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His Boy

Chapter Nine: Rules

"Well, everything seems to be perfect." Tricia stated, looking down at her checklist as they walked back up towards the cottage from the back garden shed far off in the corner. "The spells on the shed are wonderfully solid and incredibly strong according to my Probity Probe, you should be perfectly safe to change here, Remus." She smiled at Remus who grinned back at her, though somewhat pained. He'd rather not had to of reinforced the shed. Would rather not be a werewolf. "And the house is just magnificent. I love how you've incorporated spaces special for Harry and plenty of learning opportunities , it's absolutely wonderful. I'll just send the papers off to be cleared by the Head of my department, and I should be able to bring him over round fiveish."

"Great!" Sirius beamed happily, a little skip to his walk at this good news. He knew that he would have gotten Harry, he'd known it, but there was still that little part of him that had been worried that she wouldn't approve of the house, or that the Minister would have taken Harry away from him. But no, here was Tricia, telling them that everything would be perfectly fine. That everything would be the way it was supposed to be, that he would get his precious little boy back and be able to keep him forever.

"And then I'll have to come back in two weeks to check up on you guys, make sure you're doing alright. And then again about a month after that, but I have a good feeling things will be just fine. That little boy really loves you, he kept asking after you when he wasn't playing with my Luna. She just adores him, we'll have to have some play dates, being neighbors and all."

"Yes, we will. It'll be great for Harry to have someone his own age to hang out with." Sirius nodded happily, glad that his godson had made yet another new friend. He was a very social little person, he could see that. Perhaps they should see about the Weasleys as well, Dumbledore had said they had children, though not how old they were. "Maybe you and your family would like to come for dinner tonight if everything goes through ok?"

"Oh, I'm sure Xeno and Luna would love that." Tricia smiled, nodding her confirmation. "We'll be here."

Later that evening, Remus was pulling chicken breasts out of the oven when the doorbell rang. "I'll bet that's them, Padfoot."

The black haired man nodded and practically ran to the door. He pulled it open and was instantly tackled down to the floor by the full force of a four year old's over excitement at seeing him again. "Padfoot! Padfoot!" Harry laughed, clinging to his godfather as Sirius grunted, lifting himself into a sitting position and hugging Harry as the little boy snuggled up contently in his lap. "I missed chu, Padfoot."

"I missed you too, Prongslet." Sirius laugh, lifting Harry up and getting to his feet. He shifted Harry to his hip, tickling him and receiving a smattering of giggles from his godson. It had only been eleven hours since he'd see the kid, but with the prospect of losing him had been hanging over his head, Sirius could not express the relief he felt at having his precious boy back in his arms. He turned his attention to the threesome at the door. "Please, come in. It's so nice to have you come." He held out his hand to Xeno, who's flyaway blonde hair was just as crazily everywhere as his daughter's. "Sirius Black, a pleasure to meet you."

"Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of the Quibbler." Xeno stated proudly, shaking Sirius's hand happily. "We're happy to come. My Luna just loves your Harry."

"My Hawwy." Luna stated brightly, tugging at her friend's boot. Sirius set him down on the floor and the two of them stood there happily, clasping hands. "He my brodder."

"She's my sissy." Harry said quite proudly, beaming up at Sirius and swinging his and Luna's hands back and forth. Luna come to the conclusion that since neither of them had any siblings, they might as well be each other's brother and sister. Harry had quite enjoyed this idea, liking Luna and her imaginary world of 'nawgles' and 'wacksputs'. She was a very fun sister and she didn't seem to mind sharing. Harry didn't mind sharing either, as he had never really had anyone to share with before. They were quite the odd pair in this way, since most three and four year olds were not always ones for sharing or even getting along all the time.

"That's great, Prongslet. You guys will have to visit each other often then."

"Yes!" Luna laughed, bouncing as she ran in place with her glee at the idea of hanging out with Harry again. Harry, however, frowned and dropped her hand, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"But Padfoot, I wanna keep her." Sirius smiled and crouched down.

"Oh Harry, Luna has to stay with her parents and you have to stay with me."

"But… what if Luna comes to stay with chu too?"

"She can come sometimes, but not all of the time. Her mummy and daddy would miss her way too much, just like I would miss you if you left. But you love Luna, right?"

