Just Rosalie

Almost Time

Michelle was designated to babysit Abbi while everyone else was busy helping with wedding preparations, or so they said. Barbara was enjoying a quiet walk on the beach, soaking in as much relaxation as she could, while Zoe and Margaret were in the ocean with Andrew. Abbi didn't want to swim, something about being afraid of sea creatures.

Rosalie and Elizabeth were talking with the event planner, making sure everything was set for the next day. Of course they wanted everything to be perfect-from the flowers to the table cloths, everything was picked out specifically for Charlotte's and Kaitlyn's liking.

As for Henry and Yasmin, they were treating the getaway as a honeymoon, relishing in each other's company doing various activities.

"Reminds me of our wedding," Elizabeth pulled Rosalie towards the hotel poolside.

"Where are you taking me?" They walked past the pool and onto the beach.

"Just for a walk," Elizabeth pulled Rosalie behind a palm tree and reached in for a kiss.

"A walk, huh?" Rosalie smiled and wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's neck.

"Yeah, and maybe a kiss or two."

"You're too cute," Elizabeth leaned in, but before she could get a taste of her wife's precious lips, Abbi's voice boomed across the beach. Damn, that girl could do opera.

"Mommy!" Their heads whipped to the direction of their child's voice, "mommy!" Rosalie dropped her hands to her sides. Abbi ran towards them and grabbed Rosalie's hand.

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth looked at her daughter in worry. Michelle came running in Abbi's tracks, stressed and out of breath.

"Tell her she can go now," Abbi turned her face into Rosalie's stomach, trying to hide from Michelle.

"I'm gonna kill-" Michelle looked at the two mothers and gulped, "I'm gonna take off, since she's with you two now."

Michelle was ready to make a bolt for it, but Rosalie began to say something, "what's the problem here?" Michelle groaned.

Abbi sniffled and wiped her eyes with the edge of Rosalie's t-shirt, "Michelle?" Elizabeth became impatient after seeing her daughter's tears.

"Look, your kid's a lot to handle. I just told her not to throw sand at me-"

"And?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes.

"I took away her phone, that's all," Michelle bit down on her lower lip.

"Mommy, she, she-"

"I gave it back to her after she started crying, no big deal," Michelle didn't feel like dealing with a spoilt brat anymore. Just because she worked for Rosalie didn't mean she had to babysit.

Rosalie lifted Abbi and positioned her to sit on her shoulders, "Abbi, apologize."

Rosalie insisted, causing Abbi to cross her arms over her chest, "she's a meany, mama."

She turned to Elizabeth and pouted, "that wasn't nice of you. You should say you're sorry, honey."

Abbi frowned and shook her head, "Abbi, you're almost ten. Didn't you say you would stop being rude?"

"Yeah, but, she deserved it. She was on her phone texting and wasn't paying attention to me."

"That doesn't mean you should throw sand at her. There are better ways to do things."

"I'm going to get a sun tan in before it's too late. You two deal with that," Michelle hurried off and joined her mother on the beach. Barbara also decided to get a natural tan while in Hawaii.

"Can we get ice cream?" Abbi's frown turned upside down as soon as Michelle left.

"Sure, but we have to have a serious talk."

"Fine," Rosalie placed Abbi onto her feet, after feeling as though her spine would split in two.