George - Chapter Twenty Five: Piece By Piece

This chapter has been a long time coming. I've jokingly started calling it the "cursed chapter" since every time I tried to take pictures for it either my game would have issues (which led to me reinstalling the game three times) or life got crazy. Thankfully, the game issues seem to be resolved. 

Speaking of resolutions, I've made one for the new year that includes posting chapters more frequently. I've been dragging my feet with this generation, not wanting to end their story, but it's time and I've made my peace with that. Unless someone (either George or Steph) tell me differently, there will be two more chapters and then a finale to this generation. 

The short version: I'm resolving to post more often, finish this generation so the next can start, and this generation will end soon.

Thank you for being patient with me, for continuing to read this story (even with my sporadic posting), and for loving these characters with me. :)

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God bless Kelly Clarkson for putting into words what so few of us can. Her song speaks to both Steph's and my heart and was an inspiration in writing this chapter.

Special Thank You To LateKnightSimmer for making the tipping hat pose!!! Love You Sweet Lady!!!
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****Steph****

“They’re adorable!” Inside the most recent bag, sat two onesies, both white; one with small blue airplanes and one with tiny pink flowers. The cuteness of each one was too much not share with everyone and I reached inside, holding them up for everyone to see. Those gathered in the family room for my baby shower agreed, and I smiled even more thinking about each baby wearing them. But they looked bigger outside the bag and even though the size on the tag said “newborn”, I couldn’t imagine that each of them would be big enough to fit into them when they were born. That thought made me panic for a moment and I looked down at my huge belly, wondering how much bigger it would need to grow for them to reach that size.

“They grow so much in the last months.” Bridge offered and I glanced up from my belly to see her watching me from across the room.

I nodded and smiled over at her. “I read that in one of the “What to Expect” books, but I still have trouble imagining me getting any larger.” I half joked and chuckles sounded around the family room.

“I felt like I was going to bust during my last month.” I turned to see Emily rubbing a hand over her barely noticeable bump. “It’s amazing to think how much they grow in just nine short months.”

“This isn’t making me feel any better about what’s ahead.” Charlotte somewhat joked as she looked down at her also barely there bump.

“It’s all worth it.” Bridge patted Charlotte’s hand and Emily nodded. “The uncomfortableness you feel in the last months becomes a distant memory as you hold your little one. . .” She smiled at me. “. . .or little ones, and your heart feels like it’s going to burst from the love that you feel whenever you hold them in your arms.”

Daydreams of George and I holding tiny babies moments after being born were interrupted by Charlotte placing another baby present in my lap and I set my attention back to opening them. Before long, they were all unwrapped, the guests full from enjoying tea, cupcakes and other treats, and little by little friends began to leave until all that remained were family.

The guys kept themselves busy doing “guy activities” until the shower ended and their thunderous return proved that they had a good time.  “I swear! I wasn’t peeking!” Trev’s loud voice was the first heard as they exited the elevator. “Willie’s just not very good at surprising people!” The laughter that rang out made us women look and smile at each other; something that caused the men to stop dead in their tracks after filing through the door.

“Why are you all smiling like that?” Will wondered and we couldn’t contain our laughter any longer.

“It’s just nice to hear the four of you having fun.” Emily’s reassurance once we stopped laughing broke them out of their frozen state and each one made their way over to join us. As the conversation continued, I looked around the room and drank in the sight of the warm, caring family and each of the happy couples. 

The latest addition was among the Christmas surprises of learning that Charlotte and Emily were pregnant. Trev’s admission that he meant to bring a guest with him on Christmas Eve caused a buzz through the family. It didn’t take us long to realize though that Trev had met his match with Pamela, an old college friend of his.

It was something that was common with every couple sitting there, how once each couple got together it didn’t take long for them to move to the next step, and my tiny chuckle didn’t go unnoticed by George. The small turn of his head in my direction caught my eye and when our eyes met, a whole conversation took place where I told him that I’d reveal later what had caused my runaway chuckle, and his eyes showed that he couldn’t wait to hear about it.

