AN: Happy Birthday America! You rock! Fireworks all around to my beautiful peeps! Hoping everyone has a great holiday and if you're not in America today to celebrate, fake it and and take the day off just because I say so! Hehehe. I am hoping to post one more chapter before I leave to Grandmother's house, if not just expect a new chapter once I get back in a week or so. Enjoy everybody!

Chapter 8: The Stalker

The next morning, they were back in the courthouse, this time it was Tommy's turn to be in the witness stand. Tommy spent most of his evening, not relaxing, but putting his thoughts together. He knew his memory was not like Kimberly. She had almost every detail, from the color of her shoes on each memory. When she spoke, you could see it, actually feel like you were there, going through the pains and joys with her. Tommy looked over to see Kimberly arrive to the courthouse, dressed in navy blue suit, navy blazer, white blouse, navy pants and navy pumps. The hair she had super straight, flowing yesterday, was pulled back into a serious ponytail. She looked more masculine and ready to fight today, then the beautiful motheryly woman yesterday, not that Kimberly wasn't just as beautiful today, but today, it was as if she was ready to do battle. Tommy was sworn in on the bible before taking a seat in the witness stand.

"Mister Oliver, yesterday we heard Miss Hart's testimony, now today, we want to hear yours. Tell us in your own words what happened," Mr. Lewis said.

"Back then, it wasn't a great time for me. I was extremely upset with my parents, I guess, like most teenagers are. My parents and I had moved for about the third time in past 4 years. And I guess it all started that night of my karate match. I saw Kimberly and I was instantly attracted to her." Tommy locked eyes with Kimberly. "We became friends and then become more. You could say she was my first love. And as silly as that sounds, yes we were very young, but I knew love and I knew I found love with her. We dated for a long time, very long. Then she got this amazing deal, training for the Olympics and though I didn't tell her then… I never wanted her to leave me. As selfish as it sounds, I didn't care about her Olympic dreams, I just wanted her, by my side."

"But then she broke your heart."

"No, our break-up was partially my fault as well at the beginning."

"Why do you say that?"

"I didn't go after her. I didn't go find out until she was hurt what was really going on. If I would have before, maybe… maybe things would have been different. After the second break and the fact that Kimberly practically disappeared off the face of the world, I did what I had to do. I moved on and tried to put what we had, what we shared in the past."

"Tell us about the funeral."

"After the lost of our friend, Trini, Kimberly and I… there was moment, very special one we shared together, to heal each other. But the next morning, I asked her about her son, and she lied. She looked me straight in the eyes that morning and she lied to me, telling me that he was not my son."

"How did that make you feel now, knowing she lied to you?"

"Angry, frustrated, misery, rage even that she could lie me about something so important as that."

"Do you still feel angry?"

"Yes, I am angry that she has and continues to just kept me out my son's life. I have felt pain before, everyone has, but that pain, that hurt... To be lied to, year after year, for over 5 years and to find out you have son… all of this could have been avoided if she just would have told me the truth all those years ago."

"Are you saying, you would have been happy to know you had a baby at 17?" Mr. Lewis asked his final question before it would be Alan Shore's turn.

"Of course I would have been happy! I am happy that I have son! And yes, it wasn't my choice to have to rely on the courts. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but it's the only way I feel to get the justice I ought to have as my son's father. I know my mother made the mistake of filing for this case without my permission, but I do deserve my son. I should have that time I lost with my son because of Kimberly." Mr. Lewis smiled.

"Of course you do, Mr. Oliver," Alan said standing up, buttoning his suit jacket. "I sense you are very angry, Mr. Oliver, especially with my client."

"What I am so angry and so upset about is the fact that this would have been all avoided, if she could have just let me take him, take my son for a week." Alan went back to this table to look at some papers.

"You know that's not true," Kimberly said.

"Miss Hart, you will reframe from speaking." Alan touched Kimberly's hand.

"Then what is true?" Tommy asked looking at Kimberly. "Tell me Kimberly, how is it fair that I couldn't just take him for one week, one week?"

"It's not that I didn't want you take him…" Mr. Lewis stood up.

"Your Honor, would you please tell Mr. Shore to please restrain his client from speaking directly at my client."

"No, I want her to ask that question."

"Mr. Oliver, it is you that is on the stand, not Miss Hart," Alan said.