"Yes." Harry nodded firmly, gripping his little friend tightly. She laughed and raised her hands to tickle him.

"Well, when you love somebody, they can never ever truly leave you. Because they'll always be in your heart."

"Aways!" Luna laughed wriggling out of Harry's grasp and tackling him to the floor where she promptly sat on his tummy and began to tickle his neck. Harry laughed reaching up to tickle her tummy, feeling better now. His Padfoot was very smart, so he supposed he had to be right.

Sirius showed them all into the dining room at the end of the hallway, Remus just finishing setting a bowl of peas on the table. Harry climbed up into his chair, knowing it was his because of the small red dishes set there. They were his and only his, though he noticed that Luna had similar ones in blue at her place, right beside him. That made him happy, knowing that she had plates at his house too.

"Alright, who wants chicken?" Remus asked, smiling.

"Schicken! Pwease!" Luna squealed, holding up her blue plate to him. Remus laughed and stroked her hair, taking the plate and cutting her off about half a breast before he cut that up into smaller pieces for her to eat. He set it down in front of her.

"Me too, puh-ease." Harry held up his red plate and Remus took it from him, repeating the motions of making sure the chicken was cut up into smaller pieces so Harry could eat it without struggling or choking. "I love chicken."

"So did your daddy." Sirius smiled, reaching a hand out to ruffle Harry's hair. The little boy's chest puffed out proudly as it did whenever he discovered a similarity between himself and his parents. He loved how Sirius and Remus mentioned them so often, it made him feel good and safe. If they loved his parents as much as he did, then he knew he was going to be fine here with them. Padfoot and Moony were his two most favorite living people. "Let's see, we need peas on those plates of yours as well."

"I don't like peases, Padfoot." Harry shook his head, hoping Padfoot wouldn't get mad at him for voicing his opinion on the evil little green balls of yuck. Sirius frowned, not really knowing how to respond to that. He didn't want to force Harry into eating something he didn't like, but then again, most kids were opposed to the green vegetables. He knew Harry needed to eat at least some peas because they would be good for him, but how to do so without Harry thinking he was being mean. He was after all, just starting to come more out of his shell… that simple statement of dislike showed him that.

"Well, that's too bad, because the peas really like you." Sirius heaved a sigh of relief as Xeno took over for him, nothing his distress.

"Dey do?"

"Oh yes, very much so."

"They love to be eaten by little boys and girls and help them grow up strong. They will be very sad if you don't eat them." Remus added, grinning at Xenophilius.

"Oh…" Harry frowned, eyeing the bowl of green peas, looking quite sad himself. He held up his plate. "I eat some, but not a lot, otay?"

"Okay!" Remus laughed and spooned a little serving of peas onto Harry's plate while the little boy's face switched to a satisfied smile.

"Otay peases, get in." Harry pointed his fork at his peas and opened his mouth, waiting. Sirius was about to tell him to use his fork when the peas began to giggle and hop, right on into Harry's mouth. The little boy laughed, chewing when he had enough in his mouth and then opening it for more.

"Are you…" Sirius looked at Remus who shook his head. They both looked to the adult Lovegoods who shrugged.

"Must be accidental." Tricia said simply, smiling. "Luna makes a lot of silly things happen, don't you baby?"

"Mhm!" Luna ginned, her mouth full of chicken. She poked Harry with her plastic fork. "Hawwy do magic!"

"Huh?" Harry turned his head confusedly.

"She's right Harry, you did do magic." Sirius laughed proudly and Harry beamed. "That'll happen sometimes, at least until you're eleven and can get your wand."

"I get a wand!" Harry's eyes went wide and he looked around at them all. He knew his Padfoot and his Moony had wands, and he quite adored watching them make thing float around or emitting pretty colored smoke for him to chase.

"You sure do, but when you're eleven." Remus laughed, watching at the est of Harry's peas jumped into the little boy's mouth followed by a piece of chicken. The delight Harry had at the very idea of getting a wand made him even more reassured that magic was something good in the eyes of the little boy. Whatever the Dursleys had done to him, they hadn't been able to take away the enchantment of a child's world, nor that of the magical world. "And then you'll get to go to Hogwarts."

"What's Hoggywarts?" Harry asked curiously as Luna let out an excited squeal and just about feel out of her chair at the mere mention of the place.

