Pointless thing called a disclaimer: Not mine. Get it, got it, good.
Interesting thing called an Author's Note: Here it is, like I promised you, after I got thirty reviews I'm giving this to you. Now it really is Christmas in December. (If you want to know what the hell I'm talking about read the Author's notes in Secrets, and while you're at it read Secrets, then review it why doncha? I'm still working a many stories, not to mention beta reading things for my friends. If anyone needs a beta reader just e-mail me what you want edited, and tell me that you want it edited. (I'm kinda stupid when I'm tired and I check my mail in the morning and at night.) I think I mighta been a little pissed off when I wrote this chapter because I took the swearing a little overboard, it's in the first paragraph(I think) but that's the only time. Also, if anyone can tell me a little detail that I messed up please let me know(now you'll pick out every little thing wrong with this) and I'll give you chapter four early, Only rules are you have to review chapter four on the site anyway and you have to e-mail the error to me, not in a review, if it's in the review then you're out. The error is really something that I'm just to lazy to go and fix. Also if anyone can guess what Brooke and Hank's wedding song is will also get chapter four early. Only rules are (See above) and I know that having Brooke starting her freshman year of college (The word help guy is shunning me too!!!!!! (Please don't ask)) and Hank in his senior year is wrong because when Val's a junior Brooke's in 7th grade and Val's a senior Brooke's in 8th and, well you get the idea. It started out that way but I changed it. Don't comment on it. (Now the little word help guy is shaking his head at me. Maybe I should get some foolgers coffee. ::Just remembered I don't like coffee:: Word help guy had an idea, now he's a rubric's (Whatever the hell that little box thing where you match colors is, He really is). Also in my little mind Hank and Tyler are 22 and Jamie, Caitie, and Val are all 21. If you want to know my logic please ask but have advil ready because you will probably get a headache trying to understand me.
Nice thing called a dedication: To the best beta readers in the order that started betaing for me. Hil, KT, and Laura. And Angie if she ever reads this. Your comments on the pages are more interesting than my story at times.
Chapter Three
"Val, sit down." Said Tyler patiently a half hour later. Lindsey had fallen asleep in a chair which was the perfect size for her, twenty minutes ago. Tyler had taken charge of the situation. Val had been grateful for him. Jamie and Caitie had come home just as Val and Tyler were pulling out of the driveway.
"How can I sit? We've been here for half an hour and the fucking doctors won't tell us anything."
"I'll be right back." Said Tyler. He stood up and walked out of the waiting room. The room was empty except for a few chairs and a TV on low volume turned to some lifetime original movie. The room was painted a pale yellow and had blue-gray carpet. Jamie calmly stood up and put an arm around Val's shoulders and steered her toward a chair. He slipped the blanket he had on off his shoulders and around Val's. Caitie's hair was stringy from being on Jamie's bike when it had started to rain. Both she and Jamie were soaked and they didn't have time to change before they came to the hospital. It wouldn't have made much of a difference because the rain was coming down so hard that they would be drenched is five seconds. The storm had actually stopped for awhile, but it had just started to rain harder a half hour later.
"Val, we don't even know how bad the accident was." Said Caitie patiently, hoping that it wasn't bad.
"Caitie. You didn't live through almost this exact same thing exactly one month ago!" Screamed Val, obviously upset.
"Val, one month ago one of my best friends died." Said Caitie quietly, referring to Kain.
"He was my husband." Val blinked away tears that threatened to fall. "Why won't the damn doctors tell us anything. And why is it taking so long for my parents to get here?" Val's sadness turned to anger. The doctors wouldn't tell them anything until Val's parents got there.
It was driving her crazy.
"Sorry I took so long." Said Tyler when he came back into the room.
"Where'd you go?" Asked Jamie.
"I called William to come and get Lindsey. She shouldn't be here right now. She's too young to wait for very long and I'd rather she be with my parents right now."
"It's understandable." Said Val. William was there ten minutes later and Tyler woke Lindsey up to go with him.
