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"Is this what you do every night?" I heard behind me and jumped. Ethan laughed.

"Ethan!" I scolded, quickly covering up with the dress I was wearing before. "You shouldn't be here, we're not married yet," I reminded him.

He strode towards me and took the dress from my hands. "I wanted to see you," he murmured while looking into my eyes. "Besides, it's not like we've never had late night rendezvous before," he added in a husky tone.

I shouldn't have felt embarrassed in my undergarments, but I was. "You promised," I insisted, melting under his gaze.

"You told me I should promise," he corrected. "I said it wasn't needed," he told me.

"Ethan, we will be married in one week, couldn't you just wait?" I wondered softly.

He grinned down at me. "I wanted to make sure you are safe. A woman of your age living alone in her cozy home by herself?" he questioned. "I worry," he admitted.

I knew some of it was true, but I also knew it was an excuse so he could come over. "I'm just fine, you can go now," I replied earnestly.

"Oh, I don't think I will be leaving at least until early morning," he told me, pulling on my waist towards the bed.

"Ethan..." I warned but didn't resist.

He smiled. "You know what I realized during dinner?" he asked me as he set me down on the bed. I was quiet. "How much I love that you design and make most of your own clothes," he said while getting on the bed with me.

"Mother says I'm not proper," I reminded him and let my hand settle at the back of his neck at the base of his hairline.

He ignored my comment. "You're so beautiful compared to any other woman," he told me. He started kissing my neck. "You always are, they all look boyish," he went on. "You are a woman and you show it," he finished.

I closed my eyes as he slowly kissed up my jaw line. My heart was beating fast in my chest and my stomach was full of butterflies. "Ethan," I whispered, moaning a little. His hand gripped my thigh as he kissed down the other side of my neck. "You know how I... feel," I almost moaned again. "No more until the wedding," I stated.

He stopped and looked into my eyes. "I know," he replied. "I would never do something you wouldn't want me to," he insisted.

"It's not that I don't want it," I reminded him. "But we can at least try to do one thing right," I said.

He smiled. "Annabelle, that one thing we could have done right was lost within a few days of us finding each other," he chuckled.

"I know," I whispered. "But, we can try to stop until the wedding," I told him.

Ethan rolled off of me. "As you wish," he breathed, sitting up and moved to get off the bed.

I caught his hand. "Wait, you don't have to go," I assured him. "It's hard sleeping without you," I confessed.

He laughed lightly. "I wasn't going anywhere, I was just going to blow out the candles," he informed me.

I let him go and changed for bed as he did. He got back into bed and under the covers with me. "Are you worried?" I asked softly. "About the wedding? Everyone thinks it is happening too fast," I added.

"The only thing I've ever wanted to do in any life is marry you," he stated. "I don't care what anyone thinks. You're mine forever, why can't forever start now?" he asked rhetorically.

I smiled against his chest. "You're completely right. It doesn't matter that we only found each other four months ago," I agreed.

"I'm not going to find you," he replied. I looked up at him, clearly confused. "I'm not going to find you, Gabriella."

My eyes popped open. I sat up and took in deep breaths as my heart ached in my chest. I fell back to the mattress after a minute. "Just a dream," I mumbled to myself. I hate all this worry I have about it. I hate that it's sinking into my dreams and making my nightlife hell.

I rolled over and hugged my body pillow. Just once I would like to roll over and have a body there. I want a living, breathing human being to be there and console me and be there for me. Anger swelled within me, I'm not really sure at who. At myself for worrying and obsessing about the situation? At Ethan for not finding me yet? I don't know, but I was so angry. He's supposed to be there! He's my soulmate; he's supposed to be next to me!

"Dammit!" I cursed and threw the pillow across the room. It crashed into my dresser holding my TV and I heard something fall. I looked over at my clock. My alarm should be going off in about ten minutes. I turned it off before it could blare and went to see what I knocked over.

It didn't break, but it was a picture of me and my brothers. I was sideways in their arms, laughing as they held me. They were smiling brightly as I laughed. It was taken last summer. My mom got a kick out of it. My door opened and light poured in.

"Hey, I heard something," Gino poked his head in. "You okay?" he wondered.

