"UGH." I groan. "I need money."

"You could get a job babe." Scarlett says.

"But then we'd have less time together." I say with a pout.

Scarlett notices my pout so she rolls her eyes then kisses the pout away which causes me to smile.

"Why don't you just work with your Mom's? I work with my Mom's and I actually really enjoy it."

"But your Mom's are cool."

"So are yours." Scarlett says as her phone buzzes. "My parents are outside."

I nod then walk my girlfriend to the front door and softly kiss her for the last time before she leaves for a week to visit Mama T's parents in Jersey.

Our kiss is interrupted by a honk.

"Alright we get it, you're in love." Mama T says. "Come on Scarlett we have to go."

"Bye Babe." Scarlett says and hugs me.

"Bye Gorgeous." I say.

As Scarlett walks to her car she has a little more pep in her step giving me a very good view of her butt.

"I see your a butt girl too." Mama says after the Heath's drive away.

"AHH." I shout because Mama scared me.

"Sorry baby." Mama says and kisses my head. "Dinner's ready."

"Okay." I say.

As Mama and I get to the kitchen it dawns on me what she just said.

"Wait what do you mean too?" I ask as I sit at the table.

"What?" Mama asks as Mommy brings the food and kisses both of our cheeks.

"You said I'm a butt girl too."

"Exactly. You got that from me." Mama says then squeezes Mommy's butt before she sits down.

"EWWWW." I yell.

"Alright." Mommy says with a blush. "No butt talk at the table."

"Yes Ma'am." Mama and I say in unison.

"Um can I talk to you about something?" I ask while we are eating.

"Sure." Mommy says and Mama nods.

"Can I get a job?"

"Where would you want to work?" Mama asks.

"Um with you and Mommy."

"You know just because your our daughter doesnt mean you'll get to slack." Mommy says.

"I know."

"We'd love to have you work with us this summer." Mama says

- - - - -

"Isabella." I say as Lindsey and I walk into her room.

"Yes Mama?" Isabella says and gulps.

"Okay don't scare our daughter." Lindsey says.

"Fine." I playfully groan then join Isabella on her bed.

"Is everything okay?" Isabella asks as Lindsey sits next to her.

"You did a really good job this summer." I say.

"Working with you two?"

"Yeah."

"It was kinda fun to work with you two."

"Good."

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"No." I say and take out Isabella's check and hand it to her.

"Don't spend it all at once." Lindsey says.

"T-T-T-This is so much money." Isabella says and stares at the check.

"I told you at the beginning that I'd pay you what I pay new employees."

"B-b-but how?"

"Well new employees make 14 dollars an hour. You worked 35 hours every week and you worked for 12 weeks so that comes out to 5,880 dollars and I told you we would match it so you made 11,760 dollars."

"Thank you." Isabella says and hug my Lindsey and I.

"You earned it baby." I say as I run my fingers through her hair.

"We'll take you tomorrow to the bank and open up an account so you can get a debit card." Lindsey says.

"Cool...Um can we talk about something else real quick?"

"Sure." Lindsey says.

Isabella then sits up and moves to where she can look at Lindsey and I.

"I have an idea for a company."

"Okay." I say as Lindsey cuddles with me.

"So it's sort of inspired by you." Isabella says.

"Me?" I ask.

"Yeah. Well you and your tattoo's."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So it's called inkbox.

"And what would inkbox do?" Lindsey asks.

"Well it's a way for people to see if they want to have a permeant tattoo. The tattoo would stay on for 1-2 weeks..." Isabella says and looks at us apprehensively.

"Keep going." I say and squeeze her hand.

Isabella then explains how it would work from a financial standpoint, how people could submit their own ideas and be featured artists, and a whole bunch of other stuff that makes me insanely proud of her.

It's really cool to see her so passionate about this.

"...So what do you think?"

"One moment." Lindsey says then leans closer to me.

"That's a really good idea." I whisper.

"Yeah. Our daughter's so smart."

"Well she is our daughter...Where do you wanna go for dinner tonight?"

"Italian?" Lindsey whispers.

"Sounds good...think we've stalled long enough?"

"Yeah." Lindsey says so we look at our nervous daughter

"Isabella that is a fantastic idea." I say.

"Really?" Isabella says and climbs in between Lindsey and I.

"Yes baby." Lindsey says and kisses our daughters head.

"Your mother and I will help you out in whatever way you need us to." I say.

"Well I don't really know how to start a business." Isabella admits causing me to laugh.

"I can help with that."

"I also may need help with the designing of tattoo's."

"We can also help with that." I say and Lindsey nods.

"So we're doing this?" Isabella asks.

"You're doing this." I say.

"I'm doing this."

"Yes you are." Lindsey says.