Just as she'd finally gotten over almost being raped, her whole life changed. The emcee guy from the hoedown started stalking her, and she planned on getting a restraining order, but by the time she was absolutely going to do it, it was too late. The emcee, whose name was Peter, waited until she was alone. She was walking to her car late at night to go to her parents' house so she could spend some time with her sister and he forced her into his car, and soon after that, himself on her. After he was done with her, he drove off and she immediately went to her ex-roommate, who was studying pre-law, and told her about it. They went to the police that night and Peter was found and arrested, but the girls weren't told for how long. A restraining order was put on him anyway. She got over the rape pretty quickly, although she had nightmares of him coming back for months after.

Three years later, she's graduated from Lancer University, working as a camp director at a cheer camp during the summer, as a photographer during the rest of the year and a mother for the rest of her life. She loved her life right now. She was actually thankful for the rape, because she wouldn't have her son if it hadn't happened. She was focusing on living life to the fullest. She lived in her own house that was just big enough for her son and herself and sometimes even her boyfriend when he decided to sleep over.

"Mommy!"

Savannah kept her eyes glued to her computer. "What, Baby?"

"I have a cookie?"

She thought for a few seconds and looked at her watch before looking at Tyler. "Nope. Mommy's going to make dinner in about ten minutes and then after dinner you can have a cookie. Go get a wipe and clean off your hands."

"But, I have a cookie?"

"After dinner."

"Otay."

A few minutes later, Savannah finished editing a picture and she shut her computer down before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. She heard the front door open as she opened to refrigerator. "Who's here?" She called out.

"Your favorite sister," Charlotte replied, entering the room with her daughter by her side.

"You're my only sister," she said, taking out a package of hotdogs as she turned to face them. "Hi, Nay Nay." Savannah raised an eyebrow when she didn't get a reply and she looked at Charlotte. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's mad because I wouldn't let her have ice cream before we came over."

"You know, Tyler wanted a cookie but I told him he had to wait until after dinner. I'm warming up some hotdogs right now. Maybe if you eat one, Mommy will let you have some ice cream," she said, looking at Renée.

"Can I, Mommy?" Renée asked, looking up at Charlotte.

"I suppose," Charlotte said. "But not too much, okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you want mayonnaise, ketchup or mustard on it?" Savannah asked.

"No."

"Mommy, where my wipes!" Tyler shouted from another room.

"They're in their usual place, Ty," Savannah called back.

"I no see 'em!"

"I'll help him," Charlotte said, before leaving the room.

"So, Miss Renée, why are you so quiet today? Surely you're not that mad at Mommy over ice cream," Savannah said, putting the hotdogs in a bowl and then in the microwave.

"Mommy has a secret," Renée said, climbing into a chair at the table.

"A secret, huh? Must be a big secret if you haven't blurted it out yet."

"Mommy's having a baby."

"And there it is," she muttered under her breath. "A baby? That's exciting."

"No it's not."

"How come?"

"Cause the baby's gonna get more attention than me."

Savannah stayed silent for a few seconds and she sat down at the table with Renée. "…You know, you were just two years old when Tyler was born."

"So?"

"So… We were all used to having just you around. You were the only baby until I had Tyler. I spent every second I could with you."

"You still do that."

"Exactly."

"What?"

Savannah laughed a little. "That was my point. I still spend as much time with you as I can. Nothing changed when I had Tyler. Nothing will change when Mommy has the new baby. I promise."

"How do you know?"

"Because, if anything was going to change, it would have changed when I had Tyler."

"Really?"

"Really. Are you okay with it now?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Okay," Savannah said, getting up as the microwave went off.

"Mommy, I tween now," Tyler said as Charlotte carried him into the kitchen.

"Good job, Ty Ty. Sit next to Nay Nay; Mommy will get your hotdog ready. Do you want mayonnaise, ketchup or mustard on it?"

"Yucky."

"I'll take that as a no. So, little sister. A little birdie told me that you're having another baby. Why am I the last to know?"

"Why'd you tell her I told you!" Renée said, as her eyes widened.

"I didn't say your name, you just ratted yourself out."

"…Oh… It was the birdie."

Savannah laughed a little and looked at Charlotte. "Again, why am I the last to know?"

"You're not, Mom and Dad are," Charlotte said, putting Tyler in his booster seat before walking to the island.

"Why is that?"

"Because I haven't told them yet."

"Okay, smart ass, why ha–"

"Mommy say bad word!" Tyler said.

"I'm sorry," she said before looking at Charlotte. "Why haven't you told them?"

"Because they were devastated the last time," Charlotte said.

"Yeah, because you got pregnant by some deadbeat that wanted nothing from you but sex."

"What sex?" Tyler asked.

"A grown-up game," Renée said.

