Cynicalsarcasm: I'm glad you liked those lines; I was worried it might have been a weak way to end the chapter. Thanks for reviewing!

The Collision of Your Kiss: Yeah, I want to be "Mary" too…..haha, I don't like peas, so I can't add to that.

babe7878: Yay!; thanks for the review.

Bre: Oh, I'm blushing………

Zoe: Amen, sister friend! (Do you think that's something Bobby would say to Jack? I've been debating on that for a while now…………)

darkdestiney2000: Yeah, I'm only 17 so I'm not thinking about it too heavily yet either.

pirate-gurl15: Glad you like it!

Lovebuggy: Really? Thanks! What about it do you like? If you tell me, hopefully I'll be able to continuing writing it the way you like it.

ZoeinGreece: Yes, they finally kissed! Teehee, Aunt Lily….maybe I'll write a sequel. I've got a few plot lines started, but it'll be a while. My attention will shift from FB before the DVD comes out, but when it does, hopefully I'll requite my love for Jack and the boys.

Bre: Gee, it never crossed my mind that people would think I meant an old nanny…..I'll have to change the summary, I suppose….thanks for reviewing again! You're a sweetie!

Becky: Thanks, and here ya go!

Twenty minutes later enough snow had been cleared for Bobby drive over and seek refuge with us, though his arrival was unannounced. Jack and I were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie, while the girls were sitting on the floor.

"Hey, QueerEye, what are you doing with her?"

Jack and I jumped as Bobby hopped over the couch and sat down next to us. Jack groaned, "And here it comes………"

"We're cuddling, Bobby, are you blind?"

"Not blind, just very confused."

"We're a couple," Jack informed him, glaring at him as if daring Bobby to make a smart-ass comment.

Bobby just laughed, "It's about time," he muttered under his breath and winked at me. I couldn't help but smile at him—Bobby had had a key role in the formation of our relationship. Coincidently, I knew from that moment on I would never be allowed to get too mad at Bobby—he would most likely just flash me a knowing grin and tell me that I shouldn't yell at him; I should be thanking him. I supposed it never would have occurred to him that Jack and I eventually would have gotten together on our own.

"Hey girls," he suddenly called out, having just noticed them lying down on the rug, thoroughly engrossed in Finding Nemo. They simply continued to stare at the screen, though Amelia gave him a backward hand wave.

Bobby rolled his eyes, "Kids these days." He turned back to us, "You two better raise your brats right."

I felt Jack shift uncomfortably, and although his gaze was fixed on the screen, I could tell he was listening for my answer. Not knowing what to say, I ignored the question and asked one of my own.

"You think about having kids, Bobby?"

Jack snorted, "Oh God, people like Bobby shouldn't be allowed to breed—unless it's for purely scientific purposes and his spawn are being study in a laboratory."

Bobby reached his arm behind me and smacked Jack's head while I unsuccessfully tried to stifle my laughter.

"Answer the question," I pleaded as he looked at me gloweringly.

"No." He said after a pause, " 'cause if I ever did it, I'd have to do it the right way. You know, marriage an all, and there isn't a woman on earth who can put up with me," he said it almost proudly. He went on, "In fact, here is my personal opinion on marriage: Married men live longer than single men. But married men are a lot more willing to die."

"Is Daddy going to die?" asked Amelia, wild eyed.

"Oh sure, that she hears," murmured Bobby. "No sweetheart, I was just kidding. You're daddy's fine."

She seemed satisfied enough with that answer. "Good."

Jack checked his watch. "Time to go." He picked up the remote and turned off the movie, ignoring the girls' protests. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the crock-pot, preparing it for the car ride over to Evelyn's. I gathered up all our coats and dressed the girls and myself. Unbeknownst to us, Bobby sat on the couch, watching our every move. Finally he let out a low whistle. "Jesus H. Christ. They're fuckin' married already."

I'm soooooooo sorry that this is so short and took such a long time. Since I haven't seen the movie in so long, I lost interest in it, so updates will not be too frequent—unless of course I get angry death threats by thosewho know where I live, which none of you do, so I feel safe. Don't worry, I'll probably update sooner or later though, I'm just warning you not to count on it being sooner than later. Ugh, does this even make sense? My head hurts………