The thought that the two of us could have a conversation like that made a soul-warming contentment spread through me, and if I had known how short-lived it would be, I would’ve tried to relish it even more. As was common at that point in my pregnancy, my mind jumped from one thought and memory to another and it wasn’t long before I remembered the moment that I first witnessed him having a silent conversation with Charlotte. . .the night that George and I first opened up about our pasts. . .when I first told him about my parents.

It seemed like anything could send my mind on a path that led to some memory or conversation about my childhood and cause an unsettling feeling to fester deep inside.  Every time, I tried to push it even further down, but my attempts became less and less successful and I worried about my ability to keep it hidden. Especially from George.

The moment that everyone left was the when my worry became a reality. His attention turned away from the elevator doors and I knew from the intense focus I saw when his eyes met mine that he had zeroed in on something.

George - Chapter Twenty Four: Brother, Son, Husband, Father

This chapter can be read on it's own, or can be read with Trev's chapter which can be found here. It's the one time that the two stories have chapters for the same event so it just made sense to me to publish them at the same time. While the event is the same, their reactions and experiences are different and I think each chapter shows just how different George and Trev are by revealing what each chose to center their thoughts and attention on.

While I'm disclosing things, I might as well mention that there's one picture that might be considered NSFW and as always, this is a long chapter with a ton of pictures. 

Hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for reading!

****George****

“Steph? Are you home?” Only a few lights were on in the apartment which meant more than likely she wasn’t, but I wanted to be sure. Soon after we returned from our honeymoon I came home to a similar sight and assumed that she wasn’t there. The scare I gave her as I entered our bedroom made her jump and scream loud enough that I wondered if the whole city heard it. She spent the next several minutes playfully scolding me and smacking my arm.  I had learned my lesson that day, always let her know when you’re home.

The memory made me chuckle as I made my way up the stairs to change clothes. This had been the normal lately. I’d return home to an empty apartment, change, start dinner, and Steph would come rushing into the apartment like a car on two wheels. I was glad for it though. She and Ethan began the prep work for their catering business after we returned from Italy and even though it was hard work and she was exhausted most nights, it was worth it to see her happy doing what she dreamt of for so long.

After changing I made my way back down to the kitchen and took inventory of what food we had in the fridge. One of the drawers contained a block of parmesan and it reminded me that we had ingredients for pasta sauce. I had enough time to cut everything up, place it in a pot, and start simmering it before I heard the sound of the elevator dinging and her rushed footsteps on the wood floor.

“Shitfire I’m sorry!” She rushed to the kitchen, flung her bags down on the floor, and quickly placed a kiss on my cheek.  “I was about to walk out the door when Ethan asked me if I’d look over some numbers with him. Which I told him wasn’t necessary since I trust him and know that he’ll keep us on track financially, but he insisted.”

Her rushed entrance made her cheeks flush and eyes dance, making her look completely adorable and too irresistible not to touch. My hand hooked around her waist and pulled her closer. “He just wants to make sure that you’re both on the same page.”

A playful smile appeared on her lips as she moved even closer. “I know. . .” She studied her hands as they started to rub my chest, making every nerve in my body tingle with anticipation. “I just wanted to get home.” Her eyes crept up, and the suggestive way they peeked through her lashes at me and the huskiness in her voice made any reassuring words about Ethan and the catering business or thoughts about the simmering dinner vanish.

“I’m glad you’re home.” The drop in my voice made her smile widen and my hold on her tightened to press her body into mine. There were several moments of the day that I looked forward to; waking up to find her in my arms, sitting down to eat dinner with her, and our first kiss after returning home from a busy day apart. It never failed in melting away the stress and worries of the day. Our kiss that night did just that and deepened into something more just as the sauce started to sputter, interrupting what could have been.

“You’re making spaghetti?” She stood on her tiptoes to peek over my shoulder and I nodded. “If I’d gotten home sooner I could’ve helped you.” She somewhat whined as her shoulders sank in disappointment.

“You’ve been cooking all day; and I wanted to make dinner for you.” She spent the previous two weeks tweaking recipes so they could be produced in larger quantities for catering events and I knew she had to be somewhat burned out on cooking.