"It's a school for young witches and wizards. Padfoot and I met each other and your mum and dad there."

"Ooooh!" Harry beamed, kicking his legs under the table and humming a little as he picked up his fork to stab a piece of chicken. He brought it to his mouth, still humming as he chewed. He liked the sounds of a magic school. Maybe he could learn all the spells Padfoot and Moony knew. Maybe he could even learn how to turn himself into a doggy like Padfoot!

Once dinner was finished and Harry and Luna were yawning over the last of their slices of pie, the Lovegoods decided it was time for them to be heading home. They thanks Sirius and Remus for such a pleasant evening, and after promising to come back again soon, they left. Harry waved to Luna from the front doorstep, one hand in the air, the other covering a really big yawn, his eyes droopy. As soon as his friend was out of sight, he turned to his Padfoot and lifted his arms, not saying a word. Sirius scooped him up, snuggling him close on his hip.

"It looks like somebody is ready for nighty nights."

"Can we finish da story?" Harry asked, rubbing at one eye. He was really sleepy, but he didn't want to go to bed without learning what happened to the doggy in the book.

"Of course we can, Prongslet." Sirius smiled and made for the stairs.

"Can Moony read it? He makes good voices. Almost real." Sirius laughed and snuggled the little boy closer, turning to head for the kitchen now. Remus was a better reader than him, and he did do wonderful characters when he read to Harry. Maybe that could be a special thing for them, the bedtime stories.

"Moony, your biggest fan would like you to continue your rendition of 'The Doggy Who Lost His Way' tonight. I'll do up the dishes." Sirius passed Harry over to Remus who gave the boy a kiss on the forehead.

"You read da bestest, Moony." Harry grinned at him, but then frowned, hoping he hadn't hurt his Padfoot's feelings.

"That he does, Harry." Sirius ruffled his hair and pulled out his wand, giving a great sweep to turn on the faucet, pour the soap into the sink, and have the dishes begin to scrub themselves clean with the sponge. Harry's eyes widened as he watched for a minute, enjoying the way magic made the world just a little bit cooler. Sirius grinned and gave his wand another way, making the bubbles in the sink float up and about. They circled around Remus and Harry, the younger of the two laughing delightedly, reaching his hands out to catch at the stream of fluffy white bubbles.

Once Harry was all bubbled out, Remus carried the nearly sleeping child upstairs and set him down on his bed. "Well Harry, still want to hear about that dog?"

"Yes puh-ease, Moony." Harry nodded and lifted his arms above his head, letting Remus remove his shirt and replace it with a pajama top. They did the same with his pants and Harry climbed up under the covers. Remus cuddled up next to him, the book open to right where they'd left off. He read it, making sure to do the voices Harry so loved. When the book was through and Harry was yawning quite a bit, Remus rose from the bed, put the book away, and tucked the covers up over the little boy nice and tight. He picked the stuffed lion up off of the floor and placed it beside him, knowing that Harry adored it. "I like books, Moony."

"That's a wonderful thing, Harry. Maybe someday, I'll teach you to read, alright? Then you can read to yourself when Padfoot and I are busy."

"Yeah!" Harry nodded enthusiastically. He knew his letters already, but he would like to know how to read as well. If anyone could teach him, it would be Moony.

"Looks like you're all settled nicely." Padfoot grinned as he came into the room to say good night. Both he and Moony gave Harry a kiss and a snuggle. "Good night Prongslet. Love you."

"Nigh' Padfoot. Nigh' Moony. I love chu."

"Good night, Harry, I love you too." Remus smiled. They made sure the music box was wound and open as always and that Harry had his glasses off before they left the room, letting the four year old get his much needed rest.

…..

Harry woke the next morning to the bright sun shining in through his windows. He stretched, reaching for his glasses and putting them on his face. He was happy, having not had any bad dreams while he slept. Feeling quite good and like a big boy for making it a whole night by himself in his own bed, Harry slipped out of his little red bed and padded for the door, his lion swinging from his hand.

Wanting to be even more of a big boy and impress Padfoot and Moony, Harry headed into the bathroom to go potty. He flushed and looked at the tub. Padfoot always gave him a bath in the morning… maybe he should give himself his own bath? He was sure he could do that… it was just turning on water and putting in bubbles right? That wouldn't be too difficult…

Smiling at his plan, Harry grabbed the knob and turned it. It was a big silver thing in the wall, not like the two knobbed taps at the other house or number four. He liked the rubber ducky bathroom best, there were no creepy snake legs on the tub or a rough Aunt Petunia.

