Cori shifted awkwardly in the uncomfortable leather chair she was seated in. She was in the office of her parents' attorney – one of the highest paid, most sought after attorney's in New York. You'd think with all the money that he had laying around he could afford to buy more comfortable chairs. She was uncomfortable as it was, as Lindsay had all but forced to wear a suit. She shot Lindsay an annoyed look. Lindsay smiled cheerfully back, determined to help Cori make this situation better.

The door to the office opened and a handsome, impeccably groomed man in a crisp Armani suit entered. He seemed too young to be such a successful attorney, but Cori trusted his credibility. The combination of diplomas on the walls and the fact that her parents had trusted him gave her full faith in him.

"Hello Miss Davenport, Mr. And Mrs. Messer," he said. His voice was calm, smooth and soothing. Cori relaxed a bit in her seat. "My name is Darryl Harris. I was the late Mr. And Mrs. Davenport's attorney." He sat down across them at his desk in a chair that appeared to be much more comfortable than the one that Cori was currently perched on. "I have reviewed their Last Will and Testament and am here to discuss it with you."

Cori took a deep breath. She knew that this would be difficult for her to handle, and she was determined not to break down. Mr. Harris noticed her discomfort and asked if she wanted him to give her a moment.

"No, I'm fine," she assured him. "Thank you though."

"Alright," he smiled kindly. He opened the file folder he had placed on his desk. "It seems as though your parents had taken care of everything for you," he paused, "save it be for your legal guardian in the case of their deaths before you reach age 18."

Cori blinked several times to try and control the tears and took another deep breath. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," he said ruefully, "all their money, all stocks they have…. Everything goes to you. The penthouse, the summer home, the cars…." He trailed off.

"But where do I go to?" Cori asked, suddenly a bit angry that her parents had failed to plan ahead. Wasn't her security and happiness more important than where all their money went to?

"We contacted your only living relatives, your paternal grandparents, but they adamantly refused to claim custody of you."

"They don't want anything to do with me," Cori shrugged, "I've never even met them."

"May I ask why?" Mr. Harris asked.

"They didn't like my mother." Cori sighed. "My father's parents didn't approve of their marriage because my mother was poor. She wasn't the high society, rich debutante that they wanted my dad to marry."

"Well, I'm very sorry about that," Mr. Harris said. "Unfortunately, given the situation, it seems as though you will have to be put into foster care."

"What?" Lindsay and Cori gasped at the same time.

"Isn't there some other solution?" Lindsay asked.

"None that I can see," Mr. Harris said.

"What if Cori came to live with us?" Danny asked suddenly, startling all the others.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Harris asked.

"I mean what if me an' Lindsay adopted Cori?" Danny pushed his glasses up his nose with his knuckles. "Would that be possible?"

"Um, well, I suppose," Mr. Harris shrugged. "It would be a fair amount of paperwork."

"We don't care," Danny said. "It's worth it."

"Alright then." Mr. Harris said, "It's settled."

"Don't you think we should let Cori have a say in this?" Lindsay asked.

All eyes turned to the teenage girl, who was growing even more uncomfortable under the gazes of these people. "Yes!" she said overcoming the self-consciousness and becoming very excited.

Lindsay and Danny both smiled. Lindsay grabbed Danny's hand and squeezed. Thank you, she mouthed.

A/N Yay! Happy Days! Yes, it's short…sorry.

xoxo

Lia