"No, Kimberly. Tell me. Then what was it?"

"It just… it feels like everything is so rushed, so forced upon him. He's just a little boy. He will not understand being shipped back and forth between us. And he doesn't want that."

"What about what I want?" Tommy asked.

"If you truly want to be a parent you would, and you should understand with a child, with your child, it's never about what you want," Kimberly said softly. "It has to be all about him. And what he wants and what he needs."

"Your honor, we all know that we are here to find out what is truly best for Thomas…"

"Zeke…" Kimberly corrected. Mr. Lewis stood up again.

"All my client wants is his chance to prove that he can be the better parent."

"And why must our son be some experiment to prove…"

"Miss Hart!" Judge Black yelled.

"Sorry." Alan went up to the stand where Tommy was sitting.

"You are currently still a student right?"

"Yes, I will join a graduate program for the next 2 years in the fall I hope."

"And you have a job with that?"

"My job is the program. We get paid through that."

"You say you deserve the chance to be a father to your son, no one can or should disagree with that. But Mr. Oliver, tell me why you deserve sole custody of your son?"

"Because I am his father."

"And Miss Hart… what does she deserve, to be pushed aside as Zeke's mother?"

"Of course not."

"You are living off campus right?"

"Yes, right now, I have an apartment. But I hope to move over the summer into something a bit bigger."

"But, right now you still have a 1-bedroom…"

"Right now yes, it's a 1-bedroom apartment, but…"

"So, if you win this case in the next few weeks, where would Zeke sleep, on the couch?"

"Of course not! Until I find a bigger place, I would have to recreate some space for my son."

"That can be somewhat of an inconvenience, right? Having to create space, like you are trying to force…"

"I know I don't have a big house like Kimberly here in New York, I don't make that much with schooling and tutoring, but my home can be my son's home too."

"Of course Mr. Oliver. It's not the space that makes the home. What about schooling and daycare?"

"I have looked into what is best for my son in California of course."

"So, you have daycares lined up for your son?"

"Yes."

"You plan on joining a paleontology dig this fall, is that correct?"

"Yes, that is one of the requirement with the graduate study program to go onsite with a dig for a year."

"But won't that mean, you won't be here, but moving to Australia or Africa for the next year or so?"

"Well, I don't think it will take a full year, but yes maybe a couple of to 6 months, in which I think my son will enjoy another country, learning and…"

"Wow, not only do you want to take Zeke from Kimberly, but you want to fly him across the world to a foreign place."

"It will be great."

"But those paleontology digs can be dangerous, especially for a young child, who will watch your son while you are away for hours and hours a day?"

"I uh, there will be a babysitter on site of course."

"A babysitter, wow, that's parenting."

"Objection your honor! Babysitters have been used commonly by parents as valuable tools."

"Kimberly has a babysitter!"

"My client Miss Hart has her son set up in various programs, from daycare, soccer and other learning camps since he was about 1. And yet, here you are, you want to drag your son half around the world with you on a hot dusty dig, make a little space in your apartment and in end, leave him for hours with a stranger."

"That is not true! After all these years, I just want to be the father to my son I was denied all those years," Tommy said. Kimberly shook her head.

"We will take a recess for the morning and come back after lunch. You may step down Mister Oliver." Judge Black hit his pallet to the gavel and stood up.

It was time for to hear witness testimonies from both sides of the case. Alan elected to have Tommy's side start the sessions with their testimonies. Tommy's parents of course where the first to be called for their testimonies, since Kimberly's parents had never been apart of Kim or her son's life since she first told them she was pregnant. Alan made sure Kim's issues with her parents didn't affect the case or her parenting skills when he cross-referenced Tommy's father and mother. Tommy's parents did everything Mr. Lewis taught them what to say over the past few days. Tommy's side had his parents on the stand, telling how great Tommy was, not just because he was their son, but a person. He would be a great father. They told about their son, his love his children from very young and how many years he worked with kids as their karate instructor. He only stopped his job to concentrate more of his college studies. Mrs. Oliver especially reassured Judge Black that yes, taking Tommy's son would come with much more responsibilities than Tommy had ever had to handle before, but that her son was ready and would have the help of herself and his father to support him with any questions or concerns, unlike what Kimberly has had. Kimberly had no parents to fall back on, to guide and aide her through the responsibility of having a child. Kimberly took offense to that.