"Lindsey. Grandpa's here to take you home." Whispered Tyler, gently shaking her shoulder. It took a few more minutes of Tyler trying to wake her up before she even remotely opened her eyes.
"Have you been told anything yet?" William directed his question to Val.
"No, all we know is that Brooke and Hank were in a car accident. Hank's dad is at a presentation for the hospital and we can't get through to him and they won't tell us anything until my parents get here." Complained Val. She had somehow managed to stay composed. Tyler made the mistake of locking eyes with her for a split second while Lindsey looked for her blanket. He saw anger, and hurt.
"Grandpa, can we have ice cream when we get home?" Something Lindsey said struck Jamie as funny and he had to laugh. Caitie lightly hit his arm.
"Sorry. You don't look like a grandfather." Explained Jamie.
Lindsey tugged at William's shirt again. "Can we have ice cream when we get home?"
"I don't think-" William started to say.
"Sure. I think it would be okay just this once." Interrupted Tyler.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Asked William.
"Yes, I think it's a great idea. She's my daughter and I can spoil her if I want to. It's not even nine o-clock yet and it's just a bowl of ice cream."
"Tyler." Warned William.
"I don't see the problem with a bowl of ice cream, let her have it. I'm her father."
"Daddy, Grandpa. Stop fighting. I don't like it." Said Lindsey.
"Sorry baby, you can have ice cream when you get to Grandpa's house, I'm sure it won't be a problem." Tyler directed the last part of his sentence toward William.
"Ready?" Said William. Lindsey ran to Tyler and gave him a hug.
"I love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, Princess. Be good." Tyler kissed the top of her head and William and Lindsey left.
"Does anyone have a cell phone?" Asked Val nervously jumping up to pace again. "I need to call my Mom and Dad and see how far away they are." Tyler silently handed her his phone. "Mom, where are you?" Demanded Val a few seconds later. Val was quiet while her mom answered and then she hung up the phone.
"How far?" Asked Jamie.
"Still ten minutes away. Why won't they tell us anything about Brooke or Hank? I'm immediate family god damn it." Val leaned against the wall and let herself slide into a sitting position. Caitie moved to sit next to Val and rested her hand on her shoulder.
"Your parents will be here soon, then we'll know something."
"God, at least with Kain I knew." They sat silently until Val's parents walked into the room. Val jumped up. "Mom, thank God you're here." Val's mom reached out and wrapped her daughter in a hug.
"Do we know anything?"
"No. They wouldn't tell us anything until you and Dad got here. You're supposed to have the information desk page Dr. Johnson." Val's Mom went up to the desk and had a short conversation with the secretary.
"Daddy." Said Val allowing herself to cry for the first time since she had arrived at the hospital.
"It'll be okay sweetie. I promise." He said giving Val a hug and letting her cry on his shoulder.
"Mr. And Mrs. Lanier. I'm Dr. Johnson. The accident wasn't the worst it could be." He started to say.
Val turned to face the doctor. "You let us wait for almost an hour just to tell us that they're not the worst they could be!" Screamed Val, holding her hands up as if she was about to wring his neck. She probably would have too if Caitie hadn't appeared by her side when she did
"Val, calm down. Let him talk." Said Caitie. She lightly rested her hand on Val's shoulder. "Then you can bitch at him or attempt to murder him, whichever seems appropriate, or maybe both."
"Hank and Brooke have minor injuries and we're keeping them here overnight for observations. They can go home tomorrow. Hank has a concussion and Brooke has a broken arm."
"Can we see them?" Asked their dad.
"Yes. Of course." Dr. Johnson looked at his chart. "Brooke's in room 203 and Hank's in room 210." Tyler, Jamie, and Caitie went to visit Hank while Val and her parents visited Brooke. Brooke was sitting up in bed and watching an old movie on TV. Her right arm was in a white plaster cast.
"Hey Sweetie, how are you?" Asked her mom.
"I'm fine. Where's Hank?!" Asked Brooke anxiously.
"He's in room 210. How's your arm?" Asked Val.
"It hurts and I've got a headache but I'd rather see Hank right now." Said Brooke brushing off her parent's concern for her.