I stood up and put the picture back in its place. "Uh, yeah, are you just getting home?" I questioned, not caring I'm only dressed in a slinky cami and boy shorts. My brother's are used to it by now.

He nodded. "Yeah, you sure you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Gino," I assured him. He's such a big brother. My mom and dad have told my brothers that once you go to college they don't care when they come home as long as their grades stay up and they don't wake them up when they get home. "I was just angry and... never mind," I sighed while running a hand through my hair.

"I was gonna jump in the shower and get to bed, I have a class at noon. You wanna hop in first?" he offered.

I nodded. "Yeah, you shower like a girl," I accepted his offer. I grabbed my towel and robe.

"How does one shower like a girl?" he asked as I passed him on the way out of my room.

I laughed while walking backwards. "By taking three hours and using all the hot water," I replied before going into the bathroom. "Thanks by the way," I added and closed the door behind me.

By the time I got out of the shower, and I may have taken longer than normal, my mom was up and making breakfast. I heard her laughing with Gino. My mom doesn't go into work until after I'm out of the apartment, but she wakes up with me. My dad usually does too. I did my hair and make up and changed into a pair of low-riding, hip-hugging blue jeans and a white top that has a v-neck. The ending fabric is tight on my torso so the fabric overlaps a little and it barely reaches my jeans. I designed and made it. I make a lot of my tops plus dresses. I added red feather earrings to match my red high heels and light red eye shadow. I don't overdo the eye make up personally, some girls would have smeared it on there, but that's not my style. I put a little more hairspray in my long curly hair before leaving my room.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, hearing the shower on and knew Gino already hopped in.

"Sausage, your favorite," my mom answered, already having a plate ready for me but had more frying on the stove. I love, love, love sausage. There was also and English muffin, pancakes, and grapes on my plate. I love having a chef for a mother. She never gets tired of cooking, never.

I smiled. "Thanks, Ma," I replied before diving in.

"You look good today, sweetie," she complimented while flipping pancakes and sausage.

I smiled a thank you while chewing. "Mm, where's Dad?" I wondered before stuffing more sausage into my mouth.

"He should be out in a few minutes. There is a truck at the restaurant today," she informed me. Oh. A truck means a big food delivery. There is one a week, but I always seem to forget it. It's every Wednesday.

I nodded while thinking about my outburst this morning. Sometimes, a lot of the time now that I'm getting older, it's really hard. It's difficult being away from the one you love. "Mom," I spoke up as she turned off the stove.

"Yeah, baby?" she asked.

"Do you ever think what it would be like without Dad?" I wondered. "Like, if you were divorced but still so in love with him?" I expanded.

She crinkled her eyebrows. "Are you worried your father and I will split up? Sweetie, we're perfectly-"

"No, Mom, I'm not worried about that," I assured her. "I know you two are happy, really happy, but do you ever think what it would be like away from him?" I repeated.

She seemed confused. "No," she answered.

Okay, this is not going the way I thought it would. "Okay, let's say Dad makes a trip to New Mexico to visit Grandma and Grandpa," I started. "And, while he's there, a dictator takes over the United States and puts up a wall right down the middle of the country and says no one dare cross this wall. He doesn't care who has loved ones on the other side," I went on. "And, you'll never be able to see Daddy again, not even call or write a letter, how would you feel?" I questioned.

My mom took in a deep breath. "I am thinking you just want me to go with you here, so," she began and I nodded. "I would be a wreck," she told me. "Your father is my other half and partner in life, without him I am not whole. The only reason I would make it through the day would be because of you, Gino, and Julian. It would be very hard, heartbreaking. I don't even want to imagine it," she finished.

I bit my lip and nodded. "Thanks," I mumbled. I live in that, only without children added to the mix.

"Bebè, are you okay?" she asked me, worried.

I nodded. "I'm fine, Mom. It's for history. We're learning about the Berlin wall," I lied.

I could tell she really didn't believe me, but she knew I didn't want to talk about it, so she left it alone. I continued to eat and we talked about school and the restaurant and her Italian boy she had stalk me over the weekend. He was cute and nice, but not Ethan. Enough said.

"Ah, my two favorite girls in the world," my dad stated as he came into the kitchen. He gave my mom a long kiss and then came around the island to kiss my cheek and steal a piece of sausage. After, I felt him tug on the bottom of my shirt, trying to make it reach my jeans, but it just popped up. My mom and I laughed. "Mija, I don't think I want you wearing this," he said.

