I know I'm moving along a bit fast, but I'm getting impatient... I need time to pass, lol. So bear with me.


A few weeks later, Savannah and Dan were still in a strong relationship. Savannah had moved in with Dan, but was still attending Lancer. Right now, she and Dan were at home, while Leilani was out with Sylvia-which certainly surprised Savannah. She didn't mind it, it was just weird that she'd all of a sudden taken an interest in Leilani.

"Do not tickle me," Savannah said, smacking Dan's hand. "You know I hate that."

"Oh, come on. It's fun," Dan said.

"Not when you have a child inside you."

"I forgot."

"You forgot about our baby? Oh, nice one."

"Hey, it doesn't talk, make noises, or wake me up."

"It's in my uterus."

"Yes, I'm aware."

Savannah rolled her eyes and she stood up when someone knocked on the door. "You're a dork," she said, walking to the door.

"You love it."

"Sure I do," she said, opening the door. "Hi Sylvia. Lani, did you have fun with Sylvia?"

"Yeah, I have fun," Leilani said, letting go of Sylvia's hand. "I go potty."

"Go on, you know where your potty chair is."

Leilani ran down the hall, and Savannah looked at Sylvia. "Wanna come in? We're not doing anything."

"Actually, I'd like to talk to you, if it's not too much to ask," Sylvia said, stepping inside the house.

"No, it's fine. Dan. Will you make sure Lani's doing okay?"

"She can't pee on her own yet?" Dan asked.

"She gets into things. Please?"

"Oh, come on, she's a girl, it's inappropriate."

"Daniel Martin, go check on her and do it now," Sylvia said.

"Fine," Dan said, getting up from the couch.

Savannah watched Dan leave the room, and she looked at Sylvia. "Is something wrong?"

"No. I just wanted to apologize," Sylvia said.

Savannah raised her eyebrows. "...Oh..."

"I know I didn't make a very god impression, and I know that no matter what I think, Dan's not going to break up with you to make me happy. I figured that since you're going to be in a relationship with my son, and you're having his baby, I needed to be a little more accepting."

"It's not just Dan's baby, it's your grandchild... I'm not your biggest fan, but I don't want to keep it from you. I can ignore the hatred, but I can't ignore the guilt of not letting you see your own grandchild."

"Why is it a problem to keep it from me, but not your own parents? ...Dan told me."

"My parents disowned me. You can't disown me because I'm not yours."

"You might as well be. We're going to see a lot of each other. You're having a baby with my son, I can't take interest in that baby and not have respect for you."

"...So, we're okay?"

"We're fine. Come here," Sylvia said, opening her arms.

Savannah's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Sylvia and she sniffled lightly. "Thank you..."

"No, thank you."

"Me?"

Sylvia nodded as they pulled away. "What you said made me think. I don't want to lose my son, I want to get to know my grandchildren, including Leilani, and I want to get to know you. You're already part of my family. You have been since you started dating Dan."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that..."

"I'm sure the feeling is mutual with your family."

"My parents want nothing to do with me..."

"Well, you just gained parents that do."

Savannah smiled. "Thank you..."

"Mommy! Danny mean!" Leilani shouted, running into the living room.

"Why is Danny mean? Why are you naked?" she asked, picking her up.

"Danny no nice," she said, crossing her arms.

"Dan, why is she naked?"

"I was gonna put her in her pajamas and she ran off," Dan said, walking into the room.

"...It's only five."

"So? We aren't going anywhere."

"She needs a bath first, smart one. How come Danny's mean, Lani?"

"Danny tickle Wani," Leilani said.

"Aww. He won't tickle you no more. Mommy won't let him. Bath time," she said, handing Leilani to Dan.

"Hey, it's not my turn," Dan said.

"Hey, I've given her a bath for the last week because you fell asleep early on purpose."

"Danny, I go potty," Leilani said.

"Okay, just a minute. What do you mean on purpose? You know I was working on your car the whole week," Dan said.

"My car was fine before you started messing with it. It broke down twice on the way to school, thank you very much," Savannah said, crossing her arms.

"It broke down because you wouldn't take a cab."

"It broke down because you messed it up. You don't know anything about cars, Dan; you can't fix one without knowing about them. I keep my car in tip top shape, I do all the work on it myself."

"Girls can't fix cars."

"That's so sexist. Marti would kick your ass if she heard you say that."

"Marti's not here."

"...Yes, I am," Marti said, from the door.

"Thanks, Van; you jinxed me-hey, hey, hey," Dan said, looking down at his shirt. "Lani, why'd you do that?"

"I say I go potty," Leilani said.

"She did say that, you told her to hold on. She's only two, she doesn't know how to hold it. Have fun giving her that bath," Savannah said.

"Hey, Lani," Marti said.

"What?" Leilani asked.

"High five, Baby; good job," she said, holding her hand out.

Leilani high fived Marti and she giggled when Dan tickled her. "No tickle!"

"Dan," Savannah said.

"What?" Dan asked.

"Please. Get her in the bath tub."

"I'm going, don't get your panties in a bunch," he said, starting for the door.

"She's not wearing panties, she's wearing a thong," Marti said.

Savannah raised an eye brow and she looked at Marti. "...And, you know this because...?"

"No panty lines. Hi, Syl," Marti said.

"Hi, Marti," Sylvia said. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. How's Dad doing?"

"He's better. He's asking about you."

"I'll try to stop by next weekend. I'm swamped this week."

"I'll let him know. You have a good week. Savannah, keep Daniel in check."

"Oh, I will," Savannah said.

Marti looked at Savannah as Sylvia left, and she shut the door. "What's up with that? I thought you guys weren't getting along? Why are you crying?" she asked, wiping a stray tear from Savannah's cheek.

"We weren't, but she apologized, and I'm a sucker for heartfelt apologies."

"You're a sucker, period."

"...Yeah, don't rub it in."