How could I forget that I'm not Jase's biological mother? When Austin and I started dating, sometimes we would bring him on our dates. I remembered the five year-old Jase as if it was yesterday. We took him bowling, arcade, the movies, go-kart racing, and other things. Maybe I'm just not the mom he wanted.

Today was Tuesday, second day of school. Great.

In the kitchen, I was making oatmeal for the kids. Jase walked in looking down at the floor.

"Morning, Jase," I sighed.

"Ally, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," he said. "I was being an idiot. You know how I was like when my mother—"

"Sweetie, it's okay. You don't need to apologize. You were being honest."

"Thank you, Ally. I don't even deserve you as a mom. You are the greatest mother ever."

"And you're the best son ever."

Austin came into the kitchen in his uniform along with our girls.

"Mommy, aunt Rosie sent you a text," said Krishna.

"What did she say?"

"She said, 'Charlie is wearing his sexy shorts today. He's showing off his buns of steel for you.' What does that mean?"

Austin turned around in reaction. He said, "Who's Charlie?"

"Ooh, Dad's jealous," Leighton leaned over to Jase.

"Alls, please tell me that Charlie is a girl." said Austin. "And that she is not a lesbian."

"He's the delivery boy who brings us our instruments." I explained.

"Why did Rosie say he's showing his buns of steel for you?"

"For god's sake, Dad, your veins are practically popping out of your head," chuckled Jase.

"Rosie thinks that he has a crush on me." I admitted to him.

"Daddy, are you gonna cuff him," giggled Krishna.

"Maybe." Austin's voice cracked.

"Dad, quit pretending," said Jase. "Doesn't the phone lady, Tiffany eye you a lot?"

"Tiffany?" I asked.

"She's just the phone lady," Austin explained.

"So it's only okay for her to look at you, but no guy is allowed at stare me?"

"I need to go. Bye." He gave me kiss.

"Hey, Dad, smell Tiffany for me," said Jase.

"Jase, you know I always dooo not." He left.

"Mommy, can I start calling Charlie New Daddy?" giggled Krishna.

"I don't think so. I don't want Daddy to hunt down Charlie like a rabid dog. Let's go."

I dropped the kids off at their schools. None of them complained or gave me a problem today.

After dropping them off, I headed to the shop where Rosie was fixing her makeup.

"Thank you so much, Rose," I scoffed.

"What?" She asked. "What happened?"

"Krishna read the text about Charlie's ass right in front of Austin."

"Oh, sorry about that, Alls. Did he get jealous?"

"Of course he did…which turned me on about him."

"I know. I'll admit that Austin is sexy when he's angry." She smiled which my eyebrow rose. "What? He is."

"Well he is my man. And unlike you, I don't go around checking out men all the time."

"Hey, they thinking I'm just kidding."

"Oh, yeah? Remember when you came with me to the doctor's and you started flirting with Dr. Price?"

"Oh, yeah. Doc, I'm sick. I'm coughing a lot. It's in my chest. Doctor, check my chest, please?!" She laughed.

"By the way, he never asked for your number."

"He was too shy."

"Yeah, and now I'm wondering about Tiffany."

"Tiffany?"

"The phone lady at the police station. I'm guessing he smells her all the time."

"Ooh, Ally, you are jealous."

"What? Fine, I am. But you know what? Austin doesn't get jealous. I mean look at him. Austin is the entire package and he gets jealous of Charlie."

"Ally, let's do some comparisons. Charlie is young, sexy, built, and knows how to flirt. On the other hand, Austin is old, old schooled built, not that hot, and the most romantic thing he's ever done for you was call your boobs his breast friends."

"And what do you think about Tiffany?"

"She could be younger, thinner, smells prettier, big boobs, big butt, and can still breastfeed. While you are not young, still thin, have no scent, flat chest, flat butt, still no hips, and your breast milk is powder."

"I'm not sixty."

"Ignore that. Basically, you two are tied."

"No one is tied. This is not a game. Even if it was, you know that I would win."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Two can play that game."

"Yep, but there can only be one victor."

Our front door opened. It was Trish in her fancy coat and sunglasses.

"Guess who's back from Paris," she shrieked.

"Trish," I screeched. Rosie and I both hugged her and pulled back.

"So how was Paris?" asked Rosie.

"Amazing. One of the most beautiful cities in the world. By the way, I bought y'all presents." Trish took out two berets that were red and blue.

"Cool. This is awesome, Trish.

