June
April stared Mike down in the boxing ring of the workout room. She was determined to beat him this time. If it was the last thing she did. She swung, but he spun her around, gripping her waist tightly and pulling his arm up to her chest, symbolizing a knife that could have been stabbed into her heart. April shut her eyes, for sure that she had that one this time. "What did you do?" He asked like a parent that had caught his child doing something wrong.
She sighed, her chest falling up and down rapidly against his hand. "I forgot to keep my hands up." She spoke, angry with herself at forgetting something that simple.
"And where would that get you?" He questioned. She rolled her eyes slightly. Coach Mike was the harshest Mike she had ever met.
"Dead." She spoke point blank.
He spun her out of the grip he had her in, the two facing each other back in a combat style. "Go again."
She punched at him, but he blocked, her keeping her hands up this time to block him from turning her over. She pushed him into the side of the ring, but his strength trumped hers, throwing her into the rope just like she had done to him. That's when she got a good idea. She kneed him in the gut, sending him back slightly and then she kneed his head, sending him into a dazed confusion on what the hell just happened. Before he could do anything else, she pushed him to the ground to immediately climb on top of him, putting a finger gun to his head with a smirk on her face. "You're dead."
"That was dirty." He commented, pushing her hand out of his face.
"Yeah, well, if someone is trying to kill me, I don't think that they'll keep it clean."
She got off of him, too soon for Mike's liking before she helped him up. "You don't fight me dirty."
April gave him a fake thinking face, making him just smirk. He loved when they could be assholes together. "Or are you just an old man that's mad he got beat up by an inexperienced girl?"
He smirked at her while shaking his head. "Don't pull that feminism crap on me. I love women and you know it."
"Trust me," April spoke as Mike began to pull off his boxing gloves. "It's not about loving women." She began pulling her gloves off too, once she was finished, tossing them in the box where they kept their boxing gloves. Mike got out of the ring, waiting for April to go under the rope so he could help her down. He grabbed her by her waist, setting her down on the floor as the two began to walk forward. "How's Leah?" April asked, wiping sweat from her brow as they walked.
"She's okay, I guess."
April's eyebrows furrowed as she looked over at him, confused. "You guess?"
Mike shook his head, looking away from her. "I don't want to talk about it, April."
"Then you picked the wrong person to train with this morning." Mike chuckled, knowing she was right. April was probably the most persistent person he knew. "What's going on with Leah?"
Mike sighed, knowing April didn't know what it was like to be married. She wouldn't get all of it. "She's got this friend…Patty or something." April automatically chuckled, knowing exactly what this was about. "And she just keeps talking and talking about this guy she's seeing and how they think he's cheating on her or something."
"You don't even know what's going on in the story." April spoke with a bit of an eye roll. "No shocker."
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked while holding the door open for her.
She turned around to look at him as they made their way into the kitchen. "You don't listen to crap you don't care about." As soon as April pushed the door open, Mike caught it as she went to the fridge. She turned around, half in the fridge, but wanting to see his face for this part. "Remember when I tried to tell you about NSYNCH?"
He reached his hand out, pointing a finger at her. "That was different, I don't give a crap about boy bands."
She threw him a bottle of water which he caught before she leaned against the island, opposite of him. Their faces were so close to the other, he could count every little freckle if he really wanted to and April could see the years of damage in every inch of his skin. "So, I propose that you try listening even when it's shit you don't care about."
Mike squinted a little bit, getting distracted by her eyes, leaning in only slightly. "You have brown flakes in your eyes."
April rolled her eyes, leaning up from what could have been a very intimate moment. "You're an asshole."
"I was listening." April shook her head, turning to the fridge again, trying to find a snack. "You were talking about listening."
When he saw that she was ignoring him, he grabbed her wrist, turning her around instantly, their bodies extremely close together. "Why do you hear me and not your wife?"
Mike shrugged playfully while looking down at her. "You're always interesting."
She gave him a smirk, thinking he was messing with her, causing her to turn around, back into the fridge. That's when Mike had to think back on what they both said. Why did everything April said sound like the newest wonder of the world and everything Leah said sounded like yesterday's news?
Before anything else could happen, Ben and Maggie came into the room. "How could you possibly lack that much taste?" Maggie questioned, tearing April and Mike out of whatever they were doing.