“You do make a delicious pasta sauce. . .” She somewhat gave in and I gave her another quick kiss before she rushed upstairs to change. By the time she returned, dinner was ready and waiting on the table.

“Thank you for making dinner.” She smiled at me as we both sat down.

“It brought back some memories.” I admitted and her smile turned into an ear to ear grin. “I didn’t hand pick the tomatoes or cook it on a stove in a Tuscan villa, but hopefully it’s just as good.” During our last night in Tuscany we had a romantic spaghetti dinner that we picked vegetables for and I somehow convinced her to let me cook for her. It had been a fitting end to our time there before the second half of our honeymoon in Venice.

I anxiously waited for the verdict as she leaned over her plate and took a bite. “It’s just as delicious as it was then.” She smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction from her praise. I joined her in sampling the sauce and several minutes of contented silence passed before she inquired about my day.

“Did you have a lot of patients today?” She asked as she twirled some spaghetti onto her fork.

“About the same as I usually do.” I looked down at my plate before continuing, knowing that what I told her next would make me revisit a part of my day I didn’t really want to. “I did receive an interesting call though. . .” The sudden halt of her twirling fork was enough to tempt me to glance up at her and she raised her eyebrow, coaxing me to continue. “Mom called me.”

Her head snapped back a little. “At work?”

I nodded. “I was just as surprised as you are.” Mom never called me when I was working, and just like Steph, it had made me worry. “She wanted to ask me something and it was important enough that she wanted to ask as soon as possible.”

“What did she ask you?”

George - Chapter Twenty Two: Once in a Lifetime - Part Two

I've included the song that inspired this chapter, which, like many songs for George's story, is a Michael Bolton song (I guess George is a fan. lol!)

 ****Steph****

Saturday, August 28th

I woke up on the morning of our wedding and knew from the barely visible light coming through the curtains that it was still very early. The time on the clock confirmed it and I mumbled as I rolled over on my side and tried to go back to sleep, but the excitement I felt kept that from happening. My feet started to involuntarily flip up and down and I realized that I was biting my lip and I laughed at myself.

"George would be laughing at me right now." I said to myself and I realized at that moment how much I missed him. I missed feeling him next to me, waking up to his arm wrapped around my waist, to him greeting me good morning by calling me Sunshine. . .It was all too much; the excitement, missing him, the longing for him. . .I jumped out of bed and found some running clothes hoping that if I could get in a run it would take some of the edge off. I quickly pulled my hair back and quietly made my way down the back staircase.

As I neared the kitchen I heard voices and found myself chuckling as I remembered that no one in that house slept late. I walked into the kitchen and saw Grandpa Chuck, Uncle Charlie, and Aunt Kate who all looked shocked to see me.

"What are you doing up? And are you going for a run?" Aunt Kate asked me.

"I couldn't sleep anymore and I have to do something or I'll go crazy, so yes, I'm going for a run." I smiled at them and they all shook their heads.

"Did you sleep well?" Grandpa Chuck wondered as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

"Pretty good; I don't sleep well the first night in a different place anyway, add that to what today is. . .I slept as well as I expected to."

"Well, you should probably get movin' if you want to get that run in. If Charlotte isn't up by the time you get back we'll grab some pots and pans and bang on them until she comes out." I laughed at the picture of Uncle Charlie scrounging up pots and pans and leading an assault on Charlotte's room.

"I can just imagine how happy that would make Charlotte." We all chuckled and I waved as I walked outside and looked around as I stretched. My eyes quickly looked across the street and I smiled as I looked at George's old house. I thought back to the first moment that I saw it and the ginormous ranch that I now stood outside of. It amazed me how much my life had changed in the eight months since that Christmas. I had been accepted by a wonderful family, which had always been one of my dreams; but after twenty one years of not having anything close to that, I had begun to believe that it would never happen. That had all changed last Christmas when I had first laid eyes on the ranch and George's old house. 

I began to run in the opposite direction of Bridge's house, not wanting to take the chance that I might see George as I ran past the small dirt road that led to her house, and my thoughts wandered to him. We had only known each other for ten months, had only really started to get to know each other in the last eight, but even after those eight short months, there was no way I could imagine my life without him. 

