So we are up to this next chapter now. Suspense, much? Not sure if that's good or bad. Anyway, I've had all these ideas about what to add and now I'm putting this one in before I forget. It's kind of like the second parter to chapter nine, i guess, and it's also a suggestion from someone. So Ash, thank you for your suggestion. This is step one right to it!
Disclaimer: If we read all this HSM fanfiction why would we own HSM? xD
Chapter Ten Summary: About a week after Cheryl's party, making her officially six and Dylan eighteen (as he was last chapter). Taylor comes back from the doctor's and has to talk to Chad, revealing a secret in the process. Elsewhere, Justina and Cheryl decide to have a little competition with each other.
Chapter Ten: Heart to Heart
Taylor stepped in through the front door, quietly closing it behind her. She looked around the house carefully, or what she could see of it. The living room was empty, no one appeared to be in the dining room, so if the kitchen was clear then she could head up and be unnoticed. She turned her head in the direction and saw Chad standing by the counter in the kitchen, leaning forward onto it with what looked like a coffee mug in front of him.
"Oh...you're still home." Were the first words that came out of her mouth.
"Yeah." Chad nodded. "Dylan took Cheryl to the park. I think he went to pick up Tim, Justina, and Corrie. Possibly."
Taylor merely nodded. "I thought you were taking them."
"Nope. Just the kids." he shook his head. "So how'd your appointment go?" That was the main reason Chad had stayed in almost all day. After thinking she was over the cold or whatever it was about a week ago, Taylor decided to make a doctor's appointment to make sure and to get her usual checkup. Of course, with also throwing up more on occasions she wanted to be sure. She said she was feeling better, no fever or much of an upset stomach. She ate a little more than when she was sick too, so obviously her appetite was back. But that still didn't explain the nausea, unless everything she ate didn't agree with her.
"It was alright." Taylor stated with a single nod, not wanting to talk about it too much. "The doctor assumed that I did catch a minor bug, especially considering how much it was spreading to everyone. I'm amazed no one else in this house got sick."
"So you're completely over it then?" Chad wondered.
"I'm over something." Taylor replied. "Just may not be what you think."
Chad raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it."
"Good." she answered. "I'm just going to head upstairs. I'm not in much of a talking mood right now."
"You want some company?" Chad wondered.
"No, I'm ok." Taylor told him. "Thanks, though."
Chad only sighed as she headed up the stairs. Why did he get the feeling that she was hiding something from him?
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"Hey, why are you guys not playing?" Dylan asked as he walked over to the kids. "You're at the park. There's slides, swings, monkey bars, ice cream...and here you are laying down on the grass."
"We're bored." Cheryl answered, picking up her head for that brief moment.
"Ok how can you be bored?" Dylan wondered.
"There's nothing to do. We're not chasing each other. We're not attacking each other. Where's the rush of excitement?" Timothy questioned.
Justina sighed. They always had to be so hyper with Corrie. But Corrie was at home sick so she couldn't join them. Justina didn't know why she was there, either. Sure she loved her brother and was friends with Cheryl, but they seemed to have more fun with Corrie. It was like Justina didn't belong with them.
"Sorry Corrie couldn't join us." she said sarcastically.
"You're just mad cause she's the funner twin." Cheryl stated.
Justina's eyes widened as she sat up. "What?"
"You don't do as much fun stuff as Corrie does, even is she is crazy." Cheryl shrugged.
"Uh, before you guys go any further," Dylan suggested, "don't call someone crazy unless you're joking about it or they really go act crazy. Corrie's just an active girl is all. Not crazy."
"Uh-huh." Cheryl muttered.
"So what are you sayin?" Justina asked. "That I'm not fun cause I'm not Corrie?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Cheryl nodded.
"Oooh, cat fight." Timothy chuckled.
"Back off, Tim. I can handle her." Justina told her brother.
"Hello, I'm olderer." Cheryl said.
"By like three weeks or something. Big deal." Justina said sarcastically. "I'm taller."
"Barely!" Cheryl argued.
"Oh so you wanna make somethin outta it?" Justina questioned.
"Bring it on, girlie!" Cheryl retorted.
Dylan sighed and hit his head as Tim watched eagerly, clearly more entertained. "I think I need a life outside of babysitting." Dylan muttered to himself.
