Author Note: Someone brought up that it may be a little early for Drea to call CJ 'mom'. I want to point out that CJ is really the only mom that Drea has ever known. I kind of imagine her referring to CJ as mom on and off in her head and now she can finally do it out loud. Does that make sense?

Anyway – here's the next chapter. It's brief. And you'll all hate me because I can't update for a little bit since I'm graduating from college on Sunday and have a lot of stuff to do between now and then. R/R!

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"Hey, Charlie," Zoey Young called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Have you heard from Josh?"

"No," Charlie called from his recliner in the living room.

Zoey got up and leaned against the doorframe, facing her husband, "It's just strange. I thought Drea's prelim was this morning. He always calls right after her races."

"Well, Zoey, they're in Italy. It's probably a little expensive to call all of us," Charlie explained, ever the logical one.

"Yeah," Zoey turned to go.

"Zo," he reached for her hand.

"Yeah," she replied, wrapping her fingers around his.

"If you're really curious, call your mom."

Smiling, Zoey leaned down for a kiss and then made her way to phone to dial her all-knowing mother.

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"Mom," Five-year-old Allison Patterson raced into the kitchen.

Donnatella Moss-Patterson finished the dish she was drying and turned to scoop her daughter into her arms, "What have I told you about running in the house?"

"I'm sorry, Mama, but- "

"No buts, young lady."

"Sorry, Mama."

Donna smiled and kissed her daughter on the nose, "That's ok, love. What's up?"

"Drea's race is up next!"

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Drea released Allison and followed her into their family room, where the television was already tuned to the channel that was carrying the Olympics.

"I tried, but you were too busy yelling at me," Allison defended herself.

Biting her lip to keep herself from smiling, Donna settled into the couch. "Never mind. Did you tell Daddy?"

And with that, Allison was off and running to find her father in his workshop.

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Across the world, Josh and CJ were nervously awaiting their daughter's entrance into the natatorium.

"They announced her race ten minutes ago, what's wrong?" Josh checked his watch one more time and whined to his wife.

"She's probably just double checking her blood sugar," CJ reassured her spastic husband.

"But she's never late coming onto the floor. I'm staring to get worried that they'll start without her."

CJ smirked, "And face your wrath? I'm not sure God would risk that."

Kissing the smirk off of her face, Josh was too busy to notice that they were paging over the loudspeaker.

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