I laughed. "It's a shirt, Dad," I told him. He tugged on it again. "Mom says as long as the bellybutton is mostly covered, I'm good," I reminded him.

"I never approved of that rule," he insisted and sat down next to me.

"Nicolas, if there was a wall built in the middle of the country while you're in New Mexico visiting your parents, would you climb it for me?" my mom asked him. I laughed into my orange juice.

"Do you know how long it takes to build a wall of that size, Paola?" my father replied. "I'd already be on your side of the country before it was completed," he told her.

I laughed some more. "That is not the point," she responded. "Would you risk being shot to come back to me?" she asked.

"Hey, don't forget us!" I spoke up. "The kids matter!" I exclaimed.

My dad laughed and messed with my hair. "Yes, I would cross the wall for all of you," he assured us. "What brought this on?" he wondered.

"Nothing," my mom and I answered together. My dad raised his eyebrows but accepted the answer.

I looked over the sketches for my clothing line and smiled. It only took me a week to finish the outfits, now I just have to come up with a presentation. "Got you your favorite," Taylor announced and dropped sour cream and cheese chips down in front of me.

"Thanks," I replied and opened my Dr. Pepper before she handed me my change. Hey, she volunteered to go to the vending machines. "I finished my line," I informed her.

She looked it over. "Mm, I like that top," she said with her mouth full, then laughed at herself.

"I can make one like it if you want," I told her.

She nodded. "You really should start charging us. I mean, you make shirts and dresses for me, Kelsi, Martha, and your mom when we ask," she reminded me.

I shrugged. "I like making clothes, besides, when I make you all one, I usually make myself one with a few personal changes," I replied. "I'd never charge you, Tay, any of you. You're my closest friends," I insisted. "Besides, you and Kelsi drive me around all the time, I owe you," I added.

"Alright, then just charge Martha. I mean, you can't charge your mom, she did give birth to you," she told me.

"And, you get free food because you're my friend," I agreed. You can't really charge a woman who went through seven hours of labor without an epidural and who also gives your friends free food. My mom was convinced an epidural would harm us during birth, so she never agreed to it. My dad trusted her decisions, but he wasn't about to argue with her while she was giving birth either.

Taylor went on compare our Italian homework while I zoned out, as I am prone to doing. That dream last night freaked me out. What if that was a sign from, like the powers that be? What if Ethan isn't coming? What if he wasn't reincarnated? What if I am going to be alone the rest of my life? I shook my head. No, Gabi, it's just a dream. You may be special with the past life memories and all, but I doubt the powers that be would hack into your dreams. Well, why wouldn't they? I am special with the reincarnation stuff I got goin' on. What if that was them being nice, giving me a sign to say I should fall in love with someone else?

But, I can't fall in love with someone else! Geez, why didn't I ask my mom that question! If after Dad was trapped on the other side of the wall, would she try to remarry? Of course she wouldn't, Dad is her one and only. Should I be that noble? Should I go throughout the rest of my life alone and miserable and wait until the next life? Oh, God, that is so depressing! I'll never have kids, I'll never be truly happy; I will never, ever have sex! I'll die a virgin, and sure, I'll go to heaven, but that just sucks! My mom won't be happy for it either, Gino is only turning twenty two soon she is already jonesing for a grandbaby.

"Gabriella, I will scream your middle name if you do not answer me!" Taylor threatened.

"What?" I immediately replied.

"Where the hell did you go just now?" she questioned. "I said your name, like, fourteen times!" she informed me.

I ran a hand down my face. "Sorry, you know I'm a space cadet," I apologized. "What do you want?" I wondered.

"What's wrong?" she asked me. "You've been spacing out more than normal today and every time you do you look so sad," she told me. "What's up?" she questioned.

I let out a breath. "I had this dream last night, it's getting to me, that's all," I told her. "I swear," I promised.

"I know you better than that. What happened in the dream? Was it a vision?" she wondered in a low voice.