"Also, I got the most incredible gifts for both of your kids. But I'll bring them tonight during dinner at my house which you are all invited."

"Yay!" exclaimed Rosie. "Did the French love your Paris Summer fashion line?"

"Of course they did. They couldn't get enough of me. So how's life now?"

"Two weeks ago, Dez lost his tazer at Target and he got shocked by some eleven year-old boy."

"Typical Dez," snickered Trish. "I'll admit that I miss teasing Carrot Top."

"Plus, Austin and Ally are getting jealous of each other's crushees." Rosie added.

"No, we are not. Who cares about Charlie and stupid skanky Tiffany."

"Tiffany?"

"The stupid phone girl at the police station." I rolled my eyes. "Never mind about that."

"Okay, how are the kids?" asked Trish.

"Krishna is starting to read more, Jase is trying to make JV basketball, and Leighton joined band as percussion." I informed her.

"Gavin is on the A honor roll and spending his time painting, and Jean is starting volleyball." Rosie said.

"Okay, you guys come over tonight at six o'clock. You guys like Italiano?"

"Yeah." We both said.

After work, I went to pick up the girls. Jase was already home when I got there.

"Okay, guys," I said. "Tonight, we are going to aunt Trish's house for dinner. I want y'all to clean up and get ready."

"Yes, aunt Trish is here!" shouted Krishna.

"You ever been out of the country, Ally," asked Jase.

"Yes, when I was eleven, I went with Rosie to Columbia to see her grandparents."

"Aunt Rosie is Columbian?"

"Yes, Rosie is Columbian, Caucasian, and Asian."

"What are you?"

"I am Caucasian, Russian, French, and German. Your dad is French and Danish."

"French and Danish, uh? That's interesting."

"Yeah, Columbia is a bit scary and ghetto. If you barely know spanish, don't go there ever."

"Got it."

Once Austin got home, it was close to six so we drove to Trish's house. Trish's house was a luxurious two-story house with her fancy car, very green grass on her front lawn, and a pool in the back. You don't know how much I would want to live at Trish's house.

Rosie, Jean, Gavin, and Dez arrived after us. Gavin and Jean as fraternal twins looked like their father, but are two unique individuals. Jean is a redhead who reminds me of a fox a bit and is a vegetarian but she will eat fish. She was tall with a bad habit of biting her nails and has a unique collection of Vans. On the other hand, Gavin has black hair, olive skin, and wears big thick-framed glasses. He is charismatic and sarcastic though Rosie implies that Gavin will occasionally cook for them. I loved those two as much as my own kids.

Trish treated us to appetizing spaghetti and fettuccini Alfredo. It was more delicious than the Olive Garden.

"So, Trish, were there actual mimes in Paris," asked Dez.

"No, only one and he was deaf," she smirked. "The Eiffel Tower is pretty big and takes awhile to get to the top. Their food was delicious and the hotel rooms are like Buckingham Palace."

"Aunt Trish, have you ever been to New York?" asked Gavin. "My friend says that it smells like trash over there."

" I have been there and it does smell like trash." She laughed.

"So, Trish, what's the surprise for all of us?" Rosie brought up.

"Oh, yeah! Let me go get them." She left the room for the moment.

"Please be a car," mumbled Austin.

"Please be a hot tub," mumbled Dez.

"Hot tub?" Rosie exclaimed. "What the hell are we going to put a hot tub?"

"Our front yard."

"Why our front yard?"

"So I can watch the cars pass by when I'm in there."

"Watch cars? What are you? A dog?"

"Guys!" said Trish. We turned to the living room. "Surprise!"

In her living room, Trish had two leashes in her hand. On both sides of her were two Great Danes.

"Holy Goliath and David," I said.

The kids immediately sprinted to the dogs and started petting them.

"Great Danes?" I gasped. "Trish?"

"I got y'all dogs. The brown one is the boy and the white one is the girl. Which one do y'all want?"

"Mom, Dad, can we have the boy?" Jean asked Rosie. "He won't stop licking me."

"Sure, I'm calling him…" said Rosie. "David."

"David Bowie," said Dez. "He looks like a David Bowie."

"Then, the girl could be Mrs. Bowie," said Krishna.

"Mrs. Bowie is it," I said.

Mrs. Bowie threw his paws onto my shoulders and started licking my face. It tickled a bit so I had to laugh.

"Thank you, Trish," I laughed. "I'm starting to like Mrs. Bowie. Both of them are a real big surprise."