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Welcome! Quogan shippers! It's Thursday! It's time for an update! Sorry, this is reaching you a week later than planned. Last week's thursday was also April the 11th which just isn't a happy date for me or my family. It was 8 years ago on that day, that everything went horribly bad for my poor dad. Right before he passed a little after midnight officially on the 12th. And ever since, those two dates are murder on my heart each year. Even though he was far from perfect and very ill… I still miss him and really hope he's smiling down on me. Even if the grief did stop my progress cold for a bit… I hope you all can understand. I did also start a new Halloween fic this Monday. All thanks to a friend's birthday. Called "The Halloween Before" after reading it again I think I'll have to make a chaptered work too…But hopefully all of that can make up for this lapse in posts. But enough of my yammering, let's get this party going!
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Special thanks to my reviewers: [my friend] Guest Nina (My goodness, thank you so much for both of your reviews. They really made my day each time. And yes! I really hope I never have to do anything like that again… it was very tough. But it's readers like you and the friends I've found here on this site that pulled me through and keep me going. God bless you for that. And letting me count you as a friend. I'm very careful where I use that term after a very bad experience on this site that has left scars. I'm super careful where I place that word ever since, and you don't know what it means that you're not like that person was. Yes! They're finally back together! I'm so tickled too… it was challenging separating them {cause I never think of them as separate either}. But it's gonna be so much more fun now that they're together and gonna face some alone time too. Winkwink! Yep, grandma's got some walls, but look what Quinn did to the walls Logan had! I did give that reunion some heat. I had WAY too much fun doing it too. So glad you liked it and yes, distracting Irvine is KEY! No matter how much he actually likes Logan. I agree we Quogan-fangirls have gotta stick together! I hope this finds you very well! That you're having a GREAT week! Take Care and Much Love!) and [my friend] AwkwardGurl05 (Thank you so much for taking the time to write in for both chapters. [For ch5]Yes! Logan is still working on talking about all that happened in that fire. And Quinn is supporting him ALL the way. Yes, the love letters and flirty texts have gotten out of control in the BEST way! LoL! Yes! When I was dreaming up this story, even in the very first drafts. Zoey always had this moment somewhere where she grilled all the newbies about going off with her friends, she also told Mark off while she was at it. Because she really was concerned with him doing to Stacey what he'd done to Quinn. AND she was even surprised by how much that irked her. I always had that really cool moment with Logan too. I was one of those things that DEMANDED to be written and I couldn't have done this story without it. But Mark deserved it, he hurt Quinn so badly and just expects her to be over it. Still help him out whenever he needs her. ICK! Logan admitting he's always liked Quinn was ALWAYS a part of that moment too. I'm so thrilled you liked it! But sorry it made you emotional even if honestly… it made me cry when I was writing it. My dog was so confused, LoL! She's like, "on no, she's crying at the keyboard again." She kept jumping up on me and kissing me till I stopped. LOL! Logan really is soldiering through the rest of their time apart. Thank you so much for your comments again on my writing style. It's something I'm always working at and trying to make a little better. Yes, Quinn had something to prove to Paige Howard and herself in that epi. The Radio epi hug was a little too friendly, wasn't it! Quinn is the most encouraging one of the group. I try to always give her that credit too. And show what a good heart she's got. Even if it's all usually at it's best around Logan. Winkwink! Yes! I'm trying to tie some of the future things to these events too. For Quogan anyways! (I'm gonna change some of Choey's stuff cause it was too weird the way they weren't friends in the movie. It's gonna be the way Hawaii SHOULD have gone when the gang joins them! Hopefully!) I feel the same way about Lola's treatment of Logan. It was always a little too mean even if I never could say I hated her for it. It always seems a little too much! I really think that was something we missed too, not getting a season 5, finally seeing Lola and Logan bridge that gap a little too. SO there may be some groundwork for that here… if not in the senior year fic I'm planning to write after I complete this one. I really do hope this is reaching you when you are feeling much better now. ANd THANKS again for all you do! [ch 6] Quinn was getting misty-eyed, and YES Logan is gonna be at the wedding! And YES! He bought the bench in my other fic right before the Prom. So I had that idealism carry over into this one. He never did disclose what he was gonna do with it. He just said his grandparents were keeping it for him till summer kicked in. I wanted him to have kind of a less creepy shrine, than Helga in 'Hey Arnold.' LoL! And yes, he did have to bring up the green article of clothing… boy's got it BAD! Take all the time you need catching up. It's here for whenever you're ready. God bless you for all you do! Especially your letters while these tougher dates were recking havoc on me. I can't tell you what that meant! It helped me so much, I'm working on my replies as we speak. I hope this finds you very well! Hope you're having a GREAT week! Take Care and Much Love!)
Enjoy!
"How We Spent Our Summer Vacay!"
Chapter 7 - The Boy is Clutch!
(Quinn's Perspective)
I still can't believe it.
That Logan is here. Suddenly, that he worked with Irvine and Marion to surprise me like this.
My uncle has been totally gushing all throughout breakfast. About the lengths all THREE of these people went to. ALL the whispering and secret-keeping that had been going on. Logan was even chiming in about this fib and that along with why he told it. All throughout breakfast, this was getting explained in great detail. Even if I get strong vibes that Logan isn't coming entirely clean with me about ALL of the secrets just yet… He keeps me on my toes, doesn't he?
A bunch of the workers were in on different parts of these plans too. Probably still are too.
I just kept looking at him. And he kept looking at me… And even though I've gotten mostly used to that pulling feeling. That he always stirs up in me. Today, it felt like it had strengthened, tenfold.
Even just looking at him and holding my hand under the table. It's something we got so into the habit of doing. That we still do it, without even thinking about it. Whenever we get seated near the other. Even if no one here would care if they saw us doing that. I think this group might even be more surprised if we weren't doing something like that now. We still keep it hidden more often then not, out of sheer habit.
I also discovered that this 'welcome thing' had been planned long before any of this stuff happened. My new aunt had been planning it out alongside all of their wedding plans… how sweet is that, they wanted my homecoming to be that warm and welcoming… How could I not love these guys? When I got hurt in that explosion, and sent home early. All of those party plans shifted to welcoming both me and my guy. When he got here and the whole thing was just SO sweet. I wasn't used to being such a big deal to anyone. My own parents would have been like hug, welcome home, bye we're off to Sweden. That may have even been how they reacted to one of my homecomings…
And the farm's staff was having as much fun as all of us. Telling about their parts in planning, even helping Logan hide when he first got here.
