Layla awoke the next morning, a bright but chilly Sunday, feeling so warm and comfortable. She opened her eyes and looked around, not recognizing anything. She didn't see her clothes, her shoes, nothing. She started to panic until she looked down in the bed and saw Seth, still fast asleep, his arm slung loosely around her legs. She smiled softly, trying to remember how she ended up here. The last thing she remembered was lighting one up with Leah on the beach.

Leah!

Layla sat up and the blanket slid down, revealing she was topless. And braless. She shivered as the cool air hit her. An arm tugged her back down into the bed.

"Mm...be still." Seth muttered.

Layla smiled and poked him. "Let me up. I need to find my clothes. And bra. And your sister." she whispered.

"Floor." Seth muttered. "Shhh." he hissed, moving his hand over Layla's face.

Layla rolled her eyes and slid downwards to escape his tightening hold. Seth whined and grabbed for Layla.

"I'll be back. Maybe. If I can find everything." Layla whispered. "I'm borrowing slash stealing your shirt."

Seth groaned and flipped over onto his back, covering his eyes with his hands. Layla chuckled and decided she'd come back for her bra and dress later. She poked her head out of his bedroom door and saw no one, so she started tip toeing through the house to find the door.

"Down the hall and turn right." a feminine voice spoke up.

Layla froze for a moment then turned around. The woman looked like an older version of Leah. Must be Leah and Seth's mother.

"I bet this looks pretty suspicious." Layla said, trying to crack the ice.

"I bet it does, too. Am I going to end up a grandmother after last night?" Sue asked bluntly.

"I'm sure Jake or Leah used protection?" Layla said, confused.

"Wait, what? Jake and Leah?" Sue asked. "I was talking about you and Seth!"

"I'm about 45% sure Seth and I didn't have sex. I'm not sore, so there's that." Layla said. "I'm Layla, by the way. Eric Lahote's daughter." she added, holding her hand out.

"Sue Clearwater." Sue said, shaking Layla's hand. "Tell me about Jake and Leah? When did that happen?"

"Last night. I may or may not have got them together." Layla said. "It's all kind of hazy after we got back from Port Angeles."

Sue shook her head. She got the sense that Leah liked him, but never thought she'd be with anyone after Sam dumped her.

"If it makes you feel any better, if Seth and I did get down and dirty, I've got protection. 7 years lasting at a time kind of protection." Layla said, grinning.

"Good. I am not ready to be a grandmother yet." Sue said, sitting at the table.

"Do you want breakfast? I was so hungry last night but I didn't eat." Layla asked.

"Breakfast sounds good." Sue said.

"I can make french toast and bacon." Layla offered.

"Better make a lot. Seth will smell it and he'll eat it all." Sue said. "Leah smells it, or Jake, or any of the guys, they'll come and devour the whole house."

Layla laughing and agreed, having seen them eat before. She walked to the kitchen and went through cabinets and drawers, getting what she needed. "I'm sorry but I've just totally taken over your kitchen without asking. Louise would have me beat within an inch of my life." Layla said, smiling sadly.

"You don't even have to ask, sweetheart." Sue said. "Louise was your mom then?"

"No...well, a second mother. But technically, she was our cook and maid." Layla replied. "She taught me how to cook. She'd actually let me cook if I brought home good grades on tests and papers."

"She sounds wonderful." Sue commented.

Layla smiled and nodded, laying out what she needed and going over to heat the pans on the stove.

An hour later, and one trip to the grocery store by Sue, Layla had fixed several dozen pieces of french toast and half a dozen packages of bacon.

"I'll go wake Seth up if you want to ring Leah and tell her and Jake to get off each other and eat." Layla said, smirking.

Sue laughed and groaned, reaching for the telephone.

Layla walked back down the hallway and crept quietly into Seth's bedroom, seeing him still laying flat on his back in his bed, asleep. Layla climbed on top of the bed, moving to sit on Seth's butt. "Sethy...breakfast." she whispered, poking his back.

Seth grumbled something into his pillow, burying his face deeper against it. He tried to wriggle his butt, trying to dislodge Layla. Layla reached behind her and landed a smack squarely against his lower butt, making his jump slightly.

"Kinky." she nodded. "But I made french toast AND bacon. And if you don't get up right now, Jake and Leah will be over here and we'll hoard all the bacon."

Seth raised up quickly, making Layla topple off of him. Layla yelped and grabbed the blanket and sheet on his bed, trying to keep herself from going over, which didn't work. She landed on his floor with a thud, bringing his sheet and blanket on top of her.

"Layla!" Seth said, diving over the side of his bed, pulling the sheet and blanket off of her. "Thank God, I thought my blanket was ripped." he said, grinning.

"Oh, ha, see this? It's my side and it. Is. Split. Oh! This guy! Ladies and gentlemen!" Layla said. Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Seth grinned and pulled Layla back up over the bed and to the other side. "Whoa, whoa, let's-okay-there I go," Layla said, trying not to fall over her own two feet.

Seth made a mad dash to the kitchen when he heard the door open and shut, racing to get food before it was devoured by Leah and Jake. Layla grinned, going over to his dresser and pulling a paper towel off a plate and picking it up, eating. "Seth, no, come back" she whispered, picking up a piece of bacon, 'I was going to say you could have this, but no, that's fine." she whispered. "Too late."

Layla munched on a piece of bacon and walked into the kitchen, watching Jake and Seth arm wrestle for the last piece of french toast. Leah snorted and grabbed it, biting into it.

"Mom!" Seth cried out.

"Leah...share?" Jake said, trying to make sad eyes.

