Author's note: So this is the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it, and thank you for reading the previous ones!

Oh, this chapter's told from Jade's POV, just so you guys won't be confused at first;)

{~~~~JADE~~~~}

Charlie.

I can't stand the kid. I just watched her eat her second bowl of my cereal with a serious scowl on my face. The first bowl was fine; I didn't say anything about it. But the second one I just don't get. It's not like she ate them back to back. No, she waited three hours after the first bowl to get the second one. Which means she waited until after I spent three freakin' hours helping her fix her hair, make up, and costume to eat more food.

If she'd spilled on herself she would've had to walk around school all day with a sticky top 'cause there sure as hell isn't enough time for her to go change into something else.

"Vega! Let's go!" I yell as I grab Aiden and head for the door. I tell Charlie to grab Ayla. She's good enough with kids. I'll give her that. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered asking her for help.

"I'm coming!" My oldest screams back at me. Seconds later, she's running down the stairs and I'm a little at a loss for words when I see her. She's wearing a flowing white skirt that doesn't cover enough of her legs with a top, (made out of the same material mind you), that doesn't cover enough of her well, top. I knew she'd be wearing it. I helped pick it out and fix it up, but now that I see it on her…

When the hell did she get boobs?

Charlie, on the other hand, knows exactly what to say. She wolf whistles and cat calls until Vega's face is beet red.

"Shut up Charlie!" Vega hisses. She looks like she's about to hit her, but I guess she thinks better of it when she notices Charlie's got a sleeping Ayla perched on her hip.

She tries to walk outside, but I stop her. "Go put on a cami and tights or something."

Vega rolls her eyes at me. "This is what Naomi was wearing. Me and Charlie can't be Michael Jackson and Naomi Campbell if I'm not dressed like Naomi!"

"Why couldn't you be Michael then? You have the dark hair."

"Oh, but I have the bigger thing." Charlie cuts in. "So I'm like the dude." Charlie winks at Vega and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Vega blushes even more before rushing past the both of us and towards the SUV.

My God, I'm gonna kill that kid. I swear if she knocks up my baby 'cause she's "the dude"…

I keep all the ways I'm gonna murder Charlie if she impregnates my child to myself as I make sure the twins are securely buckled into their seats. I only speak when I see both Charlie and Vega trying to sit in the back seat.

I don't think so.
"Charlie, sit up front." I order.

"What? Why?"

"Cause I said so. Let's go."

She mumbles something under her breath, but otherwise complies.

I take a peek at Vega, just to see how much she's undoubtedly pouting about me taking her girlfriend away; but she's not pouting at all. She laughs at either me or Charlie before shaking her head and putting her ear buds in.

That was easy. I was sure there'd be more protesting.

As soon as I pull off, Charlie immediately starts talking, making me regret putting her up front with me. I ignore her the whole time. Well, almost the whole time. After a while she decides to start asking questions rather than just talk.

"Can Vega spend this weekend at my house?" Is the first one.

"No." is my automatic response. No need to think that through.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"But I got to spend the night at her place."

"So?" I counter. I don't tell her that it's never gonna happen again.

"So what's the difference between me sleeping at her place and her sleeping at my place?"

"I won't be able to watch you two at your place."

"I have parents!" She exclaims.

On and on it went until we get to the school. I've never been so damn happy to see Hollywood Arts in my life.

"Get out." I say.

Charlie rolls her eyes, maybe not playfully because I still haven't changed my mind about Vega sleeping over; but that's fine by me.

"Bye kiddos." Charlie waves at the twins. They don' wave back; just stare sourly back at her. They're not really into the whole waking up early in the morning thing.

Vega rushes up and pokes her head between our seats, ready to kiss me goodbye.

"Me first." Charlie says before diving in and planting one on Vega's lips.

Vega gasps and her eyes get about as big and round as softballs. I have a feeling that was their first kiss

"Get out of my car." I scowl her as I lean over and open her door for her, just in case she needs the not so subtle clue. I can't even begin to explain how much self-control it takes to keep from wrapping my fingers around her thin neck and squeezing the life out of her.

Charlie sticks her tongue out at me and gets out, but she doesn't go anywhere. Obviously she's waiting for Vega.

"I can't stand that kid." I mutter.

"I thought you said you liked her." Vega questions.

I nearly smile at her. She looks so much like her mom when she's confused. But I'm not really in much of a smiling mood.

"That was before I knew she could get my baby pregnant." I answer honestly.

"Oh."

