Please review! You guys are great! I'm not going to be able to update that much this weekend. I have forensics and then I have my cousin's confirmation. A lot of time on the road, so little time to write.

"Okay, so you call Dad three different names. Dad, Daddio, and Mr. Catastrophe?" Indianna asked sitting on her bed.

Ashton smiled. "Yes, okay. You call Mom Mom, Momma, and Squirrel?" She asked. "Remind me again why you call her that."

Indianna laughed. "Whenever I see her watching her favorite show she's chewing on something and she has a very short attention span. When you talk to her, she talks really fast to the point where you can't understand her."

"Okay." Ashton chuckled. "And you call Grandpa, Gramps."

"Correct." Indianna said. "Okay, there's something else we haven't discussed."

"What's that?" Ashton asked furrowing her eyebrows.

Indianna looked at her sister nervously. "We need to cut your hair and...I have a tattoo on the back of my neck."

"You what?!" Ashton asked climbing behind her sister and looking at the back of her neck. "Oh my God! How are we going to pull that off?"

"Don't worry." Indianna reassured her sister. "You don't need to actually get a tattoo. I have this kit. You draw the tattoo on your arm, color it in, and it stays on for ten weeks. I have done it tons of times before. That's how I've never gotten in trouble with this tattoo."

"Dad has that tattoo on his wrist." Ashton pointed out.

Indianna nodded. "I know. It was showing in that picture of Dad. Only a part of it was showing so I had to track it down in order to get it." She looked at her sister. "I've looked at the tattoo enough to draw it on you without a flaw."

Ashton nodded. "Do we really have to cut my hair?"

Indianna laughed. "Afraid so, but we still have one more week. We could go to a barber shop and get it cut like mine in Mexico. I have a friend down where we're going. He knows where to get everything done the best way."

"You know a guy in Mexico." Ashton asked smiling.

"Yeah, he used to work for my mom when he lived in the Caribbean. He and his parents moved to Mexico after a couple of years. He comes to visit ocassionally. I know how to speak Spanish, Dutch, French, and of course English." Indianna smirked.

"I don't even like English class." Ashton chuckled. Indianna laughed. "You don't think I'll need to speak in a foreign language right?"

"No, the only way you'd have to do that is if you ask to make a business call at the store. Mom never let's me make a business call unless I practically take the phone away from her." Indianna explained. "Don't worry."

"Okay?" Ashton said nervously. "Uh, let's work on your vineyard steps."

"Okay." Indianna breathed.

"One...more...week...and...she'll...be...home." Olivia breathed as she ran on the tred mill with John on the one next to her.

He was breathing heavily. "Can...we...slow...down?" He wheezed. "I...am...going...to...die."

Olivia chuckled and slowed down her tred mill so he wouldn't feel bad for slowing down without her. "I miss her so much. Why'd she have to go for the extra two weeks?"

"She's a...teen wanting...adventure." John shrugged. "What were...you doing at...her age?"

"I met Elliot." Olivia breathed.

"Nuff said." John said turning off his tred mill. "My lungs...are on fire."

"We've been running...for ten minutes." Olivia grinned.

"Well, sorry." John sassed. "I don't run...every time I don't have...what I want to do." He looked at her. "You always...want to be with Indianna. You've...lost like fifteen...pounds these past five weeks."

"And I look...awesome!" Olivia smiled. She turned off her tred mill. "Do you want to go get a drink and the tavern downtown?"

"Please,...can we not run there?" John asked still wheezing.

Olivia chuckled. "You take a cab and I'll run. Loser pays." John nodded. Olivia smirked and ran out the patio doors and down the street. Her phone started ringing a moment later. "Hello?" She asked as she jogged onto the street the tavern was on.

"No fair. There are no cabs running on Sundays." John whined into the phone. Olivia laughed. "You're already there, aren't you?" Olivia nodded. "You're nodding, aren't you?"

