“Toothbrush?”

“Check…”

“Weekend clothes?”

“Check…”

“Pads?”

“Eww…mom come on,” Taylor scrunched up her face in disgust as she looked up from her suitcase.

“What every girl needs them,” Ashley shot back setting her clip board down.

“Yeah but I’m sixteen why do we have to go over this, I can pack my stuff all by myself now a days.” She taunted.

“Oh you can, can you?” Ashley raised an eyebrow when Taylor nodded in the affirmative the older woman grabbed a pillow from the bed throwing it at the girl, “And who had to drive an hour in the middle of the night to bring said sixteen year old their little security pillow because they forgot to pack it huh?”

A deep blush rose on Taylor’s cheeks, “It’s not a security pillow…” she lame shot back hugging the pillow closer to her chest before making room in her suit case.

“Baby it’s not a bad thing to still sleep with your security pillow especially since I made it for you,” Ashley smiled she spent the entire time in labor making that pillow for her child and just as she finished the last stitch the contraction got worse and ten minutes later she delivered Taylor Ann Davies, seven lbs three ounces 21 inches long.

“Makes me feel like a kid when you call it that,” she whined.

Ashley chuckled, “I still have my bear so we even?” she asked.

Taylor stared at her mom for a moment, “Yeah we’re even.”

”Good so pads?” Ashley dodged the socks her daughter tossed at her as she dashed out of the room.

“I hate you!” Taylor screamed from her room.

“Nah you love me,” Ashley screamed back heading to the door which had been knocked on a second ago. Opening the door she saw Aiden standing outside in his business suit all fresh and clean with not one single hair out of place, it disgusted her and kind of intrigued her at the same time, in high school he was a basketball star always sweaty from practice and hair waving about in the wind with a charming smile as he wrapped his arms around her keeping her safe from the chill but as they grew he changed for the worse obviously.