"It was one I had before, like, it played off of it or something," I started. "Ethan and Annabelle were talking about getting married and how fast it was happening. Then, he looked right in my eyes and told me he wasn't going to find me. He called me Gabriella, Tay, that's never happened before," I went on. "It freaks the fuck out of me. What if it was a vision from the powers that be or something?" I asked. "What if it was their way of telling me that he wasn't reincarnated? What if something went wrong?"

Taylor came and sat next to me. "First of all, the powers that be? Hunny, you are watching too much Buffy and Angel," she told me. I held back a laugh. That is true, I love those shows. "Gabi, he is out there, you've told me before, you can feel it. He will find you, you said once he said he always has found you. I promise you as your best friend he will find you in this life too," she stated. "Your dream was just a dream. It was you worrying about it and your dream showing it. It happens all the time with me. I have this dream that I am like Oprah, only bigger, and I forget everything I am supposed to say, and to top if all off, I'm naked," she admitted. I couldn't stop laughing this time. "It happens to everyone," she assured me.

I nodded. "When I was a kid, all of this was easier," I told her. "I liked getting visions, I liked learning more, I liked being different," I said. "I still do, but when I was a kid, it was different. I was still in elementary school, or middle school, and now that we're eighteen and graduation in a few months, it's more different," I tried to get it out right. "Soon, we're going to be graduating, and then going off to college, then on with life, and what if he still hasn't found me?" I asked. "What if I never get married or have kids or have sex or anything?" I questioned.

"Gabi, you will get married, you will have sex, and you will have kids, hopefully in that order," she told me. I shook my head. "Okay, you can have sex before you get married, you have my blessing," she said.

I smiled a little. "Thanks, Tay," I replied. "I just need him to find me," I mumbled. "It's getting harder," I admitted.

"I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "But, you have me. That is what best friend's forever means," she stated.

I hugged her. "Forever and ever," I agreed.

"I'll get your face tattooed on my butt," she told me.

I laughed. "How about best friend necklaces, I don't think I want to go that far," I said.

"Alright, but we already have, like, ten of those," she muttered like she was disappointed. "I'm getting you a chain with my name on it," she concluded, pulling away. "And, I'll get yours! We are so going to the mall," she stated. I nodded and went along with it. I do love her, she's my best friend.

We never found chains with each others name on it, but we found letters. She got a G and I got a T. Her's is purple and mine is black. She picked my color and I picked hers. We are this weird. We even grabbed a K and at M for Kelsi and Martha to exchange. Tay and I are best friends and they are best friends, but we're all very close friends. They are my second best friends, sort of. We ended up in Borders after. We're big readers.

"I'm sick of the teenage crap they think we ALL like," I ranted. "I mean, yes, some of these books are good. Harry Potter is awesome, Twilight is alright, but a lot of these are shit," I told her, already wearing my T necklace. "The Clique? Okay, I read that in seventh grade, and they are still in seventh grade while I am now a senior!"

"Alright then, Miss Priss, let's go to the romance and literature," Taylor suggested, leading me away from the teenage shelves. "Don't diss all of those books. Some are pretty good, it's about searching through them to find one. Plus, they're about love and loss, and I hate to break it to ya, babe, but your life is one teenage book waiting to happen," she stated.

I rolled my eyes, searching through the literature while she prowled the romance which is kind of porn in some ways if you ask me. "Yeah, well, when you become bigger than Oprah and decide to delve into writing, do not make one up based on my life," I ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Taylor agreed. "Besides, I won't write a book like that, it would be an autobiography or a self-help book or something," she corrected me.

"Well, excuse me," I responded with a smile.

Taylor's phone went off she pulled it out. I figured it was a text when she typed something in and put it back in her purse. "Kels and Martha want to know where we are," she informed me. I nodded and looked through books some more.

"Gabi! Tay!" we heard Kelsi screech while running through the bookstore with Martha next to her. She was holding something in her hand. It was a letter. "I got into Julliard!" she squealed.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, hugging her instantly. She was so giddy she was hopping up and down.

"That's amazing!" Taylor told her and hugged her as well.

I've never seen Kelsi smile so wide. "This is what I've been dreaming about since I was a kid," she reminded us. "My parents are... oh, God, my parents are so proud," she told us, almost a loss for words.

"Of course they are!" I responded. "Their baby girl is talented," I stated.

