Mrs. Harmon carefully sat down at the table after checking to make sure that her seat was toy free. A habit she had picked up after seating on Ellie's doll a couple of times.

"You're leaving tomorrow," a voice said as Jaslee appeared in the kitchen, already dressed for the day in a cute little pink romper and white sandals, her hair still sticking out every which way. Obviously, she had gotten dress by herself and hadn't had help doing her hair yet.

"Yes, I am planning to leave tomorrow," Mrs. Harmon said surprised, as she took a sip of the coffee she had just brewed, how in the world did she know that, she hadn't even told Tommy and Kim that she was needed back in the office and was going to have to leave.

"I thought so, but at least you are coming back for Christmas." Jaslee said, her eyes suddenly losing focus as if she was seeing something only she could see, "Yes, you'll come for Christmas, you will want to meet the babies." she said softly as if she had forgotten where she was and what was happening around her, "The babies are coming soon."

Mrs. Harmon frowned, the babies, the babies, Jaslee kept talking about the babies and she had no idea what she was talking about. Kim and Tommy hadn't explained things either, always changing the topic when it comes up. Was Kim pregnant, she always seemed tired and seemed to be nauseous every once in a while, but in the three weeks that she had been there Kim hadn't appeared to gain any weight nor did she see any bump or any sign really that Kim was due soon like Jaslee insisted? Then again the little girl was only five, so maybe she didn't understand the concept of pregnancies taking nine months.

"Mow'in'" Ellie said as she padded into the kitchen as well, still wearing a Disney princess nightgown and matching slippers, her doll tucked under one arm dressed similarly.

"Good Morning Ellie," Mrs. Harmon said as Ellie set her doll on the table so that she could climb up on her chair.

At that moment Tommy rushed into the room, dressed for work except for the untied tie around his neck, he grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and helped himself to the pot of coffee, "Ellie, Jaslee, we need to get going, we're running late." he shouted, before taking a large gulp from his mug.

With that he turned to see that the girls were sitting at the table, waiting patiently for them to be served breakfast, "Cereal okay for today girls?" he asked, setting his mug down and pulling boxes of cereal out of the cupboard.

"We had cereal yesterday," Jaslee whined, "And the day before that."

"You promised," Ellie added, sticking her bottom lip out as far as it could go, "pancakes."

"I know that I promised you pancakes," Tommy said, "But I still need to get you and Jaslee ready for school and finish getting ready for work, and your mother had a rough night last night.

"But it's Inya's birthday," Jaslee insisted, "and you promised us pancakes."

"Dada! I up!" an electronically enhanced voice called out through a baby monitor that was sitting on the table.

Tommy gulped down some more coffee, he had to deal with Inya as well now, what was he going to do.

Mrs. Harmon almost laughed at the frazzled look on Tommy's face, "Tell you what," she said, standing up, "Why don't I mix up the pancakes while you finish getting everybody ready."

"I can't ask you to do that," Tommy protested.

"Yes you can," she insisted, "I'm the grandmother, and as long as you will have me, I will gladly be a grandmother for the girls."

"What about the babies," Jaslee asked, "Will you be a grandma to them as well, even though they aren't related to you?"

"Jaslee," Tommy scowled, "Now not the time to talk about that."

"Of course," Mrs. Harmon said turning her full attention to her oldest grandchild, "I'll love any of your siblings, no matter where they come from."

Tommy cleared his throat, "If Grandma's making pancakes then we better hurry and finish getting up."

"Dada!" Inya's voice called out again, obviously upset that she hadn't been picked up yet.

Tommy rubbed his eyes, maybe he shouldn't have gotten up in the middle of the night to check the camera's down in the basement to see if there was a monster nearby. There hadn't been but he couldn't be too careful.

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Kim stifled a yawn as she padded into the kitchen with Inya on her hip, only to find Jaslee and Ellie both dressed with their hair done eating pancakes. At least Tommy got up and got them ready, she thought to herself, her husband sometimes drove her up the wall with how paranoid he was and overprotective.

"Grandma made pancakes," Jaslee announced.

"Mine smiled at me," Ellie added, "See," she said, holding up a pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face.

"Chocolate chip pancakes," Kim said slowly, giving her ex-mother-in-law a look.

Mrs. Harmon shrugged, "It's Inya's first birthday it should be special," she insisted, "besides I missed several years of spoiling these sweet little girls due to that son of mine." she finished through gritted teeth.

"You know," Kim confessed as she placed Inya in her high chair and gave her a pancake, without any syrup, the one-year-old would only become a sticky disaster with that, "I was worried when you showed up. Now I'm afraid that the girls will miss you."

"I wish I could stay longer, but I've already taken off three weeks, and can't get another week off. I'll have to head back to Florida in the morning."

"Maybe we can Skype or something," Kim offered, "And maybe, when the gym gets to the point I can leave it for more than a couple of days at a time I can take the kids to Florida."

"Jaslee seems to think that I'll be here for Christmas," Mrs. Harmon said, with a shrug, "I'll have to think about that one."

Kim smiled, how they had managed to keep the girls' powers secret from Mrs. Harmon in the past two weeks she's been staying with them was beyond her. Especially since Jaslee still didn't seem to understand that she couldn't just start talking about the future around others that didn't know that she knew the future.

"I'm sorry about what Luke did to you," Mrs. Harmon suddenly said, "I can't imagine why he would be so cruel to someone as nice as you and the girls."

Kim looked at her mug of coffee before saying softly, "It wasn't your fault Mrs. Harmon, you didn't know what was going on."

"True, but as his mother, I should have taught him how to treat a woman."

"If you want to join the club ask my husband and brother, they will gladly give you membership of the Guilty Club," Kim said, laughing softly at the joke, "If only I can convince Tommy that it wasn't his fault," she added softly to herself.