A/N: Hey! Thanks soo much for reviewing. Sorry that some of you don't like the ages/number of years married. Like I said, this is just my info I made up. I know it's a little off, but I know what I'm going to do with them, and it works at those ages. LoL. Hope you like this chapter, and please review! Review after every chapter if you want-I never get tired of hearing from you! A/N cont: One more thing-sorry if this chapter, about half way through, starts sounding weird: When I was about half way done typing, we got news that a family member passed away. I'll keep typing these up, but don't be too hard on me!

"I love Saturdays." Lucy Kinkirk said happily and she plopped down next to her husband, Kevin, on the sofa. He smiled at her.

"I do too." He said, kissing her on the cheek.

"It's great. Normally it's just Maggie and I at home alone. It's good that we get to spend time with you over the weekend. Sunday, I'm up preaching at the church a lot, then all week you're up at the station. Saturdays are good--calm." She turned he body and layed across Kevin's lap. He stroked her hair softly.

"Yeah. Is Maggie taking her nap?" He asked of their just-turned-one year old.

"She's out. She was tired after playing all day long." Lucy answered. "She'll be getting up soon though."

"It'll be fun once she can talk." Kevin said.

"She CAN talk!" Lucy said defensively of her baby.

"She can say like two words, Luce."

"Hey, that's talking." She said with a laugh. "She'll be talking soon enough. Ella was talking at one and a half. Just six months left." Kevin smiled and kissed Lucy again on the cheek.

As if on a timer, the cry of a baby rang out throughout the one-story house. Lucy smiled and got up.

"Like clock-work." She said. She walked down the hall to her daughter's room. When she walked in the door, Maggie was standing up in her crib, holding onto the bars. She smiled when she saw her mother.
"Hey Maggie-poo!" She said and picked up the little girl. Maggie laughed as her mother picked her up and danced with her out of the room.

a/n: this is where it might start getting odd, this is where we got the news of the passing.

As soon as Maggie saw her father, she began to wiggle to get down. When Lucy set her down, the little girl carefully toddled over to her dad, falling twice in the process. A wide smile spread across her little face when she reached her father and he held his arms out to her, lifting her on to his lap.

"How did you sleep, my dear?" He asked her. He smiled. "Oh that's good. I'm glad that you slept well. Have any dreams? Oh! A giant snail was chasing you? I'm sorry." Lucy laughed at her husband's fake conversation with their daughter.

"Kev? It's a nice day. Do you want to go with me to take the baby up to the park for a bit?" She asked.

"That sounds like fun." Kevin told her.

"I'll get the stroller." Lucy said. She came back a moment later pushing Maggie's stroller. They buckled her in, and were off to the park.