"Maggie," Ben spoke calmly. "Let me wear what I want to wear."
"You can't possibly think the blue tie looks better with a suit that looks that blue?"
Mike and April shared a look before April turned back to the fridge, pulling out a protein shake. "I'm running the country, I'm pretty sure I can run my wardrobe too."
Maggie opened her mouth, about to say something when she noticed April. Well, mostly what April was wearing. It was a hot pink sports bra and tight black leggings with her hair pulled into a sloppy bun leading to loose strands with sweat dripping in a few. She also noticed Mike standing in the area too. "April," she spoke in a commanding tone. "Put on a jacket."
April rolled her eyes, hating to always have this conversation with her mom. It happened the second she hit puberty and got a pretty nice rack. Her mother was always telling her "pull your shirt up", "put on something a little less revealing" or "maybe that's not the best shirt/dress given your circumstances". "It's just a body, mom. Everyone has one."
"Don't argue." Ben commanded just like her mother had.
April gave a dramatic eye roll along with a sigh before moving to the jacket resting on the island. Mike looked at her as she did, feeling kind of bad. He listened to her feministic rants, whether she believed it or not, and he agreed with her. Mike was in a very revealing tank top, his muscles protruding out of every end, and no one asked him to put on a jacket because of it.
"Today's the big day." Maggie spoke, ignoring Ben for the time being and putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders while standing behind her. April rolled her eyes, keeping her eye contact with Mike, making him smirk through the drink he was taking. "Are you excited?"
"Thrilled."
"Don't be an asshole." Maggie whispered, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
April's mouth dropped while Mike almost spit out his drink. "Dad!" April spoke, trying to get some backup on this one.
"Well, you were kind of being an asshole."
April rolled her eyes, turning back to the fridge, finally pulling out raspberries. "I hate this family."
"Oh." Maggie spoke as Ben just chuckled at his daughter's response. "Give me some."
"No." She spoke, pulling the container away from her. "These are my raspberries. Do you physically put 'raspberries' on the list for the shopper? No, so they're mine." She turned all the way away from her with a huff. "It's bad enough I have to share Coca Pebbles with Conner." Conner immediately came into the kitchen after that, hurrying for a bowl of Coca Pebbles. "Speak of the devil." She muttered under her breath.
Conner practically pushed April out of the way of the fridge for milk with an eye roll. "You're just mad that I don't have school anymore and you do."
"Am not." She argued.
"Are too." He argued right back.
April got her face down to his level, making sure to look right at him. "Am not!"
He got on his tip toes, trying to do the same thing April was doing. "Are too!"
"You are both too active and angry for the morning." Ben commented with a hand on his temple.
"Both of you," Maggie spoke, almost exasperated. "Stop."
"Conner," Mike spoke, nodding to the bowl of cereal he just poured. "Why don't you take that bowl upstairs with you to watch cartoons?"
"Really?" he asked, practically jumping up and down from excitement.
"Yeah, but if you make a mess, you're cleaning it up and no one's helping you." Conner grabbed the bowl, carefully walking out of the kitchen making April chuckle just a little bit.
Mike then turned to April, an automatic smirk on her face, ready to be her usual defiant self. "You have to get ready for school."
"I don't have to." She spoke with a shrug. "That's the beauty of college, I don't have to do anything."
Mike got closer to her, not really wanting the President hear him threaten his daughter. "If you don't get your ass upstairs and take a shower, I will personally take you back into that ring and kick your ass."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" she whispered into his ear in a seductive voice, her breath hot on his face.
"April," he warned.
"Oh, I'm going. Don't get your panties in a twist." She hurried out of the kitchen, leaving just the adults.
When Mike turned to look at Ben, he saw him looking at his watch. "You got them both out of here in thirty seconds."
A smile spread on Mike's face before he shrugged. "It's my job."
April sat in the back of her limo, breathing deeply. She asked, well asked isn't the right word, begged them to let her drive there. Mike wouldn't have that. Especially with the shooting that happened just a few months ago. The Secret Service team hated for her to even drive. So, here she was just outside the building of her first class of the day sitting in her limo, the United States flag mounted at the front, telling everyone this was a presidential vehicle. "I hate all of you." Mike looked away from his paper to look at her with a puzzled face. "Why can't you just let me live my life?"
