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You: Haylee!

Tom: Bubba!

Haylee: Mom!

You and Tom run-up to her

You: I'm here bubba

She wraps herself around you, burying her face in your neck

Tom: You got her?

You: Yeah. Can you check on Mattie?

Tom: Yeah

You: Haylee, what happened?

Haylee: Look at my phone

You pick up her phone and look at the message she has open

You: What am I looking at?

Haylee: That's Connor

You: And?

Haylee: Not me...

You: Were you two together?

Haylee: He hasn't asked yet, but it was kind of implied

You: Why?

Haylee: In school, we're always together, but I'm still grounded so I can't be with him outside of school just yet

You: Do you still talk to him though?

Haylee: Whenever I can, but now I don't want to

You: Baby girl, I know it's hard, but I raised you to be strong not to fall down

Haylee: But I really liked him

You: So, talk to him

Haylee: I don't want to get let down again

You: I know bubba

You pulled her tight into a hug and she hugged you tight back

Tom: My girls okay in here?

Haylee: I've been better

Tom: Well, someone's here to talk to you bubba

Haylee: What? Who?

Tom: Come downstairs, and you'll see

Haylee: What if it's Connor mom?

You: Then he knows he messed up

Haylee: Or he's officially leaving me...

You: Just go see. Dad and I will stay close, okay?

Haylee: Alright

She walks downstairs and you and Tom follow close behind

Connor: Hey Haylee

Haylee: What do you want? You ignore me for a week, then I get a picture of you kissing Amy

Connor: That's the thing, Haylee

Haylee: What is?

Connor: I didn't kiss her

Haylee: Connor, I have a picture

Connor: She kissed me. Her and her friends corned me

Haylee: What...?

Connor: Well, I know you're not allowed anywhere right now, but Trevor invited me. I felt bad not going to hang out, but now I regret it

Haylee: So, if I call Trevor, he'll back up your story?

Connor: Yes. I'm so sorry Haylee

Haylee: It's okay Connor

Connor: Really?

Haylee: Yes. I believe you

Connor: Thanks Haylee

Tom: You okay bubba?

Haylee: Yeah dad, I'm okay

Tom: Hi Connor

Connor: Hi Mr. Holland

Haylee: Can he hang for a bit?

Tom: Ask mom

You: Ask me what?

Haylee: Can Connor hang for a few hours?

You: Yeah, that's fine bubba

Haylee: Thanks mom

Haylee grabbed Connor's hand and pulled him upstairs

Tom: Leave the door open!

Haylee: Yes dad!

You: You're so protective of her

Tom: And? What's your point?

You: Nothing Spidey

Tom: Yeah, sure

You: Look you know you are and you and I both know she's got you wrapped around her fingers

Tom: She does

Ryker: Hey mom?

You: Yes bubs?

Ryker: What is your job title?

You: Executive creative producer in Marvel's creative department. Why?

Ryker: I'm trying to figure out how to get there

You: Like a major?

Ryker: Yeah

You: It's an art in film major bubs

Ryker: Great, thanks!

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