"I may not have my parents standing behind me, holding my hand or to even call them, but I have never let their faults and neglect affect my child's up raising. Not having parents has made me stronger, because I know what I need and what my son needs."

"And so will my son." Kimberly exchanged a glare with Mrs. Oliver before just shaking her head.

Tim appeared in the courts in a brand new suit Kimberly made him buy and wear for his turn on the stand. Since Tim Hart had been with his sister from the start, it was of course best to start with his testimony. Tim talked about his sister and their up bringing in the Hart household. Tim told stories of his parents fighting for many, many years, since as far back as he could remember. It was the joy of the birth of Kimberly that somewhat mended those fences, but nothing last forever. Tim told how the divorce of his parents really affected his sister. Tim spent so much time trying to assure Kimberly, none of it was her fault that this was what their parents did. Tim hated having to leave the house when he went off to college his freshmen year, leaving his sister to deal with his fighting parents. To this day, Tim told how mad at his parents for their fighting in front of his sister.

"So, how did you feel when your sister, Kimberly, told you she was pregnant?"

"I was shocked. I mean, my baby sister was going to have a baby."

"How did you feel about what your parents did?"

"I was upset, mad at them. I mean, I always knew they loved Kimberly so much, more than me… not that I complain…" Kimberly smiled at Tim. "I mean, I couldn't believe they could just… then again, my parents aren't the most understanding people."

"Why do you say that?" Alan asked.

"They tend to, well, take things, everything pretty personal when you don't follow their rules."

"As most parents would…"

"Yeah, but our parents… when they say they want nothing to do with you, they mean it. And because I helped out my sister, I meant nothing to them too. Of course, I meant nothing before I helped out Kimberly."

"Why?"

"My dad didn't take too kindly his son skipping college to tour with his rock band."

"So you were cut off as well?"

"Basically since I was 19 and dropped out of college to form my band."

"Why did you help your sister? You didn't have to do that."

"I love my sister. I would do anything for her. I was proud of her that night in the hospital. The pain she went through to have her son… I was happy to be there for her." Alan Shore smiled and went to sit down. Mr. Lewis stood up, fixing his jacket.

"Is it true Tommy was there that night in the hospital?"

"Yes."

"And you have known from the beginning he was your nephew's father, right?"

"I knew Kimberly dated him… yes, and that there was the possibility he was his father."

"You knew."

"Kimberly never said it, but, she never denied too, so I knew, yes."

"Then why that night didn't you tell my client?" Mr. Lewis asked pointing to Tommy.

"Do you know my sister?"

"Well, no I don't."

"Exactly. She would have killed me."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Mr. Hart…"

"No, it's the truth. Call Kimberly back to the stand and she would confirm it. My sister may have never forgiven me if I did, besides, it wasn't my place to tell Tommy. It wasn't my business. Kimberly and my nephew were my business then because I needed to help my sister raise her son and are my business to this day."

"Mr. Hart, if a woman you were with turned up with your son or daughter, a year, maybe even 10 years from now, how would you feel?"

"I don't know… I mean, stunned of course at first…"

"Angry?"

"Maybe a little mad, but I would like to believe I would understand and just welcome my son or daughter into my life."

"How noble."

"It's not noble, it's the truth. Yes, Kimberly from the first moment she had Zeke, she should have called Tommy and told him he had son. He is the boy's father and deserves to be his father, but in no way does that man deserve to take Zeke completely out of Kimberly's life because she didn't tell him. Who's to say if she did tell him things would be different. They were both young, 17 each. I know at 27 myself, I am not ready for a child of my own. But Kimberly was. For some reason, she was completely ready and has become a great mother. She has raised a fine boy. My nephew is the best kid I have ever seen. He's smart, caring, considerate of others, and he loves his mother so much that I don't know what would happen to him if she was not in his life." Mr. Lewis walked back to his seat somewhat disappointed as he saw Judge Black smiling.

Aisha appeared at Kim's house right before dinner. Kimberly had let Zeke go home with Tommy after court to spend the night since it was agreed that Zeke could spend nights with Tommy. But as Tommy left with Zeke, Kimberly could have sworn she saw someone watching them. She knew she had seen that person often watching her and her son. Aisha was to be in court tomorrow to give her testimony for Kimberly's side of defense.

