step-mother's smile. "It's certainly helped me pick up the language faster. I wasn't left with much of a choice."

Watching and listening to Dominic talk about Holly, Susan found herself more and more inclined to believe Penelope and Anthony when they said Dominic had found his match. She realized she made a mistake and found herself wanting to meet this girl.

"I'm sorry, Dominic," Susan said, inserting herself back into the conversation. "I just want you to be happy, you know that, right?"

"I want to believe that," Dominic answered. "Holly makes me happy, Mom. Just give her a chance. If she gives me another one, that is."

"I'm sure she will," Penelope added. "She loves you, too, sweetheart. You know how she is; you affectionately call her drama queen."

"She is a drama queen, but she keeps things interesting."


As Dominic talked with his parents across town, Holly was doing the same with hers.

"Holly, be reasonable," Sara tried, earning a snicker of amusement from her husband.

"I think you need to remember which child you're talking to, dear," Nick reminded her, making Holly smile a little.

"I understand why you'd feel insecure," Sara tried again. "I just would like for you think things through some more before making rash decisions. You want to be with Dominic, and Dominic wants to be with you. You won over his father and step-mother pretty quickly."

"They don't think I'm some air-headed girl who will let Dominic do whatever he wants, no questions asked."

"Did Dominic say that's what she thought?" Nick questioned.

"Well, no," Holly admitted. "He actually said she thought he needed someone with a good head on their shoulders."

"Do you really think that doesn't describe you?" Sara asked her daughter.

Holly closed her eyes as she shrugged. When she opened them, both of her parents could see she was fighting back tears as she spoke.

"Some days I still think I'm that stupid teenage girl who hurt you both so much, who was always put down, told the thing she loved most was stupid. I don't want to be that girl. I want to go to college, whether I pursue nursing or dance, and have a career. I have goals. I'm not an airhead. I thought I was done being judged before being given the chance to show who I really am."

"I'm afraid that doesn't exactly go away, sweetheart," Nick told her softly as he hugged her tightly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Your mom, brother, and I will always believe in you. So will Dominic. You two will inevitably fight, I don't know of a couple who doesn't, but at the end of the day, you still love each other and want to make your relationship work."

"You also did a very adult thing by putting your feelings about Dominic moving to New York aside to go there and support him," Sara added. "We're both very proud of you for that. I'm sure it meant a lot to Dominic, too."

"He probably hates me right now. I gave him back my promise ring," Holly revealed.

Reaching over to the nightstand where Holly's phone lay, Nick picked it up and handed it to her.

"Call Dominic," he encouraged. "I'm sure he'll understand and you'll have your ring back in no time."

As Holly contemplated her father's words, Sara exchanged a look with him before speaking again.

"If you decide to see him tonight, you have our permission to stay with him…so long as it's okay with his parents, too."

"Show her the girl those who love you know was always inside you," Nick added.

Holly brushed away the tears she'd let fall before hugging both of her parents.

"I love you both, you know that, right?"

"We do, honey," Sara reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing up. "Now, call Dominic. I have a feeling you won't wait long for a response."

After watching her parents leave the room, Holly opened her phone and pressed the speed dial number that would connect her with the boy she loved. Her father was right, she didn't have to wait long for a response.

"Holly?" Dominic answered.

"I'm sorry for being such a drama queen," Holly responded.


Later that night, as Susan, Anthony, and Penelope talked in the living room, they were all surprised to hear the doorbell ring. What surprised them even more was Dominic calling that he'd get it.

"Is that Holly?" Susan guessed.

"Most likely," Penelope confirmed as she stood and began to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

"To spy on them," Anthony answered, earning an annoyed look from his wife.

"It's not spying. I'd simply like Susan to see what I'm talking about."

"You might as well follow her, she's not taking no for an answer," Anthony told his ex.

Susan smiled a little as she followed Penelope around the corner.


"Hi. My name is Holly Nicole Evans. My boyfriend affectionately refers to me as 'drama queen'. I'm beginning to see he was right, but I'm afraid I can't change that and I hope he can live with that because I can't live without him."

Dominic chuckled as he listened to Holly's little speech.

"How long did you rehearse that?" he asked, smiling at her.

