See part one for disclaimers and other important information.

Margaret in the end gives in to calling her brothers. They're more likely to forgive her than Leo—especially since she has a list of embarrassing moments to hang over their heads.

"Hey, sis!" Justin answers the phone.

"Hi, Justin—is Peter there, too?"

"Yeah, should I tell him to pick up the other phone?"

"Yep"

There's a pause as Justin yells into the other room.

"So what's the big news that you need me, too?"

"I got married."

There's dead silence on the other end of the line.

"Peter won the bet."

"Bet?" Margaret sounds confused.

"Justin thought it would take you guys over a year just to get together. I've always known you better than that."

"Hey, don't rub it in." Justin complains.

Margaret's still perplexed, but she isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth—she doesn't see her brothers often enough to consider picking a fight.

"Could you guys do me a favor and mess with Leo a little the next time we visit?"

"Sure—we would never neglect our brotherly duties." He laughs.

"When will that be?"

"Soon—Leo schedule's lighter in the summer without the colleges being in main session and he doesn't have any court appearance scheduled yet."

"It'll be nice to see you."

"Anything else you want to tell us about?" Justin asks in a teasing voice.

"No." Margaret insists strongly.

"Alright—alright"

"Take care and congratulations," they both echo.

Margaret hangs up the phone and sighs in relief--apparently her brothers pay more attention than she thought they did.

"Abbey, you have to come see this!"

"What, honey?"

Abbey is pulled back into the master bedroom by an enthusiastic Margaret—the far wall is actually glass doors that open out into the back garden which the previous owners have obviously had well maintained.

"I'd have the tiles replaced with something well less cold, but isn't it beautiful?"

Abbey smiles. Margaret has been like a kid in a candy store all day—once Abbey convinced her that Leo could afford these types of homes. However, Margaret had still put her foot down on some of the larger ones, claiming that she would have no idea what to do with all that room.

"Come on—the realtor wants to show us the upstairs."

"Oh, I think I missed the other half of the downstairs." Margaret admits sheepishly.

"Guest bedroom with almost the same view—a few smaller bedrooms at the other end of the hall."

"Why on earth would there be bedrooms all the way over there?"

"Gives the parents some privacy from the kids."

Margaret stops mid-stride—she hadn't even given that a thought. "I wonder if he wants children."

Abbey smiles. "Don't worry, honey, you two have survived far worse conversations."

Margaret nods—not quite as curtly as usual though.

"Ladies, if you want to step through here—I'll show you the upstairs…"

"How did it go today, sweetie?" Leo gives her a tender kiss.

"We need to talk." Margaret sits down.

Leo looks concerned—he hasn't seen her this serious since before he went into rehab.

"The house is gorgeous—the realtor will call when the paperwork has been drawn up."

"That's good." Leo's still thrown by this. "What's wrong honey?"

"Do you want to have children?" Margaret finally blurts out.

"I don't know—I hadn't really though about it—Do you?"

"I don't know either."

"Well, then we both agree."

"Leo." She sounds annoyed that they haven't really discussed anything.

"I know you're obsessive compulsive about lists and stuff, but we don't have to answer this question right now."

Margaret raises her eyebrows.

"I'm in trouble now?"

"Yes." She answers neatly.

Leo groans. At least she isn't worried anymore.

TBC

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