But as soon as we stood up, I barely got to hug my aunt and uncle. And tell them, "Thank you." That "I'd loved every minute of my welcome home effort." And most of all, "thanking them for helping Logan like they did too." I'm still shocked I'm still reeling.
Then the vet arrived and after a quick visit with Maybelline. She came back to the barn doors and announced. "I hope you've got room in these stables for a couple more alpacas. These crias are on their way!"
I'd yelled back, "It's happening?"
And she'd confirmed it too. While some of the workers were off to do chores or help the other animals. The largest group was going to ready the added-on places for the hippos that would be arriving after the wedding and checking on all of our new (to most of us) giraffes… the new favorites around the farm… But an impressive group was hovering to see if they could catch a glimpse of these new babies being born. I'd taken off, and didn't realize Logan was keeping right with me. Till I'd reached the door to the birthing stall.
I'd warned him, "Logan, are you sure you want to see this?" Not every guy would.
But he said, "Are you kidding?"
"If there are any complications it could get messy," I warned again.
"Like blood and guts, kinda stuff?" He asked sounding hopefully and virtually unaffected.
"Yeah, I mean… it could." I was honest… Otis' birth had been no picnic. And I'm still a little traumatized. Even though I've seen several births since.
But his initial reaction was an enthused, "Cool!"
I always had a similar reaction to these things most of the time. But I made certain, "Are you sure you'll be alright? It can be a lot."
He still insisted, "Yeah! I was really hoping I'd get to be here for this too."
When the door was outta the way. Otis started talking to me (not really but in his own way) in full-blown panic and I had to go talk to him first thing. I tried to calm him down. He was so panicked, I had to get some of the looming workers to distract him. Before he worried himself enough to hurt him.
I told Jose, "Take him out and let him walk around a little. I would do it myself but I gotta assist the doc. Let him get some fresh air, maybe see if he'll drink some water. Cup it in your hand and try to see if he'll take it out of your hand."
The worker sassed me, "I told you, you spoil him too much."
I snapped back. "When you have an alpaca of your own, Jose! You can tell me how to raise one! Till then, just cup the water in your hands ya, ninny! It's more like drinking out of a cup for him."
But when I turned back around… to face Maybelline… I was shocked again.
Because while the vet was at Maybelline's back end, Logan was up at her face talking to her. He was petting her and talking to her so softly. And the doctor shot me a look as impressed as my face felt. I explained, "This is my boyfriend Logan. He just arrived here today."
"Well, welcome Logan, hope you're not a fainter." The doc smiled, vividly remembering my ex had been a BIG fainter whenever she came around.
He said calm as could be, "Don't think it'll be a problem."
"Good, have you ever seen an animal this large be born before?" She asked my man (I can't call him anything else at the moment).
"Sure, " he said confidently. Before he admitted, "But it was all fake and on a movie set. Oh! Besides this one time I was at an aquarium and saw a dolphin get born… That's probably a little smaller than this baby will be though."
I explained, "His dad's a big producer in Hollywood. But last summer, when Maybelline was brought here. She was scared of absolutely everyone except him. He was the only one who could get her to walk out of her trailer." As if she knew what I was saying (and I really think she did), Maybelline moved to put her head in Logan's lap.
Dr. Rosett smirked and said, "Looks like she remembers him too. I thought your boyfriend was that big bored-looking guy? Who kept fainting every time he saw me?"
"He was my boyfriend, and he fainted at the sight of your horse needles." I corrected ignoring the reference that should only be to a cat, that my current boyfriend made under his breath. I went on explaining, "Until he dumped me to date another girl, who dumped him right before Prom." I shrugged.
"Karma is funny that way," Dr. Rosett nodded, while Logan laughed next to me. Either at the doctor or thinking about Prom... the look he shot me was far too mischievous. I couldn't pinpoint which topic had given him the giggles. But the doc shot me a face like 'nice going.' Before she got back in the zone on this birth. And even though I had been thinking the exact same thing. Thank GOD Logan didn't hear that he was getting cocky enough. That didn't need more fuel right now!
He dutifully stayed by her head and kept talking to her the longest time. We knew he'd picked the perfect spot to be in for this. As the doc and me were both working on helping the first baby come out. The first baby had tried to come out the wrong way… So there was some trouble getting it to come out right. But almost as soon as the baby was facing the right way. It popped out and immediately started talking baby talk just like her daddy had when he was born. And I'd cried happy tears uncontrollably, out of joy but also out of heartbreak that Otis' birth hadn't been as happy as this day already is. I couldn't help but pray for a couple of more blessings besides the one I was holding.
When Logan noticed I was crying. He reached over Maybelline and put a hand on my back. "Baby! What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing." I said, struggling to pull it together. As I focus on trying to get the baby cleaned off. But Maybelline was worried something was wrong too. When she saw my tears. I had to bring the baby to her face and let her lick on her. For her to see that the baby was fine.
Not only was this one acting like Otis, but she was the spitting image of him. Her fleece was the same color as his besides the marking along the eyes… that looked like it was wearing makeup like her mother… she had a perfect smoky eye. But this alpaca had additional markings on her face to make it look like she was wearing a thin mask, or glasses somehow… I announced, after a glance. "It's a girl!"
Logan told Maybelline, "Did you hear that, queen? You had a baby girl… Wow, she is the biggest baby I've ever seen born."
He didn't throw up, he didn't even look shaken. Her head was pretty clean by the time I got her to her mom's face and where Logan could see her too. He pet her right away, he was so cool and he was majorly helping Maybelline relax… And I'm gonna be honest if I hadn't been helping that first little baby get cleaned up and listening to everything the doc was telling me to do… I would have found it very difficult not to tell Logan how freaking HOT he was, in that moment.
SERIOUSLY! He's at another level right now, on hotness, sincerity, and cool under pressure. Even though I can tell he's all excited about the babies. He didn't leave Maybelline, not even for a second. Some people had even taken his lead and were petting her and talking to her now.
I noticed a few of the other girls, our female vet included, thinking the same thing I was. "This guy's a keeper, for sure." Cause he is!