"I just thought of it while I was waiting for you to answer the door," Holly answered, returning Dominic's smile.

"You're missing a piece of jewelry."

"I am. You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"

"I do, in fact."

"What kind of reward can I offer you to get it back?"

"Well…that depends on how badly you want it back."

Instead of responding to Dominic with words, Holly slid her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. Thrilled, and still slightly unbelieving, that Holly was here, Dominic slid his arms around her waist as he returned her kiss.

Once they ended the kiss and Holly was standing flat on her feet again, Dominic pulled her ring out of his pocket. Taking her hand, he slid it back onto her finger.

"Please don't take this off every time we fight. I gave this to you for a reason…and it hurt that you took it off, that you felt like I didn't mean what I told you when I gave it to you."

Holly looked down as she spoke.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking rationally, and I immediately regretted it."

"If you feel like you're not ready for that type of commitment, you need to tell me now."

"Don't be stupid," Holly told him, looking up at him with tears forming in her eyes. "I'm just still trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone loves me that much. I mean, I know my parents love me, and Liam does, too, even though we annoy each other most of the time. They're family, though. I was a big pile of self-doubt when I transferred to Carmel. I'm not as strong as my cousin; I didn't inherit all of those tough Corcoran genes. I didn't believe I was worthy of love."

"Holly."

"Just let me finish," Holly demanded through her tears. "Then I met you, and even though you drove me crazy most of the time, you made me laugh and smile…you made me feel like it was okay to be myself. You didn't criticize me for speaking French instead of English, even though I know you couldn't always understand me. You get a kick out of my dramatics and just tell me I'm being a drama queen instead of rolling your eyes at me. I'm still kind of learning who this new version of myself is…and it's scary."

"I don't want you to ever feel like you can't be yourself."

"You never have."

"I want you to meet my Mom. I want her to see what I see. What my dad and Nell see, what my siblings see. Liv even told me I better not have done anything to make you mad at me or she'd hurt me."

Holly giggled through her tears at Dominic's words.

"She's fourteen, and she's tiny. I'm not sure what she could do to you."

"She might look tiny, but she still hits really hard."

Holly laughed as she hugged him.

"I'll protect you," she promised, doing her best to contain her laughter.

"Sure, you will."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Penelope said as she walked up to the newly reunited couple, "but it's rather cold outside and I'd hate for either of you get sick. Plus you're making it cold in here."

"Sorry," Dominic apologized as he turned to step into the house, pulling Holly with him. Noticing his mother standing a few feet away from his step-mother, Dominic turned to her as he spoke again.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend, Holly. Holl, this is my mom, Susan."

"It's nice to finally meet you," Susan began. "I've heard a lot about you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Holly responded politely, unsure what else to say.

"I'm sure you two want to be alone, so I won't keep you long, but I was hoping we could chat for a little while."

"Um, sure," Holly agreed, looking up at her boyfriend with confusion in her eyes.

Keeping his arm around Holly's waist, Dominic began to walk with her, smiling when he felt her slide her arm around his waist as well.


"Did you finish your list?" Jesse asked as he walked into his girlfriend's room.

"I think so," Rachel answered. "I want you to look over it before I give it to my Mom."

"Of course, if you'll look over mine in return."

"Sure."

After exchanging their lists, Jesse and Rachel each took a few minutes to look over and think about the other's list.

"I think you have a solid list of people, Rach," Jesse told her, the first to speak. "As long as they all agree to this, that is. I was surprised you put Giselle on the list, though."

"I was trying to be objective," Rachel informed him. "Besides, she and I might not always see eye-to-eye, but we've started to find things we do agree on. It's a start."

"True."

"Do you think anyone will say no?"

"Honestly? I have no idea, but I doubt it. Are you thinking about talking to everyone together or each separately?"

"You mean as a group?" At Jesse's nod, Rachel continued. "I was thinking individually, but a group would probably work, too."

"We'll ask your Mom and Jack, since they have a say in this, too."

"Okay…but can we do that tomorrow? I haven't had you to myself in a while and I'd like to spend some time just the two of us."

"I was thinking the same thing," Jesse told her with a smile. "I picked out a musical and I added extra pillows and blankets to your bed. It's all ready for us to cuddle while we watch the movie."

"When did you do that?" Rachel wondered, turning to look at her bed.