"We all are," Taylor agreed. "This is so cool, once Gabi gets her acceptance letter from NYU this week, we will have all gotten into our dream colleges!" she insisted. Kelsi is going to Julliard, Martha is going to Cornell, and Taylor is going to Columbia. If I get into NYU, Taylor and I will always be able to see each other still. Hell, we all will since we'll be in the city. The only problem is that is in everyone else's eyes, I'm already in. What if they're wrong?

We went to Starbucks and bought Kelsi her favorite drink (in a large) and toasted to get getting into one of the best art colleges in the country. "Oh, we got you guys a present," I spoke up, taking the necklaces out of my purse. "M for Martha and K for Kelsi," I said.

"Shouldn't I have the M?" Martha wondered.

Tay and I laughed. "No, they're best friend necklaces, see?" Taylor replied, holding hers up.

"They're geeky, but they're great," Kelsi laughed and put hers on. "This feels so amazing, now I know how you guys felt when you got into your colleges," she commented.

"Not all of us," I coughed.

They all gave me the same look. "Gabi, you know you got in," Martha stated. "You're amazing and when you get your acceptance letter this week, you'll see," she said.

I nodded. "Alright, none of this, I'm off of work tonight and we are going to go to my family's restaurant and actually ordering our own meals and I am paying because it's my congrats to you all for getting into college," I told them.

"Gabi, you do not have to pay," Taylor insisted.

I shook my head. "Uh-uh, I am. Besides, I get the family discount, it'll be half the actual bill and I am not tipping my brother," I reminded her. Before they could agree my phone rang. "Hi, Dad," I greeted and held it up to my ear. "Guess what, Kelsi got into Julliard," I told him before he could say anything.

"Tell her congratulations and next time she comes in, it's extra on the house," he responded.

I smiled. "I was hoping you would say that because I am bringing them in for an actual dinner," I informed him. "Can you get Mom to save a table for me? I'm guessing you're at the restaurant," I mentioned.

"Will do, mija. Now, where are you? Your mother is sending me grocery shopping and I do not want to go myself," he told me.

"I'm at the mall," I answered. "Text me when you're outside," I added.

I heard him tell the hostess to reserve a table for his daughter, meh. "Alright, mija, I'll see you in twenty minutes. Love you," he said and I said it back before we hung up.

"My dad wants to bond," I told my friends.

"Grocery shopping?" Taylor questioned. I nodded. Every time my dad wants to bond he says my mom is sending him to the store and we go and spend hours getting food and laughing. It's quite fun.

I bit my lip as I looked at my dad half an hour later. "I don't know," I mumbled.

"Gabi, it's easy, puffs or crunchy? It's just Cheetos!" he reminded me

"There is no such thing as 'just Cheetos,' father of mine. They are Cheetos! I like crunchy because they are crunchy, but I like to suck on the puff ones," I deliberated.

My dad sighed and threw them both into the cart. I smiled. "Okay, now we need chips your brother's will like and not bitch and complain about us buying," he told me.

I nodded. "Sour cream and cheese," I suggested and tossed them into the bag.

"Those are your favorite, not theirs," my dad replied. "You're just lucky I love them or they would be going back on the shelf," she informed me. I saluted him for no real reason. "Okay, Gino loves barbeque and Julian likes..." he trailed off, looking around.

"Salt and vinegar," I finished and he grabbed them quickly.

He smiled at me. "This is why I bring you to with me," he said and we went down the aisle. "We'll get your mom Tostitos and salsa," he added as we passed them.

"Dad, we both know you are getting them for you. Mom hates store bought salsa, she likes the dipping cheese instead," I responded and grabbed the can of cheese as well.

"You say tomato I say potato," he told me.

I laughed. "That is not even how that song goes and it makes no sense," I replied as we left the chip aisle.

Next, we went to the meats. "Now, baby, meat is very important," he began to tell me as he always does. "You want steak with fat, but not a lot of fat. The fat gives it flavor, remember I said that," he stated as he looked through the different cuts.

"Mm-hm," I agreed like I usually do. He's been telling me that since I was five.

"Excuse me," a woman said and reached across my dad to grab some steak.

My dad moved out of the way and mumbled an apology. I watched as she looked disappointed, stared at his butt for a moment, and then went on her way. "You are so blind," I laughed.