Olivia chuckled. "Yes John, I'm at the tavern and yes I was nodding. I'll see you here when you pay for my drink." With that, she hung up and sat down at the bar. "Hey Charlie, can I have my usual?"

"On it." Charlie, the bartender, smiled at her. He handed her the drink a moment later. "Is John paying?"

"Oh yeah." Olivia smirked taking a sip of her drink. "How's business been going?"

"Good, how's business going for you?" Charlie asked.

"Great!" Olivia grinned. "Business has never been better. Advertisments have been going up all over the east coast. I have people wanting me to design their dresses in New York. New York!"

Charlie smiled. "Speaking of New York, I'm going up there this week."

"Really?" Olivia asked. "Who's going to run this place while you're gone?"

"Uh, Jamaal." Charlie smiled weakly. "He's still sorry for giving Indy that tattoo."

"It's fine. It's been a few years since she got it now." Olivia chuckled. She ran her finger along the edge of the glass. "She got it because her dad has it."

"Yeah, I know. Jamaal told me." Charlie said. "He said Indy tracked it down to the cruddy little place out in New York. She showed it to him and he put it on for her." He paused. "So, I saw that interview Iris's interview with Elliot."

"You did?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, Jo is spreading it all over town." Charlie sighed. "She's telling everyone that you forgave your ex-husband and that you're still in love with him."

"Ugh!" Olivia groaned dropping her head to the counter. "Ow! Why does she do this to me?"

"How should I know?" Charlie asked. "Does she know what really happened between you and Elliot?"

Olivia shook her head against the counter. "Only you, John, and my dad know everything. Everybody else is told that my ex-husband is very busy and he lives in California."

"Well, now they know that Elliot has a fifteen year old daughter named Ashton living with him. Either Jo is going to say that he cheated on you or she is going to catch on to what you've been trying to hide for so long."

Olivia lifted her head lazily. "Do you think she'll be stupid enough to suggest the first one?"

"I think she is going to go with the one that is going to get you in a deeper hole." Charlie smirked. "Good luck, Liv."

Elliot patted Macklemore as he passed him. He walked up to his horse, Buster. "Hey buddy, why'd you have to kick the gate down again?" Buster snorted and bobbed his head up and down. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He heard someone chuckle behind him. He turned to find Mikka standing in the doorway of the barn. "I didn't know you spoke horse." She grinned walking up to him and kissed his cheek. "Sorry, I haven't been around the past couple of days."

"That's okay." He smiled at her. "Did you pick out our maid of honor?"

"Yes, she's planning as we speak." Mikka grinned. "Have you told Ashton yet?"

"Uh, no." Elliot sighed. "I'm going to tell her in person. She's my only daughter and I really haven't come close to marrying anybody that she's remembered. This is a really big stage for her."

"I understand that." Mikka said. "But, the longer you wait, the more she's going to rebel."

"You don't know Ash. She's going to rebel the same no matter what." Elliot smiled lightly. He patted Buster's back. "Do you want to go for a ride?"

"Uh, no thanks." Mikka declined. "I don't really like barn animals."

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, you're going to have to get used to them. Ash and I have had horses ever since she could ride."

"Well, you can ride them all you want. I just won't." Mikka nodded. She looked outside and then back at him. "I gotta go talk to a client, but I wanted to see you for a minute."

"Okay." Elliot nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow for dinner." Mikka nodded and walked out of the barn.

"You serioulsy want to marry her?" Casey asked walking up behind him. "She calls you Ellie. She hates horses. She's never here. And, have you kissed her?"

"Yes." Elliot said.

"On the lips?" Casey asked again, being more specific.

Elliot looked at her and sighed. "I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"Why didn't you fight for Liv when you still wanted her back all those years ago?" Casey asked.

"I wanted her to be happy." Elliot breathed. "I'm going for a ride." He said getting back onto Buster.

"You just went for a ride." Casey reminded him.

"I don't care." Elliot sighed and took off on Buster down the trail.

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