Although, if someone had told me the night that we first saw each other that I had met my future husband, I would have thought they were an idiot. Not the superhero guy, the guy who mysteriously appeared out of the shadows of a dark alley to "save" me. Not the guy who stood against the wall at parties as he watched and analyzed people. But as I kept running I realized that as I looked back even to those first times that we ran into each other, that there had been something there, as Grandpa Chuck had put it the night before, there had been a spark; and after last night I knew just how much George and I owed to Charlotte, Trev, and also Grandma Amanda for helping George and I get to this day.

I turned another corner and continued to think about George and how we had gotten to this day when the sight of someone running toward me stopped me in my tracks and I shook my head. . .

George - Chapter Twenty Two: Once in a Lifetime - Part One

OMG! I'm so sorry this took so long to publish!!! I am so particular about wedding chapters and I finally feel like this one is ready. Thank God!!! Lol!

I've split it into two parts because this is George, and he likes to talk, and he was very particular about what could be cut from this chapter. Plus, there's a ton of pictures. I took over 1,000 just for this chapter (I might have a picture taking problem).

Anyway, without further ado, I finally present to you, George and Steph's wedding. Hope you enjoy and that it was worth the really long wait!

♥Sandybeachgirl♥

****Steph****

“I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to find a dress that’s exactly what I’m looking for.” I lamented as Charlotte and I stood in a dressing room at the bridal shop. “I’m having fun but none of the ones I’ve tried on has given me the feeling that you had when you first put on your dress.”

She sweetly smiled and put a hand on my arm. “We’ll find it! It took me how many dresses to find ‘the one?’”

I chuckled. “I think it was ten. . .I lost count after the sixth one.” I kidded.

“Haha! It was nine.” She smiled again. “You've only tried on three dresses so don't lose hope. I’m convinced that somewhere in this store the right dress is waiting for you to find it.” She turned around and started looking through the dresses that the consultant had picked out. “Once you find your dress, what else do you need to do?"

"Oh my. . ." I sighed. "Well, there's the invitations, the flowers; which one of the magazines you gave me had some great ideas. . ."  She turned around and smiled at me before scanning the dresses again. "There's the food, the decorations; it's almost overwhelming."

"Well at least you know the when and where" She turned around and held up a dress for me to inspect and I shook my head. 

"That was the easy part, it didn't take us long to make the decision to have it in Appaloosa and at the end of August. With his work schedule picking up after that and with Ethan and I starting the catering business around the same time, it just made sense to have it sooner rather than later. Plus, I don't think George would have agreed to waiting; not that I would want to either."

She laughed and pulled out another dress that had the lace detail and form that I had wanted. I nodded and as we continued to talk about the wedding, Charlotte helped me out of one dress and into the other.

"With the wedding being at the ranch, though, you won't have to worry too much, right?"

"That's true. I talked to your Mom and Aunt Kate the other day and they already knew who to call for food and decorations. If it wasn't for them, and you, I think I just might start freaking out." I admitted the last part as she fastened the last button on the new dress and as she walked around to face me, her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I think you might freak out when you see this dress. . ." I tried to turn around to look in the mirror but she stopped me before I could. "Oh no! You need to go out and see it for the first time in the big mirrors." She opened the dressing room door and as I stepped out a mile wide grin spread across the consultant's lips and she nodded at Charlotte who had the same grin on her face. I started to comment on it when I caught the first glimpse of the dress in the large mirrors.

"Oh my. . ." I breathed in and held my breath as I stood staring at myself in what I realized then would be my wedding dress. I had seen that happen to Charlotte when she tried on her dress; from the moment she had seen herself in it, she had known she had found the dress. 

Valentine's Day Special - The Not Newlywed Game

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!!! I had to do something special for this day of love; and what better way then to get some couples together? For this game, I've enlisted the main couples from Listening, Ray, and Back to Life to play a little game. . .a Not Newlywed Game. . .hope you enjoy!

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Stew Winkler: Welcome back to another episode of the Not Newlywed Game. Let's meet today's contestants.