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Chad picked his head up a while later as he saw Taylor come downstairs. "Sleep well?" he asked her.
"Something like that. Made another trip to the bathroom, though." she admitted. She picked up a desk calendar from the credenza and flipped a few pages, as though she were looking for a date to mark up with the pen she had just picked up.
"Were you throwing up again?" Chad asked, a bit concerned.
"Just a little. No big deal." Taylor shook her head.
Chad sighed. He hated seeing Taylor like this, so distant. She was only like that when something was bothering her. Like how the only time she would sound quiet and not make eye contact was when she was depressed or something horrible happened. She was distracted right now, Chad knew that much was true.
"You sure you're ok?" he wondered.
"Yeah." she merely nodded, finally marking down one of the pages with something.
Chad cocked his head as though he were trying to get a better look. But still in the kitchen leaning up against the counter, there was no way he'd be able to see a thing. "Whatchya writing?"
"Just an appointment." Taylor answered.
"what kind?" Chad inquired. "Dentist? Doctors?" He paused as soon as he said 'doctors'. If she was making another appointment for that, then something had to be wrong.
"It's nothing important." she shook her head.
Chad tilted his head slightly and sighed. He couldn't talk to her if she was in the living room, almost half way across the household from him. "Tay, come here?"
Taylor picked her head up slightly and glanced at Chad. She sighed and put the pen down, slowly making her way into the kitchen. Chad held his arms out to her, but for once, as much as she would have loved to, Taylor didn't want into them. This caused Chad to sigh as he managed to get her hands in a gentle hold. He tried meeting with her eyes, knowing they had something to talk about.
"Tay, what's wrong?" he asked
"Nothing." she shook her head, refusing to meet his gaze.
This was going to be harder than he thought. "Tay, we tell each other practically everything, right?" he asked expectantly.
"Right." she nodded.
"And we're always there for each other if something's wrong, right?"
"Right."
"And we always have something to talk about, right?"
"Chad, are you going somewhere with this?"
So much for luring her in. "I just want to know what they told you. I wanna know if something's wrong. I have the right to know, don't I?"
"Of course." Taylor shrugged. "But there's nothing to know."
"You sure about that?" Chad asked. He could tell she was hiding something. He just didn't know what.
But Taylor knew she couldn't keep a secret forever when it came to Chad. And she made a promise that he would be told. She just couldn't find the words or begin to comprehend his reaction, let alone start planning everything. If anything, that much was normal.
"Well...maybe there is something." she admitted after a moment.
"So then what is it?" Chad wondered, finally able to meet her eyes. He managed to slowly wrap his arms around her. "You can tell me, Tay. You can tell me anything."
"I know. I guess I just don't know where to start." she said softly.
"Give it to me straight." Chad said calmly. "As long as it's not you dying then whatever it is, I can take it."
"Chad, if I were dying don't you think I'd want to spend more time with you instead of going to bed or heading to the bathroom?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow seriously.
"Good point." Chad nodded. "So then what is it?"
"Well, the condition that I was in was clearly from a bug or virus. And while the majority of the symptoms went away, revealing my overall health status afterward, should have meant that all was well and I was no longer ill." she explained. "But as we both know, my trips to the bathroom have still been frequent. I was lucky to go one day without needing to go at all. But aside from that exception, every other day I've made that trip at least once. And the reason for that is not due to a cold or virus, and thankfully not a cause of something such as anorexia or bulimia."
"Ok, you haven't lost me yet...I think." Chad said, though ended it off with a puzzled look. "So if it's not any of those things, then why's your food constantly coming out the wrong end?"
"The same reason it did before Cheryl came into the picture." Taylor answered simply, holding in a sigh. She kept her voice quiet and looked down, then slowly back up at Chad. "I'm pregnant."
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"Guys this really isn't necessary. Why are you even doing this?" Dylan asked as the girls sat on swings beside each other.
"To see who's funner." Cheryl said. "And peoples who are usually fun have big maginations."
"That's imaginations, Cher." Justina corrected.
"That's Cheryl to you, Justy." she huffed.
"That nickname is for my friends and family only." Justina stated. "And you're not actin like much a friend right now."
"I never knew little girls could be so cold to each other. I thought it only happened in high school." Dylan rubbed the back of his head.