"Because you're the president's daughter," Mike spoke, adjusting how he was sitting so he could look at her better. "Your life will never be normal again."
April's head fell back, taking a deep sigh, confusing Mike even more. "Shouldn't you be really happy that you're starting college? Gonna get fucked up at parties and make out with boys?"
April rolled her eyes, turning her head slightly to look at him. "Yeah, if the paparazzi wasn't following me all day, every day." She scoffed as she turned away from him. "They still think we're in a secret relationship."
Mike studied her some more, knowing April should be really excited about this. "What's going on, Showers?" She smiled a little bit at the sound of her codename. "You're going to be using that brilliant, scientific mind again, you should be happy, but you're sitting in this car sulking." He turned all the way to her direction, causing April to look back to him. "What gives?"
April sighed before shaking her head at him. "How the hell am I going to make friends – real friends – here as the president's daughter?" Mike let out a deep sigh, feeling bad for April in that moment, knowing she had a right to be worried. "You saw what William did to get close to me, how do I know if the people who I consider my friends don't have a hidden agenda the entire time?"
Mike grabbed April's hand which she gripped for dear life, finding herself looking straight forward. "As much as I hate William, I must admit that he had genuine feelings for you. So, what I'm trying to say is that even if someone starts out becoming your friend because of that reason, they're eventually going to become your real friend." She turned to look at him, wondering how he could possibly know that was going to happen. "No one can resist falling for you."
She turned to look at him, smiling slightly. He knew the best things to say to make her feel better, and if it wasn't for him, she was sure she would be stuck in a relationship with that god awful William Guthrie. She gave his hand another tight squeeze with a smile before saying what she knew was going to be tough to bring up with him. "Do you think that we can restrict security to just standing right outside the room I'm in? You don't have to be right next to me at all possible times, do you?"
Mike sighed while looking her up and down. He wanted to keep her as safe as possible, but he knew this was her first day, and this was her first time as the president's daughter. "Fine." She began to applaud, but he rose his finger at her. "But just for today. Tomorrow I'm gonna be sitting right next to you in every single class."
"Fine. Deal." She put out her hand, another thing Mike taught her. Nothing was agreed upon until there was a shake. He shook her hand and as soon as their shake was done, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled slightly as she hurried out of the car, he watched her walk out, and still insanely worried for what was going to happen to her while he wasn't with her. It was like his chest was squeezing in. "This girl is gonna kill me." He mumbled to himself, watching her walk off until she was completely out of his sight.
April walked into the lecture hall, looking all around. She knew this college was big, but she just wasn't really thinking about how big the classes were. Almost every spot was taken being there only being five minutes until the class started. As she looked around, everyone was on their phones, not even paying attention. She saw that as a blessing and a disadvantage. She took an empty seat crammed between a jock and a girl with a purple beanie on with headphones in. It was one of the last rows, and April knew she was going to need her glasses to be able to see the board.
She began to rummage through her bag, looking for her glasses and once she pulled them out, she realized something very dire. She had no amount of journal or paper to take notes on. She stiffened, wondering how the hell this was going to play out. She straightened up from looking in her bag, taking a few deep breaths. How could she be so stupid? "You okay?"
She quickly turned to her right, finding it was the girl with the beanie turned toward her. When she spoke, her voice had a kind of smoky tone to it. Her thin hair fell in curls, just barely going past her shoulders. Her almond colored eyes were hiding behind wire frames, and despite it being summer, she was dressed in mostly black. "Um," April spoke, not sure how to approach this. "I forgot my notebook."
She looked at her empty desk for a moment before going through her bag and pulling out some loose paper. "Here you go."
April gave her a confused look, not understanding why she was so nice. "Thanks." She spoke it almost cautiously, making the girl turn her head to the side a little bit.
She wouldn't know that April was so self-conscious about who she was as the president's daughter. "You're welcome." She was actually kind of confused at her tone, but she decided not to let it bother her.
The professor suddenly walked into the lecture hall, everyone getting ready to take notes when April realized something else. The girl noticed that hopeless puppy look on her face again. "Don't tell me you forgot a pen too?" she whispered.
April turned to look at her, the girl rolling her eyes at her puppy face. "Here." She spoke handing over an extra pen. "I better get both back."