"Good one, did you teach her that?" Savannah asked.

"Yes, I did," Charlotte said, taking a hotdog out of the bowl and tearing it into pieces.

"Nice."

"When are you going to have another baby?"

"Not anytime soon. I'm not ready for that yet."

"Savannah, you home?" Marti asked from the foyer.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen."

"Good, I need to steal your car," she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Why? Did Wanda's Buick finally crap out?"

"Yes, thank god," Marti said as she took Savannah's car keys off of the key rack. "I thought it would never die."

"How did you get over here?"

"I have a bike."

"I thought you got rid of it."

"No way," she said, walking over to the table. "Hi, Baby. Hi, cuteness," she said, kissing Tyler and Renée's heads.

"Hi," Renée said.

"Auntie, I go wif you?" Tyler asked.

"No Sweetie, I'm going to work," Marti said.

"But, I miss you."

"I miss you too, but you can't come with me. I'll come over tomorrow and we'll play, okay?"

"No, I go wif you."

"Tyler, Auntie can't take you with her, she's going to work. Stop asking. You're getting ready to eat dinner anyway," Savannah said, putting a plate in front of him.

"I no hundry."

"If you want a cookie, you'll eat your hotdog."

"I want cookie."

"Eat."

"You too, Renée," Charlotte said, setting a plate in front of her.

"I'll bring your car back tonight. I'll only be at the office for an hour or two so I'll have it back before you go to bed," Marti said.

"Alright. Don't crash," Savannah said.

"I won't. Thanks," she said, leaving the room.

"You think she'll make it back in one piece?" Charlotte asked.

Savannah shrugged. "I don't care if she's in a million pieces, my car better be in tip top shape."

Marti pulled up into Savannah's driveway, finally back from the office. She was there longer than she'd planned and it pissed her off that her boss gave her extra paperwork, when he knew she wasn't supposed to go in at all on a Saturday. She let out a small breath, running her hand through her hair as she got out of the car and closed the door before locking it up and setting the alarm. She used the house key on the key ring to get into the house before making her way to the kitchen to hang the keys back up. Making her way down the hall, she peeked into Tyler's room to check on him real quick before advancing to Savannah's room. Opening the door, she didn't brace herself to expect anything, when she saw Savannah on top of Dan, but it was too late to act like she hadn't seen anything, because Savannah noticed her and stopped moving.

"Marti!" She snapped.

"I'm sorry!" Marti said, pulling the door to just a bit so she was blocking her view.

"Don't you know how to knock? Jesus."

"I'm sorry. I was just gonna tell you I brought the car back."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye. Sorry," she said closing the door. She let out a sigh, trying to free her memory from what she'd seen and made her way back to Tyler's room when she heard him coughing. She saw that he was awake so she walked over to his crib to make sure he was alright. "You okay, buddy?"

"Auntie," Tyler whined as he held his arms out to her.

Marti lifted him up from the crib and kissed his cheek as she laid him down in her arms before making her way to the kitchen. "It's okay. I'll make you a bottle, you're alright."

"I no feel dood."

"You'll feel better after you go back to sleep. It's okay," she said. Once she got a bottle made, she handed it to Tyler and made her way back into his room, sitting in the rocking chair.

Savannah walked into the room a few seconds later, tying a robe around her. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah. He doesn't feel good."

"Again? He hasn't felt good all day."

"Maybe you should take him to the doctor."

Savannah felt Tyler's forehead. "He doesn't have a fever."

"Could he be growing?"

"Maybe. It happens every few months. Ty, do you wanna get in the bath?"

"No baf," Tyler said.

"It might help you feel better. Mommy'll get in with you."

"No baf."

"You can play for a little bit. We'll get your boats and your duckies."

"I pay in baf?"

"Yeah."

"I take baf now."

Savannah laughed a little and she took the bottle from him before picking him up from Marti's arms.

"Night night, Baby. Have fun," Marti said, standing up from the chair.

"Auntie go bye bye?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, I gotta get home."

"Have Dan take you home, don't ride your bike," Savannah said.

"My bike is precious to me."

"I don't care. Please? Just tell him I said to take you home. I don't like the thought of anybody going home at night on a bicycle."

"Fine, Mom, jeez."

"Thank you."

Marti walked out of Tyler's room and she went back to Savannah's room, opening the door. She saw Dan laying on the bed, with the sheet draped over him. She stayed silent for a few seconds, before walking a little further into the room. "Man, she must have really done you in good."

"Yeah…" Dan said.

Marti laughed. "She wants you to take me home, she won't let me ride my bike."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Let me get dressed first."

"Okay."

Dan looked at Marti for a few seconds. "…Do you mind?"

Marti rolled her eyes. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she said before leaving the room.