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Abbie
4 years and 19 days later

.. and life continued on.

I've dealt with some pretty difficult truths in these last four years, but that is the one thing that hit me the hardest. Life continued on even when my world came to a screeching halt.

My family fell.

I was learning how to be a mom.

I was learning to love.

I was finding myself outside of the family.

That last one being the hardest and most brutal one, I'm proud to say I've learned what it's like to find true freedom. To genuinely smile or love so freely. To live with no fear and no obligations to please anyone.

I was just me.

That's why I've never been so sure about my decision. I've kept it a secret for 6 years, in fear of the consequences.. but it's the freedom it grants that makes those consequences worth it.

It's a running joke in my family that I don't do anything on a whim or that isn't true perfection. I think my youngest two would be enough to argue that, even though they're perfect. The fact that I nearly destroyed my marriage should be enough to remove that title from my name, but I'm not holding my breath.

So even though I acted on a whim when I procured this, I've taken the time to consider how this will change everything and affect our lives. How she'll react and how much damage control will be needed when this gets out. Hopefully none will be needed, but better safe than sorry.

Opening the front door, I'm greeted by the group of faces that have weaseled their way into my heart. "Good morning." Kie, Pope and John B all smile at me, offering small waves. "Kids?" Sarah sits up, her eyes still sealed shut.

JJ groans into the pillow, before rolling over and pushing up to his feet. "I'll get the nerf guns and nail polish." He blindly walks through the house, heading for the kids room Avery set up.

"It's okay, JJ. They're at home." He stops, leaning against the wall and nodding. "Okay." I watch as his body slides down the wall, his feet kicked out in front of him.

A snore grabs my attention, looking into the living room, Sarah sways in her sleep, before John B eases her to a laying position again.

"Avery's upstairs. Still asleep." Kie points towards the stairs. "Of course she is." I mumble, heading in the direction towards Avery's room.

The door is cracked open and I catch a glimpse of Rafe clasping his watch in the mirror. Pushing the door open, he looks at me through the mirror and smiles.

"They were up till 4 this morning. Are the kids here?" I step further into the room, shaking my head. "At home with Derek and Damon. Meeting?" He groans, nodding his head. "Yep. Y'all want to meet for a late lunch?" I nod, watching as he leaves the room.

"Watch for JJ at the bottom of the steps." He closes the door behind him, leaving me staring down at Avery's sleeping form. She's so cute when she sleeps. It makes you wonder how she becomes a budding psychopath when she's awake.

Climbing into the bed with her, I smack her ass, waiting until she starts to stir to say something. "Get up. We need to talk." She bolts upright, her silky blonde hair frizzy and wild.

"Bloody hell. What did they do this time? Who did it? I bet it was Damon. He's been pissing me off lately." I snort, shaking my head, as I push her wild hair from her eyes. "No, they're fine. We need to talk."

She blinks rapidly at me, her brows knit together. "We? Are you breaking up with me, Abbie Kate? To be honest, I'm way out of your league anyways."

I shove her shoulder, turning in the bed to face her. "You're so funny. Breaking up with you would be the best decision of my life." She flips me off, before turning to face me. "Okay, so what's so important you have to wake me up so early?"