Willow Everly arrived on a rainy afternoon in September. Her wide green eyes sparkled with mischief, much like her daddy and big sisters'. Her soft, tangled, mess of auburn colored hair rivaled the messy bun her mom always wore. She was a tiny peanut of a girl with a personality ten times her size.

"Willow!" The scream came from upstairs followed by the sound of the bathroom door flying open and feet charging down the stairs.

"Mom! Look what she did!" Piper stood in front of me, dressed for school with her hair and face full of white powder. She had one hand on her hip and was using the other to wipe her nose with a washcloth.

"Oh my." I bit back the smile that I knew would only serve to irritate the situation, but it was funny and typical Willow.

"It's not funny. Justin is supposed to ask me to the dance today and now I'm a mess and I'm going to be late for school. I can't miss school today!" Pie whined and flopped into a chair at the dining room table.

At fifteen, Pie was still a bit of a tomboy, she rarely wore anything frilly and stuck mainly to vintage style t-shirts and jeans. But she was quickly becoming more interested in boys and less interested in hanging out with her family all weekend, much to the displeasure of her dad. If Edward had his way, she'd never grow up. Not that I could blame him. Watching Piper grow up over the last 11 years had been such a sweet gift to me.

"Just give me a minute." I smiled at Piper as she dropped her head onto her arm on the table, "Willow, please come downstairs."

Not a minute later Willow came walking around the corner from the family room. She carried our fat, Exotic shorthair cat, Galileo, in her arms, the poor guy was drooping out of her grasp and purring so loudly he could have had a motor running. Her long auburn hair was braided, but already falling out of its rubber band and blue ribbon. She grinned widely at us as she approached and sat the cat in a chair next to Pie.

"Hi, Mommy."

"Hi, Willow." I crouched down next to her and attempted to keep a serious face, "Did you do this to your sissy?" I pointed at a very upset Pie who was eying Willow wearily.

"Yes." Willow's eyes were honest and solemn.

"Why?"

"It's funny." Willow shrugged and looked at Piper, "I'm sorry, Sissy. I love you."

"I swear she is like one of those Sour Patch Kid candies; she's so evil and then she's too sweet." Piper sighed and reached out, pulling Willow into her arms and then grinned an ever so evil grin herself and rubbed her white powdered face all over Willow's neck and chin. Both girls burst into giggles.

"Alright, ladies." I stood back up and pointed toward the stairs, "Pie, you need to shower again and Miss Willow needs to go get cleaned up before the bus comes. Pie, I'll drive you and sign you in late."

"Thanks, Mom!" Pie kissed my cheek and became a blur as she took off up the stairs.

"Willow, my dear sweet prankster, you have to stop pulling these tricks on school mornings." I scooped her up and deposited her onto the counter next to the kitchen sink. I wiped her face with a warm wet rag, "So exactly how did she get the powder all over her face?"

"I putted it in her blow dryer." Willow licked her lips and frowned.

"How did you even know how to do that?" I tossed the rag into the sink and turned my eyes back toward Willow.

"I saw a video on Delilah's iPad. It was funny." The little girl grinned clearly proud of herself.

"Okay, well, no more of that."

"No more of what?" Edward's arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his body pressed tight against mine, his chin rested on my shoulder, "What did you do, Will?"

The little girl in question beamed up at her daddy, "I putted the powder in Sissy's dryer and it went on her face!" At that, the giggles erupted all over again. I could feel Edward's chest rumble with laughter that didn't quite make itself audible.

"Willow, you know better." He stated.

"I know, Daddy. I said I was sorry."

"So, you can drop Delilah and Willow at the bus, but I'm going to have to take Pie later. She's in the shower again. She's worried that today is the day Justin will ask her to the dance and she has to look perfect."

Edward grumbled, clearly not pleased with the Justin situation.

"She has to grow up some time, Edward." I turned to look him in the eye as Willow hopped off the counter and tore off through the house.

"I know. But it doesn't have to be now. I know all about fifteen-year-old boys. I was once a fifteen-year-old boy. Fifteen year old boys are horn dogs."

I laughed when Edward squeezed my butt, "Who are you kidding? I happen to know a thirty nine year old man who's just as grabby as a horny teenager."

"Well, how can I help myself? There's a gorgeous woman in my kitchen wearing one of my old t-shirts and shorty shorts."

He nuzzled his face into my neck and bit down. Chill bumps ran up and down my arms and legs.

"Don't start, you have to take the girls to the bus."

"Mmmmm." He nuzzled further into my neck and shoulder.

"Uhg. You two."

I peered over Edward's shoulder at Delilah. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her well-loved Harry Potter book in one hand, backpack in the other.

"Well, good morning to you too, Delilah." Edward grinned and turned toward our middle child. Delilah was more like me than the other two girls; always with her nose in a book, always barefoot and running through the mud.

"Morning, Dad." She tossed her book onto the table and made her way to the fridge, "Don't mind me, just grabbing some juice before we leave."

Edward smacked my butt once before grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee.

"How's the book, kiddo?" Edward sipped from the mug and slid a bagel into the toaster.

"It's good. I've already read this one a million times."

Delilah was wise beyond her almost ten years. Some would call her an old soul. She was more mature than her sisters and even though she joked around with them, laughed and played, she was always the first to crawl onto the couch to read and put playful games aside.

"Why don't we all go to Seattle this weekend, hit up a book store and see the city? Maybe go to the aquarium." Edward sat next to Delilah with his plate of food.

"Sounds good me. I could use a new book or three." Delilah sipped at her juice and kicked her feet under the table. "And Willow loves the underwater dome at the aquarium. Might have a harder time selling it to Piper though."

Edward eyed our daughter and dropped his bagel on the plate in front of him, "Why would we have a hard time with Pie?"

"Duh, Dad. She's like, totally in love with Justin. This weekend is the bonfire and next weekend is the game and dance." Delilah did a perfect imitation of a very sarcastic Piper.

"Don't worry about it, Hun." I leaned over Edward and kissed his cheek, "It'll work out."

Before he could reply, Piper started yelling for me from upstairs.

"Duty calls." I grinned, kissed Delilah on her cheek and reminded them they had to leave in five minutes for the bus.

A/N
Okay okay.. I brought them back. Pie wasn't ready for her story to be over yet.. she clearly wants you all to see her torture her poor old dad as she grows up.
In this story Pie is 15, Delilah is almost 10 and our dear little Willow is just 5.

I hope that you all enjoy this ride and fall for Pie in all her teenage glory, once again.

Thank you, Shannon.

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