"This afternoon, when you were out with your dads. I was also thinking we should complete our routines prior to beginning our movie. That way we don't have to worry about getting up once we're comfortable."

"I like the way you think."

Jesse flashed her a grin as he tugged on her hand to get her stand up.

"Of course, you do. I'm brilliant."

Rachel rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she laughed.

"Sometimes I wonder why I love you," she teased.

"Because we're perfect for each other," Jesse answered, still grinning.

"You're lucky I love you, you know. Not everyone would be willing to put up with that ego."

Jesse laughed as he leaned down to steal a kiss from Rachel.

"Maybe not, but you're not like everyone else, so that makes you especially qualified. We're talented and we know it, I don't see anything wrong with that."

Rachel beamed at him in the mirror as they began their routine.

"I don't, either," she agreed. "Are you going to tell me what musical you picked out?"

"You can guess," Jesse offered with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That's not fair. You know there are far too many musicals in our combined musical library for me to just outright guess."

"While I agree that we do have quite a vast collection of exceptional musicals, and there's nothing wrong with that, you should know me well enough to be able to think of ones I would be likely to pick."

"Are you challenging me?"

"Maybe. Are you up for it if I am?"

"I'm Rachel Berry, future Tony award-winning Broadway superstar. Of course, I'm up for the challenge."

"That's what I thought," Jesse confirmed with a wink, making Rachel laugh before she began to think about what musical her boyfriend could have chosen.


"Remind me again why I thought planning a wedding would be fun," Shelby requested with a sigh as she set down another wedding magazine.

Jack chuckled as he moved the pile of magazines Shelby had created from the bed onto a nearby desk.

"Because you were younger and less practical?" he tried, earning a laugh from his fiancée.

"That's probably true," Shelby agreed. "If it weren't for my family, I'd say let's just elope."

"You wouldn't like that, either," Jack reminded her.

Shelby sighed, knowing he was right.

"I don't want, nor do I need, a big wedding, either, though. I want us to have a nice ceremony, with those closest to us there, and a nice reception to follow. I don't need a ball gown-type dress."

Jack was silent for a few moments while he thought about what other options they might have. When he came up with an idea, he spoke again.

"What about a destination wedding? One of my old co-workers in New York did that. She had it at a resort, so no one had to go very far for any of it. Plus they got a vacation out of the deal."

"We just went to New York; I'm not sure how possible that is, although I do like it."

"It's something to think about."

"I'm not rejecting your idea, Jack. I actually really like it. I just don't want to put financial strain on anyone just for them to attend my wedding."

"I know," Jack reassured her. "I just want to marry you, Shel. I don't really care where it happens."

Shelby smiled at him as she nodded in agreement.

"I feel the same way. I know Rachel has been looking at dresses with Kurt. Whether that's for ideas for her future wedding to Jesse or for our wedding, I'm not sure."

"Probably both," Jack guessed.

Shelby laughed as she nodded again.

"That's very true. Thank you, by the way, for offering your apartment to my parents."

"I could see how much all of you missed each other. I needed someone to take over my lease in order to avoid paying a large fee, so they seemed like the best candidates. It lets them have their own space, while still remaining close to their children and grandchildren."

"I'm still wrapping my head around my nephew teaching my father to play Wii golf."

Jack laughed as he nodded in agreement.

"I think he just enjoys spending time with his grandson, and if that means learning his games, then that's what he'll do. I think I heard them listening to some classic rock the other day, too."

"He gave me suggestions for songs Vocal Adrenaline could perform."

"He did?" Jack asked with a laugh.

"Yes, he did," Shelby confirmed. "I probably shouldn't have been, but I was surprised how many songs I agreed with, or that I already had on my list."

"You're right, you shouldn't be surprised. You two have always shared a love of music, often sharing the same taste in it as well."

"I really do appreciate you giving them a place to live. It means a lot to me to have them here…and I know Sara feels the same way."

"I'd do anything for you," Jack promised. "Including making sure you get a decent night's sleep. I know you're tired, you were up early with Hiram this morning making breakfast for the kids, let's go to bed."

Too tired to argue, Shelby simply nodded, changing into the clothes she slept in before curling up with Jack and almost immediately falling asleep.