The second baby popped right out a lot easier and facing the right way. Another female! So two girl crias! Second born was colored and marked more like her mother more brown with white markings (so the opposite of her sister really)… but she had a few marks above her left-eye that were shaped like flowers. Both were beautiful! And while I was holding cria number one… number two was trying to stand and get to mama's face. Right away, and once the little one I was still holding was all cleaned up and noticing her sister's progress. Even though she'd already been to visit her mother's face. She was trying to stand up too. And beat her sister to their mama, already they're competing and neither of them are even an hour old.
When clean baby number one reached Maybelline first to nuzzle her. The second cria wasn't satisfied with getting her mama's split attentions so she blazed awkwardly past her sis, and all the other hands reaching out to her and b-lined right to Logan. Just like her mother had that first time, and I ended up helping him clean her up, because she was determined to get in his lap. And he was only encouraging this. Not thinking about the fact that she's still a mess. He's just baby-talking her and telling her how pretty she was.
Maybelline poor thing went right to sleep, exhausted. After kissing both her babies, she was out like a light. And it scared me for a second, because Otis' mother had even made it completely through his birth. And when she zonked like this, she'd never woke up… even though the doc and everyone kept assuring me. "All was well,' I had to really soldier to pull myself together. I hugged Maybelline around her neck and told her she did good. Logan was putting an arm around me (he was still holding onto the cria who'd sat on him). He kept assuring me, "She'll make it, she'll be alright. It's okay."
I nodded at him but I still couldn't pull it off till my uncle came and hugged me along with Maybelline. He said, "This ain't gonna be like that was Q. These girls won't have to fight to fit in like their daddy had to. And they're gonna get to grow up with both parents… You'll see. This is gonna be altogether different. Okay?"
I sniffled and nodded, Before he pecked both me and Maybelline on our heads. Then let Marion have her turn.
When Otis trotted in right after that all excited about the babies. He was dancing all around his babies, Logan and me. When he was all danced out he kissed both babies, Logan, and me then crashed. He flopped down beside Maybelline and went to sleep listening to her heartbeat. While Logan and me sat with our grand crias. Trying to get them to nurse… I was holding one and Logan was still holding the second twin she hadn't left him yet. She plopped down in his lap and didn't want to go anywhere else.
He asked me, "Have you thought up any names yet?"
"No, not really… but I didn't even think up 'Otis,' not really… he just looked like an Otis to me. And he insisted on sitting with me the same way she's insisting on sitting with you right now."
I let him know.
He chuckled, "Well, what about these two? Either one of them look like any names?"
"Why don't you try to name yours, and I'll pick a name for this little one?" I asked. While he tried to play it cool… unsuccessfully.
"Really? I mean, sure… I think I can come up with a good one… for a girl." He said looking his new friend over before he asked, "How about, Daphne?"
"Daphne?" I'd asked, wondering where that had come from.
He said, "Don't you think she looks like a Daphne?"
As she faced me, and stuck out her tongue at me, I had to grin… that really was the perfect name for her somehow. Looking at her face, she really did look like a 'Daphne.' And looking back at the cria's face I was holding, her markings really did look like brown-framed glasses even when her eyes were closed somehow. I had to share with him, "I'm starting to think 'Velma' for her sister. Because of her markings even more than the name you picked."
"Her markings?" He asked, before I was turning us so he could see her face better. Which wasn't easy either, my little princess was trying to go to sleep on me now. But when he could see her face, he was almost falling over laughing, saying. "Yeah! Wow! That's too perfect to pass up. Daphne and Velma… Do you guys still have that Llama named Shaggy?"
"Yep, he was your first buddy on the farm last time wasn't he?" I remembered.
"Yeah, and he really is a llama too, I didn't mess that one up." He said proud of himself. He can get those animals crossed from time to time.
"Yes, Shaggy is a llama and he's still around. So is Freddie (an alpaca, marked like he's wearing an ascot around his neck), and Scooby (a brown horse, but they kept their original names, and we didn't rename them). We've got the full set from Mysteries Inc." I realized. Even if these babies were the best, they did need their rest.
So after both crias had nursed, and were falling asleep with their parents. I did tell Logan, "We better let them all rest."
And he'd followed my lead, easing out from under the girls and getting them to sleep on each other.
I reminded him about the baby giraffes, and he was like, "Yeah! Let's head that way."
Not only did he get to see those babies and help feed the two older full-grown males, with me. The two older boy giraffes are very friendly and more used to people taking care of them. Mama Gloria is still a little guarded with people coming around her. She's still recovering from having babies at an older age, feeling sick too, but of course, Marion came around and Gloria totally trusts her. So he even got to see her and her babies up close. Following Marion's lead the whole way.
He came back from that still flipping out, that he'd gotten to play with baby giraffes. He's all excited about the next few trips we gotta take to the Zoo this week too. It'll be prepping for the wedding happening there. But also meeting all of the other animals Marion deals with. Hippos, rhinos, and elephants… basically if it came from Africa. Marion's in her element, but she can care for just about any animal like my uncle. They're both born with an innate gift at caring for anything… and I really mean ANY thing.
The impact hit Logan full force, as he said, "What would have happened to them if it weren't for your uncle's rescue efforts with Marion?"
"I'm afraid to even know." I had been schooled on that darker side of older animals like this ALL my life through my uncle's work. And it wasn't pretty or fair, I gave him the brighter side of it all saying. "I'm just so proud of them and thrilled these animals are going to people who not only KNOW how to care for them. But truly care for them too, ya know? Love them, no matter what their age is. Even went to the trouble to build special places for all of these guys."
He took my hand and said, "You would have done the same."
"I would have wanted to, but I wouldn't have known where to begin. How to accomplish what they have." I admitted. "It's amazing that my uncle was able to expand and work with his supporters to make this all happen. And where their slowly taking all of the animals one or a few at a time. After the wedding."
"God, and they're planning a wedding too, which is hard enough all by itself." Logan seemed to know a little more about that spectrum than I did. When he wasn't getting shown this animal or that one. He did look over my plans for the wedding and helped WAY more than I could have ever guessed he would. But it turns out that ALWAYS helping his dad with whatever he needed him to do anytime and anywhere had given him mad skills at getting results quickly and effectively too.
As we put our heads together, I couldn't believe how much better I felt. About everything really coming together like we needed it to for this wedding happening this weekend. And he even gave me plans B through Z, just in case none of these things happened the way they should. So we had options! When he helped me explain all this to my Uncles and Aunts. The one's getting married as well as the ones who got married last year. They were all as relieved as I was.
But somewhere along the way… All the staying up the whole night worrying about Maybelline. Her crias… Missing their birth or thinking about ANY complications occuring at all.
