I really need a night light, is my first thing I think when I wake up. I look out the window and expect it to be dark outside but, I'm surprised when I see instead that it's daylight. I have woken up several times during the night nightmares continuously plaguing me no matter how much I try not to. I guess it's that's what happens when you have several nightmare free sleeps. Sighing I get up and hop off the bed stumbling a bit when I land. No matter. I look at the clock on the bedside table and again I'm surprised when I see it's 5 hours past 5. I've been sleeping in lately and I've also felt lighter, like a little weight has been slowly lifted off my shoulders. I've been smiling and laughing more. I also have been more child-ish than I was when I was actually a child. With that thought I go to the bathroom and do the daily hygiene routine, consisting of using the bathroom, brushing my teeth and taking a shower. I look into my full length mirror and I'm shocked by how much I've changed. My body is no longer skin and bones instead, it's filled out with curves that I never knew I'd have. I've gotten a much needed tan too, matching myself to my Hispanic heritage. My hair which was once dyed red and dying is now its original mocha brown and looks more alive than ever, nice and curly and fits surprisingly well in bob form. I've stopped putting on my contacts and they are more vibrant than before. I wonder though why the men haven't asked me why I continuously dyed my hair red or why I wore contacts changing myself completely. Was it because they already knew why? Of course not. Yeah, I shake my head. There would be no way especially since all evidence has been erased.

Hair dripping and body wrapped with a fluffy towel I walk out the bathroom and I'm surprised when I see not Sebastian but Dylan sitting on my bed. Wow, I think. I've been surprised a lot lately. Standing in the door way I watch as Dylan sits there watching me as I watch him. His hair which is sandy blond is combed over, covering his left eyes and the side are freshly shaven. The only thing that's not surprising is that Dylan is dressed which is a red wine color that has a matching tie along with a black buttoned up undershirt. Another thing that didn't surprise me was that he has on mismatched socks on and no shoes. I learned the day they made the proposal that Dylan never wears matched socks and I've told the men-well asked more like-that they not wear shoes while in my carpeted room.

"You like what you see?" I snap out my thoughts and blush a nice cherry red when I realize I was staring. "N-N-No Daddy I- Are you saying I'm ugly," he interrupts and I vigorously shake my head. "N-No you would never look ugly even if you wore a garbage bag. I personally think you look delicious. I-I m-m-me-mean I'm not going to eat you, I mean you look hot. Really hot. I mean not hot like you sweating or have a glistening forehead. Well you do have a glistening forehead well not glistening but shinning and it's not just your forehead it's your whole face almost like you put on high light which is makeup and I wouldn't mind you wearing makeup. I me-." A finger is placed on my lips stopping me from continuing my nervous rant. Wow, I think. I haven't done a that in a long time. I look up and Dylan who for a few seconds stared at me and silence fills the air. That is until Dylan burst out laughing, his laugh filling the room. I groan and cover my face which is now full on red I'm blushing so hard. I can't believe I babbled like that, I think. I can. Shut up. Make me. I wish I could just punch the owner of that voice. Then you'd be punching yourself. I sigh and look over at Dylan who is still laughing, tears rolling down his cheeks, his hand over his stomach. I pout, my embarrassment quickly turning into an attitude. "Stop laughing," I demand stomping my foot on the soft floor of my bedroom. He ignores me and continues laughing causing me to turn around, grab the lotion from my bedside table and walk into the bathroom where I slam the bathroom door and lock it. I grab my towel and roughly dry my hair wincing when I pull a few strands my hair too hard. Sighing I then use the towel to some-what dried the rest of my body. It's then that a thousand fists rain down on the door and I jump out my skin. "Come out, come out my little Rose." I cringe back at the dark voice on the other side of the door. I know for a fact it's not Dylan and it wasn't just one person banging on the door. Was Jared also on the other side? Or was it Sebastian and Dylan? Maybe all three. Oh no. I reach for my clothes so I can hurry up and get dressed when I realize that I left the clothes on the bed. Sugar. Honey. Iced. Tea. Will you curse already? No. O come on you know you want to. No. Well, fine. What? Your just going to let it go. Well you said it with such a firm voice that I had no choice but to let it go. Why can't you let everything else go? Why can't you just go away? Because then you'd go insane without me. Please, because of you I'm already insane. Keep telling yourself that.

