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A/N: You guys have been amazingly receptive and just great. Thank you so much.

Madison had spent the day directing her children's stuff to their respective rooms and setting up their beds and her own. That was as far as she got before it was their bedtime and she felt just exhausted.

The Twickham House. It was big, but she needed the room. The kids' five bedrooms and two bathrooms were on the second floor. One bathroom for the boys and one mainly for Kennedy, although she had already explained that Kennedy had to share sometimes.

The kitchen, her bedroom, her own bathroom, the dining room, and the living room were on the ground floor. The kitchen was rather large, but that was the only way Madison could have it.

The basement was furnished and contained a laundry room, a desk for Madison with her lap top, printer, fax, etc., and a rather large playroom that seemed small when all the kids were in it.

Her aunt had given her money that was only to be spent on a house of her choice. Luckily her Aunt Sue, rich widow that she was, had expected Madison to buy at least a small castle. Madison had enough money still in that account to pay for the painting and flooring she had already done to the house's interior and any other house bills, repairs, or improvements she would have to make over the next thirty years.

If Aunt Sue had ever seen the house she would immediately disapprove, but she would never visit. Madison knew that the only reason Aunt Sue helped her was to show her high society friends how generous and caring she was, even though Madison and the kids were her only relatives and she should at least care about them a little. For the short time Madison lived with Aunt Sue she had heard her talking to her friends multiple times.

Sue would subtly slip in a comment on one of her nieces or nephews or late brother and sister-in-law. Her guests would immediately call her an angel for so generously providing for the children. And then would come Sue's favorite part. The section of the conversation where Sue acted like the martyr by simply saying, 'Of course I provided for the kids. They're family." They're family. And yet Sue still couldn't remember their names.

And when the conversation topic decided to remain on the children's whereabouts, Sue would say that the kids were living in a secluded town in Connecticut. That with all the trauma she had decided that it would be best for them to get away. Madison had given up on trying to fight it. And truthfully she didn't care if Sue took the credit for anything. Who cares who the Hartford elite believe is responsible for the care of the kids.

Aunt Sue was Madison's legal guardian and the reason the state of Connecticut had let Madison keep her kids. Aunt Sue had a great lawyer who she paid accordingly. Madison liked things simple, but of course with five kids they never were. She would be driving to Hartford everyday (license gift of Aunt Sue's lawyer). Madison sometimes wondered how Mr. Monken, the lawyer, could twist everything around, but then remembered that his paycheck and Aunt Sue's willingness to provide any funds that he needed probably helped him with the twisting.

So far Madison would be starting school at Chilton, a private school in Hartford that had recently founded an amazing culinary wing. She would be starting at the middle of the school year, but she had been told that she was ahead of the rest of her new classmates. This was due to the fact that Madison had been attending a prestigious private school and then had been home schooled when her parents had died and she needed to look after her siblings.

The kids would be starting daycare in Stars hollow. She had tried to find a nice, but affordable place. What she had found was a daycare run by a Miss Patty and Mrs. Lulu James at a dance studio that was never occupied during the day due to dancers all attending school. Her parent's money had provided for a new car to drive them all every morning. Madison had a jeep custom made to contain three rows of seats. Two in the front, two in the second row, and three in the third. Her kids all sat in car seats in the back.

Madison hated relying on her aunt for money, but the house was all she had accepted so far and truthfully she really did need it. Madison had money, but she new a lot was gone due to diapers and formula for the five babes. She needed to try to cut back for the future. They were always growing out of their clothes and were eating more and more every day. It was expensive to feed five mouths.

Most of her parent's money was gone due to medical bills after the car crash to try to save them. Both underwent massive surgeries, but none were effective. Madison was shocked to find how fast an account was empty when their was no money entering it. She would hopefully be able to hold a job at the Dragonfly Inn as an assistant chef. She loved the work of Sookie St. James and already loved the look and feel, the vibe if you will, of the inn after her one visit.

One week of down time to unpack and get everything in order before school, daycare, and work started up. One week.

A/N: Challenge for all you reviewers (well, really just something that's been bothering me): if you have a number in your name, why? What made you choose that number? Meaningful, random, funny story, etc.