"What are you talking about?" my dad questioned.

"That woman was totally checking you out. Her 'reaching' to pick out that meat was your in to hit on her," I informed him, including the air quotes. "You did not take it," I added.

He shook his head. "Why would I take it? I have your mother that is enough woman for me, trust me," he stated. Um, ewe. "Besides, do you want me to hit on women around you when I am happily married to your mom?" he asked.

"Of course not," I denied. "I just, I like how blind you both are," I admitted. "It's like, you only see each other," I said. "Do you? Do you see the other women?" I wondered.

He shrugged and picked out a few packages of steak. My brother's, not to mention him, eat a lot. "Not really. I see your mother and the other women are that, other women. I haven't seen another woman since I was eighteen," he assured me. That was when they met, here in New York, during college.

"So, you don't even think Megan Fox is hott?" I joked.

He chuckled. "That is the girl in the poster in Gino's room, right?" he wondered. I nodded. "Then, not particularly. From what I have heard, she's plastic, I prefer my women real," he told me.

"It's not like mom needs plastic anything, she's perfect," I agreed.

My dad kissed my head. "That she is," he muttered and we went on to chicken. "She's worried about you, you know," he informed me.

"I know," I breathed. "But, she doesn't have to be, neither do you. I'm fine," I told him.

"She told me about the question this morning, mija, that wasn't nothing. It wasn't about history. She is worried about you, baby, and frankly, I am too," he confessed. "I like that you don't date, it's easier on me as your father, but you should be out there, living your life," he insisted.

"I am living my life, Dad," I stated. "What do you think I am doing? I'm going to high school, I have friends, I'm applying to college, I have a job, what more should I be doing?" I asked. "Other than dating," I added before he could.

He sighed. "Gabriella, you're hiding in your talent. You are a magnificent drawer, and painter, and anything there is to do with a piece of paper, but you hide in it. You hide in your talent as an artist, you're always drawing that man and woman and-"

"My life as nothing to do with that!" I lied. They decide to notice this now when I am eighteen, but not when I am thirteen? Ugh.

"Yes it does, mija, you've been drawing them since you were a little girl, you even named them Ethan and Annabelle," he reminded me. This is where my past comes back to haunt me, right? "Sometimes you need to get out from behind the easel and live your life," he repeated. "Go on a date, hang out with boys, do something," he encouraged me.

"Why do I have to date, Dad?" I questioned. "Do you seriously want me to partake in sex, drugs, and rock and roll?" I wondered.

My dad turned to me. "You know I don't, but I want you to have normal experiences. Honestly, you should be going on dates with guys, and drinking at a party or two, and fighting with me and your mother, I would enjoy it," he admitted.

"No, you wouldn't," I assured him. "Dad, I-" I stopped. "I am living my life," I said. "I just don't see why I have to date to make you and Mom happy. Is it so bad that I don't need a guy right now? That maybe I do want a guy, but I'm waiting, and I'm waiting because I'm not an idiot. I am passed the high school scene of dating around and believing a guy when he tells me he loves me when it's only to get in my pants. I never saw the point in that," I reminded him. "I love art, Dad, I always have, but I am not hiding in it. I need it, it's my outlet. Mom and Gino have cooking, Julian is looking for his, and yours is running the restaurant. You love owning that place, I know you do, how come when you bury yourself in paperwork and business hassles its okay but when I bury myself in my work I get scolded for it?"

My dad grabbed my hand. "Mija, you're not getting scolded for anything. Your mom and I are so proud of you with your artwork," he insisted. "As much as I do like you not dating, I think you should. If you don't put yourself out there, you won't get the guy you're waiting for," he told me.

I smiled at him. "Yes, I will, Daddy," I assured him. "I'm waiting for my you," I said. "I want a boy like you, is that so bad? I see how you treat Mom, as you always have. You're so kind, and gentle, and sweet, and loving, and everything I want. You spoiled me, letting me grow up seeing you and Mom so in love," I informed him.

He smiled back at me before pulling me into a hug. "And, I promise you, you will find your me. But, you might have to kiss a few toads before you find your prince. Your mom did," he reminded me.

"Uh-uh, I'm gonna go right for the prince," I stated.

