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Why?

"Tho-mas is fine," Simon said, walking into his old room, where his family was staying.

Cecilia nodded to Simon and continued to tend to Kylie, "."

"I don't see why we can't call him Tom-my," Simon continued. "What possible difference does it make if he's Tom-my, instead of Tho-mas."

Cecilia sighed, "Matt and Sarah both explained that since Carlos and Mary named one of the twins John-ny, they didn't want the confusion of having two names ending in y in the same family."

"Why?" Simon said, "There's no law in our world that says you can't have two y-ending names in a single family. Now, I'm not so sure about Matt and Sarah world..." He trailed off.

"Stop being mean," Cecilia scolded, though a smile was tugging at her lips.

"Sorry, but I don't get their logic. The kids hardly see each other, anyway. So, what does it matter?" he paused. "Besides, what about Mar-y and Luc-y? And both Ruthie and my Mom's names sound like they end in y."

"I..." Cecilia shrugged, realizing she had no answer. "I don't know, but it's not our choice, so humor Matt and Sarah, please."

She looked down at the child in her arms, "She finally went to sleep."

Simon sat on the chair that was near his old desk, "I still think Matt and Sarah are completely mental."

"Isn't she beautiful?" Cecilia remarked, laying Kylie in her portable crib.

Simon looked at his baby, "Yeah, she is."

"You know," Cecilia pointed out, "Kylie has a y-sounding end, too."Simon looked at his wife, not sure if she was mocking him or his brother. She was smiling, so he figured it was him. "Hey, that's not"

Cecilia cut him off, kissing him on the lips. "Shh," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You'll wake the baby." She kissed him again and this time, not caught off guard, Simon kissed her back, pulling her closer toward him.

"Ahem," Eric announced his entrance, but the two teens ignored him.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat once more, louder this time. "I hate to interrupt..."

"Dad/Reverend Camden!" Simon and Cecilia said in unison, pulling away from each other. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Uh-huh, yeah, "Eric scratched his forehead, next to his eye, "So, uh, all of us downstairs, in the real world, took a vote."

"For?" Simon prompted.

"Oh, uh, for dinner, assuming you are coming down for dinner," Eric paused to let his son answer. Simon nodded, so, he continued, "Pizza won. I just wanted to make sure that it was OK with you guys, though, before I ordered it."

"Pizza's fine," Simon said, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, fine," Cecilia agreed, using the same manner as her spouse.

"Fine, I'll... go order it," Eric hesitated at the door.

"OK, bye, Dad.

"Bye," Eric reluctantly left the room.

"We are married. Why did he," but Simon didn't get to finish. Two adorable little six year olds just happened to wander into the room at that precise moment.

"Want to play Twister?" David asked.

Little Sam handed the game to Cecilia, recalling how much fun he and David had had when she used to baby-sit for them. But that was before she married their big brother, before she had her own baby, before she moved away, before she forgot them, before... Sam stopped himself. Maybe he was getting too carried away with his thoughts. Cecilia called to talk to them all the time. She hadn't forgotten them. And, thanks to Simon, she was now his sister, instead of just his favorite babysitter. Good ole' Simon.

Speaking of which, good ole' Simon had just exchanged a knowing glance with his wife, who was beginning to set up the game.

Outside of Simon's door, a certain minister was grinning and pumping his fist in the air, "I still got it!" he whispered.

Twenty minutes later, that same minister heard the doorbell ring and not only heard, but also saw a little white dog, barking and jumping around. Even in her old age, Happy still enjoyed company, even if it wasn't pleasant company, because if it was unpleasant company she would get to growl. And, oh, how that sweet little angel of a dog loved to growl, that is, of course, if it was on the right occasion.

"Down girl," Eric commanded the terrier. "I'll get it," he yelled to his family, though most of them were only right next door in the living room but, considering their recent attitude, he doubted they would move a muscle if the house caught fire.

And so Eric answered the door, and got a big surprise. "DAD!" he squeaked.

Happy growled in the background.