NOTICE: All Mistakes are mine. I have no Beta. Sorry for the delay! Busy week! Enjoy! This will all make since in the later chapters. Trust me.

(Warning. Story based on it's complicated charcters. However events and endings will vary from actually movie.)

Most charcters in this fic will my own origional charcters. It's complicated basisIt was just an idea I have had for awhile,but didn't think it was worth writing down. . I think it sucks personally,let me know if you think I should continue?

- - - - - - - - - - December 23, 1979 - - - - - - - - - -

6:28 am.

The phone rings.

She doesn't hear. She's in the living room. Sprawled out across the floor. Her long hair back in a French twist. Wrapping paper and scissors spread out over the delicate ,white carpet. 'Tickle me Elmo' and 'Barney tapes' are her only friends as she had already neatly wrapped the others. Jane knows that she can't wrap the gifts with Lauren running amuck. She can't wrap them on the weekends because she has catering jobs. So, early in the morning is the only time she has to herself to do things. She had gotten Lauren a lot this year, so had Jake. They loved spoiling her,But for jane it was more than spoiling. It was attempting to feel the void by doubling the presents for her, she feels like she is giving Amelia her rightful share gifts. Jane still buys one each year and pit's it back, way back in the closet. They just sit there year after year. Seeing them there unopened doesn't fill the whole.

The phone rings again.

Jane's eyes shoot up. She huffs looking at the obstacles covering the floor. The phone practically ringing off the hook in the next room.

"Jake! Jake could you get that im still wrapping."

There's no reply from his office on the second floor.. That's not supprising. He's been obsessed with work ever since he took on the job at the firm. He had started off small, and jane was okay with that. Now he was buried nose deep in his cases constantly trying to top his last. Jake was a power hungry lawyer. A side of him Jane never thought she would see. He often left his phone off the hook in his small office in there home. Sure, Jane liked being able to have nice things, sending Lauren to the best preschool Santa Barbara offered ,The listed flowed on from there, But none of that amounted to having what she wanted most, her husband holding her in a warm embrace, his hands traveling down her body.

The phone rings a third time.

Jane staggers to her feet. Carefully crossing the living room she reached the kitchen.

"Hello. Adler residence. Also Jane's catering. How can I help you?"

She questioned, all in one breath. She began to twist the phone cord around her finger. Listening to the women on the phone.

"Yes, this is she speaking.. Who is this?"

There was an awkward yet familiar silence.

"M-Mir- "

She clenched her throat, unable continue.

"Janine, It's me."

She said, sternly.

"Miranda! It's so nice to hear from you! I didn't recognize your voice."

Jane replied.

"I assumed you wouldn't. It's been. Awhile."

Her lips forming a small smile over 100 miles away.

"Yes, five years. How's new York? Mamma says you've moved up at the magazine?"

"Indeed I have. How have you been? I just recently got word you moved to California.

I Hope your well paid for you culinary arts? I will not have my sister running herself to death to make a living when you can get someone else to do it for you. once someone realizes your brilliance of corse.. Also I must know more about this Jake. Since I was not formally invited to the wedding I should say a visit is in order. I need to see him so I can read him. If another man so much as looks at you wrong I'll sue, after what happened in 197--"

Jane's deep sigh cut her off, realizing she had crossed a line bringing all of that up again. She trailed off into silence once more.

She clicked her tongue in the back of her mouth, still peeved she was not invited, even though her parents had not been present either. Miranda had thought she would be present at her own sisters wedding. For Christ sake.

Jane scowled. 'Here we go again!' She thought. Miranda, who had shown no interest in being part of the family as a teenager was now suddenly curious as to how Jane's life was going.

"Miranda please. Jake is fine for me. We really are perfect he's nothing like….He will never be.. And since when did you care about my life? I really don't…. Im in the middle of wrapping Lauren's Christmas presents and.."

'Shit' Jane heard Miranda's sharp inhale almost as if she was standing right in from of her.

"Lauren? My niece. How is she now?"

"She's fine. She's turning three soon. Listen I am really busy Miranda, Is there anything else you called for? Or did you just want to chat?"

Jane furrowed her brow, resting her left hand on her hip. She knew Miranda never called just to 'chat'

"Ahh. Yes. Yes there is forgive me Jane. I just worry about you is that so hard to believe?"

Silence.

"Is it!"

She demanded, raising her voice only to jane.

"No Miranda. I..Im sorry."

"Don't be. Now. Im hosting a gala event on new years eve. It's my first and I need it to be perfect jane. I need you. Your catering company is the best in Santa Barbara I hear. Please don't let me down. Janine."

"I..I won't Miranda. If you need a favor, little sis. All you had to do was ask…"

Jane grabbed a pen off the counter, and began scribbling down the details of the event.

- - - - - - - - - - December 23, 1979 - - - - - - - - - -

2 hours later.

Jake emerged from his office. After taking care of his business in a bathroom he entered the kitchen, hoping to get a late breakfast and catch up on the paper before going to work at 9:00 am.

He rubbed his forehead. He looked like death warmed over. His suit was wrinkled and his hair barely combed and sleeked back. Jake reminded Jane so much of her father. Jane was standing over the sink, elbow high in murky dish water. Jake didn't notice the new perfume. Or the beautifully wrapped presents under the tree. He was interested in other things.

The silence remained.

"Jane. This is amazing."

Jake finally responded to the steaming hot breakfast laid out for him.

"Im sorry for not coming down sooner. I was up all night working on the Meeks case. I think I have really got some good evidence here to back up his claims."

Jane smiled at him, wiping her hands clean and rinsing them.

"That's wonderful, but I don't like you not coming to bed, Jake. You don't think your a little obsessive with your cases do you?"

Jake was proud of himself, finishing off his coffee he stood up.

"Humph. I should say not jane. Do you know what winning this case could mean for us?"

His pleading eyes got the best of Jane, all she could do was nod agreeably.

"I thought so. Oh, who was that on the phone?"

"My sister."

Jane gulped, she knew what was coming next.

"Your sister? The one that would not speak to you for five years?"

Jake's puzzled expression grew curiously.

"Yeah her. The only one I have...She... She um wants me to do this thing. This dinner Gala in New York on new years."

"And?"

And? Jane relaxed.

"I said I'd go. Do it you know… Cater it. She is my little sister after all."

'Here it comes..'

"O..Okay. How long will you be in new York?"

"Three days."

"I have this case to land jane, I can't stay home with Lauren."

"I could get mamma to watch Lauren?"

Jane offered.

"Well, It would have been nice of you to run this by me a little earlier."

He paused. ,even though Jane had just found out about it herself.

"I think it would be good for the business and bring in money. You should do it. Have fun."

Jake offered a small grin.

'Maybe not…'

Jane grinned back.