I felt him kiss my head. "We'll see how that works out," he replied. "Now, come on, we haven't even got to cereal yet," he said and I groaned. Cereal takes to long because he never remembers who likes what and hardly lets me just do it to move the process along.

"Crunch Berries," I suggested, already throwing the box into our full cart.

"You always get Crunch Berries," my dad sighed and grabbed Wheaties.

"And you always get those and Mom always gets Raisin Brain, Julian gets Cookie Crisp, and Gino gets Lucky Charms, you really should know this by now," I informed him.

My dad smiled at me. "We spoil you kids, you know," he told me. "Back to the dating subject," he started and I rolled my eyes. "Hey, let me just say, as an Italian your mother needs four things out of life. She needs to cook, she needs a man, she needs kids, and she needs grandkids," he stated. "Now, I got her the first three, the last one is all up to you," he said.

I let out a laugh. "I'm the only child with reproductive organs?" I wondered jokingly.

"Well, no, but Gino won't be settling down for a while, Julian doesn't know what the hell he wants, you're the only one who leads with your heart like your mother," he told me. "I swear, if your mom didn't go shopping with Julian he wouldn't be able to dress himself," he added.

I held back a laugh. "So your son is a little indecisive about certain things, he'll find a girl and have babies for Mom to spoil," I assured him. "Plus, with the rate Gino is going, Mom could have a few grandkids with a few different mothers," I told him.

"Do not joke about that in front of your mother, she would kill him," my dad stated in a stern voice. "Your mother is very against the child out of wedlock ordeal. It's why before our wedding I could barely touch her, she was sure she would get pregnant," he admitted.

"Then, nine months and six days after you were married Gino was born!" I sing-songed.

My dad smiled. "Yes, he was, and your grandmother did the math just to make sure it was so," he reminded me.

"So that means you and mom... ya know, before you got married?" I questioned.

My dad raised his eyebrows at me. "Yes, we did," he answered vaguely.

"Were you guys each other's firsts?" I wondered. This is awkward, but we're a close family.

My dad pushed the car down the store. "No, we had both been with one other person before each other," he confessed.

"Okay, one more question," I began. My dad stopped to look at me. "Why is it we always have these talks in the grocery store?"

He laughed. "Push the cart, I need to figure out what lunch meat we need," he replied.

"That is not an answer!" I responded, following after him. "Hey, has anyone been home to check the mail today?" I asked.

My dad looked from the meat container to me. "Nah, Gino and Julian were in and out and you know them, if it doesn't apply to them they don't care," he told me. I nodded. "We're going home soon, mija, we'll get the mail," he promised.

I nodded again and we continued our shopping. We continued to shop, but after I remembered my NYU fate could be sitting in my apartment building, time seemed to lag on.

I checked for the mail when we got to our apartment building, but it wasn't there. My dad and I lugged up grocery bags to our apartment and I was so happy we have an elevator as I am every time we go shopping. It helps that my dad is a strong dude, he grabbed almost all of it and we bought a lot. I helped of course.

The door was open when we came in which made me confused. "What are you all doing home?" I questioned when I saw my mom and brother's. "Shouldn't you be working?" I wondered.

"William can manage for an hour," my mom assured me.

I crinkled my eyebrows together. "Why would he need to?" I asked.

"I got the mail," Gino spoke up. I nodded. "There is a letter for you," he added. Oh.

My heart flew to my throat. "And, we would have opened it but mom was talking about committing a felony and—ow, Ma!" Julian whined while rubbing his head. "Alright, it was my idea, but—hey, I can duck with the best of 'em!" he told me mom while dodging her hand again.

"Can you just open it already?" my mom pleaded, forgetting Julian.

I saw the letter on the counter and picked it up. It's thick, isn't that a good sign? But, it's small, that's bad. Usually acceptance letters are big and you know you got accepted when you see it. I can't open this and find that it is a rejection letter; I can't read the words that can destroy my dream. "Bleh, you open it!" I ordered and thrusted it towards Julian.

"Ha! I told you," he gloated and tore it open before my mom could stop him. He was quiet for a moment while he read.

"That the hell does it say?" my dad wanted to know.

Yeah, same here.

Bum, bum, bah! Will she get in? YOU JUST DO NOT KNOW! (I am way too into this)

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- Kayleigh