The Taylor's home is finally complete. They were headed to do the final walk-through before signing all the paperwork. As they entered the house Fatima was in awe.
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It was a 5 bed, 5 bath house with a pool, a finished basement/man cave, a gym, and a theater. After they received the $1m from Fatima's grandmother, they added a guest house with a living area, kitchen, bedroom, and family room. They convinced Zac's mom, Tamela to live with them.
At first, she was hesitant because she wanted her space. When Zac told her she would have her own little house attached to them. She agreed, under one condition, she wouldn't be babysitting. Everyone knew that was a lie.
Two days later they received a disturbing call while packing and moving into the new house. Mrs. Lucille was in the hospital. She had an illness that she hadn't told them. No one knew but Fran.
Mr. Fred called Fatima. "Fatima, the doctor said she may only have a few days to live."
"Oh my God, Daddy! We have to go to California ASAP." Fatima said historically.
"What's going on Fatima?" Zac walked into the room and noticed Fatima's mood change.
"I'm going to call you back. Let me talk to Zac." Fatima hung up the phone. "Zac it's Mrs. Lucille. She's in the hospital."
"Wow!" He was shocked.
"She was sick and didn't tell us." Fatima started crying. "We just met her."
"I know babe, but let's not think anything bad. She seems like a strong woman. She's going to be fine. Just know that I'm here for you. If you want to see her, I will stop everything to let that happen."
"I do. I want to see her and support my dad."
"Ok. I got you."
Fatima didn't have to say but one word. He called his assistant to book a flight for 5 to Napa Valley, CA.
The next afternoon they were all headed back.
Zac, Fatima, Fred, Patrick, and baby Journee arrived at the Marino family home and then Fran's husband drove them to the hospital.
The doctor gave them an update. She was resting at the moment.
Fran had just left the room. "Hey brother, niece, and nephew." She hugged them. "I told her you guys were on the way. I believe only two at a time can go."
"You can go first, Dad." said Fatima.
He went to the room. "Hey, Mom. How are you feeling? I wished you had told me you were sick."