"What happened?" Asked her dad.
"I remember stopping at a red light then getting hit. The doctor told me that the paramedic told him that the driver tried to stop his car in time and if the roads hadn't have been wet he would have stopped in time. It wouldn't have been so bad if we hadn't of hit a stop sign. I want to go and see Hank." Said Brooke standing up.
"Alright." Agreed her mom after thinking it over and seeing that Brooke would go anyway. The four of them went down the hall to where Hank was. Tyler was sitting in a chair a few feet away from Hank's bed, Jamie was leaning against the wall and Caitie was resting her head on his shoulder. Hank was sitting up in bed, propped up on pillows. The only sign of the accident was the bandage above Hank's eye where he had gotten cut with glass from the windshield. He also had a cut on his arm. Other than that he just had bruises and scrapes.
When Tyler saw Brooke enter the room he immediately gave her his chair. "Hey." Said Hank. "I would have come to you but Tyler and Jamie refused to let me move."
"It's fine. And we would have been fine if the city hadn't put that stop sign where they did." Grumbled Brooke.
"We're not that bad off. Just a few bumps and bruises. Speaking of bumps that looks like it hurt." Hank let his gaze land on Brooke's arm.
"You're the one going to med school in a year. You know that a broken arm hurts." Joked Brooke.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Teased Hank.
"I've got a better idea." Brooke stood up and leaned in to kiss him.
"I like the way you think." Replied Hank.
Caitie cleared her throat. "Lets give the love birds some time alone." They quickly left the room.
"Brooke, do you want us to stay here overnight?" Asked her dad.
"Daddy, I'm eighteen. I'll be fine here with Hank." Protested Brooke.
"That's why I want to stay." Mr. Lanier gave his daughter a kiss on the head and stationed himself by the door.
"Mom, do something." Begged Brooke. Mrs. Lanier had to practically shove her husband out the door.
"Steve, let them be alone. We'll be here tomorrow morning to pick them up."
"But-" He started to protest.
"No. We're leaving." She shut the door behind them.
"Brooke, did you happen to ask how Val was. I feel kinda bad because I didn't."
"She's holding up. I just hope that she can make it through the ceremony without breaking down too much."
"Maybe we should postpone the ceremony for a month or two." Suggested Hank carefully after a few minutes of quiet.
"You don't want to marry me?" Asked Brooke quietly. Hank could tell that he'd accidentally upset her.
"Yes, I do. More than anything I want to marry you as soon as I can."
"Why postpone the wedding then?"
"Well, Val's having a hard time and all. Plus the accident." Hank weakly attempted to explain his reasoning.
"Tell me honestly. Do you really want to postpone the wedding or are you just nervous?"
"I'm not nervous about marrying you." Replied Hank. Brooke couldn't stop a look of disappointment from crossing her face. "And no, I don't want to postpone the wedding. This is something my Mom told me and now I'm telling you. You're only nervous when you're not sure of something, and I've never been more positive about wanting to marry you. I've never been more positive about anything. I know that this is what I want to do. No, I'm not nervous and no I don't want to postpone the wedding."
"Good. Because I wasn't going to postpone it anyway. It would be hard without you there so I'm glad we're in this together."
"So, no major change of plans." Asked Hank. His face broke into a grin.
"Right." Confirmed Brooke. Her smile matched his right before their lips met in a kiss.
* * *
"Brooke. You'd better get up." Hank was leaning over Brooke's bed. He gently shook her shoulder. Hank was wearing the same thing as he had the night before.
"I'm up." Brooke mumbled. She cracked her eyes open slightly and rolled over onto her good arm. "Never mind. I'm not." She flopped back onto her back and buried her head under her blankets.
"Brooke. It's nine thirty. You have half an hour to get up and get ready." Said Hank looking at his watch. "Besides, do you want me to get bored waiting for you?"
"Why didn't you tell me the time sooner?" Demanded Brooke throwing the blankets off.
"I've been here two minutes and you've been aware of the time for one and a half of them." Pointed out Hank.