"Thank you." April whispered as sincere as she possibly could, the girl giving her an obvious wave like she was an idiot.
April took a deep sigh. She couldn't believe she had allowed herself to be that stupid. The instructor began to speak, April not being able to believe that she had come off as a complete idiot to the first classmate of hers she had met. Maybe she could make it up to herself in the lecture. She was following insanely well while the girl next to her was struggling. The girl looked over April's shoulder, studying her notes, finding sub notes that she had already knew about the topic. April turned to look at her once she felt her eyes, smiling slightly, knowing she had proved herself. "You're pretty good at this stuff." She whispered with a nod as April just shrugged. "Yeah," she spoke, tearing off a piece of paper and handing it to her. "I'm gonna need your name and number to survive this course."
April smiled while picking up the borrowed pen and writing down her number. This wasn't how she expected to make her first friend, but it was actually better than she pictured her first day to be. April did the same as the girl, tearing off a piece of her paper and handing it to her. "And I'm gonna need yours for a reminder to buy school supplies."
The girl laughed, and in just a few moments, they had exchanged slips of paper. "Nice to meet you, April." The girl spoke while sticking out her hand with a slightly goofy expression on her face.
April chuckled, taking her hand and shaking it. "You too, Megan."
April liked to busy herself around the house, finding it better than just sitting around and have the staff doing everything for her. She was currently peeling potatoes with their cook preparing their meal and Mike by her side, peeling potatoes with her. They had let silence pass over them, each of them finding themselves getting caught up in the activities they were doing, but April's phone kept buzzing. Mike gave her a look after the tenth time in a row as April put down the potato and knife while laughing at the phone. "Who's that?" Mike asked, nodding towards the phone.
"A friend." April spoke, putting the phone down after typing a response and going back to the potatoes.
"You've been attached to that phone the entire time you've being peeling." Monica, their chef spoke, peeking out from behind the pot. "Before Mike even joined you."
"Is that so?" Mike asked, now a playful look on his face.
"It's not a boy." April intercepted, knowing that was going to be Mike's first question. "I've sworn them off for a good while."
"Wait a minute," Mike spoke, putting down his potato and knife. "Is this the reason why you always ask me to meet you a building away when picking you up from class?"
She gave Mike a sly smile, letting him know he got it right. "Maybe."
"Wait a minute," Monica spoke, leaning on the table they were at so she could look at April more closely. "Does this friend even know you're the president's daughter?"
April's eyes darted back and forth between the two, both of them gasping when they realized April's best friend didn't know who her father was. "April." They both scolded in unison.
"It's never come up before." April defended. She looked down at her potato, not wanting to look either of them in the eye. "I wanted to get close with people before revealing the fact that I'm the president's daughter." She shrugged, looking back to Mike. "Remember how well it went when William knew I was the president's daughter right off the back."
Mike let out a scoff and shook his head. "Yeah, I'd like to see that little twerp now." He finally looked back to April. "I hope he still has that black eye you gave him."
"Mike," April spoke calmly, finding the biggest flaw in his wishful thinking. "That was like two months ago. I'm pretty sure the bruise healed."
"Well, I hope it didn't." He whispered, barely loud enough for April to hear.
April opened her mouth, about to continue arguing with him, but Monica knew she had to stop the two now or they would be here all night. "I understand why you're waiting to tell her, but don't you think that if she hadn't backed out on you now, it's time to tell her?"
April sighed. She didn't want to admit it, but she was scared. She didn't want Megan to go running for the hills once she found out who her family was and she didn't want Megan to take advantage of her and her family, but she also knew both Monica and Mike were right. April picked up her phone, quickly typing up a message. "Megan wanted to meet for a study session tomorrow, we could change it to here."
Mike was almost giddy as she typed up the message, causing her to give him a slightly confused/annoyed look. Mike then looked to Monica, giving her a playful smile. "I never get to meet April's friends."
"Because you'll give them a pat down the second they get two inches to me."
Monica nodded, backing up April's comment, knowing Mike even before April had. "She's right."
"Sorry for protecting you at all costs." Mike spoke sarcastically.
April threw her potato back down, turning to look at Mike. "There is a line between protection and over bearing."
Monica sighed while looking back and forth. "Tell me where that line is then." Mike challenged.
