AN: I hope everyone's enjoying this little epic. No flames.

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The following day, Katherine was already awake. Peter and Turbo had gone out for a walk when the young twenty-something blonde decided to rent out a small condominium for her and Kimberly for the month that she'd be staying.

Kimberly was still a bit tired from her flight. She stirred lightly as she looked over at the alarm clock she had brought. She moaned softly as went back to sleep. Her tired, but crusted eyes still looked hazy from the night before.

Her suitcases and carry ons rested on the bare wooden floors. Kat's cat Maddie purred with delight as she rubbed Kim to wake up. As the petite brunette had woken up, she rubbed her eyes gently to the sunrise. She smiled a little as she inhaled the west coast breeze.

"Katherine, I still think you two should stay here," Peter suggested as he unleashed Turbo from his leash, "It would be better," he commented as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

"Though, I don't want to interfere with you and coaching the girls," the young blonde said as she sipped her coffee, "Maybe if we use the summer home," she noted as she placed her cup down.

"The summer home?"

"Yes, Peter – the summer home. Kim and I can have some friends over. I'm sure they're dying to see her after so long."

Peter shook his head. The summer hadn't been touched since the last summer he and Kat had family over. However, this was a perfect chance to have friends of both Kim and Kat to enjoy their month's escape.

He always knew that Kat was filled with ideas, which were the many reasons why he loved and married her. The young tall, muscular dance instructor kissed his wife's forehead as he plopped himself in front of the computer to check his dancing lesson schedule. Kimberly came down shortly after.

"Good morning all," she said as she sat next to Kat, "Is that the place we're renting out?" she inquired as she saw Kat laid the picture of the small home.

"Not really," Kat shrugged, "Pete wants us to use the summer home," she noted as she got up, walking over to get her toast from the toaster.

"Oh, the one that you and Pete used for the many parties you two had?"

"Yep, that'd be the one."

"Sounds good to me."

Riiiiiing

"Hello, Rendford residence. Peter speaking," the young man said as he answered the phone, "Oh hi Mrs. Hillard, I mean, Mom," he lightly laughed.

Kim and Kat laughed at Peter. He was still hesitant in talking to Kat's mother. It had been several years now that he couldn't let go of the 'Mrs.' title, but that changed shortly after Kat had married him.

Kat was very close to her mother like Kim was. The two shared moments of mother-daughter bonding, whereas Lynn Hillard had witness the birth of their first grandchild. Isabella Katherine, which followed shortly later with Scott Michael.

As Peter handed Kat the phone, she made a face at both her husband and friend. The two laughed as Kat took the call in the next room. She closed the door to Peter's study and started talking.

"Her Mom's the greatest. How's everything with yours and Pierre?" he asked as he sat down on the couch.

"They're great," Kim replied, "Mom's been working on opening another gallery in Paris," she smiled.

"That's great. Maybe you can give us VIP passes when you and Mike go to Paris again," he added with a laugh, "Since you're a big celeb and all," he teased.

"Funny, fame hasn't hit me at all."

"Wow, that's great. I'm glad you're sane unlike these celebs today."

"Its disgusting how some resort to money or fame nowadays, but Mike and I just want to live a peaceful, but no camera flashing life."

Peter nodded in agreement. Kat shortly returned from their home office as she sat next to her husband. Kimberly continued to speak of her life as a gymnast and the crazy paparazzi life.

Kimberly recalled it like it was yesterday. She arrived to Florida with a suitcase to her name, but was already missing everyone. Eventually, she made sunny Orlando her home, where she met many of her friends, whom she called her life then.

There was one thing; life was different on the other side of the map. Every other night, she'd been noted as the world's greatest gymnast by man, but during the day, it regaled countless hours at the gym, which was filled with grueling times of flipping, somersaulting, and other routines. She eventually moved on from the balance beam to college, where she studied music and art therapy. It wasn't long till she met Michael at one of her former gymnastic meets. The two dated on and off during Kim's college career, then concluded with a surprise proposal at Kim's post-graduation ceremony.

"Later on today," Kat began, "We should go see the summer home. I'm sure with some sprucing up in there we can call it home for a month," she noted as she relaxed her head over Peter's bare shoulder.

"Yeah," Kim retorted as she stroked Maddie's forehead, "This'll be a good idea. A good way to hide from our husbands," she joked.

"Very funny you two," Peter said with a chuckle, "It's not like Mike or I are going to bother you two on your gossip," he laughed a little.

The two women threw pillows at him as Turbo flinched sitting in between the couch. The dog barked as the three laughed and planned out the rest of their day.