Not sleeping most of that time, caught up to me, and I must have just fallen asleep somewhere in the barn. That was the last place I remembered being, before I was waking up in my uncle's spare room. Thinking it had all been a really bizarre dream. The giraffes, Logan and the births, ALL of it.
When I woke up, my first thought was gotta go check on everything!
But when I'd tried to get up, something wrapped around my waist wouldn't let me. Something was holding me here again, so well. That at first, I thought my uncle had tied me down again. Not wanting me to overdue or jump up and run back outside so soon. But then I realized, my restraints weren't ropes or bungee cords left slacking this time… Nope, they were fleshy arms, strong ones too.
Pushing against them slightly, I couldn't get free, but I could turn myself around. To face my captor and as soon as I saw Logan's sleeping face, I realized I hadn't dreamed it all. He really is here, the cria's were really born today. I'm a grandma to two baby girl crias, Otis is a Dad, Maybelline's the mother, and this is their grandfather holding on to me. No one had earned that title more than him today… and it had all been one hundred percent real. Not a dream.
I knew he'd probably gotten about as much sleep as I had. To travel all of the distance he did, with my uncle. So early this morning, but I couldn't help myself. I started teasing him and peppering him with kisses and he started to smile and chuckle with his eyes still closed. Before he said, "I know… I'm pretty… irresistible, but… but you're not the only o- one who basically didn't sleep la-last night. Quinn, that tickles-"
But when I stopped, and looked him in his half-cracked-open eyes and said, "Hi."
He barely said, "Hey," back. Before we were pulling each other into a deeper kiss. That stretched out for a while.
Before I told him, "Sorry-"
"Are you, though? Really?" He'd asked grinning.
"Maybe." I shrugged one shoulder. "I really thought that was all a dream for a whole minute."
"I probably would have too, ya know?" He sighed. "But it was pretty undeniable when my girlfriend was just eating me up. Not that I'm complaining."
"'Bout to say?" I'd teased right back. "You know I could go and let you-"
"No-no-NO! No-no." He'd said as I'd even pretended to extract myself from the tangling of limbs we had going on under the covers. "I'm just playing, don't go."
I did ask for real, "Are you sure?"
But he was so quick to assure me, "YES, I'm sure, please."
"Okay," I said as he yanked me back in and under with him. Even more snugly against him than I'd already been. Then I asked, "How did we end up here? Did some of the farm hands form a group and carry me up here like last time? When I fell asleep in the barn? Or was I conscious and just don't remember the trip?"
He'd said, "Not important-" and tried to move on quickly from this subject.
I read right through that, and said, "Logan, how did I get here?"
"Well, you didn't fall asleep in the barn… this time. It was at the kitchen table, after lunch, and showing all of the work we'd done on backup plans. In case any of their original wedding plans fell through. I went with some of the guys and helped unload and unpack in the guestroom of your house. The one next to yours, upstairs. That's okay right?"
"I told you it was at lunchtime." I reminded him.
"Well yeah, but while I was helping unload my stuff. Marion said you just zonked right at the table. When I came back, you were out like a light still sitting there. So I just took you up here and tucked you in. Your Uncle followed me, making sure I didn't drop you even though I told him about all the lift classes we had to teach together before Prom. That I'm way used to picking you up by now." He'd probably mentioned carrying me out of the fire too. Because Vince had said, he wouldn't let anyone else really touch me till he got me outta there.
I shared, "He's only like that cause Irvine dropped me once, when I was already crying over something else that had happened to me. When I was small, he's been a wreck about it every time since, he's always so careful now."
Logan nodded, "That explains it, but when you were settled here. He told me I was allowed to get some shut-eye too. I must have looked like I was gonna pass out too. He even told me I was allowed to rest here or in another room. So you know he must have been sure all that was gonna happen here was sleep."
I kissed him teasingly and said, "Really?" More kisses, "That's all."
"Well, in the beginning." He amended before pulling me into deeper kisses. That lasted a little while.
Before he finally finished his thought, "But I just curled up with you and fell right to sleep too." He'd yawned and stretched out like a cat at the end of this statement. "Hope you don't mind."
"Of course, not," I did get to tell him, before I was pulled in a lot closer. He'd snuggled me full length on top of him while he was laying flat on his back and I felt him press a kiss on the top of my head. That was so sweet I found myself admitting. "It's probably the best rest I've gotten in ages."
"Me too," he sounded relieved. "Even your last night at PCA, I couldn't sleep… pretty much since the fire, I've had trouble."
"Not today though?" I asked sounding hopeful enough to make him grin.
He affirmed, "No, not today. You look like you feel so much better, more like yourself."
"I do," I hope I assured him, "And it's getting a little easier every day, even the stairs. Though I'm still a little slow on them. I'll be back to normal in no time. Maybe even by the wedding, since the aisle I have to walk down at the Zoo is partially stairs. At the wedding, and being the maid of honor… all eyes are gonna be on me."
"You're kidding?" He practically snapped.
"Nope." I shared.
"Is someone walking with you at least?" He asked sounding all panicked now.
"Probably… if I need it," I didn't really know, I was just guessing. "We haven't gotten in any rehearsal time for any of that yet. That's gonna be happening over the next few days. But I have been there a few times since I got home and I've practiced walking where I know the aisle will be."
He suggested, "Marion's talking about bringing us with her tomorrow. When she goes back to the Zoo, why don't you show me where you're talking about and we can practice it a little. But not too much, you don't want to push too fast too soon."
"Okay, sure." I ended up agreeing. Then I just had to share, "You were really great out there, today."
"You mean helping out with the animals or the wedding stuff?' He'd asked.
"I mean all of it," I had to gush, for just a second. "When it comes to the wedding plans. I have been stressing so much about all of it. Because I am so out of my apt. You stepped in and helped so much, in such a little time. BUT you were a total ace in that barn today too. It wasn't just me you impressed either."
Then it was his turn to confess. "I wanted to impress you."
"You did and always do." I had to eskimo kiss him. And he'd let out this breath that sounded relieved.
Then he complimented, "You always seem to know, what any animal needs or wants. All the time, like Marion and Irvine. I really wanted to be here when the babies were born and help anyway I could… even if I can't always know like you guys."
"What you did, helping Maybelline, it was just what she needed. And you had people who are around her all the time. Following your lead out there…and we can't forget, you were the first person she ever trusted here… I think you have more natural talent in this than you realize."