"Nah," Timothy shook his head. "You shoulda seen two girls in my class go at it durin gym. They were fightin over who could have first hit with the baseball bat. They tugged on it and everythin."
Dylan shook his head, "On second thought I don't wanna know."
"Ok, round one." Cheryl declared. "I get to pick the scene."
"Bring it, tomboy." Justina smirked like she wasn't worried.
"Kay. We're on our own spaceships gettin ready to take off and soar the galaxy." Cheryl explained. "So we gotta go through takin off and then as we go higher in the sky we see a tons of stuff in outer space." She pulled ehrself back on the swing a little. "Ready to get your butt kicked?"
"I aughta be askin you the same thing." Justina replied. She pulled back on her swing and acted like she was talking on a speaker. "Pilot to co-pilot, we are ready for take-off. Set course for planet Himond, land of the green and purple martian people with big ears, on my giant mansion-like pink spaceship." She smirked at Cheryl.
Cheryl just shrugged, taking her turn. "And I'm takin off in tens seconds. A long spaceship with a lightnin bolt on the side, pool on the inside, packs of hungry wolves, and nine pounds of bananas. I'm gonna set the first expedition to planet Floogen to see how the blue dirt affects the growth of bananas and the hunger patterns of wolves."
"That's lame." Justina informed her as she started swinging. "And I tooked off ahead of you! I'm soarin through space at the speed of light!"
Cheryl rolled her eyes and tried to go as high as Justina started. "You dunno what lame is till you think of it. I tooked off late to builed up suspense. And now I'm enablin the rockets in the ship's butt to go even faster than the speed a sound so I can see how my astronaut cow bretherns are doin."
"What dope sends cows to the moon?" Justina questioned. "Specially when I'm already seeing butterflies and kitties fighting over balls a yarn on the moon!"
"I never said they were goin to the moon. They're tryin to escape being rangled by space cowboys near Mars." Cheryl held her nose up.
"There's no cowboys on Mars!" Justina insisted.
"That's cause I'm more smarterer and creativer than you." Cheryl gloated with a smile.
Dylan sighed as he watched the girls and leaned up against the fence. "This is gonna take a while."
But Timothy rubbed his chin, having something else on his mind. "So if the green and purple aliens with big ears are comin into the picture soon, what else do they look like? And are they related to the Ear Fairy?"
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"You're pregnant?" Chad repeated quietly. A smile slowly came on his face as he wrapped his arms around Taylor. "Tay, that's amazing. We're gonna have another baby."
"It's nothing special, Chad." Taylor shook her head as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"What makes you think that?" Chad asked. "We were both excited when we found out about Cheryl."
"How can we be excited? There's not enough room in this house for another child, and we certainly can't move." Taylor said.
"We can stay in town. I'm sure there's still at least once house for sale." Chad suggested.
"Chad, no." Taylor insisted. "There's too many memories here. I know it's not your original house, but this is still special. We're not selling it."
"Ok, ok." Chad agreed. That was quite a relief; he hoped they wouldn't need to sell it anyway. "Well, how about we convert one of the rooms or make an extra one? Maybe we can cut down the size of the dining room to make it into another bedroom..."
"Chad that's ridiculous." Taylor replied as she pulled out of his hug. "How can we go through with this?"
"Simple. Maybe the baby can share a room with Cheryl." Chad answered. "Think about it, Tay. Our family keeps growing."
"And if it keeps growing how can we support everyone?" Taylor inquired.
"It's just one more baby, Tay." Chad said. "You said we could talk more babies after Cheryl grew out of babyhood."
"That's not the point." she shook her head.
"Then what is?" Chad asked.
Taylor sighed and looked away. "I can't be pregnant."
"Sure you can. See it happens when two people who love each other get together and-" Chad started.
"I know how it happens." Taylor interrupted. "You don't understand, I really can't be pregnant. I can't go through it again."
"What do you mean?" Chad asked. "Look at how we went through it with Cheryl. I mean, sure there were a few problems with the crankiness and food cravings..."
"I mean we can't lose another one!" Taylor blurt out.
Chad paused and took a step back. That wasn't the reaction he was thinking of. But now he knew something was wrong. He watched as Taylor turned her back to him. Chad sighed and tried putting a hand on her shoulder. "Taylor...it's not about the abortion from high school, is it?"
