"Let's go come on Pierre." I said as we walk to the door of my parents house."coming babe" he said. "Mama , dad" I said when I saw my parents in the doorway. "Baby girl" my mom said. "Sweetheart" my dad said. "Grandma,grandpa" Dakota said, trying to jump from Pierre's arms. " ohhh, let me set you down my Baby, okay?" Pierre said looking at her. "Okay daddy" she said as he sat her down. "Hello Pierre." My parents say. We go inside and I see my younger brother and older sister. "Wyatt,Stella." I say happy walking over to them. "Harley!?!?!!?" They say. We hug. " where is my Favorite niece." Stella says. "Here I am" she says walking up with Pierre holding her hand. "Pierre" Wyatt says gritting his teeth. "PIERRE?!?!??!. Hi how are you?" Stella says. (Stella loved when you and Pierre were together). " I'm good. Missed your enthusiasm." He says smiling. " Please tell me that you and Harley are back together." She says with a pleading look. "N-." He says me cutting him off. "Yes" I say smirking. "Yessssss" she says. "Stella where i-" I say but get cut off by someone picking me up from behind "Ahh shit" I say my sister giving me a death stare. "Harley Quinn Kutcher" my sister said. "Put me down you jerk. Sorry" I say "a little help would be nice Pierre.". "Coming here Ley." He said. "Let's go see the horses daddy." Dakota said. " okay Coming kota." He said. "Dick"I yell after them."So Stella where is Colt?" I ask. "He is around he somewhere." She says. Just then Colt walks from the Living room giving Stella a kiss.


...

It's later and everyone is eating. "Harley got any new songs for us this year?" Colt asks. "Actually yes I have a couple." I say. When we are done we walk into the living room and we all sit down Dakota on Pierre's lap.

(NOT MINE ALL CREIDT GOES TO CREATER)

"This is one I've been working on for a little while" I say.


...

"beautiful love." Pierre said smiling. " Perfect mommy." Dakota said. " thank you both." I say.

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