"What are you doing here?" Kimberly asked opening the door. "And why are you so… dressy?" Aisha smiled. She was dressed in a blue jersey twist-knot front dress, black corset leather jacket and black strappy flower sandals.

"Come on, you have to have some downtime with your best friend."

"I don't want downtime. What I want is for this case over with."

"Yeah, but until that happens, you need to relax and a nice Long Island ice tea. And I know the perfect place." Kimberly smiled.

"Aisha, I don't think getting drunk is gonna help."

"I'm not saying getting drunk, just a drink to relax."

"I don't know…"

"You hungry?"

"A bit…"

"Good. Zeke is staying with Tommy, so come on. You need to get out this house, so you are not moping about missing your baby."

"I don't mope."

"Riiight. Go change from those slacks and dress up."

"I don't want to dress up. I just want to lay in my bed and…"

"Mope. Please, I'm hungry." Kimberly smiled.

"Oh, I don't have anything to wear."

"In that walk in closet you have… come on, I bet I can find something." Kimberly and Aisha walked upstairs.

"I think someone is stalking me?"

"Huh?"

"I don't know I just get this weird vibe that someone is always watching me. Me and Zeke."

As Kimberly showered, Aisha went through her extremely large walk-in closet. Kim's closet could fit another small bedroom it had that much crap from shoes, purses, and clothes. Aisha pulled out several combos to wear. Kimberly came out the bathroom rubbing down her wet hair.

"You kept these awful overalls!" Kimberly snatched the denim overall jeans with flower patches from Aisha.

"I love these jeans. They fit so great during my pregnancy."

"I did see how much they had stretched!"

"Ha ha ha."

"I'm just saying Kim, come into the 21st century, leave the 90's clothes behind."

"Overalls are classics."

"Yeah, classically dull. Come on, let me show you what I laid out." Kimberly saw the outfits.

"So, can't I wear anything black?"

"Black is blah… you need color girlfriend."

"But… so much pink, I haven't seen this much pink since high school."

"I suggest you go with this." Aisha held up a top and skirt. "You know you always looked best in pink." Kimberly smiled. She put on the pink lace corset top, white pleated miniskirt, pink zigzag wedge sandals with rhinestone top.

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful."

Aisha took Kimberly to this little, karaoke restaurant called Suite 16. It was a chic place found on 8th Ave in the City. Kimberly saw the man sitting at the bar, he had been looking her way since Aisha and Kimberly sat down. The waiter came over to the table handing out menus.

"What can I get for you fine ladies?"

"Long Island Ice teas," Aisha said quickly. "Right away."

"You got it. I'll be back to take your order." The waiter walked away. Kimberly looked over at a man still at the bar.

"That guy is creeping me out."

"Who?" Aisha asked looking over the food menu after ordering their first drinks of the evening.

"That man, right there." Kimberly pointed discretely.

"You're imagining things."

"No, I'm not." Kimberly stood up. She walked over to the guy.

"Who are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you?" Kimberly asked firmer.

"Lady…"

"You've been following me for days now, so who are you?"

"Lady, you are…"

"Did Tommy put you up to this?"

"I don't know a Tommy Miss. I'm just here enjoying my drink."

"Right. I saw you at the courthouse too, you like custody cases." Aisha came over to them.

"Mrs. Oliver put you up to this, didn't she? Well, you can just tell her, I know and now everyone will."

"Is everything okay?"

"Perfect. Have a nice evening…" Kimberly walked away with Aisha.

"Who the heck was that?"

"My stalker."

When their drinks came, in this huge 20-ounce clear goblet, Kimberly downed most of it in one gulp. She didn't even wait to salute the drink with Aisha.

"Uh, slow down girl, I thought we weren't getting drunk?" Kimberly put her drink down.

"I can't believe they have someone stalking and tailing me."

"It is rather creepy."

"Creepy? It's an invasion of my privacy! Alan will know about this. It's ridiculous! It's fucking ridiculous they would stoop this low."

As their dinner arrived with a few more rants from Kimberly about the stalker, Aisha pushed more of the food to Kimberly since she was working on her third Long Island ice tea drink as the food came. All of sudden, the host came on the small stage to open up the Karaoke portion of the evening.