Monica knew, this was going to continue for the entire preparation of dinner. "The point where you give a cavity search to my friends!" And the turkey still had another hour in the oven.
"I haven't even done it yet, you just assume I'm gonna do it!" It was going to be a long hour.
Megan had been circling for a while now, the security detail was probably getting worried of her presence. She had finally pulled over and picked up her phone, calling April automatically. It rang twice before she picked it up. "Hello?" April questioned.
"Okay, the only house I can see close to the address you sent me is the White House. If this is a prank, very funny, but where is your legit address?"
There was a knock on her car window, sending Megan at least a foot in the air in shock. "What the hell, April?" She yelled once she saw who was at the window. She threw her door open, turning to look at her. "You scared the hell out of me!" That's when she noticed a guy with dark hair standing close by her. "Who's this?"
April turned slightly to look at Mike, waving a hand at him. "Oh, that's just Mike."
"'Just'?" he repeated, slightly offended.
"Oh, calm down." She told him with an eye roll before turning back to Megan.
"Um," Megan spoke with a shrug. "So, he's like your boyfriend or something?"
April let out a loud chuckle, Mike giving her another offended look. "No, bodyguard if we want to get technical."
"What?" Megan questioned, completely confused with how this study session was playing out.
"It will all get really clear really soon. I promise."
Megan looked at her friend, Mike and then her car. She was wondering if she should make a break for it, but April had become a pretty close friend. At the least she could give her a chance. "Okay?"
April smiled, reaching out for her hand which Megan reluctantly took. April followed Mike, taking them to the front gate of the White House. Mike immediately went to the front gate, getting Megan's visitor pass as she turned to look back at April. "Are we studying at the White House now? Can you do that?"
April bit her lip slightly when Mike came back with a lanyard for her. "Megan Goodnight," he looked at her for a moment before giving her a confused glance. "Is that your real name?"
"You want to see my birth certificate?" She asked in a tired voice. Megan got that a lot. Like at least on a daily basis.
"Okay," Mike spoke, moving to put the lanyard on her. "Megan Goodnight, you are granted with an all access pass."
"Sweet." Megan commented as she looked down at the lanyard.
"Let's go." April called, pulling her forward and into the physical White House.
"So," Megan began as she walked through the front door with Mike leading the way, thinking of all the possibilities on why April would take her to the White House. "Is your dad like the chef or something like on Corey in the House or…"
Megan trailed off when she saw the President of the United States walking down the stairs, speaking into his cell phone. "I'll get with you tomorrow." He spoke into the phone.
Megan was completely stunned as April showed up in her ear. "Our chef's name is actually Monica. That's my dad."
Megan turned to her with wide eyes before remembering she had a mustard stain on her shirt she immediately tried to wipe out. She thought this was going to just be a lazy study session at April's house. She didn't realize she was meeting President Benjamin Asher.
Ben moved to the two girls while Mike stood close by. "Hey, pumpkin." Ben spoke while pulling April in to kiss the top of her head. Then Ben turned to the other girl, black hair tied up in a messy bun and contacts instead of her wire glasses. She wore one of her old high school T-shirts, yoga pants and Nike's, compared to Ben's suit and tie. "And you must be the Megan I've been hearing so much of."
Ben put his hand out to shake Megan's and she just looked at it. "Whoa, bro." She spoke almost under her breath before taking his hand and shaking it. Now she knew where April got her people skills from. Every time the girl met someone new, she sounded like she was running for a position in office. "I voted for you by the way." She spoke quickly while shaking his hand.
Ben laughed as April put her face in her own palm. "Glad to hear that." Mike put a hand on April's shoulder, massaging it lightly as she leaned into it. "April has told me so much about you."
Megan then looked at April, giving her a kind of angry stare she shrugged to. "Really because she's told me hardly anything about you."
April gave her another playful shrug that Megan just gave her an angry smile. "Let me properly introduce you to Mike." Ben spoke, moving to his secret service agent just as Mike took his hand off of April's shoulder. "Because I know my daughter didn't."
April gave him a little shrug, but Ben knew his daughter, and he knew Megan didn't know who her father was until he came down these steps. "Mike here is in charge of April's security detail, so if you need anything while you're here, just ask Mike and he'll help you out."