Sticking his hand under the faucet like he'd seen Padfoot do, Harry checked the water temperature. It was cold. Way too cold for a nice bath. Frowning, he looked closer at the lever. One side had a blue line and the other had a red line. Hmm… Which way was the right way? He deliberated for a minute. Fire was red and it was hot, could that mean the red line was for the hot water? He supposed so and gave it a try, turning the knob all the way to the red side.

Steam began emitting from where the water hit the bottom of the tub and Harry stuck his hand under the faucet, but quickly withdrew it. That was waaaay too hot! It hurt! He turned the lever the other way, just a little bit. The steam stopped and Harry checked the water again. That was much better. It was still hot, but it felt nice and didn't burn.

Harry looked down at the bottom of the tub now. He knew he needed to plug up the drain in order for the tub to fill. Seeing the rubbed plug sitting on the corner of the tub, he smiled and grabbed it, shoving it down into the drain with a satisfying squelch. The water began rising, and he knew he'd gotten it correct. Now he just had to find the…

A bottle sat on the other edge of the tub, a smiling child in a tub of bubbles on the front. Harry grabbed it, pulled the stopper out of the top and poured some into the tub. Bubbles expanded from where he had poured it and he laughed, adding more and more, wanting toooons of bubbles. He put the stopper back on the bottle and set it back in its place on the edge of the tub.

Harry watched as the tub filled, the water getting deeper, the bubbles more numerous. He let it fill nearly all the way to the top and then turned off the faucet, not wanting the water to spill over the edge and get everywhere. He figured Padfoot and Moony wouldn't be very happy if he made a mess when he was supposed to be getting cleaned up. He shucked off his pajamas and put them in the hamper beside the sink, knowing that that was where they went.

He was about to get into the tub when he remembered. His boat! And his duck! He couldn't very well take a bath without his toys. He dashed from the bathroom and into the playroom. He grabbed up his boat and duck. He took them back to the bathroom and dropped them happily into the tub. There. Now it was a good bath.

Harry had one leg in the tub when Padfoot came wandering down the hallway, still wearing his pajamas. He paused, one hand against his eye, obviously rubbing sleep away from it, the other wide as he looked at his godson. "Harry, what're you up to?"

"I… I…" Harry faultered. Had the bath been a bad idea? Padfoot didn't look as pleased as Harry had thought he would be to have found Harry already having a bath. "You always gib me a bath in da mornin'."

"That I do. But you really shouldn't take a bath by yourself, Harry. It's not safe." Sirius shook his head and lifted the little boy, hugging him tightly to him. He was lucky to have woken up when he did. To think of what might have happened otherwise… He set the boy down in the tub and sat down on the toilet.

"Why not?"

"Because if you slipped and fell, you could get hurt, not to mention drown if you went under the water."

"Drown?" Harry gulped, looking down at the water worriedly. He knew drowning was bad, but not quite what it was.

"Yeah. You go under the water and don't come back up, ever. It's not as likely to happen in the bath, but it can." Sirius said firmly, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some into his hand. He didn't want to seem harsh, but water and little kids were serious business. He wanted Harry to understand that it was serious. "I just don't want anything to hurt you, ok? So no more trying to take baths by yourself, Harry. That'll be one of our rules, actually, as soon as Moony is up, we should probably go over some other rules as well, alright? Not bad rules, just things you need to do to be safe, alright?"

"Ok." Harry nodded, not liking being told off, but knowing it as better to be safe than it was to be naughty. He figured if Padfoot had a rule, he should probably follow it so as not to be given back to the Dursleys. Padfoot had said he would never give him back, but… you could never be too sure. Harry hung his head, frowning and not really excited about his bath anymore. He felt too badly about what he'd done. He didn't like getting in trouble.

"You're a very good boy, Harry." Sirius stated kindly, noticing his godson's lack of enthusiasm with his bath toys and the copious amount of bubbles. "Rules are meant to keep you safe, that's why we have to have them."

"No asking questions." Harry opted as an example. "No crying. No eating before Dudley. No breaking toys. No banging on the cupboard door."