"No, of course not." she shook her head. "There was another one."
"What are you talking about?" Chad wondered, trying to ignore the slight nervousness he was now feeling.
Taylor reluctantly and slowly turned to Chad. She took a deep breath before explaining. "Around this time two years ago I went to the doctor's because I wasn't feeling well. I wasn't really throwing up or having cramps, but I knew I didn't feel good. So I went to get checked out and I found out that I was pregnant."
"So why didn't you tell me?" Chad wondered, trying to remain calm.
"It didn't make sense to. I was almost ready to get excited about it, but it didn't even make it up to the three month mark." Taylor sighed, looking down. "I lost it before we could even get excited."
Chad gently lifted Taylor's chin up so she could look at him. "Why didn't you tell me? We could've gone through it together." he said softly.
"And say what? Chad the good news is that I'm pregnant but the bad news is that as soon as I found out, I lost it, too?" she replied.
"That's the thing." Chad said. "You didn't just lose it. We lost it. Maybe at the time we weren't ready for another kid or something. It happened for a reason, Tay."
"So why sound so relaxed?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Because it's in the past. What's done is done." Chad answered. "Am I upset? Yes, but more about you not telling me than about losing a baby. But we have another one we need to focus on right now."
Taylor just looked down and shook her head. "I just can't go through it again." she said as she spun around and started heading upstairs.
Chad shook his head and followed Taylor as they went through the living room. He easily caught up with her and wrapped one arm around her, stroking her arm with his free hand. "You can't get away that easily." he tried to joke, even though it didn't get far at all. "We're supposed to be happy about this, not depressed. We can't change what happened but we can still look to the future. And there's one major difference between last time and this time. I'm right here by your side."
"I just don't want to get anyone's hopes up only to find out that there's nothing to look forward to." she shook her head quietly.
"Whatever happens, happens. I can be depressed with you. Come on." Chad tilted his head. He smiled slightly and tried to make a joke out of it. "You could see a grown man cry. You know you hate that."
Taylor managed to get a giggle escape her. "You know it's nothing to joke about."
"I know." he nodded. "So tell me when the appointment is. I'll go with you."
"I marked it on the calendar." Taylor answered. "Two weeks from tomorrow."
"I'll ask to leave work early that day. I can come here and we can drive there together." Chad offered.
Taylor turned to face him. "But what about Dylan and Cheryl? How are they going to react?"
"They'll be thrilled." Chad assured her. "Dill gets another sibling and Cheryl gets to be an older sister."
"There's going to be abnormal age differences." Taylor stated. "Eighteen years between Dylan and the baby, and six between it and Cheryl."
"We don't make assumptions on that Tay. We tell them first." Chad said. "Remember when we told Dill when we found out we were gonna have Cheryl?"
Taylor smiled at the memory. "We sat him down on the couch, told him that we were going to have a baby, and he looked at us like we were mad scientists." She saw Chad chuckle before continuing, "He asked where the baby was coming from, we said us and told him he would be a big brother. And then you gave him the speech about being an older brother and ended up telling him about the time your sister almost shaved your head when you were fifteen." She started laughing herself.
"Man, good times." Chad laughed.
The laughter slowly died down and Taylor cocked her head. "And how are you going to handle this?"
Chad sighed, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "Ok, so I know I have a disturbing fear of..." he paused to think of the right word, "...births, but I have a good reason to be. My family lost at least five women in delivery. My second cousin; my dad's stepsister; another cousin; my dad's aunt's younger sister; and my aunt, my mom's twin." He sighed again, "I'm just saying, the Danforths have an unlucky streak of going into the hospital with a woman and coming out with a baby."
"You mother survived you and Sharon, didn't she?" Taylor inquired calmly. "And I know you have at least two other female cousins. I'm sure they survived, assuming they gave birth. And you are forgetting one other thing, Chad."
"What's that?" Chad asked.
"I'm not all Danforth. I'm a Mcessie first." Taylor responded. "And I promise, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you leave with three children and one wife. Nothing less."
Chad couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face. "So does that mean...?"
Taylor smiled and nodded. "We'd better start planning for the new arrival. We have nine months to prepare everything."