"That's my girl!" Layla said, grinning, taking a bite of her own french toast. Leah smirked, taking another bite of her food when Jake leaned over and kissed her, taking her bite.

"Hey, that was mine!" Leah whined.

"No, that one was mine. I saw it first." Jake said, swallowing.

"But I only had 4 pieces, so I should get the last one." Seth said, looking up at Sue.

"You snooze, you lose." Sue said.

Seth whined and got up from the table and stretching before walking over to Layla. "You know that you love me so much, right?" he asked Layla.

"Jake will probably punch you if you try to take Leah's food." Layla said.

"Probably. But you can't run that fast." Seth said.

Layla raised an eyebrow, wondering what that had to do with anything. Seth snatched the french toast and bacon out of Layla's hand and ran outside. Layla yelped in surprise and took off running after him.

"Seth Clearwater!" Layla shouted, trying to run after him. "Not so fast, it hurts my titties!" she yelled, trying to hold onto her boobs as she ran.

"Ha!" Seth yelled, still running.

Layla groaned and laid on the ground, out of breath, still only in Seth's t-shirt. 'And people actually run for fun?' she thought to herself.

"Uh, Layla? You okay?" Emily asked, having seen the whole thing.

"Boobs hurt. Seth took my bacon. Did you know people run for fun?" Layla said, rolling over to look at Emily.

"I've heard that." Emily said, grinning. "I made waffles and I can fry us up some bacon." she offered.

"I can see why Sam likes you so much. You're hot when you offer to make bacon." Layla said, sitting up.

Layla stood up and dusted herself off, following Emily. "So what are you doing out so early?" Layla asked.

"It's after ten, silly. I've been looking for another job. Sam's doing his rounds and picking up odd jobs, but with the baby coming, we need to save more." Emily said.

Layla nodded. "Have you found anything yet?" she asked.

"The only ones I've found are overnight ones, and Sam hates the idea of me being somewhere, all night, where anything could happen." Emily replied.

Emily unlocked and opened the door to her house and started making breakfast while Layla looked around at all the pictures on the walls and tables, seeing the happy faces of Emily and Sam, Sam and the guys, loving how happy they all look. Layla hated that they were having money trouble.

"Hey, Emily. How good are you at, like, cleaning and doing laundry?" Layla asked casually. "I hate it so much. It's boring."

"It's actually not so bad." Emily said. "I've been cleaning up after the guys for years." Emily said.

"If I pay you, would you maybe consider coming over to the house a few times a week and cleaning up a bit and doing laundry?" Layla asked. "I promise I'm not nasty. I'm just...I hate doing it. I will buy new underwear before I feel like washing it."

"I could do that." Emily said, smiling.

"I'll pay you $250 a week. Is that okay?" Layla said. "You only have to do like 2 or 3 days a week."

"That's too much, I couldn't take that much from you!" Emily protested.

"No way. Back in New York, my mother paid Louise $100 a day, but she was there for hours everyday." Layla said.

"Oh, Layla." Emily said, coming over to hug her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Layla smiled, wrapping her arms around Emily. "I should be thanking you. You're letting me be lazy." she said.

Emily finished making breakfast and made a plate for Layla and they ate together, talking. "So, not to be nosy, but are you and Embry a thing? Or you and Seth?" Emily asked.

"Embry's with that bleached blonde hooker." Layla said, chewing a bite of waffle. "Seth and I are just friends. That hand job was just to help him out. Kai and I have done way more than that, and Kai's gay." Layla explained.

"I think Embry likes you, but I think he's scared. He's seen all the failed relationships his mother has had, and he's been burned by a few girls as well. I've seen him get so excited by a new girlfriend then he'll like, catch her screwing some other guy, or using him." Emily said.

"Yeah, I doubt he likes me like that. That one night we were both so high, and everything feels great and happy when you're high." Layla said. "Do you want to come over in a little bit and help me unpack?" she asked. "I'll pay you, of course."

"Yes! Oh, I can't wait to tell Sam!" Emily said, getting excited.

"Speaking of Sam...is he good with, like, carpentry and making things?" Layla asked, getting another idea.

"He's very good, actually." Emily said.

"I saw a bed frame online earlier, but there's no where to buy it, it was a custom thing. That, and I want to see if he can, like, make these closets but make them against the wall so I have more room." Layla said.

"I'll ask him when he gets home, but I'm sure he'd love to!" Emily said.

"I'm so glad to hear that, you have no idea! I can pay him whatever he wants, plus materials." Layla said.

"He'll not charge you anything." Emily said.

"That won't work. I'm not going to take advantage of him like that." Layla said. "How does a hundred bucks a day sound? And he doesn't have to work that long, either. Maybe like a couple three hours a day?"

"He'll be so excited! I have to call him!" Emily said, taking her empty plate to the sink and picking up the phone, dialing Sam's number.

Layla smiled, listening to her explaining Layla's offers and how they each wouldn't have to get more part time jobs, that they could afford everything the baby would need. Layla took her plate to the sink and waved to Emily, walking out of their house and to hers to shower and change. Tomorrow was the first day of school and she so needed to plan her outfit and shoes and everything!

Hey, kiddies! So, it's starting to get better, right? I got a message last night/this morning, saying that most of my chapters were junk, that they had to skip over them, and that they were poorly written, etc. Basically, everything to make me feel bad.

I'd like to say, to anyone that feels that way...I'll tell you what I tell my 9 year old. if you don't like it, don't read it. And if you can't say something nice, then shush.

That being said, if you like it, review! It's going to get even better!