"Excuse me. What are you doing in Ms. Lanier's room?" Asked an orderly with a breakfast tray.
"He's a patient here too. Leave the tray for room 210 in here. I want to have breakfast with my fiancée." The orderly complied and left both trays. Brooke immediately pushed hers aside. "I'll be back." She disappeared into the bathroom.
She came out wearing the same thing she had the night before and a towel on her head. She quickly dried her hair and brushed it out.
"You look beautiful." Said Hank.
"Yes, you can have my breakfast. I have no idea how you can eat in the mornings, especially hospital food. I can't."
"I love you." Said Hank, thanking her.
"I love you too. Now eat. I want to get out of here." Hank finished eating and he turned on the TV in Brooke's room.
"You ready to get out of here?" Asked Mrs. Lanier ten minutes later.
"You bet." Said Hank.
"What took you so long?" Complained Brooke. "I hate hospitals."
"It's only nine thirty." Protested her Mom.
Brooke glared at Hank. "You told me it was nine thirty a half an hour ago." She faked anger toward Hank.
"It got you out of bed, didn't it?"
"Not very nice." Brooke poked Hank in the chest. "Where's Dad?" Asked Brooke realizing for the first time that he wasn't there.
"Signing you out." Stated Brooke's mom. "Hank, your Dad called last night. I gave him a full report and told him you'd be home today and that you were fine but he still insisted on flying back early. His plane will be here in an hour, he's coming to our house as soon as possible."
"He didn't have to cut his trip short because of me." Said Hank who was secretly pleased.
"He was beyond being talked out of it. Lets go, your father should be done by now."
* * *
"You're home." Said Val when Brooke and Hank walked into the living room. Val was talking to Hank's dad.
"Hi dad. You didn't have to come." Said Hank. He slipped his arm around Brooke's shoulder.
"Yes I did. My son and future daughter in law get in a car accident and you expect me not to come? I don't think so. I just regret not being able to get on an earlier flight."
"It's fine." Said Brooke interrupting. "You're here now. Anyone want some coffee? I'll make it." Brooke went into the kitchen and put everything into the coffee maker and came back into the living room. "The coffee should be done in about ten minutes."
"Are you aware of the fact that you didn't ask any of us if we wanted coffee in the first place?" Asked Val, somewhat amused.
"I didn't think I had to. Everyone in this room has serious caffeine addictions and I wouldn't want to deprive you of anything."
"I shouldn't have caffeine right now, it's not good for the baby." Replied Val.
"Where are Jamie and Caitie?" Asked Hank when everyone had their coffee. "They haven't been around much."
"They and Tyler took Lindsey to a movie." Replied Mrs. Lanier. "They should be back in about an hour."
"Good." Said Brooke taking a sip of her coffee. "When they get back we need to talk about the rehearsal dinner. That's all that's left except for the actual ceremony."
"Brooke, honey. Don't you think that maybe you and Hank should postpone your wedding?" Suggested Mr. Lanier.
"Why?" Asked Brooke and Hank in unison.
"Well the accident." Said her father.
"We're both fine, and neither of us want to change our plans." Protested Brooke.
"Mr. Lanier. Neither of us see any reason to change out plans. If we did we'd have to postpone the wedding for at least half a year." Tried Hank.
"You and Brooke are still young. You have the rest of your lives to be married." Said Richard Beecham, Hank's dad.
"Mom, Dad. I'm on Hank and Brooke's side. They're both fine. The doctor even said so Mom. You can call the hospital and ask."
"Val." Warned her father.
"Dad. I'm not finished." Snapped Val. "Mr. Beecham, you are way off base. Yes, they have the rest of their lives to be married, but how long is the rest of their lives? I thought that Kain and I would have more time than what we did-" Tears were starting to form in Val's eyes. "-But I was wrong. Brooke and Hank are lucky to have what they have right now. Only they can know how much they mean to each other and it should be their decision on when they get married."
"Dad, If you don't agree with us getting married then we'll just elope." Threatened Brooke. "I know you think I'm too young to get married, but I also know that you want me to be happy."
