Tina (rubbing her face; the statement about toddlers coming back): You know…

Carmen (holding her hand out): I was right…

Shane (confused): What?

Tasha (giggling): Don’t ask.

Alice (settling on Tasha’s lap): Much safer that way…

Papi (wrapping her arm around Kit): Breakfast looks great…

Dylan (coming in): You’re in for it now Bette…

Bette (picking Angie up): Can you take a rain check? I have to feed the rooster…

A;lice (choking): Bette…

Tina (laughing): Oooh baby….
 
Kit (rolling her eyes): Bad, I tell you, absolutely fresh…

Papi (evilly): Dam, Tina, she’s going to…

Bette (realizing what she said and how it sounded): I meant my daughter. (Handing Angie her French toast) I’m giving her breakfast…

Helena (dripping): Dylan and Bette I have a bone to pick with you…
 
Shane (putting her head down): I can’t believe she went there…

Carmen (swatting her playfully): Out of the gutter and onto breakfast.  

Tina (feeding Bette a piece of fruit): Don’t you even, think about it…

Angie (sipping her milk): Go play, go swimming…

Papi (smiling): The innocence of a child…

Bette (pointedly): Which will be lost along the wayside because of…

Tina (kissing her to silence the lashing she was about to give): Shh…

Bette (dazed): Is that what you’re going to do every time I’m about to go off…

Shane and Alice laughed, their minds completely south…

Kit (smacking Shane on the arm): Just please, my sides hurt from laughing.  

Papi (sipping her coffee): Really. You know it seems that your mouth…

Kit (covering her mouth): Shush…

Dylan (adding fuel to the fire): Well they say that if your mouth ain’t…

Helena (taking a hold of her ear): Don’t….

Shane (remembering): The dirtier the mouth the better in certain other aspects…

Helena (rolling her eyes): Don’t encourage her…

Carmen (playfully): See it’s always the quiet ones that are the worst behaved…

Kit (pointing a finger): Compared to you and Shane no way…

Shane (putting her hands up): Not me…

Tasha (tightening her hold on Alice to keep her still): Sure…

Angie (finishing her breakfast): All done. Now go play…
 
Tina (taking her from Bette so she could finish her breakfast): Not yet.  

Dylan (giggling): One track mind.

Helena (hitting her arm): Play nice…

Kit (looking at them): So you’re both taking it slow this time, I hope…
Helena (nodding): Yeah, we have a lot to talk about and with time we’ll see.

Dylan (wrapping her arm around her): With time….

Bette (protectively): Be good to her. Take care of her and don’t fuck up.

Tina (setting Angie down): And if you need help…

Alice (picking Angie up): Ask…

Tasha (laughing as Angie reached for Alice’s coffee mug): Unlike this little tiny terror…

Angie (looking at her): Not me…

Carmen (getting a glass and filling it half way with milk, adding a little bit of coffee): Here try that…

Bette (groaning): My daughter the coffeeholic.  

Kit (laughing): Wait to she’s in high school (winking.)

Tina (rubbing Bette’s back): And that’s where you as here aunts will step in and help us with her teenage years. (The table grew dead silent and Angie looked around at everyone.)

Angie (sipping her milk and coffee): Love you, go play, go swimming….

tbc
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