"Or I've just learned a lot watching you guys." He amended.
And I shifted this into teasing by asking, "I'm sorry, but is Logan Reese not accepting a compliment?"
"No, I am." He'd grinned kinda smug, as he picked up on my game. "But I'm just waking up and still to happy to be looking at you."
"Why? Do I look funny? Is my hair all kinked and weird or something?" I'd asked playfully.
But he'd insisted, "No, you look beautiful. I think I'm still too glad to be here. With you, FINALLY. These last couple of weeks away from you were just torture."
"They were on this end too." I had to give him as we'd hugged snuggled and nuzzled to our heart's content.
Just before Marion came in and found us both awake. She said, "Oh good you're both awake. Do you feel any better after your little cat naps?"
Logan said, "Yes, thanks for letting us crash."
Marion waved off, "Anytime."
I felt like I needed to say, "Sorry I kinda died on you there Mar-"
"Are you kidding, I had to take a little nap myself, yesterday. We both were up all night monitoring Maybelline after that. Logan, you and Irvine were both driving for hours. We all needed that little break."
"Even so, I didn't mean to-"
"We're only human, Q! I was more glad to see you both sleeping honestly. If you guys hadn't needed that time it would have been more unusual." She'd reasoned kindly. Before she let us know our alpaca family was up again and my uncle could use a couple of extra pairs of hands caring for some of the others too.
And both of us were up and running hand and hand for the stables.
((Marion's Perspective))
Irvine is a wonderful man, kind, wise, and loving. I may be marrying him on Saturday, but that doesn't mean I've lost sight of who he is. I know he doesn't walk on water or anything. He's also opinionated, a soar loser, a soar winner, and quick to threaten or inflict violence. If he thinks anything he loves is being threatened. Be it animal, friend, family member… or football team. (He loves his Seahawks!)
But like most men I've met, his ego can be something else. If it's stirred and anything connected to his precious niece Q. Is gonna do that trick… He'd always struggled to find people who 'get it.' His mission to make this planet a little better for all the living things here. And Q, gets it… she always has.
So he's very protective of her and he never really liked that poor Mark kid. He didn't see the appeal of even having him around for a friend. Last year when he came to visit Quinn for a weekend… Out of his months of summer vacation time, and she kept going to see him for weeks on end… he could only be bothered to come stay with her a mere weekend.
Then all he did was stand around and watch everyone else work. He didn't get in there, roll up his sleeves and help with a SINGLE thing. I should know too, because Irvine has spent the last TWO YEARS complaining about how Mark behaved. Every time he graced our place with his presence… and his girlfriend with a glimpse of effort… poor Q.
Even if he never calls him 'Mark.' He always calls him 'Fig Newtons,' 'Marky-Mark' or 'Bore-a-saurus.' The last one's my fav. Even if I did feel slightly bad for the bump on a log, you know. Till he dumped our 'Q' so cruelly and treated her so badly. No matter how she's traded up their's a wrong and right way of doing things.
To make all of this so much worst on himself. When Mark was here for any length of time. All he did was criticize everything Q did. How she did it, why she did it. And throw little monkey wrenches into her already low self-esteem. Which not only steamed Irvine's clams, but it also steamed MINE (And Quinn's parents, when they were around too… which sadly hasn't been too much lately). We all noticed a pretty consistent pattern of this, even when she was just talking about him. That concerned us all…
She never came right out and said why she'd been so down lately. So we were worried about the reason for her blues. Now we know the break up happened right after another ruined Valentine's day… I mean, really? He couldn't spare the thought of a gift or ANYTHING. After stringing her along for more than two years? Then he dumped her RIGHT after that? If Irvine hadn't been helping Logan get here last night, he probably would have been searching for Mark. (Not to do anything dangerous just tell him off… or punch him)
We didn't even know for sure what was going on till her accident. Even then it was Zoey or Lola who mentioned it to us.
When I asked Q, "why she'd waited so long to tell us?"
She'd explained, "She had still been figuring out if she could even be Mark's friend. After the way he acted… it turns out she could, but not right away. But she knew if Irvine had offered to come down and scare the boy into having some better manners. She would be too tempted to take him up on that idea."
The MOMENT Zoey and Lola had told Irvine, that Quinn wasn't with Mark anymore. That she was finally dating someone new. He'd barely hung up with them, before he turned to me and hoped, it could be the friend of her's he insists on calling 'City.' Because out of all of her gang, that had been the person he'd been the most impressed by. 'City's actual name is Logan… and I tried to instill logic in my soon-to-be husband. I told him that Q's friends hadn't mentioned who this new guy was. It may be someone we haven't met yet. Or someone who wasn't a friend before asking her out. Those things can happen too…
But Irvine's guess had been true, he'd been so happy and more than a little smug. Claiming, "I knew it, I just knew there was a spark between 'em! We saw some of it last summer, when he was here hanging out on the farm. Q said he was lonely or something, but I KNEW there was more to it!"
I may shake my head at my fiancee, and I may have to remind him. He isn't always right, that he'd gotten very lucky being right about this… But even I have to admit, as much as Logan impressed us on that first visit… when he was just a friend. Boyfriend 'City,' is a whole new deal. And Irvine is finding whole new reasons to be even more smug. That I can't even dispute anymore as much as I would like.
Logan had already been a great friend to Q, the kind of person to jump in and help out more. He also didn't treat her like she was crazy or dumb. He didn't always think everything she did was so pointless either. He always acted like 'Quinn was just being Quinn.' Like it was a good thing (at least here on the farm he had, I know things were a little different at school. I've heard those stories too). If you asked him about it, he always said. "He'd seen her be right too many times to question her so much anymore."
But today! His attention to his now girlfriend wasn't just NEXT Level it BOSS Level! He'd called Quinn a few times each day when they'd been apart. Texted and e-mailed all in between. She got to where whenever she read them, she'd have to go off and do it in her spare time. Cause he was making her blush too much. If she ever read anything where anyone could see her.
He plotted this whole surprise appearence and stay with us. Because he couldn't stand the distance between them. He planned to be here the first moment possible. Not just that, but he's planning to surprise Q with a shower for her new crias on Tuesday too. He conspired with all of her friends and he brought us some new equipment for the farm too… how cute is that?
Even all of the animals he helped with today. He'd helped, listened, and all of the animals noticed his good soul as much as we did. ALWAYS a MAJOR plus for ANYONE we deal with.