"You're right that I want you to be happy. You also know that I'd prefer it if you waited a few years until you got married."
"Right now what would make me happiest would be walking down the aisle to Hank. And having you there to give me away." Brooke reached out and gave her father a hug.
"Alright, you win." Brooke kissed her father on the cheek and then gave Hank a kiss.
"I love you." Brooke told Hank.
"I love you too." Replied Hank.
"Val, thank you for sticking up for us." Said Brooke when their parents had left the room.
"I just said what I felt. Now, we've got the brides maids dresses, lets talk shoes." Suggested Val.
Hank sighed. "I'll let you two talk. My dad and I should get going."
"See you." Said Brooke, she managed to tear herself away from the shoe conversation long enough to give him a quick peck on the cheek. As if on cue Hank's dad came out of the kitchen and he and Hank left, leaving Brooke and Val discussing the heal size of the shoes they should get.
* * *
Brooke and Val were still sitting on the couch an hour later when Caitie and Jamie came home.
"We're back." Said Caitie.
"Is that all you can say?" Demanded Brooke. "I get out of the hospital and you're not even here." Brooke pouted.
"We're sorry, it's just that-" Caitie started to say, then she looked at Brooke's face. Her face was twisted between fake tears and laughter. The effect was so comical that Caitie had to laugh.
"Anyway, where's Jamie? I thought my mom said that you, him, and Tyler all took Lindsey to a movie?"
"I'm right behind you." Said Jamie, causing both Val and Brooke to turn around.
"So you are." Said Brooke. Lindsey was sitting on his shoulders. "Where's Tyler?"
"He's working today. We told him that we'd baby-sit Lindsey for the afternoon." Explained Jamie.
"I'm not a baby." Protested Lindsey. "I'm almost four years old." Lindsey held up four of her fingers proudly in front of Jamie's face. It was particularly funny because she was still on his shoulders.
"Well then, we told Tyler that we'd kid-sit you for the afternoon." Said Caitie reaching up to take Lindsey down. "Jamie, put the poor girl down, you're gonna drop her." Val and Brooke watched this exchange, amused.
"Is that so?" Taunted Jamie, he reached up and beat Caitie to Lindsey. He held her in his arms and tossed her up a few feet and caught her quickly.
"Higher." Said Lindsey. Jamie complied, tossing her up as high as he possible could. He caught her without a problem.
"Jamie, that's enough." Warned Caitie.
"Once more." Pleaded Lindsey. Jamie lifted her up and whispered something in her ear. She nodded energetically and her eyes lit up. Jamie tossed her up higher than he had before if it was possible, but this time he made no move to catch her as she landed on the couch.
"I wanna do that again." Demanded Lindsey.
"And I'm sure if Jamie had his way you would." Said Brooke. "But for some reason I don't think he will." Brooke looked over at Caitie, who looked like she was about to murder someone, Jamie being the target in question.
"No, he won't." Replied Caitie sweetly. "Lindsey, go wash your hands so we can bake cookies." Lindsey jumped of the couch and ran to the bathroom.
"Isn't it a little hot to bake?" Asked Brooke.
"Well, it was the only thing I could think of that Lindsey hasn't already done."
For the next two hours Caitie baked cookies while Jamie, Val, and Lindsey kept stealing the dough.
"Hey." Scolded Caitie. "There's raw egg in there, you'll make yourselves sick."
"But it's good." Whined Jamie.
"Yeah. Cookies are good too." Replied Caitie as if he was five years old. "And if you keep eating all the good dough you won't get any of the cookies I make. I'll keep all of them for myself." Threatened Caitie, she held up the wooden spoon she was using to drop the dough onto the cookie sheet like a sward. Jamie formed a circle with his thumb and pointer finger of both his hands and put it over his head like an angel's halo.
"That's a joke." Said Caitie stealing a glob of dough for herself.
"Hey!" Protested Val. "What happened to 'You'll get sick.' And 'There won't be enough dough left.'?"
