January 20th, 2010

Dave rubbed his eyes as he looked over a patient's chart. Lyric watched him. She sat in a chair and crossed her leg.

"What's the patient's name?" Lyric asked. Dave looked at her and then back down at the chart.

"Tanya Mitchell." He said.

"You're having trouble with her case aren't you?" Lyric asked.

"Just a tad." Dave said. Lyric held out her hand.

"Let me look at her chart." She smiled. Dave handed the chart over to Lyric with a smirk. She was so cute sometimes.

"She's having shortness of breath and a slight fever." Dave said, "She doesn't have history of any heart troubles, but that's what she's complaining of. I'm just confused. She's a non-smoker, extremely healthy, there's so reason for her to be having heart troubles." Lyric sighed flipping through the chart. Dave chuckled. She looked so grown up as she looked over it. A small smile came across her face.

"You have her med records?" Lyric asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, they were just faxed over to me." Dave got up and picked up the pile.

"Check to see if she had a small pox vaccine around 2002 or 2003." Lyric said. Dave looked at his daughter oddly. She rolled her eyes. "In early 2003 when all those terrorist things were going on you know the small pox vaccine were given to people. It was found in some people with heart troubles, history of heart troubles, or something along those lines, heart attacks and heart failure would be induced."

"You weren't even born then." Dave said. Lyric smiled.

"I read medical journals." She said.

"Me too." Dave muttered as he flipped through the chart, "Yeah right here. January 31st, 2003 she received a small pox vaccine."

"There's your culprit." She said, "You should send her to County. They have a good cardiovascular system there." Dave nodded.

"I used to work there remember." He said.

"Oh yeah." She smiled, "Have fun telling her." Lyric jumped off the chair and ran out of the office. Dave shook his head. His almost-seven-year-old had solved this case before he did.

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Dave walked into the house after he closed the clinic. He was happy Lyric had caught that earlier case or he would have to be dealing with the medical examiner's office. He waked into Daisy's bedroom. Dixie was curled up by her crib. Daisy wasn't asleep yet.

"Hey Pumpkin." He smiled. Daisy's blue eyes sparkled.

"Hi Daddy." She smiled. "Miss you."

"Missed you too." He leaned over the crib and kissed her cheek, "You go to sleep and I'll make pancakes tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Daisy curled up in her blanket. Dave chuckled as he walked out and into his bedroom. Randi was flipping through some folders.

"Did your daughter tell you what she did?" Dave asked.

"Which one? I have four don't forget." Randi asked as she looked up from her folder. Dave chuckled as he got undressed.

"I mean Lyric." Dave said.

"No, she didn't. What did she do?" Randi asked.

"She solved a case for me." Dave chuckled, "I was having a brain fart and Lyric looked over a case for me and she got it right."

"Did she?" Randi smiled at her husband.

"She's smarter than I thought, I guess." Dave chuckled.

"Maybe we should find a biology club or something." Randi said, "You think Columbia has any they'll let her in?"

"I don't know. I'll check it out in the morning, but I need some sleep right now." Dave crawled into bed. Randi chuckled as she put her folders down.

"All right." She said kissing Dave's cheek softly. "Sleep tight, Sweetheart and maybe tomorrow you can diagnose your own cases." Randi chuckled. Dave smiled as he shut the light off.

"I hope so." He said as he closed his eyes. Randi cuddled into her husband. Dave sighed. It was a little weird to have his daughter be so smart for Dave, but who cares. He had four wonderful girls. Maybe it was time to start about number five.

February 5th, 2010

They had just celebrated Ireland's eighth birthday. It was so wild actually having her turn eight. She was so much more grown up than another other eight-year-old that Randi and Dave knew. That kind of scared them. Both her and Lyric were entering Junior High School in the fall. They couldn't believe it. Today, Randi had a meeting with Misty. They were going to talk about the business.

"Okay, here's some tea." She said as she sat at the table with Misty.

"Thanks." She said putting some sugar in the cup, "House is quiet."

"Dave is at work, the girls are at school, and Daisy is in the living room napping." Randi said, "So how does that look?"

"Very good." She said, "I love the new logo you came up with."

"Thanks. I figured M&M would sue us if we spelled out the and and funked up the font." Randi smiled sipping the tea.

"I was thinking we should make some more special sized clothes." Misty said to Randi, "Like plus size, petite, and maternity. We have a lot now, but we need more." Randi nodded.

"Agreed." She said pushing a folder to Misty, "Here are things you need to sign. You can have your lawyer look at them."

"That wont be necessary." Misty smiled, "Everything is fitting into place. Steve found a place down town that would be perfect for the restaurant."

"Good. Dave is going to love to have Steve in town." Randi said.

"Oh. I think Sailor will be happy her boyfriend will be in town too." Misty snickered as a soft piano playing came into the kitchen. Misty looked up, "Old Macdonald. It's pretty good." Randi stood up.

"Yeah it is." She walked out of the kitchen and to the living room. Randi saw a little red head sitting at the piano pressing her fingers to the keys. She smiled softly, "Daisy, are you playing?"

"Yeah." She said. Randi sat next to her watching her fingers move across the keys. Misty walked into the living room.

"Is she really doing that?" She asked. Randi nodded.

"Yes." She said, "Who showed you how to play this song?"

"Wandsie." Daisy said still playing the song. Randi chuckled softly.

"Ireland showed her." Randi smiled looking at her youngest child, "Can you play this song?" Randi started to play twinkle twinkle little star. Daisy's blue eyes sparkled as she watched her mother, "There."

"Kay." Daisy said. She immediately began to play the song just as Randi had showed her. Randi's jaw dropped as she looked at Misty.

"Do you hear this?" Randi asked.

"It's amazing, Randi." Misty smiled watching the baby.

"Daisy is not potty trained, but yet she can play the piano." Randi chuckled watching the almost-sixteen month old.

"Pitty?" Daisy looked up at her mother as she pushed her red curls off of her face. Randi nodded.

"Extremely pretty, Daisy." She said getting up and going to the CD player. She pulled out on of her classical CDs. "Here. You can put this on in Ireland's player and listen to it. When you can play the songs, I will get a better piano in here." Daisy jumped off of the bench and grabbed the CD. She immediately ran out of the room.

"I can't believe she's only fifteen months old, Randi." Misty said.

"I'm in shock." she said.

"You may have the next Beethoven on your hands here." Misty smiled. Randi shook her head as she ran her hand through her hair.

"Dave is going to flip. None of us are musical." She said.

"Daisy is now." Misty smiled. "I signed the papers."

"You did?" Randi asked. Misty nodded.

"I want to be in business with you, Randi." She said, "I love your business attitude and your designs. There's no need to hesitate." Randi smiled as she hugged her new friend. Today couldn't be better. She was expanding her business and her daughter had amazed her once again. She was a happy mother.

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