"Well, we won't have those kinds of rules." Sirius shook his head, understanding a little better as to why the idea of rules was bothering Harry. The rules the Dursleys had given him were those of the intolerable sort. The kind that anyone would have trouble with, especially a four year old. "We'll have better rules, good rules. And sometimes the rules don't count if something is an accident, like breaking a toy or a dish. Forget the rules the Dursleys gave you."

"Ok." Harry nodded, feeling a little better now. Different rules from the Dursley's. That would be nice, and then he wouldn't have to worry so much about breaking them.

"Alright. Well, you go ahead and play for a bit." Sirius smiled, splashing Harry and making the boy laugh. "I've got something fun to show you though, after breakfast."

"You do?"

"Oh yeah, it's a surprise."

"A surpise!" Harry was paying close attention now, his eyes wide with excitement at the idea of a surprise. He enjoyed surprises now that he associated them with happy things… like the surprise of Padfoot rescuing him from the Dursley's house. Harry stood up in the tub, climbing out and slopping water onto the floor. "I'm clean!"

"You are." Sirius chuckled and tugged a towel down over Harry, grinning. It was shaped like a poncho, yellow with wings jutting out of the shoulders. He pulled the hood up over Harry's head and smiled, looking down at the boy clad as a duck. Harry giggled, looking at himself in the floor length mirror on the back of the door.

"I'm a ducky! Quack quack!" Harry danced about as Sirius patted him dry with his towel and then picked him up. They went to his bedroom to get him dressed. Sirius tugged a red t-shirt striped with gold over Harry's head, a cape attached to the collar of it. He gave him a pair of denim shorts, knowing it would be hot out today, and a pair of little brown sandals. Harry beamed as he discovered he was able to do up the back strap of his sandals. They were Velcro. And then Harry picked to wear his conductor's hat, liking it the best.

Downstairs, Sirius gave Harry a bowl of cereal and Remus joined them shortly, freshly showered. "Going to show him at last?" Remus laughed, tugging at Harry's cape gently and ruffling the boy's hair good morning.

"Show me what?"

"You'll see." Sirius grinned. "I'm going to take a shower, but then we'll go out to the backyard and I'll show you your surprise."

"Okay!" Harry laughed and slopped a bit of milk on the table in his excitement. He bit his lip, reaching to wipe it up, but Remus just waved his wand, siphoning it away to some unseen place.

Harry was anxious. He wanted to know what the surprise was really bad. He tried to take his time eating his cereal, but it didn't last long. He ended up sitting on the floor beside the screen door out to the back garden. He couldn't wait.

When Sirius finally came back down into the kitchen, he was carrying the little broom that had been in Harry's playroom. Harry eyed it curiously, but Sirius just scooped him up and they headed out into the back garden, Remus following after them with a knowing smile on his face.

The back garden was an enchanting place, even for an adult. Flowers and trees were everywhere. A small pond full of brightly colored fish and ringed with a rainbow of stones sat off to one side and a stone path wound around here and there. Harry almost squirmed out of Padfoot's arms at the sight of the wooden swing hanging from one of the trees. He wanted to play on that right then, but Padfoot just shook his head and set him down on the grass, holding out the broom.

"I have to clean?" Harry frowned, disappointed at this. He had cleaned at the Dursley's and while it kept his aunt from yelling at him too much, he hadn't enjoyed it really. It wasn't fun to clean…

"This broom isn't for cleaning." Padfoot grinned and handed it to Harry. "You're going to ride it."

"Dat's silly, Padfoot." Harry shook his head. Brooms couldn't be ridden, even he knew that.

"It's magic." Sirius laughed, lifting Harry up and dropping the broom. It hovered about a foot from the ground and Harry stared at it, astounded. Sirius placed him down on it. "Wizards and witches ride brooms. We do it to travel and for fun. Today, I'm going to teach you all about your daddy's most favorite thing, well, besides your mum that is. Quidditch."

"Quidditch?" Harry asked curiously, his hands gripping the broom. Somehow, it felt… safe, being on the broom. It was almost as if he had been on one before…

"Oh yeah. It's a game we play on bro-" Sirius stopped dead as Harry shot forward on his broom. He had remembered the picture he'd seen of his mummy. He had been on a broom before, years ago… He'd seen himself as a baby flying on one. And somehow, his body knew how to do it still.