"Deal with it. And go to the refrigerator and get the blue bowl, there's more in there. You can have this." Lindsey had been stirring the dough in the bowl. Not really listening to the conversation.
"You had extra dough the entire time and you yell at us for eating this?"
"Yep." Replied Caitie. She slid two cookie sheets into the oven and set the timer. "You don't think I'd let either of you near a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough without making more, do you?"
"Probably not." Agreed Val.
"Besides, it's fun to scold Jamie. He looks so cute when he's sorry." Caitie took a spoonful of cookie dough and fed it to Jamie.
"What happened to me not being allowed to eat any more dough?"
"It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind." Replied Val. Jamie was about to respond but was cut off by the oven timer. Another hour later they had not only three dozen chocolate chip cookies, but a plate of double fudge brownies with chocolate frosting at Lindsey's request.
"Lindsey, don't eat the frosting." Scolded Jamie.
"Why not?" She asked innocently.
Jamie thought her question over for a few seconds. Val didn't give him time to finish thinking before she answered for him. "Because he want's it all for himself."
"What's wrong with that?" Asked Jamie innocently. He took the spatula that was in the frosting and licked the frosting off.
"I hope you're not putting that spatula back in the frosting." Said Val. Jamie looked Val in the eye and slowly put the spatula back in the frosting and licked it off again.
"Men." Complained Val and Caitie.
"They keep all the chocolate to themselves." Caitie took the oven mitt that was resting on the counter and hit Jamie over the back of the head with it.
"Ouch." Winced Jamie. "No need to get violent."
"Well, there's no need to keep the chocolate for us either but that didn't stop you." Said Val. Caitie went over to a drawer and took out three spoons and gave one to Val. Got a spoonful of frosting for Lindsey and handed it to her. She and Val then took their turns taking a spoonful of frosting. For once Caitie had decided to be nice and actually left a spoonful of frosting for Jamie.
"When's Daddy coming home?" Asked Lindsey about an hour later. Caitie checked her watch.
"What time does Tyler get off work?" She hissed to Jamie.
"How should I know?" He hissed back.
"Why don't you go and watch cartoons for awhile and in an hour we can go and meet him then." Lindsey happily skipped off into the living room to watch TV.
"Caitie." Warned Val.
"What?" She asked innocently. "I have every intention of going down to the station today. You don't think I'd spend a whole week here without giving dear old Alex a heart attack do you?"
"Evil." Said Jamie, but he couldn't help grinning.
"You know you want to go." Teased Caitie.
"Yep." Replied Jamie smugly. "You know me so well. It's one of the reasons I love you so much."
"I thought it was my charming personality and my good looks?" Countered Caitie. She leaned in to kiss him and he met her half way. Val felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her as she watched the exchange between Jamie and Caitie. It reminded her of Kain and her. But instead of depressing her she smiled. Exactly one hour later Lindsey came back into the kitchen where Val, Caitie, and Jamie were still sitting.
"It's time to go." Lindsey informed them.
"How do you know?" Asked Caitie.
"I know how to tell time." She replied proudly. Caitie reluctantly got up and grabbed her car keys and mumbled something about overachievers and raising overachieving children. Jamie mumbled something in agreement. Val grabbed a plate of cookies that she decided to bring along with them. She figured the Brooke and Hank would appreciate it. Brooke was working and Hank had decided to go and bug Tyler.
"We brought homemade cookies." Called Caitie when they walked into the station. Tyler, Hank, Devin and David all jumped up at the words 'homemade cookies'. Tyler however passed over the plate of cookies and picked up Lindsey and swung her up so she was sitting on his shoulders.
"When are you coming home?" Asked Lindsey.
"I get off in ten minutes. Is that soon enough for you?" Tyler swung Lindsey down. Brooke quickly introduced Jamie and Caitie to Devin, Jessica, and David.
"And this is Lindsey." Said Tyler, gesturing to her.
"Is she like, your sister or something?" Asked David.
"So much for subtlety." Brooke whispered in Hank's ear. David wasn't exactly known for his tact.