"Oh look, karaoke…" Kimberly didn't even want to think about it, her mind and attention still on the fact that Mrs. Oliver was sending someone to follow her every moves. It was so rude and… just plain stupid.

"Excuse me."

"Where are you going?" Aisha asked.

"I just have to make a call" Kimberly excused herself to make a call to Alan. Aisha sighed, and then she smiled. Aisha went and signed Kimberly up for singing on the list. There were several people signing up for the 200-dollar cash payoff, if the audience loves you the most. Just as Kimberly came from the bathroom after talking with Alan, a light shined on her.

"Come on up Kimberly Hart!"

"What?"

"Oh, I signed you up," Aisha said pulling Kimberly by the arm toward the stage.

"What?! Why? Why would you do that!" Kimberly yelled.

"Because I know you would win!"

"I don't want to sing!"

"Oh, you know you do!" Aisha dragged Kimberly to the stage.

Just at that time, Tommy arrived at Suite 16 with Hayley. Mrs. Oliver always liked Hayley because she was so smart and sweet to her, so pushed Tommy to go out and have dinner with his friend since Tommy had already put his son to bed after reading the story Kimberly gave them. Tommy wanted to just spend time watching his son sleep. Plus, Tommy knew what his mother was doing, but took up Hayley's offer for drinks and late dinner since he had missed dinner to make sure Thomas got what he wanted to eat. Hayley knew this place had the best drinks and she knew Tommy's favorite was Long Island ice tea. Little did Hayley know, Tommy only loved that drink because he tried it with Kimberly. They walked to their table, just as Kimberly walked up the stairs on stage. The host handed over the microphone to Kimberly.

"Hey… Isn't that…" Tommy stood frozen by his chair staring at Kimberly.

"Oh, it's Kimberly," Hayley said somewhat solemnly. She had tried to give Tommy one night without having to think about his ex and the mother of his child and now here she was, standing center about to sing. Kimberly took a deep breath as the music came on. She couldn't believe Aisha would choose such a song, but as the music started, Kimberly could see Tommy standing there right before her eyes. Onscreen, the words appeared, Kimberly was frozen though, before she quickly noticed she was supposed to be singing.

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Aisha followed Kim's stare and saw Tommy. She groaned. She couldn't believe he was there. Aisha hadn't meant to pick the song, but she knew Kimberly would rock the house with it. Tommy sat down.

I know, that when you look at me

There's so much that you just don't see

But if, you would only take the time

I know in my heart you'd find

Oh

A girl who's scared sometimes

Who isn't always strong?

Can't ya see the hurt in me?

I feel so all alone

Kimberly continued on to the chorus, staring right at Tommy.

Chorus:

I wanna run to you (oooh, ooh)

I wanna run to you (oooh, ooh, oooh)

Won't you hold me in your arms,

And keep me safe from harm?

I wanna run to you (oooh, ooh)

But if I come to you (oooh, ooh, ooh)

Tell me, will you stay, or will you, run away

Kimberly no longer needed the screen, singing from the heart now.

Each day, each day I play the role

Of someone, always in control

But at night, I come home and turn the key

There's nobody there, no one cares for me

Oh, Oh!

What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams

Without someone to share it with

Tell me what does it mean?

(Chorus)

A few people in the audience started clapping for Kimberly.

Run away! Oh!

I need you here!

I need you here to wipe away my tears

To kiss away my fears

No oh!

If you only knew, how much...

(Chorus)

As Kimberly was finishing, a quarter of the people watching were already standing, cheering and clapping for Kimberly. Kimberly smiled as she finished the final note with her eyes closed.

"Thank you!" The host came on stage clapping heavily for Kimberly.

"That was wonderful! Miss Kimberly Hart, ladies and gentlemen!" Everyone continued to cheer and clap. "Up next, Mason Penn will have a tough act to follow, but let's welcome him to the stage!"

Aisha hugged Kimberly immediately.

"That was great!"

"Thanks," Kimberly said walking back with her to their table. The waiter was about to ask Tommy for his order, when he got up.

"Tommy…" Hayley sighed as Tommy left her sitting there all alone. Tommy goes over to Kimberly after she finished singing. Aisha quickly excused herself to go order some water.

"You were… amazing…"

"What are you doing here?"