Irvine goes on and on about the two times he'd watched them dance together last summer. Once in the coral when Quinn was hoping to socialize Otis. And another time at the benefit for the rainforest we attended. Irvine said he KNEW something was THERE. Then.
But for me personally, my moment was after lunch time. When I saw him scoop up Q, and carry her up the stairs. While Irvine hovered like a worried mother… It was the first time I had to tell my perfect match… that Q may have found hers.
But of course, Irvine said, "What have I been saying since last summer?! They've got it!"
"I know," I did just get out before Dr. Rosett sat with us enjoying her cup of coffee. Chiming in, "Did you see him carry her up the stairs… like they're in one of those coming-of-age young adult romance novels? That was CLUTCH."
"So CLUTCH!" I agreed. That boy is clutch!
And Irvine even said, "I knew it, before all that… but you know what he told me? When I was following them worried about him dropping her?"
Both me and the doctor asked, "What?" at the same time and laughed at ourselves. As other Quinn's Uncle Danny (her mom's side) and his wife Azalea joined us too. And Azalea was gushing JUST as much as we were. While Danny was just laughing at us all.
Irvine flashed us a memory stick for a USB, and said. "He said he's used to lifting her since all of the dancing they had to do together. When some coaches got hurt and they ended up teaching a bunch of dances before the Prom. He said a bunch of their dances are on here… Do y'all wanna peek at them as much as I do?"
I was running for my laptop and Danny was figuring out how to make it show up on our kitchen nook's flatscreen. While Azalea was reminding everyone, "Now remember what the kids said. They weren't public with any of these dances. Except for some of them after they confessed at Prom and that end of the year play they were in together. SO most likely, all of the dances he's letting us see are happening when they were still a secret."
After watching what they could do. I canceled our last dance classes with the so-called pros. I asked the kids at dinner to help us fine-tune our dances for our first dance together. Right after we get married. Both of us are worried about looking dumb for that important turn about the dancefloor..
And both Q and Logan were thrilled to death to help. But Quinn, bless her heart couldn't dance but so much with all of her injuries still healing. So she helped by getting me to stand and pose just right. And I felt like I learned so much better from them than ANY other person who'd tried to help us. They were adamant about it being more fun too. Something the so-called pros had NEVER said before.
Quinn and Logan both kept talking about bringing their pro-dancing friends too. If we needed real professionals too… but I still feel like we were looking at two pros, just looking at them.
It ended up being a full-blown dance party. As staff, family, and EVERY one joined us out in the outdoor coral… it wasn't raining and all the animals were inside. And once everyone had the hang of it. Logan picked up Quinn and danced holding her. So she didn't hurt or miss out. But of course, this is Seattle. SO just as soon as everyone was nice and enjoying the outdoors…
Yep! It started raining again… So all us had to run for cover. Since it was late, Quinn and Logan both said goodnight and headed back to her house. And Irvine had been great, he hadn't even mentioned his guns or friends within the police. He'd let them walk off hand and hand. Waving with me, bidding them "Goodnight."
I let him know I was proud. And he'd grinned, that smile that always made me fall all over again. And he said, "It still ain't easy watching her walk off with a boy like that. Even a good one like him… She's the closest thing I'll have to a daughter… and I can't help but worry, like she is my daughter… ya know?"
"I know," I had to agree. I felt the same way about her. Even if I hadn't been around nearly as long as Irvine's gotten to be. I reminded him though, "But Q's not stupid, neither is Logan, and she's growing up. And part of that is trusting her too."
He agreed, "You're right… but it's also a comfort seeing how tired they both were and knowing neither of them slept a wink last night too."
I slapped at him playfully and he said, "What? It's comforting!"
"You're terrible!" I told him.
And he reminded me, "But you still love me… I can't be too bad."
And he's right, but I still flirted. "Maybe you should remind me how good you can be then? Remind me why I'm going to all this trouble to marry you when you can be such a handful?"
He crushed me close and asked. "You need reminding?"
"I could use a little, yes." I teased him before whispering in his ear. "Since the kids aren't staying in the house with us tonight and neither are Danny and Azalea."
Before he pulled me into a kiss he admitted, "I do love how you think."
All I'll say about the rest of our evening, was any doubt creeping up on me is gone. And I'm only a little more glad that this weekend will be it. The end of a long-fought battle, so we can finally just go on completing each other. Hopefully for the rest of our lives.
(Quinn's Perspective)
It wasn't raining hard yet, so I was hoping we wouldn't get too soaked running back to my house. I'd made that spree so many times before. In much worse conditions, it could have been much worse. But this was the first time I'd rushed like this with Logan holding my hand… that was very new.
I just felt so terrible that I couldn't move faster than I was. Logan could have bolted and probably stayed much dryer. If he hadn't been so worried about keeping with me. But I definitely slowed him down and noticed it.
But when we made it there, up the steps and through the door. We both leaned on it laughing, at each other. And I teased him, "Now I'm not the one sporting the see-through wet shirt."
He laughed, smoothly stating. "You caught me, I made it rain and everything. Totally trying to see if this got you as excited as it got me earlier… how's that working for you?"
I thought about it for a second, "It's working a little bit… admittedly… but I will say it would have had a little more impact if I hadn't seen so much of it before we were together." I said before stealing a quick kiss.
"Like you weren't looking anyway." He had to call me out.
"I never said I wasn't," I'd confessed, no need in holding it back anymore. "I'm just reasoning that part of what made you crazy earlier was the fact that you've never seen me in a bra quite like that before. Not that I know of, anyways."
"Only three other times when you didn't know your clothes were too wet like that." He teased walking away from the door. With a laugh, at my face probably. "Yeah, in all the years we've known each other I guess that's pretty rare."
"Three other times? When? Where? Were we even together yet? Logan, quit laughing!" I freaked as he put his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss that ALMOST made me forget my point. But when we pulled apart again, I demanded. "You gotta give me more than that."
He said, "Okay!" going for another kiss.
"No, not that!" I tried to escape… but why did I want to?
"Really?" He asked all pouty, "You don't need more? Because after all of this time apart… I know I do."
I was fighting him the whole time, playfully. But when he caught me again… Gosh, I didn't remember why I'd even been doing that.
I somehow remembered just in time to break the kiss and say. "In a minute! First! I need more info on these supposed two or three alternative times you saw me in my bra. Like you did today and bathing suits don't count."
