AN: This chapter is dedicated to outlookforever for being the 20th reviewer! Sadly, no one got the reference in the last chapter so no surprise for you guys :( Remember to read and review!

Bex's POV:

"I can't believe you did that!"

"Its not my fault you're like that!"

"I just CAN'T believe it!"

"SOPHIE! ELIZABETH!"

"Sorry Mum." The two girls murmured, shooting daggers at each other.

"Now, what did Elizabeth do Soph?" I asked glancing in the rearview mirror of the rental car.

"Nothing."

"Ah…so it's about a boy?" I asked smiling.

"N-n-no."

"You stuttered." Elizabeth said.

"And what does stuttering mean?" Grant said, winking at Elizabeth.

"It means she's lying." Elizabeth said.

"I'm NOT lying!"

"Ah. See, now you're becoming defensive." Elizabeth said matter-of-factly.

"Good job Lizzie." Grant said winking again at the smug twin.

"I swear you are goading them on." I said aside to Grant, shaking my head.

"Well my British Bombshell, you may just be right."

Rolling my eyes, I quieted the girls down, reminding them that if they woke up sleeping Michael, there would be more than enough noise to go around. Soon enough, we were sitting peacefully in the car, with little Michel's snores the only thing breaking the silence every so often.

"Mum?"

"Yes Sophie?"

"When are we going to get to Aunt Cammie's?"

"According to your dad, just a few more miles."

'Okay, so that would mean about another hour?"

"Just about.'

I smiled at Grants objection to his horrible map-reading skills and drifted off into a slumber.

"No I'm NOT!"

Oi. This again. I love my kids, but please, they do not know when to leave an argument alone. Grant says they inherit it from me; I don't see it. I think they get it from him.

"What is it this time?' I asked.

'Sorry to wake you Mum.' Elizabeth said apologetically, 'But Soph won't admit that she's lying."

Oi.

"When we get to Cammie's; that's Aunt Cammie to you; I can help you find a solution." I went on, "Or, you can both keep going at it until hair gets ripped out and both of you have a black eye. Personally, I would prefer the former."

The two argumentative sisters sighed in defeat and silence ruled the car once again.

An hour or so later, I saw the mansion-like farmhouse that Cammie had inherited from her grandparents.

"Sophie, Elizabeth were here." I said, shaking the twins from their sleep.

The two girls stirred, and little Michael woke up from his five-hour long sleep.

"Mummy?"

"Yes Michael?" I said, rotating my body around in the passengers seat to look at my little boy.

"Are we there yet?"

"Yes Michael."

"Is Aunt Cammie going to be there?"

"Yes Michael."

"YEA!" Michael threw up his little arms in joy.

Cammie was Michael's hero. She had found this favorite toy a few years back and he'd had worshiped her ever since. With laughter ringing through the car, Grant pulled into the driveway. As soon as we stepped out of the car, the Goode family ran out of the house to greet us.

"Cam!" I hugged my friend and laughed as Michael ran up to Cam yelling:

"AUNT CAMMIE! AUNT CAMMIE!"

Cammie scooped up Michael and smiled at me over his curly mop of brown hair. Following Cam into the house I gave Zach a wink and gave their three kids, Rachel, Michelle and Matthew, hugs.

"So Cam," I said, heaving some of the luggage out of the trunk of the rental car. "Is anybody else here yet?"

"No. Liz, Jonas, and Paige were supposed to be here an hour ago though."

Smiling to myself, I said, "Knowing them, they lost wi-fi somewhere and started panicking."

"That's what I figured." Cammie shook her head and put Michael down. "Any way, Rachel is going to show you all to you rooms." She said, gesturing to the spacious three story farmhouse then as an afterthought she added: "Sometimes I realize why this reunion is here. And then it vanishes."

Grinning at Cam, I followed Rachel up to the second floor of the spacious farmhouse.

"Sophie with sleep with Michelle, Elizabeth will be sleeping with me and Michael will be sleeping with Matthew." Rachel said and lead us up to the third floor.

"Aunt Bex and Uncle Grant will be sleeping in this room…" Rachel paused outside the door. "Well… um…"

"You can go, have fun, Soph, Lizzie." I said and the three girls fled.

Surveying the room I noted the grand four-poster bed with the pink lace canopy. Cringing, I cast my eye elsewhere and caught site of something that made my whole face light up in happiness.

A punching bag.

AN: So... whaddya think? I've had a few complaints that its a little short, so I made it a tiny bit longer... The problem is that I've already written up about seven chapters and its really hard to edit them after the fact. There will be at least three more POV's (Macey, Liz, and Cammie) and then the plot will speed up.

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