"I came…"

"Where's Zeke?" Kimberly asked. "He isn't here…"

"Of course not! He's in bed asleep. My mother, she is taking care of Thomas."

"Great, filling his head with lies about me huh?"

"You know she wouldn't do that, I promise."

"Oh, like she wouldn't send someone to stalk me, oh wait, she did that."

"What?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, like you didn't know."

"I don't know! What are you… someone's stalking you?"

"Like it matters." Kimberly went to sit down when Tommy grabbed her arm.

"Of course it matters, Kimberly! I didn't know! Gosh, and if I would have known, I would have stopped it before…"

"Tommy, I came here to relax. To take one night and forget about how much a mess my life is thanks to you. So kindly let me go." Tommy let Kim's arm go. He didn't mean to grab her like that.

"I just wanted one week with him…"

"And now you want every week."

"It doesn't have to be …"

"Yes, yes it does, because you started this Tommy Oliver, and now I'm finishing it." Kimberly sat down, fixing her hair from her face.

Aisha came back as Kimberly was answering her phone.

"What is it?"

"Alan got the Judge to see us."

"This late?"

"It's important."

"But what about the contest?" Aisha looked at Kimberly. "Right, silly me. Okay. I'll get the rest of our food to go and I'll meet ya back to your place and wait?" Aisha nodded.

"That'll be great." Kimberly got up after leaving some money to help Aisha pay for the bill.

Tommy cell phone went off after he watched Kimberly quickly leave the restaurant.

"Who could that be, calling this late?" Tommy asked answering his cell phone. Tommy listened since it was his lawyer.

"I have to go."

"Why? What's wrong?" Hayley asked.

"There's been a late night conference with Judge Black."

"About what?"

"I think I know."

"Well, do you want me to get you something?"

"No, I'm sorry. I have to go." Tommy got up.

As soon as Alan talked with Kimberly, he rushed to tell the Judge about what Tommy's mother and lawyer has been secretly doing. There was a late night meeting called to the Judge's chambers. Tommy sat with his parents and lawyer around a table along with Kimberly and her lawyer.

"Now, as you well should know, I do not like being called from my family to take care of issues so late at night, but I felt that this issue needed to be settled now before court tomorrow."

"I agree," Alan said.

"I still do not understand why we are here, your Honor," Mr. Lewis said. "My client has done nothing wrong."

"Your client may not, but his mother…she is the issue."

"Having Miss Hart tailed, Mr. Lewis, is a very inconveniently tactic." Mr. Lewis laughed.

"Tailed? Your honor, I do not know…"

"Cut the crap Dillon, we know. You have been stalking my client for weeks, if not more."

"Stalking is a harsh term."

"Not when it's true," Kimberly said.

"As I was saying, I am just gathering evidence as any good lawyer would."

"How are we to trust this woman with my client's son. She is crazy."

"My mother is not crazy!" Tommy yelled.

"Then what do you call stalking my client for what reasons!"

"Your honor, my client's mother and I felt that tailing Miss Hart is just a formality. We didn't see the harm…"

"Formality! It's crazy," Kimberly yelled. "It's like they are trying to create a problem, trying to make me…"

"It's ridiculous and should be put on the records, your Honor. Miss Hart is already having to go through with this ridiculous court battle, she does not need the extra baggage of being stalked to her plate! She is under enough stress!"

"I agree with that," Judge Black said.

"But your Honor," Mr. Lewis said, trying to make a case for his side. "It is not stalking! We are just gathering information."

"You have all the information you need, Mr. Lewis. I do not want to be brought back into my chambers to deal with this issue again."

"But your Honor…"

"No, Mr. Shore is right. This is a major cause for concern. Stalking the defendant, for no reason is plain wrong. And I will be making a point to put this in my final ruling." Judge Black went write down on some paper. Kimberly stared at Tommy and his lawyer with a smile.

AN: Whew, hard job there guys, almost finished with the legal aspects of this story thank goodness. I studied biology, not law, so don't hold it too much against me. Next installment, The Winner, as it is clearly stated, the one chosen to be Zeke's full guardian will be revealed next. Will it be fair, will there be more sufferering once the winner is announced? Just wait and see! Thanks everybody for the awesome reviews and support, especially those loyal fans, you know who you are! Love ya and take care!