The banging on the door stops and silence fills the air. Are they gone? I was a few moment before, unlocking the door and slowly open the door. I look left then right. Quietly I go over to my bed only to see that my outfits off the bed. I roll my eyes. Did they really forget I had a whole closet full of clothes. Again rolling my eyes I head towards the closet door and swing open the double doors screaming when I'm lifted in the air from behind. I turn my head and out of my peripheral vision I see Sebastian holding me in the air. With a huff I turn my head towards the closet to see both Dylan and Sebastian standing in the closet smiling at me. I cross my arms and pout as I realize how stupid I was. Sebastian puts me down in the closet and closes the closet doors behind him. O no. I turn away from Sebastian and stupidly back into Dylan who grabs my waist, while Jared takes off my towel. I yelp and try to cover up my areas but they weren't having it. Dylan lets go of my waits and grabs my wrists pinning them behind my back. "Don't you ever hide from Daddy," Sebastian growls causing me to whimper. I begin to feel an ache between my legs when I looked up at the men's faces to see them looking at me with dark lust filled eyes. I squeeze my thighs together and Jared groans in my ear. "I really wish you were 18." I blush and squirm trying to get away from them. A hard swat on the butt had me saying still. "Stay still pet," Dylan whispered. "We need to get you dressed." Sebastian came in front of me, a bottle of lotion in his hands. He squirts a bunch on his hands before, slowly lotions my body, stopping to either tickle me of flicker my nipple. The ache in between my legs don't lessen and I begin to feel uncomfortable.

Once he was done putting lotion on my body Dylan grabbed the outfits that was on my bed and put it on me. I don't get to fully see my outfits before, Jared picks me up and takes me to the bathroom where he set on the sink and grabbed a hair band and brush and the next 15 minutes is spent cursing my curly hair wishing it would just cooperate. By the time the 15 minutes are up my hair is somewhat tamed and Jared is looking at me hands on hips, proud of his work. Sighing I jump off the sink and go to the full length mirror next to my bedroom door. Looking at myself I smile and do a little swirl loving the way my bottle green silk skirt floated around me. It went well with the white floral blouse that thankfully wasn't a second skin. I smile at myself in the mirror thinking how nice it is to be able to dress casual and not like I'm going to a ball when really I'm just watching television in my living room. A hand on my ankle stops me out my thoughts and I look down to see Sebastian slipping on velvet green ballet flats making my stomach fill with butterflies. Once my shoes are on I lift my arms up and Sebastian picks me up and take me out my bedroom, Dylan and Jared following close behind.

We go downstairs into the dining room where food is lined down the table, slightly surprised when I don't see the twins of Brian at the table. I knew they wouldn't be there but, since the day we all watched a movie together they've been eating with us for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not seeing them here, kind of feels weird. We settle ourselves at the dining room tables and the men each put something on my plate before, putting food on theirs. My mouth waters at the eggs, bacon, sausage and toasted covered in raspberry jam. Without a second thought I quickly devour the plate stopping when I hear laughter. "You'd swear we'd have been starving you." I blush and then continue eating, but slower. "The boys and I were talking-" I stop eating and look at Sebastian-" that maybe we should go house shopping for all of us to live in together." I freeze. Going house shopping. For all of us to live together. Wow. I felt as if reality smacks me in the face and I want to run away from it but, I don't. Ever since I met these guys my days have been full of so much happiness. I look up at the men to see them scanning my blank face trying to see what I'm thinking. I smile. Maybe this is another step for us to become... an us. I sigh. "Are the kids coming?" I watch as they all give me wide smiles before, Jared speaks up. "Why would me?" I frown. "Because they will also be living with us and don't you think they should have a hand at where they'll be staying." Dylan and Sebastian look down at their food, that's slowly being moved around by their forks. "I guess," they mumble child-ishly causing me to laugh. "You guys are like child," I say rolling my eyes. I finish up my breakfast and jump off my chair and head upstairs. It isn't until I pass Dylan that I feel a hard smack on my butt. "Ow." I jump and look at a smiling Dylan. "I might be child-ish but, I can still have you over my knee." I blush, nod and hurry up the stairs ignoring the booming laughs behind me.