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Laura's POV

"Rocky?" I questioned. I gave Ross a quick glare from my side eye provisional and motioned for him to drop his baseball bat. He reluctantly did and guided Isabella over to the staircase for her to sit down. "What's up?"

The rain was pouring down on him as he stood sheepishly under our dimly lit porch. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his ripped up dark blue jeans and his shoulder length hair that he hadn't cut for what felt like years still lay flat like it had before. "Is Ross home?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes."

Rocky nodded to himself and held his hand on the doorframe, wiping the rain away from his face. "Can I come in then Laur? I really need to talk to him."

I turned to face Ross and he awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head back in response to Rocky's request. "Okay... um, come in, I guess."

I held the door open for Rocky to step inside and quickly shut it behind him to avoid anymore rain from coming inside. Isabella ran into Rocky's embrace and lamely he embraced her back. "Hey Rapunzel." That was his nickname for her after she'd whacked him across the face with the pink frying pan that he'd gotten her for her first birthday. We'd all warned him that she would, he just never listened. "How have you been?"

Before Isabella could reply Ross placed his hand firmly on her shoulder and smiled wearily at his older brother. "I think Uncle Rocky and I should go and have a little chat. You two will have plenty of time to talk later Bella."

Isabella pouted her lips slightly to herself and turned to face me. "Can we make some hot cocoa for them Mom?"

I smiled and ruffled my hand through her hair. "Yes, that's a good idea baby." I took her by the hand and carefully guided her into the kitchen whilst Ross and Rocky spoke quietly to one another in the living room.

Whilst Isabella was making their hot cocoa I tried my hardest to listen in on their conversation. Their voices were a little muffled, despite only being in the next room away from us. I wasn't usually a nosey person but Rocky had showed up so randomly and had acted so weirdly. I'd never seen him like that before. I could only pray that nothing awful had happened in his personal life.

"I'm done mom!" Isabella exclaimed excitedly as she picked up the two mugs in her hands. "Can we go and give them to Uncle Rocky and dad?"

I smiled at her and then lowered myself to her height, although with the rate she was growing at, she'd be equal to my short five foot, two inches in no time. "Sweetie, thank you so much for making these. I'm sure they'll love them. If you don't mind though, I'm going to go and give the cocoa to them instead of you. Is that okay?"

Her eyes grew wide. "Oh. Why, mom? I won't spill them, I promise!"

"Oh, honey, no! I know you won't spill them," I laughed. "It's just... your dad and your uncle are having an adult talk in there. You remember our conversation about that kind of stuff, right?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"And what did we say about it, baby?"

"No kids are to be present during adult conversations."

I smiled. "That's right. And that's why I'm going to sneak in there and give them this hot cocoa instead of you, okay?"

"Okay, mom."

She sounded a little defeated as she turned on her heel with her head hung low, but as I carried the two steaming cups of hot cocoa out into the hallway for delivery, sounds of thundering footsteps and thrashing about came from above and I knew that she and Bailey had started their daily sibling war.

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