"No, she's not my sister, she's my daughter." Said Tyler.
"Aren't you a little young to be a dad?" Asked Jessica, sounding surprised. "No offence, I don't mean to be rude or anything but you don't look old enough to have a daughter. How old are you anyway?"
"I'm not offended. And I'm twenty two. And honestly sometimes I think I am a little young to be a dad. But then I've gotten used to it over the past two years and I couldn't love Lindsey any more than I do now." Something Tyler said struck Val as odd but she couldn't point out what it was exactly. Just then the alarm rang and David, Jessica, and Devin rushed out of the room. Brooke started filing some papers and Jamie, Caitie, and Hank were talking to Alex who had appeared in the room when the alarm went off.
"Hey Alex. Val and I are gonna go take a walk. I'm gonna leave Lindsey here for a few minutes."
"We're going for a walk?" Asked Val.
"Yep." Replied Tyler. Val suddenly remembered what was bugging her. "Alex, watch Lindsey, please?"
"Tyler. I'm not a baby-sitter." Protested Alex.
"Thanks." Said Tyler ignoring Alex's protests and leaving the room before Alex could do anything to stop him. Val and Tyler walked in silence for a few minutes, They stopped at the corner where, when they were younger, Val and Brooke would go one way to their house and Tyler would go the other way. It was also where Tyler and Val had kissed for the first time.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Asked Val once they had stopped.
"What makes you think I wanted to talk to you?" Countered Tyler.
"I'm not sure." Admitted Val. "It's just that if you wanted to hang out we could have done that at the station. Also, if you didn't have something kinda serious to talk to me about you would have brought Lindsey with us. And speaking of Lindsey, I have to ask you something."
"I figured you would, and I do want to talk to you about Lindsey."
"You told me she was three, but you just said that you've only been a dad for two years."
"Yeah. That's right." Said Tyler. His voice didn't reveal anything.
"You have to tell me." Val reminded him. "I told you about Kain, and you said that when I did that you would tell me about Lindsey."
"I know, and that's what I want to talk to you about-" Tyler took a deep breath. "I adopted her."
Sorry Chapter two was so long BTW I just wanted to end it when I did but I kept adding things. I think this chapter was good. Two people who read this story threw it at me when they was done betaing it. (I have a little binder which gets passed on to my beta readers and Hil would have thrown it at me if she had either thought of it or was violent, However she is a passiveistic murderer (Again don't ask and if you have advil near by.) I'll post Chapter four when I get 45 reviews or a week from Monday, whichever comes first. Also please read my other story Secrets. Basic idea. Someone has a secret. Read the title, I'd say it basically says it all but then I wouldn't have the need for a story then. Here are a few words to live by:
1. Don't annoy the crazy person.
Don't annoy the pissed off person. Don't annoy the stressed out person. Don't piss off any of the above person. Don't stab yourself in the hand with a pen. Read and review all of my stories that have been mentioned in any of my author's notes. Stop reading this. Read "Secrets" Are you still reading this? You'd better stop and review this because (Word help guy is shunning me again, oh he likes me again) You won't see Chapter four unless you do. I might start threatening not to post another chapter of this unless I get a certain number of reviews for "Secrets" That's not a bad idea, You won't see chapter four of this unless (Word help guy fell asleep ::Turning music up really loud to rudely wake him up:: Help I think he's shrinking, Maybe I'd better call people from my story or Dr. Cale to help him. No they won't help, they're all too hot to do much help.) I get a total of 45 reviews for "ONBB" and 45 reviews for "Secrets" That's 15 (He woke up) more for "ONBB" and 3 for "Secrets" Only one person has to read "Secrets" then. Why the hell are you still reading this? Are you that bored? I am. Am I that interesting? No, I didn't think so. What's the word help guy with the really long name full of words that I don't know the meaning of because I'm not in AP and I'm too lazy to look them up that Hil gave him doing now He's either dead, frozen, bored, or dancing. Good song. Starts to sing ::Now that she's back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair:: Stops because everyone has left the the glass is all broken.