Chad cheered and spun Taylor around. "We gotta start thinking of names!" he exclaimed. "We're gonna be parents! Again!"
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Dylan moaned as he hit his forehead. "Guys, this is ridiculous. Again." he must have repeated for the fourth time. After the girls had their competition on the swings they raced around the park, then saw who could do more tricks on the monkey bars, then draw in a sandbox with sticks, and then use different symbols other than x's and o'x for tic-tac-toe. "What does seeing who can count more ants crawling on the ground have to do with anything?"
"It's competition, Dill." Justina said, not picking her head up. "We're seein who can count higher and see more ants."
"Yeah, and I already made it to leven!" Cheryl grinned.
Justina sat up and put her hands on her hips. "You can't count that high."
"Sure can." Cheryl gloated. "I'll show you." She started counting off each finger, "One, five, three, six, seben, nineteen, pickle..."
"Pickle is a food, not a number!" Justina argued.
"You count how many pickles are in a tub." Cheryl argued.
"Cannot!" Justina fought.
"Can so!"
"Cannot!"
"Can so!"
Timothy looked up at Dylan. "Time to go home yet?"
Dylan looked at his watch, "Hopefully soon. Cause something tells me these two aren't giving up until one of them wins."
"How much longer is that gonna be?" Tim asked.
"Wish I knew." Dylan admitted. "I know Cheryl's really stubborn, but I didn't know Justina could be, too."
"Yeah. That's why she's not as active as Corrie." he shook his head. "Justy don't listen to lots of people." He heard Dylan sigh, and blinked before saying something else. "If we're still gonna watch em argue can we got some iced cream?"
Dylan bit his tongue, wishing he had bought more than five dollars. He wasn't sure if that was enough to get ice cream for him and Timothy, and possibly the girls. "Well..." he started.
"Ok, this is borin." Justina folded her arms.
"You know, you're not wrong for once." Cheryl replied.
Dylan sighed with relief. Maybe they would finally finish.
"We need to have one more round!" she continued, holding up her arm in declaration. "Let's see who can come up with the grossest pizzas!"
"Me first!" Justina insisted. "Pizza covered in mushrooms and dirt and worms and pickles and caviar!"
"I can beat that." Cheryl replied. "Pizza with icing, watermelons, sour patch kids, and guacamole!"
Dylan moaned and shifted his position to lean up against a nearby tree to nearly hit his head. Why a topic like this?
Timothy seemed just as disturbed. He held his stomach and made a face, "On second thought, I'm not hungry no more."
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"Ok so what names do we have so far?" Chad asked as he sat on the couch next to Taylor.
Taylor put down the pen and picked up the notepad which they started using. "Well, we have five names for boys and thee for girls, but that's just a starting point for names in general." she answered. "For girls there's Tia, Claudia, and Daley. And for boys we have Theodore - something along the lines of Teddy for short, Dustin, Christian, Tyler, and Charles."
Chad scratched the back of his head. "Ok, I think we need to brainstorm another night. Those names kinda stink. Even for middle names."
"Ok, we'll take a break for the rest of the day and see what we can come up with another time." Taylor offered as she closed the pad and put it down. She leaned up against the couch and Chad slipped his arm around her. She took thta as her opportunity to snuggle in closer to him. "So you really think we cna handle a third child?"
"I think we can manage." Chad nodded. "I'll see if I can put in just a couple of extra hours for the week to be on the safe side."
"And I'll be sure to alert my boss and tell them to get a new secretary for a while during my maternity leave." Taylor added. "I just hope it doesn't end like last time."
"You're not losing another job. You had a couple of bit-" Chad started.
"No cursing in front of the baby." Taylor playfully scolded.
"He can't hear us." Chad sang back.
Taylor shook her head and slapped his arm lightly. "How do you know it's a he?"
"It's a boy's turn to come out." Chad shrugged.
"Good luck believing that." Taylor giggled. "For all you know we could have another girl."
"For all you know we could have another troublemaker." Chad joked.
"No way." she shook her head right away. "One mini you is bad enough, we don't need another."
"And this coming from the woman who didn't want anything to do with this an hour ago." Chad laughed. It was amazing how something could turn from horror to excitement so quickly.
"I can change my mind." Taylor shrugged simply.
