Simone

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3rd person pov

"Do you want a donut?" Abby asked looking at Max, "Absolutely want a donut. Is that even a question?" Max said sitting across from Abby, next to Hunter, who was next to Sam who was across from Press

"Hi. Hello. How are you" Ginny smiled coming over, "Hi"

"Hey"

"Why are you so, mm... "hello" Abby asked mimicking Ginny, "Its Christmas. I love Christmas" Ginny smiled

"Hey, Gracie said the same thing" Abby smiled as Gracie came over with a coffee for her and Abby, and then a donut for Max

"We do love Christmas" Gracie smiled sitting next to Press, "Are you doing that carnival thing tomorrow?"

"Yes, actually we all are. Gracie told our mom that we'd be doing face panting" Ginny said outing Gracie, "Geez"

"Oh, come on. Cant we just enjoy our break" Abby groaned, "Its for two hours, Abs. And its for kids from a shelter" Gracie said ignoring Press who was playing with her hair

"Okay, can we just, like, give them money?"

"No! Abs, that's a bit snobby"

"Eat the rich" Max said looking at her, "Bitch, you have a summer house, you are the rich"

"Its Christmas"

"Okay. Im not even on break yet. I have one more rehearsal for Wellington. Also, i hate Christmas, i have love, and everything is shit" Max said slamming her hands on the table as Ginny slowly patted her hand

Sam giggled, "Hunter, do you remember when we watched The Grinch in the seventh grade and you cried?" she fake pouted looking at him

"His heart grew" Hunter said not looking at her, "Men can cry, Samantha. Grow up"

"I know. I like reducing a man to tears. I like the power" She smirked as Abby and Gracie laughed a little, "Okay, breaks over. Love you, mean it"

"Hate you, kidding" Abby, Max and Gracie smiled as Ginny got up and left, "Um, bathroom. Hate you. Whatever" Sam said getting up and leaving also

Press opened a bag of chips before looking at Abby, "You want one?" he asked before throwing it at her as it hit her head before falling on the ground, "You're a dick, Press" Gracie said grabbing the bag of chips from him





Gracie had changed into a black long sleeve top, a dark plaid skirt, black knee high boots and a gray cardigan, her, Ginny and Georgia were going shopping

"I googled some places. Newbury Street, if we have Paul's credit card. Mom, im sorry about the poem" Ginny sighed

"Im not doing this here, Virginia" Georgia said shaking her head, Gracie was just standing in the middle of the two awkwardly

"I didnt mean to embarrass you"

"I said i was fine" Georgia nodded not looking at her, "You cant even look at me" Ginny scoffed as the three stopped walking and Georgia turned to Ginny

"Mom"

"I feel like a fraud 99% of the time. I do not need your help, i assure you"

"Mom-"

"I know. Life's hard. I'm terrible, you're sorry, its fine. Lets go shopping in Boston" she said turning and walking across the street as the two followed her

"I wanna see the bachelor pad!" Georgia called as the three Miller's walked into Zion's, "Sorry, dad, we were just nearby" Ginny said but stopped seeing Zion sitting across from someone

The three girls looked at each other before looking back to Zion, "Uh, Simone, this is my daughter, Ginny, my other daughter, Gracie, and their mom.. Georgia"

"No one" Simone" Ginny smiled, "Oh! Is that my nickname or..." Simone asked looking at Zion who was looking at Ginny

"No. No, sorry. Hi" Ginny smiled, "Yeah, hi. Good to meet ya. You're pretty" Georgia laughed a little, "The apartment, Zi, so good. Looks great. Not.. Not in a bachelor pad kind of way. I-I wasn't trying to insinuate that you're a big bachelor or anything. 'Cause you're not. No, we... you are. I mean, we're not together. I'm getting married. Not a bachelor pad like you bring a lot of girls back here or anything, 'cause.. That's not what im saying. I-I i have no idea, really, how many girls you would brig back here, 'cause how would i know? But I-i.. Its.. probably just you" Georgia rammbled out

"Mom?" Gracie spoke up as Georgia looked at her, "Yeah, Gi?"

"Stop talking, please"

"Okay, um-"

"We should go. Sorry"

"yeah, we just stopped by to say hello. Now we're gonna go. Which rhymes. I keep rhyming. Ginny, your poem is haunting me"

"Poem?" Zion asked looking at the three, "Nope, nope, lets not do that. I've got a lot to do. Im actually hosting the new future in-laws for.. for Christmas Eve, so.. You should come, Zion. Or both of ya" Georgia said motion between the two of them

"Oh, thank you, but I'm actually gonna be with my family" Simone smiled, "And im hosting my parents and Aunt Rayna" Zion added

"Bring 'em. Bring 'em on over"

"Mom! What are you doing?" Gracie whispered through a smile, "I dont know" Georgia whispered back

"I mean, are you sure? Because i would love to spend Christmas Eve with Ginny and Gracie" Zion smiled at the two

"Am i sure? I just asked out loud, so i must be" Georgia said letting out a breath, "We're -uh, we're gonna go, so...." Ginny nodded

"Oh, Ginny, its.. its really good to meet you, you too, Gracie, Zion talks a lot about you. And, Georgia, thank you for.. Thank you for saying that im pretty" Simone smiled standing up

"Cool. So i said that out loud?"

"You did" Gracie and Ginny said at the same time, as they all turned around and left

"That is not how i wanted you to meet Ginny or Gracie" Zion said once they left, "No? Really? 'Cause i thought it went really well" she said before they both laughed

"Gracie, she your daughter?" Simone asked looking at Zion, "Not biologically, but yeah, she's my daughter" Zion smiled

"So... thats the ex, huh?"

"Yeah" he nodded, "Interesting"


"So, what did you find?" Gracie asked plopping onto the couch, "She's a lawyer. Also, she takes too many selfies for someone in her thirties. She grew up in Boston, and wen to Howard, then Harvard Law. She's got a cavapoo named Jacks"

"Mom, put the phone down" Ginny said from across the living room

"You knew about Simone, didnt you? If daddy has a new girlfriend you have to tell mommy. Or are you just trying to embarrass me at every turn?" Georgia asked looking at Ginny, "Okay, that's not fair" She sighed as the door opened

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