"I can fly!" Harry laughed, turning circles around Padfoot and Remus as they laughed back at him. The boy was a natural. "Lookit me, Padfoot! Lookit me, Moony! I can fly! I'm a wizard!" Harry laughed louder, steering his broom to go around the garden. This was better than any swing would ever bed. He could really fly! His toes skimmed the grass, but he was in the air, and he didn't have to walk. He decided right then, that this was his favorite thing to do too, just like his daddy.

"Alright, Harry! That's awesome!" Padfoot whooped, pumping a fist in the air in excitement as how well his godson had taken to the broom. He knew he'd be alright on it, having done just fine as a one year old. And if a one year old Harry could do it, a four year old definitely could. "Come over here, and I'll teach you about Quidditch, and then we can have a game."

"Ok!" Harry shot over to Padfoot, hovering happily in front of him.

"Alright, so, the first thing you need to know about Quidditch, is that there as usually seven players and four balls. The Keeper who guards the goals. The three Chasers who throw a ball called a Quaffle and try to get it through the goals. Two Beaters who hit two big black balls called Bludgers. The Bludgers tries to knock everybody off of their brooms. And then there's the Seeker, he flied around trying to catch the Golden Snitch, which is a teeny tiny little golden ball with wings. When he catches it, the game is over. Got it?"

"Mhm!" Harry nodded, liking the sound of it.

"Alright! Well, your dad was a Chaser. Would you like to play Chaser and I'll play Keeper? You can try and get the ball through the goal."

"Ok!" Harry nodded and Sirius got out a large scarlet ball. He led Harry over to where a single hoop on a stick was sticking out of the ground. It wasn't very tall, about four feet off of the ground, just high enough for Harry to try and toss the Quaffle through.

Harry took the scarlet ball from Padfoot, and had to have Remus hold him steady on his broom, not yet having the coordination he needed to hold onto it and the ball at the same time. The ball was too big for just one of his hands anyway. He laughed, tossing it at the goal hoop and Sirius feinted to block it.

"Oh! Harry1 Good job!" Sirius laughed, watching as the ball went through the hoop.

"I did it!" Harry beamed proudly and Remus let go of him, letting him shoot around the hoop to give the ball a kick from his broom. "I got a point!"

"You got ten points! In Quidditch, every goal is worth ten points."

"Wow!" Harry beamed, even prouder of the big number of points he had gotten by shooting the Quaffle through the hoop. He knew ten was a pretty big number. And to get that many points, that was really good!

The three wizards spent the entire morning and well into the afternoon in the backyard. At lunch time, Sirius brought out some nice cold iced tea for them to drink as well as some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Harry didn't want to get off of his broom to eat, but he did, if only to devour his lunch incredibly fast and get right back on it before Sirius and Remus had even started in on the second half of their sandwiches.

The men watched as Harry fluttered about the garden, his red cape flying out behind him in the air. The boy had such a huge smile on his face, Sirius knew they would be spending more days like this this summer. Harry just loved the broom and it was small enough that he could ride it around his playroom of it rained.

"So, Remus. This morning I caught Harry trying to give himself a bath."

"He what!" Remus paused with his sandwich halfway to his mouth.

"I know. But he's ok. And I've told him that he has to have one of us with him at all times when he's in the bath. We've got to get some basic rules for him. I'm all for giving him freedom, but I don't want him running around like an untamed weed."

"Like you were?"

"I knew right from wrong. I just want to make sure Harry grows up knowing the same. We have the bath rule, but I think we should have a few others, just for safety's sake. Like talking to strangers, not that he's apt to do that anyway with how shy he gets around them. But still."

Remus nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea. Stranger danger rules. And a few other things to keep him safe. We can add more if he does anything naughty though."

"Agreed." Sirius nodded, smiling as Harry did circled around the tree with the swing now, his hair whipping in the wind. Damn he loved that kid, he didn't know what he would do if anything happened to him.

Phew. Sorry about that wait, guys. The Hunger Games are distracting and my train is flipping awesome. And I finished this days ago but FF hasn't been letting me add chapters. But don't worry, I'm back to paying attention! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and lemme know what you thought! I love hearing from you.

Love always,

S.Q.O.