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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
(chapter title - Finale A)

Christmas had arrived - which meant playing outside in the snow for Sara, Ally and Roger. Kaitlin was four months pregnant, so she just stayed inside and watched her family play in the snow. Musetta had gotten really sick, so the Davis family had no choice but to put her down. She had only been four-years-old.

"ALLY! QUIT IT!" Sara's yells startled Kaitlin out of her thoughts. She looked over the fire escape to see Sara putting up a mittened hand to block Ally's snowball.

"ROGER! SARA! ALLY! COME INSIDE! HOT COCOA!" Kaitlin called to them. Roger looked up and scrambled up the fire escape, followed by Sara and Ally.

"I won!" Roger panted, kissing Kaitlin and stepping inside the loft.

"Daddy! That's not fair!" Sara whined, taking off her mittens and helping herself to some hot cocoa from a chipped mug.

"What's not fair?" Kaitlin asked as Roger wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close.

"I started to come up the fire escape, but daddy pushed me over so that he could beat us inside." Sara complained. Ally shook her head and smiled as she sipped her hot cocoa.

"Roger? Is this true?" Kaitlin asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew that Roger would never do anything to hurt Sara or Ally, even if it was only fun and games. He looked at Sara.

"Sar, you know that we were just playing, no need to make a big deal out of it." Roger told her sternly. He sat down in front of the furnace and felt it for air.

"Damn - I mean - darn furnace is broken." Roger announced, sighing. Kaitlin walked over and sat on Roger's lap, running her fingers through his hair. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer for a kiss.

"You guys could get a room, you know." Ally told them, grabbing Sara's hand and heading out the door.

"Where are you two going?" Kaitlin asked.

"To aunts Maureen and Joanne's Christmas party." Sara said, grabbing a large green and red present off the table.

"Who's picking you up?" Roger inquired.

"Aunt Maureen." the girls answered in unison.

"Okay. Have fun, but not too much." the adults told the girls, turning their attention back to each other.

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Around midnight, there were two people calling for help. Roger sat up in bed, swung his legs over the side and walked to the fire escape.

"WOULD YOU PEOPLE SHUT-" Roger started to yell, but stopped when he saw who it was - Tiffany, Joanne and Maureen. Joanne and Maureen had a girl who looked like Hannah's arms draped over their shoulders.

"We found her in the park. Where's Christopher?" Joanne asked.

"He's right here." Christopher's voice sounded from behind Roger. Together, the two of them headed outside - Roger was dressed in boxer shorts and a pair of socks where as Christopher was fully dressed.

"She's been living in the park. We found her in one of the carriages in Central Park." Maureen informed them as the two men brought Hannah into the loft.

"She asked to come back here." Tiffany added, looking around for a spot to put Hannah on. Roger gently laid Hannah on the table in the living area as Christopher put his coat over her.

"I'm gonna get some food and heat." Roger announced, putting his coat on.

"It's too late for that, Rog." Maureen told him as Kaitlin, Sara and Ally made their way out of their rooms.

"Rog? What's going on?" Kaitlin asked sleepily. Just then, Hannah started coughing.

"Hannah? You okay?" Christopher asked, looking concerned. He took a hold of one of her hands and held it close, hoping that she would warm up.

"I should tell you
I should tell you." Hannah sang barely above a whisper.

"I should tell you
I should tell you." Christopher sang back.

"I should tell you
My dad wasn't any…" she started to say.

"Shhh…I know. I should tell you
Why I left - it wasn't 'cause I didn't-" Christopher told her, sitting on the table next to Hannah.

"I know…I should tell you-" she was getting weaker by the minute.

"I should tell you." Christopher echoed.

"I should tell you, I love you." she whispered the last bit. Christopher had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Who do you think you be?
Leaving me alone
With the TV.
Hold on, there's something
You've gotta hear
It isn't much - but it took all year." Christopher sang.

A/N 2: ooh! what's gonna happen? if you wanna find out, press that little purple button that says 'submit review' and you'll find out.
A/N 3: don't own the lyrics to Finale A. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.