A/N: First, I want to apoligize for the long author's note. Next, I want to apoligize for this being so short. After the second chapter, they should be longer. Anyway, this will be an ABC's of Chelsea and Vaughn's relationship, based off of various country songs. Legal note: I do not own Harvest Moon and it's characters, and for this chapter I do not own the song All-American Girl by Carrie underwood. Now, enjoy!

A is for All-American Girl

In the middle of the night a cry can be heard echoing from within a small house. This house is actually only a small apartment in the middle of the bustling city.

Lights within the apartment flood on when the sound of the cry reaches the ears of a married couple living there. Quickly the couple rushes over to a room where their three year old daughter sleeps.

The little girl sits upright in her bed, tears flowing freely down her face. Her bedroom is painted a light blue to look like the sky. All over her room are toy horses, cows, sheep and chickens. In her toy box are all toy farming tools. The girl obviously loves the country; it's too bad she lived in the city.

"Chelsea dear what's wrong?" The woman asks. She has honey blond hair that was in a tangled mess from her sleep. Her eyes are a deep kind blue that match her daughter's and she has a nice calming aura to her that helps settle the child down.

"I had a bad dream." The little girl, Chelsea, sniffles as the tears begin to stop. "I'm sad."

"Don't be sad honey. All bad dreams go away." The man tells her as he sits down on the bed and puts an arm around his little girl. His eyes are a lively grass green, but his hair is the same shivery brown/red of his daughter's. He has a calming aura around him too; it's obvious that the little girl's parents are meant for each other.

"Mommy, can you and Daddy tell me the story?"

Both parents smile; they know what their daughter's favourite story is. It's one that they enjoy too. The mother sits down next to the father and puts her arm around their daughter as well.

The mother starts. "Since the day they got married, he'd been praying for a little baby boy."

Chelsea interrupts with a joyous smile. "Grandma and Grandpa!"

Her mom laughs. It's a very lively laugh; one that makes you want to get up and dance. "Yes, my parents."

Then she continues, smiling. "Someone he could take fishing, throw the football and be his pride and joy. He could already see them holding that trophy, taking his team to state. But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket, all those big dreams changed."

Chelsea glances at the picture of her grandparents on her bedside table as her mother continues. "Now he's wrapped around her finger, she's the center of his whole world. And his heart belongs to that sweet, little, beautiful, wonderful, perfect, all-American girl."

Her dad interrupts to tell part of the story. "Sixteen short years later, she was falling for the senior football star." He smiles at the memory of it.

Chelsea's mother laughs and gives her husband a small kiss. "Before you knew it he was dropping passes, skipping practice just to spend more time with her."

He laughs gently. "The coach said. 'Hey son what's your problem? Tell me have you lost your mind?' Daddy said. 'You'll lose your free ride to college, boy you better tell her goodbye.'"

"But ya couldn't, could ya daddy?" Chelsea says with a wide grin.

Her mother laughs again. "If you know this story so well, why don't you tell it?"

Chelsea shakes her head fiercely and her dad continues. "But now he's wrapped around her finger. She's the center of his whole world. And his heart belongs to that sweet, little, beautiful, wonder, perfect all-American."

He gives his wife a kiss. "And when they got married and decided to have one of their own; she said 'Be honest, tell me what you want.'"

Her mom chuckles. "And he said. 'Honey you oughta know. A sweet little beautiful; one just like you. A beautiful wonderful perfect all-American.'"

"Me!" Chelsea squeals as her father tickles her along with reciting the last part of the story. The story was pretty much a family history for them, but Chelsea loved it regardless.

"Now he's wrapped around her finger, she's the center of his whole world. And his heart belongs to that sweet, little, beautiful, perfect all-American girl."

Chelsea claps her hands now that the story was finished. "Do it again!"

"Again?" Her mother feigns being shocked. "But you have to go to sleep!"

"Do it again!" The three year old repeats, even as she yawns.

"In the morning honey." Her dad kisses her on the forehead. "You have to rest. We have a big day tomorrow."

Chelsea yawns and leans her head on the pillow as her eyes close. "Goodnight mommy and daddy." She whispers as she grabs at the blankets around her.

"Goodnight Chelsea." Both adults whisper to their child in sync as they leave the room. They smile to each other out in the hall in delight of their sweet, little, beautiful, wonderful, perfect all-American girl.