"Hmm. I wonder where Darcy could be..." I played, standing in front of the door Darcy was hiding behind. In a quick motion I turned and shouted, "Boo!" making her squeal with delight as she ran out. I giggled and walked after her.

"Dinner!" I heard a voice yell from downstairs. I made my way downstairs, looking at pictures of Lilly, Darcy's Godmother, who died before Darcy could talk. She had gotten into a car accident and flew through her windshield. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but felt better when I heard my daughter laughing. Darcy had ran down the steps and beat me into the kitchen. I ran a hand over my large belly; round two. That's when my fiance walked up behind me and kissed my temple as I helped Darcy into a chair.

"Did you get that job promotion yet?" I asked, looking at him. He sighed, dropping his head. I closed my eyes and dropped mine as well.

"I did." He spoke with a fake sorrow in his tone. I shot my head up and looked at him, happiness swept over my face.

"Harry! You did! Oh my god!" I squealed with delight and hugged him, then gave him a quick kiss before going and getting Darcy her food. I set the plate down in front of her, and turn the tv on that was mounted on the diningroom wall. It was already on cartoons. Harry and I sat down opposite of Darcy and ate our food. As a family.

"Come on, Darcy! Pick up your clothes!" I shouted from the bathroom. As I walked out of the bathroom, I stumbled over a toy train. I groaned. "Are you serious... Jack! Pick up your toys!" I kicked the train toward the door of his room, then dropped the clothes in front of Darcy's door. I heard her mumbling on the phone. I eavesdropped.

"Oh, I know, Kelly!" She shouted. I rolled my eyes. "Well. I think he likes me..." I widened my eyes at that one, I barged into her room. There sat my fourteen year old daughter, her brown hair curled, her bright green eyes sparkling, freckles speckled on her cheeks and nose.

"Who likes you, Darcy?" I asked, plopping myself down on her bed.

"I have to call you back, Kelly..." And with that, she hung up. Then a big smile was plastered on her face.

"Oh my god, Mom. His name is Luke, and he's SOOO hot!" I could see the blush rise on her cheeks, which made me smile.

"Tell me more!" I insisted.

A few weeks later, Darcy came running into my room with exciting news. I was folding laundry as she told me that Luke was coming over for dinner. I smiled.

"That's wonderful, baby. When?" I asked.

"Is tomorrow okay?" She asked.

"Sure. I hope he likes spaghetti." She nodded and jumped with glee, squealing while doing it. Then she ran over and hugged me and skipped out of the room.

"Mom! Luke is here!" I heard Darcy yell as she opened the door.

"Hi, Luke. Come in." I heard my daughter say. "This is my Mom." I spun around and met eyes with a blonde haired boy, a piercing in his lip, his hair quaffed. I blinked before smiling.

"I'm the Mom. You can call me Emma." He nodded, and shook my hand. Harry came walking down the stairs before meeting eyes with Luke. When Luke turned away, Harry looked at me and mouthed.

"Oh, no."