Megan gave him a shy smile, now really regretting mistaking him for April's boyfriend, but not totally regretting it. There was something there. She just hadn't figured it out yet. She wasn't even sure if April had figured it out yet.
"I've got a few more things to take care of," Ben told the group, looking back to his cell phone before turning back to Megan. "But can I expect you at dinner?"
"How could I refuse a gourmet meal?"
"We're actually just having pizza tonight." April spoke with a guilty look on her face.
Megan looked down at that, taking a deep sigh. "Well, that's disappointing."
April looked up to her father with a smile. "She's staying for dinner."
Ben gave them each a smile before hurrying up the stairs to go back into his office. Megan continued to stand there, processing everything that had just happened. "Why don't we go to my room?" April suggested.
"I need a drink." Megan muttered as April dragged her up to stairs and into her room.
Mike followed them, April giving him an annoyed face as he gave her that stupid know-it-all smile. "Told you that you should have told her earlier."
"You didn't even know until yesterday." She spoke in a hushed whisper before slamming the door in his face as Mike stood there for a moment, realizing she was right.
April turned to her friend who was slowly freaking out just looking at the room. "What the hell, April?!" Megan finally asked, turning around to look at her. "I'm in the White House right now. Like deep in the White House. Stuff that isn't even in the tours, and I should know since I've lived here my whole life and I've been going on those since elementary school!"
"Look," April spoke, nervously playing with her hands. "I know you're freaking out – "
"Understatement!" Megan screamed out, still walking around the room like she had no idea what she was doing or where she was going.
"Okay, you're probably livid, but I have a good reason for keeping it from you."
"Oh," Megan spoke, sitting down on her bed, looking at her like this was the most interesting piece of information she had ever heard. "Do tell."
April stood there for a moment, trying to find out where to start. "My dad was the governor of Pennsylvania before he was president, and even then, people would want to be friends with me just to see what my house looked like or the perks of being in the news or all the luxurious things I had."
Megan's face softened a little bit, seeing where her friend was going with all of this. "And you thought it would be even worse when your dad became the president."
April let out a sigh of relief. She expected Megan to act more drastically to the news, but she was so understanding. "Yes."
Megan gave her a slight smile with a shrug as she began to look around again. "I get it." She turned back to her friend, the smile growing just a little bit. "I mean, I don't want to get it because my best friend lied to me, but…I get it."
April gave her a big smile, her shoulders caving in just a little bit. "'Best friend'?"
"Oh god." Megan spoke, shutting her eyes, knowing how April was with feelings. April was completely giddy, hurrying to her side at the bed. "I shouldn't have said anything."
April wrapped her in a hug which Megan wasn't going to protest. She hugged her back as tight as she could because she meant what she said, those two hadn't known each other long, but they were best friends. Megan looked to her, breaking out of the hug slightly. "Although, I don't think your dad likes me."
April gave her a confused look, wondering where she got that from. "Why?"
"Because he talked to me like a politician." She spoke obviously.
"Megan," April practically laughed out, looking to her best friend. "He is a politician."
She looked down slightly, thinking about it. "Oh yeah." April laughed, pulling her back into a hug which Megan enjoyed, but she was going to act like she hated.
When they finally pulled away, Megan looked back to the door, moving closer on the bed to April. "So what's with you and that Mike guy?"
"What do you mean?" April chuckled.
"Oh, come on, you like him."
"Mike?!" April exclaimed with a laugh resting in her throat. "No, he's just a friend."
Megan looked her friend up and down, not totally believing her. "Okay." April opened her mouth, about to say more, catching on that tone Megan used, but Megan was pulling out her school books. "Are we actually going to get to studying because I don't know about you, but I want to get into the nursing program?"
April pulled out her notes as Megan cracked open her book. Megan immediately began talking about anatomy, but April was only half listening. This was the second time in the last few months that someone had suggested April having a thing for Mike and it was two people who were very close to her. While putting her pen to her lips, she began to think. Was it possibly that she did have a thing for Mike, but she just hadn't realized it?
: Hehehe the punch was my favorite part to write
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I have once again taken forever to update, but I hope I made it up to you guys since this is the longest chapter I've written for this story! I am officially done with school, though, so that means this summer will be focusing on working and writing. Whoo! I hope you guys liked this chapter and Happy Mother's Day to the mothers out there and I hope you all had a fantastic day!