"Of course, they don't count!" He agreed, but then he made it all so much worse saying. "The number would have been way higher than three if they did." I covered my face as he just watched me grow redder and redder behind them. Still talking, still making it worse. "The number of times seeing you in a bathing suit and it turned me on is a totally different list altogether. For another time, but I have seen through your clothes three other times and kept it to myself. One time I could even see the lining down lower too."
My voice came out way louder than I meant it to (cause I was still mid-freak) and my arms and legs were both crossed. "Were we even together when this happened?"
He tugged my arms lose and made me uncross my legs too. I always forget how much he watches body language. After all of the actor's training he has, he never wants me so twisted outta shape. "For one of them, we were…" He explained very calmly. "But the other two, no. Not yet." He was having way too much fun with this. When were ANY of these times? And why didn't I realize it had happened? As the gears and cogs in my head were working overtime. He kissed the top of my head and said, "Don't worry about this right now, I was just teasing. Go get cleaned up, and ready for bed, I'll tell you all about it."
"I can't even remember when these things could have happened!" I had to practically shout. Before he kissed me again and cleared my brain fog for a split second.
He told me, "Focus! We'll get cleaned up first, then we'll talk about it. Do you want to avoid more stairs and use the bathroom down here? Or do you want to head upstairs, because that's were your closet and all of your stuff is, in your room? My stuffs in the spare room down here."
I snapped back to the here and now, and said… "Right, I'll head upstairs and you use this one. You probably should take a shower to make sure you don't catch cold."
"Want me to carry you up the stairs? Make it a little easier?" He asked hopefully.
I said, "No, I know you already did that twice today. I'll be fine."
"I don't mind, really." He insisted, before I was hanging on for dear life and he was carrying me again. But this time was unlike those other times because. Because I was still a blushing, freaked-out mess, and he seemed to be in some other state of struggle himself. We were staring into each other's eyes the whole trip and there was heat building between us. With every breath and step we took.
When we reached the top and he'd let me slide down, back on my feet, so gently. I should have just let go of his shoulders and I should have just said, 'thank you.' But instead of doing all of these things I should have. I'd clung to him, hugging him hard, and while I'd still been high enough to get a better angle on it. I'd kissed him and we'd kinda ended up making out against the wall. At the top of the stairs.
I don't know if it was because the air conditioners were running too high. Or if the rain had just left me feeling that cold and wet. But in that kiss, everywhere that my body was touching his. Felt like it was on absolute fire, and when we stopped and he looked at me he said. "Well, maybe I'll tell about one of those times. Before you go… the one where we were together. It's not that hard to figure out."
Then he explained, "It was our make up date after our first one got crashed by all of our friends at Vaccaro's. Our first trip to the beach that's now 'our beach,' but right at the end it got rained out."
Oh! That's right! It had! We'd gotten even more drenched that night. A lot worse then we did tonight. We'd worked together with everyone to surprise Zoey and James with dinner on a volleyball court. And Logan had whisked me off secretly that same night for a makeup date all our own. He took me to a very special spot now, that's now 'our beach.' because it had been where we spent that first real date and our Prom night together. None of our friends have ever been there, it's just ours… really too, cause it's owned by his Dad. Just like the piece of beach we found accidentally on that class trip gone wrong (season 1 epi 13 Little Beach Party). That date had been mostly perfect too… you know till it ended kind of abruptly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"I didn't notice till we were both walking through campus trying to pretend we hadn't been together. We hadn't just gotten back from our first date… Or made out the whole way back to campus… it wasn't easy."
"Oh… yeah." I remembered that part vividly. "Kinda what happened here when you put me down."
"Yeah, but I was a little wilder in the back seat of that car with you. Because I knew when we got back to PCA. I was gonna have to let go… please tell me I can be a little more relaxed about tonight. Because I won't have to let go."
GOD! It's really not fair when gives me puppy dog eyes, like that. I found myself saying. "No, we don't have to stay so separated tonight. But as much as I would love to spend all night catching up better-"
"We can do that more tomorrow, and all week long. I know we're both gonna sleep… I'm just asking can I please sleep next to you. Cause I don't wanna be anywhere else."
"Me either," I admitted. Before I kissed him and told him, "Go get changed and warmed up. I'll meet you downstairs in a few."
"Okay…" But he only got down the first step before he turned back and reached for me saying. "One more for the road."
And I laughingly kissed him one more time. Then he went on back down the stairs and I went in my room to grab the essentials. I ended up grabbing a quick shower just to regulate my body temp as well. Then changed into dry clothes, and dried my hair. Because rain had soaked that pretty well too. When I came out, he was already waiting for me in my room. He was sitting at my computer arguing with some one over video chat.
It turned out to be both of our roommates calling for their nightly chat. We girls do this everynight for a while whenever summer first starts. Because we're so used to being able to sound off to one another right before sleep. And when we're separated, the first week of summer we call each other night usually till we all adjust. Then it's just a couple of times a week after that.
Zoey had just gotten to Baltimore today with Chase. Michael and Lisa were roadtripping their journey home and were only a margin of the way home yet. And already lisa wasn't talking to Michael about something he'd said or done (She promised to talk more about it when it was just us girls)Lola had just reached her grandma's house in Nevada (one lives in Nevada the other lives in Mexico) with Vince… The girls had called not expecting Logan. So now all the boys had jumped on too and were talking to each other too… So of course by the time I'm walking in, they've already been caught up on just how Logan is here. And Logan caught me up on what I'd missed as he pulled me into his lap again.
He explained, "Zoey's spending a few days with Chase and his fam. And she doesn't think they like her very much. Lola's been home six hours and her mom's already driving her crazy. So crazy she wants to come here. I told her tough it out. And Lisa's not talking to Michael, and their only on day one of their road trip." Then he turned to the others and asked. "Did I miss anything?"
James spoke up adding, "We're here too, you know? Lydia and I. Hi Quinn!"
I waved at him and everyone, "Hi!"
"Lydia said all you girls planned on call each other every night this first week of break. I think that's neat." James complimented.
I got to tell everyone how the crias were born, and Logan got to tell how he surprised me.
The next one to speak up had been Stacey saying, "I'm here too, and I'm not in the PCA parking lot this time. I'm at the Del Figgalo's… but Quinn! Why didn't you warn me about the paintings? That Mark's mother collects? And has hanging all in one place?"