Crap. That was her quiet, "my-feelings-are-hurt oh."

"What?" I ask her. "What'd I say?"

"It's nothing." She says, reaching for the handle so she can get out…without kissing me goodbye. I must've really hurt her feelings.

"Seriously Vega. Talk to me." I sigh.

"It's just…Do you think Charlie's mom will hate me too?"

"Hate you?" I scoff. "Why would she hate you?"

"You know, because I can…Um, I can do it too. I can get Charlie, you know."

Point taken. Well played Vega. Though I have no idea if she was scheming or not. She's half me and half Tori. She could've been scheming, or she could've genuinely been concerned the mother of her girlfriend wouldn't like her because she's got an anomaly in her pants. Either way, she's right. She can get Charlie pregnant just as Charlie can get her pregnant. Ergo I can't dislike the pixie blonde because of that.

I'll just find a different reason.

"Fine." I relent. "I don't hate her. You happy now?"

Vega smiles, genuinely filled with relief. "I love you Momma." She tells me before kissing my cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. Go to school. Get educated. And don't blink." I instruct.

"Don't blink?"

"When you're getting your picture taken."

"Don't jinx me!" She yells. God that was such a Tori wail.

Charlie knocks on the passenger window before pressing her face against it. Evidently we're taking too long with our goodbyes.

"God I can't"- Vega looks back at me. "…think of anyone better for my child than that darn Charlie." I finish through clenched teeth.

Vega laughs, knowing that that was not what I wanted to say.

"Bye Aiden. Bye Ayla." She calls.

Both of them ignore her. They always do. Yet she always bids them farewell anyway. That's definitely the Tori in her.

As soon as Vega's out of the car, Charlie starts moonwalking and dancing around her. Vega starts laughing so hard she can barely walk.

Charlie sidles in a bit closer to help her and the look Vega gives her when she touches her, my baby girl is totally smitten with Charlie.

Damn.

I fish my phone out of my purse and text my wife.

Me: Babe, we have a problem.

{~~~O~~~}

I can't believe it. I have to deal with Charlie for another night! My wife wants me to have a talk with the girls. As in the talk.

When I let her know what was going on between Charlie and Vega she insisted that we meet Charlie's parents. Personally, I think it's a bit soon for that. Like maybe we should hold off until the girls are engaged, if they ever get engaged; but Tori thinks they're serious enough about each other now so…

I got Vega to get me Charlie's Mom's phone number and had a quick chat with her. And I mean a quick chat with her. The lady told me that neither she nor her husband will be in town until Sunday, that she'll pencil us in for dinner somewhere between now and next month depending on her schedule, and then she rushed me off the phone.

Honestly, I didn't want to talk to her anyway; but being dismissed like that did not sit well with me.

I really don't like that woman.

I called my wife back to tell her what happened, and all she heard was the fact that Charlie's parents weren't going to be home. So she made me tell Vega to see if Charlie wanted to stay at our place until her parents got home.

I wasn't gonna do it at first; but when my wife really wants something from me, she has a way of persuading me to give in.

So here I am, back at Hollywood Arts, picking up to my daughter and her girlfriend.

Charlie opens the passenger door thinking that I want them to have the same seating arrangements as this morning.

I definitely don't.

"No, Charlie you sit in the back. I want Vega to sit up front this time."

"Okay." Charlie shrugs before getting out.

No argument. None at all. I barely even notice Vega get in the car because I'm too busy frowning suspiciously back at Charlie. As much as her argumentative nature gets on my nerves, it makes me nervous when she's agreeable.

Charlie gives Vega's shoulder a brief touch and offers her a small smile before heading for the back seat.

It was a comforting gesture and that's when I look at Vega, noticing that she looks a bit down.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask. All kinds of scenarios run through my mind. Some kids teased her because she's going out with Charlie, a girl; or some boys made an inappropriate pass at her; or-

"I think I blinked."

"What?"

"It's all your fault. You totally jinxed me!" She exclaims.

Relief. I am totally high off of the amount of relief I'm feeling right now. That's all? That's what she's upset about?

"There's always next year." I chuckle while giving her knee a few pats.

She scowls at me.

"Cheer up Vega, You're really pretty with your eyes closed. I should know, I spent all night watching you sleep last night," Charlie smiles.

"Thanks Charlie," Vega mumbles, a deep red blush forming on her cheeks almost instantaneously.

I roll my eyes, having just been reminded why I need to have that talk with them.

