"Shane, come on I want to play." It was the foster mother's daughter Lizzy, she was around Margaret's age but she didn't quite get the fact that the other girl really just didn't feel like playing right now. Margaret shook her head at the other girl and looked out the window; the car was still just sitting there. The driver hadn't come out but you couldn't make out the person inside because of the glare against the wind shield.

"Who do you think it is, Lizzy?" Margaret asked still looking out, the driver's side window rolled down a crack and not even a minute late a fluffy white cloud of smoke snaked its way from the opening evaporating into delicate wisps on the breeze before vanishing completely. She was about to turn away when a second car pulled up next to the first one, the driver's door opened but her foster mother drew her away from the window before she could see and sent Lizzy and Margaret to play with the other children.

She stepped outside without looking back as Lizzy pulled Margaret from the room. "You must be the Hardy brother's Mr. Davidoff told me you'd be here soon to see Margaret." She said with a cheery smile. "Which of you is the father?" She asked clasping her hands behind her back.

"I am." Said the younger brother, she didn't seem very thrilled about that one after all his hair was four different colors and longer then hers. "How is my daughter?"

"She's been doing just fine since she was brought here; I think she is playing with the other children just now. You have a very smart little girl on your hands." She said with a grin. "Why don't you gentlemen follow me and you can look in on the children before you fill out the release papers." She said turning to the house when the boys started towards the front stoop.

"And this is my daughter Lizzy and the foster kids." She said as she looked into the toy room, Margaret was sitting by herself on the other side of the room looking at the people in the door.

"Which is Margaret?" Matt asked, noticing that the little girl with brown hair and eyes looking at them grimaced.

Jeff nodded to her, "her, she looks just like Amy." He said softly as the woman explained she liked her middle name better. "The letter I had only said her first name." Jeff informed the woman.

"Margaret Shane Elizabeth Rockland. She likes people to call her Shane." The woman explained quickly.

"Hey I'll stay here and talk to her while you fill out the papers bro." Matt told them before wondering into the room and over to the girl, they never had a chance to object. "Hi." He said smiling at her.

"Hi." She said softly.

"Can I sit with you Shane?" He asked and she nodded, "do you know who I am?"

She looked up at him and nodded slightly, "Your Matt Hardy… momma always said you and your brother were going to be bigger then life. I never thought I'd get to meet you two though."

"Ah you know who I am in wrestling, did your mom watch with you?" He asked the little girl nodded tears brimming those big brown eyes. "Well I'm your Uncle Matt, and Jeff is your daddy. Don't cry Shortcakes." He said gently whipping the tears from her eyes. She launched herself into his arms crying and saying she wanted her momma. "I wish I had my mom still sometimes too."

"Why don't you?" She whimpered looking up at him.

"She got very sick and died when I was twelve… your Daddy was only nine then… I miss her a lot." Matt told her.

"Does it ever get better Uncle Matt?" She asked.

He looked down at her, he wasn't going to lie. "It will always be there Shortcakes, but it'll get better with time and people that love you around."

"Will you and Daddy always be there for me?" She asked.

"Anytime Shortcakes." Matt promised kissing her forehead. "Want to go meet your daddy?" She nodded and he smiled picking her up and carrying her from the room.