She asked me and I covered my mouth as I remembered. "Oh no! Sorry Stac! I completely forgot to warn you about her one room of wall-to-wall art."
Everyone, including the guy I was sitting on, questioned, "Why was this such a big deal?"
But then Stacey walked her webcam through the room in question and showed how ALL the eyes in ALL of these paintings follow you. No matter where you are in the room… It's sooooo weird and twisted. I used to avoid it whenever I stayed there. But since it's a hallway… upstairs… You had to deal with it anytime you had to use the restroom. Sometimes I held it till I could get to the downstairs bathroom. It was really that mortifying.
Logan, of course, asked. "See if she'll lend those freaky paintings out to me when we're doing the Halloween thing this year." I smacked at his arm and he laughed, "What? It's a compliment! Could you imagine how freaky that room could be in a walkthrough? Or a haunted house situation? Not to mention these people are gonna owe us when we pull off this nature walk lighting project at their park this summer."
Stacey visibly freaked told him, "You won't need any of us to play spooks if she lends you her collection. God! I don't think I'll ever sleep again after walking through there. EEK! Tell me again how this is better than the PCA parking lot?"
But then Lola took over and spent the rest of the time. Begging to come here or wherever any of the rest of are. She'd been arguing with her mom since she got home and she couldn't bare the whole summer being like that. It took us all to talk her down… but the first time I yawned. Logan was telling everyone. "Guys, Quinn's still recovering and needs to rest. I didn't sleep last night and neither did she. Can we wrap this up?"
Just like that, all of our friends started to sign out and wish each other and us a goodnight. Even if it was tossed out at the last minute the next time the guys would have their talk and the girls would have theirs separately. So we can really dish out the dirt, I bet... even if currently I have no soil to shovel. I'm feeling way better than I have in weeks, and I'm still seated across my guys legs.
Then I turned off my computer and before anything else could be said, I yawned again. And Logan said, "Let's get you to bed, today was a pretty big day."
"It was," I agreed, before poping up from where I'd been sitting and heading over to my bed. Asking him, "Do you have a preference? Which side?" So thankful I'd opted for a full-size upgrade the last time my mattress needed replacing. Even if accommodating a snuggler of boyfriend hadn't been a bulletin on that list of pros and cons.
"Nope, I usually end up in the middle, no matter which side I'm coming from." He warned with a grin. That was doing things to my insides again.
So I focused more intently on an educated decision. "You slept mostly in the single bed in your dorm? Didn't you?"
"Yeah?"
"And my bottom bunk faced this way, which was the opposite of the way you're used to. So the best answer is you should sleep here. On the left and I should be here on right."
"If you say so," He shrugged, just before he said. "The only thing I'm sure of is I want the spot next to wherever you are."
And I had to climb into bed quickly and not show how beet red my face was. While I tried to not pay too much attention to the movements happening behind me as they jostled me around and he climbed in too. My heart was palpitating for a little bit there. And probably would have continued for the night. Whether I slept or not, but Logan was brillant. For what he did next, it was the perfect icebreaker.
He draped over top of me, my blanket he'd been keeping with him. And I rolled to face him, and thank him, I said, "Thanks for keeping it safe, and not thinking it was a totally lame idea. I really struggle with picking the right thing to leave with you."
"Are you kidding? I want one of these for next year and college. Where did you get it?" He asked with real interest.
And I had to confess. "Well... like most of the best things I have... It isn't exactly something I bought... not entirely like this anyways."
He smiled, "How did I just know there was gonna be a complicated to answer?"
I admitted, "That's kinda home for me, even more than this place where we're staying currently."
"That's for sure." He'd laughed, but not in a mean way. It was more of a warm sound as he said, "Alright? How did you make this?"
"Well, I didn't make all of it. This is actually a hybrid, in the respect of I merged my favorite super soft microfiber blanket with even more indulgent alpaca wool. That's how the underside's so soft and fluffy."
"Seriously? I know alpacas get sheared every year like sheep. But you got to keep some, or did it have to go through some kind of process?" He asked as we got comfortable together in the center of my bed. Without any nerves or freakouts. As I talked about how the wool still needed to go through a process before it could be used like I'd wanted. It was another friend of my uncle's who does the shearing and handles the wool processes for our farm. He made a deal with me one year to send me all of Otis' wool specifically that he'd grown in that one year-"
"Was it the year he came to visit you at PCA because he was missing you too?" Logan had asked pressing his forehead against mine and helping me relax even more.
"Yes, when he was sheared that year, our friend kept all of Otis' trimmings and clippings in a separate tote and labeled it for me. So when it was processed, it all came back to me, and I could keep all of it. After it went through his machines, got cleaned, sanitized and utilized so I could work with it. But this was all of wool that had come from Otis that year and I've treasured it ever since."
He had to ask, "Have you ever let anyone else take it like I did?"
"Nope," I answered honestly. "I have wrapped Lola and Zoey in it before. When they were battling chills. But the moment they weren't shaking anymore. It was washing it and it was back with me. No other boy's touched it, not even Mark."
He asked, "If I picked out a blanket like you did? And asked really nicely? Could you make another? For me? Could you?"
He had to use the puppy dog eyes again. "Sure, Shearing season's almost here again. So you picked a really good time to ask actually. I'll see if I can even get them to use the trimmings of our alpaca family for yours."
"That's so cool." He tried to play it cool but he was really excited. I could see.
I thanked him for the hundredth time today, for being here and all he's already done. And he'd kissed me goodnight so sweetly. Before both of us were out for the night. We'd both been so over-tired, it didn't take long at all.
I'd thought several times that if we'd ever get to go to sleep side by side with my boyfriend...like this. That I would probably be a total wreck of nerves. Even though we'd done something similar before. In a tent, I know that's not exactly the same thing. I never usually am awake for the beginning of it, he always finds me and joins in. And even then, it hadn't been in one of our personal bedrooms, in one of our houses, all alone, or even in a bed, exactly. And it may have been a lot worse if I had been wider awake and not so exhausted. But falling asleep snuggled close like that was still the highlight of that night. Even though dancing had been a blast too. Even when I'm still not moving as normally as I would have liked.
Tomorrow would be another adventure and I couldn't wait to see what was in store.
That's All Folks!
Well, for this post anyways. So glad I got this up today, it wasn't easy. But thank you all for reading! Bless you all for your support, please write in if you can. I would love to hear from you! Hope you're having a GREAT week. Take Care and Much Love!
~DarcyBeDippy85