As soon as we get in the house, I set the twins at the dining room table with a snack; and I sit the older girls on the living room couch. I stand before them, subliminally, and purposely, making them feel small.

They look up at me expectantly.

"Alright girls, we're gonna have the talk." I announce after a few moments of me just staring at them to make them squirm.

"What?" Vega all but gasps. "You don't mean…the talk as in the talk, do you?"

I nod my head somberly.

"Momma, no!" Vega wails, clearly mortified.

Charlie on the other hand just laughs and sits up straighter. She's enjoying herself, eager to hear what I have to say. It gives me the impression that she's heard the talk a few times and can't wait to hear my version.

I pull a pair of condoms out of my pocket and hand one to each girl. "Wrap it up. Or else." I threaten.

This concludes my talk with the girls and when they realize it they both cry "that's it?" in complete unison.

Although, Vega's voice was full of relief and Charlie sounded extremely disappointed. Bet she expected me to stumble over my words and try to threaten them into abstinence. And now it's like I let her down by not letting her see me sweat and fidget as I try to explain that when two people love each other very much…and however the hell that speech normally ends.

Yeah that's not me. I'm more to the point. I basically told them not to impregnate each other. Or I'll kill 'em both.

"Come on, Charlie," Vega grunts as she pulls her girlfriend up and rushes her upstairs. She probably wanted to get away as quickly as she could before I changed my mind and started to add more onto "the talk."

She needn't have worried about that. I'm done and I text my wife to let her know so.

She calls me back immediately.

"What'd you say?" she asks without preamble. I take no offence. She probably doesn't have time to chat. Who knows what time it is in Tokyo.

"I gave them a condom and told them to wrap it up." I answer.

There's silence on the other line for so long that I think the call's been dropped when Tori starts screaming at me.

And though I can't really tell what she's saying because I've momentarily gone deaf, but it's obvious she thinks I didn't do "the talk" right.

"Babe, calm down." I slip in when she takes a second to draw a breath. No doubt she's just winding up to go for round two with the screaming.

"Calm down? You just…I'm coming home!"

I roll my eyes. She's being overly dramatic. "You're not coming home, Tori. You've got to finish you tour." I answer calmly.

Not that it calms her down any.

"Put Vega on the line. I'll do it myself!"

I roll my eyes again before sighing deeply and heading upstairs.

"Don't you sigh at me!" Tori screams.

I roll my eyes for the third time 'cause she can't see that.

"And don't roll your eyes either!"

Now that's just plain creepy.

I pause outside of Vega's door. I thought I heard…

No, I'm definitely hearing the springs in her bed getting a work out. What the hell? Okay, maybe Tori's right. I should've had the normal talk with them. I shouldn't have given them the condoms. I just really thought…no, I don't know what I was thinking. I thought I'd be okay with Vega doing "stuff" hell, I did stuff with Beck when I was about her age but….Vega's still my baby.

"Babe, I'm gonna have to call you back." I say, hanging up on Tori.

I open the door without knocking and both Vega and Charlie plop down on the bed as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing… And they had been. It doesn't take long for me to figure it out. The rumpled bed, the whipped hair, the fact that they're both trying so hard to catch their breath…

"You two were jumping on the bed?"

"Sorry." Vega mumbles, eyes downcast.

"There's a trampoline outside!"

"But the bed was closer, Momz." Charlie whines. "And it's not the same."

"It really isn't, momma." Vega tries.

"What are you guys, five. Do you wanna go to Chuck E Cheese too?" I goad.

It backfires.

Both their eyes light up.

"Can we!?" they squeak together.

"Jinx! You owe me a soda," they both say.

"No, you owe me a soda. I said it first." Charlie claims.

"No I said it first."

"No I did."

"Momma, who said it first? Me or Charlie.

"You can't ask her, she's biased." Charlie counters with a serious scowl on her face.

I can't take it anymore. I leave the two in there to squabble like a bunch of four year olds. I think it's safe to say that sex is the farthest thing from their minds.

I call my wife back. She answers on the first wring and before she can say anything I speak.

"Babe, I don't think we have anything to worry about."

{~~~O~~~}

Author's note…again: Hope you guys enjoyed this, especially you SKRowling. I would've never written this if you hadn't posted the challenge in the first place.

And I know I kinda left this off at a pretty innocent place; and that some of you were wondering how sexy time would work with both Charlie and Vega having a thingamabobber; but I couldn't put it in this story because the girls are only fourteen. I think I'd have to make a sequel in which they're older in order to do that.