"Yeah well I know something I don't wanna change my mind about." Chad said as he looked at her.
Taylor cocked her head once more and looked up at him, her head partially on his shoulder. "And what would that be?"
He started leaning in for a kiss. "Sharing a little love with-"
"We're home." Dylan said as he walked in through the front door with Cheryl right behind him.
"Never mind." Chad muttered quickly as he pulled away, not wanting to get caught when they were about to have such a nice moment.
Taylor turned her head to the kids. "Have fun?"
"Justina and I had contests to see who was funner!" Cheryl exclaimed.
"Yeah...and whatever you do, don't order pizza tonight." Dylan said.
Chad and Taylor exchanged glances and raised an eyebrow before turning back to them. "Do we wanna know?" Chad asked.
"Not unless you wanna lose your lunch." Dylan shook his head.
"Trust me, I lost enough of that already." Taylor mumbled.
"Speaking of which, don't we have to tell them a little somethin somethin?" Chad asked Taylor ever so casually.
Taylor looked at him and nodded. "You know, I believe we do."
"I didn't break anything." Cheryl said right away. "I knocked it over."
Taylor raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "Knocked what over?"
"Oh...nothing." she said quickly, hoping to get away with it.
"Uh, should we sit down for this?" Dylan wondered, hoping to get on with it.
"Yup." Chad nodded as he and Taylor rose from the couch. "Have a seat, children."
"We don't live in French, Dad." Cheryl rolled her eyes.
"You mean France." Dylan corrected her. "And he was speaking with a British accent." He covered his mouth to cough but was really covering up for, "A bad one."
"Do you wanna heat the news or not?" Chad asked.
Cheryl sighed heavily and sat down on the couch. Dylan cooperated easier and sat down next to her, his hands in his lap in a relaxed manner. Any news had to be better than what he went through today. "So what up?" he wondered.
Chad and Taylor looked at each other with smiles, then turned to Dylan and Cheryl. "Think you guys can make room for one more in his old house?" Chad asked.
Cheryl blinked, trying to understand. But she simply wasn't following. "What?" she asked in a confused, squeaky voice.
Dylan, however, seemed to catch on much quicker. "Wait a minute...are you two saying...?"
"Tell them Tay." Chad grinned.
She didn't even hesitate to finish. "We're going to have ababy!" Taylor exclaimed.
"Oh snap!" Dylan gasped with a smile. "That's awesome! Someone to fill the void in your hears when I start college and possibly move out!" he joked, giving them each a hug.
"Yeah, like one baby can really replace you." Chad laughed. He hugged Dylan and wrapped his arm around Taylor. "And what do you have to say about it, Cherry?" he asked the six-year-old.
Cheryl just raised an eyebrow, still confused. "Yay?"
Chad nodded eagerly. "Yay!" he answered.
"Oh...yay!" Cheryl realized, it was a good thing. "Partner in crime!" Yeah, not the response anyone was hoping for. Didn't they just agree one troublemaker was enough?
Luckily, Dylan picked Cheryl up and distracted her. "Hey, how about we go through some old things and see what we can give to the baby."
"Your socks." Cheryl laughed. She jumped down from her brother's arms and ran upstairs.
"Hey wait a minute, no baby's getting my sweaty socks!" he gasped as he chased after her.
Taylor covered her mouth in giggles and Chad couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Are you sure we want to add one more of those to this household?" she asked, trying to hide her laughter.
"As sure as I am of this." Chad agreed with a wide smile. He pulled Taylor in for a passionate kiss, and naturally she returned. Once they pulled away, Chad rested his forehead against hers. "We really should celebrate tonight."
"Popcorn and our favorite movie?" Taylor inquired with a smile.
Chad grinned, "That's only step one in preparation for the next Danforth."
Ok, so anyone read my a/n like two chapters ago? I was talking about introducing a new character? Now you know what - or who. The only question is (which I would love opinions on)....Will it be a boy or a girl? You decide! Ok, lame time for bolded letters probably. XD I'm sorry, I can't decide! So, thanks again to Ash for suggesting that C&T have another baby. Not sure when yet, but now you know there's gonna be an arrival eventually! And wait a minute...we never found out whether Justina or Cheryl was more "funner". Guess that's just left for your imaginations. 0=)