Announcer: Our first couple recently got engaged and are excited to be planning their wedding! He's a grief psychologist from Appaloosa, she's a possible soon-to-be caterer from Lucky Palms. . .Let's welcome, George Davila and Steph Hathaway!

*Applause from the crowd*

Announcer: Next we have the newly dating couple who have known each other their whole lives! He's a political science major from Appaloosa, she's a interior design major also from Appaloosa. . .Let's welcome, Jeff Hobble and Star Randall!

*Applause from the audience*

Announcer: Our last couple isn't even dating yet, but that hasn't stopped them from joining us on the Not Newlywed Game! He's a pro-football quarterback from Appaloosa, she's a sports journalist from Bridgeport. . .Let's welcome, Trevor Davila and Pamela Haines.

*Applause from the crowd*

Stew: Now that we've welcomed our couples, let's go over the rules. . .

Pamela: Umm. . .Stew is it?

Stew: Yes?

Pamela: I umm. . .think there's been some kind of mistake. *motions back and forth with her hands between her and Trev* We're not even dating. . .Let alone we barely talk to each other.

Trev: That'll make it even more fun! *laughter from the audience*

*Pamela chuckles uncomfortably*

Pamela: No, really. . .Trev, this can't go well.

Trev: But if we win, our chapter gets published first. . .

Pamela: *looks at Stew* Really?

Stew: That's right Pamela! There will be two rounds with three questions each, for each question answered correctly, your team receives a point. There's a bonus question at the end where you can determine the points you want to risk, and the team with the most points at the end, gets their chapter/chapters posted first.

George: Chapters? I'm only aware of one for us. . .

Steph: That might have something to do with the fact that someone likes to talk and ours end up being longer.

*Jeff, Star, and Trev laugh as Pam looks confused.*

Pamela: I'm sorry, but do you know these people? *Pam looks at Trev*

Trev: Oh!

Stew: Well, as Trev explains who everyone is, let's hear a word from our Sponsor. . .

Announcer: The Sims - A highly addictive game where you can control computer generated characters and make up crazy stories for them.  Back to you Stew!

Stew: All right, so now that everyone's caught up. . .*looks at Pam and she nods* Let's start the first round. Ladies you'll be answering the questions and writing down your answers on the cards in front of you. Gentleman, you should write down the answer that you think your partner will write down. First question ladies, where were you the first time you saw your partner?

George - Chapter Twenty One: I Promise You

Some NSFW pics

This chapter, like many before it, was inspired by a specific song. I've provided it here for you to enjoy while you read.   Long chapter, lots of pictures. . .It's what I do. Lol!

Thanks so much for reading!

****George****

As we stood watching the different sizes and colors of luggage travel along the belt at the baggage claim, I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried about ours. The sooner I had it back in my possession and able to check its contents, the better. When I had originally planned out this week, I hadn’t taken into account how I would get the most important item there without her knowing. I couldn’t keep it in a pocket or carry on thanks to airport screening which left me with only one option, putting it in the luggage.

Everything about getting it there had been stressful; as we packed I had placed it in the suitcase after I was sure that she had packed everything, and of course, she immediately had gone to open the bag again to place something else in it. I thought back to that moment and how I had held my breath and prayed that she wouldn’t open that one section. Once she had finally zipped the bag back up and left the bedroom I had let out a sigh of relief. The worry over her finding it in the bag had now been replaced with fear of the luggage being lost on our way there.

So there I stood, at the baggage claim in Paradise Island, praying the next bag that came around the curve happened to be ours. I intently stared at each bag and startled when a hand touched my arm.

“You know, they say a watched kettle never boils. . .” She joked and I jerked my head to look at her and she jumped a little. “Are you always so stressed about finding your luggage?” She joked again. If she had only known the item that I had placed in there, she wouldn’t have joked about it. 

I tried to smile. “It’s just that we’ve seen some of these bags before and I’m starting to wonder why it’s taking so long for ours. . .Trev already has his.” I looked over at Trev. His bag had been one of the first to come down the line and he had moved off to the side to get out of other people’s way. 

“Hmmm. . .well, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait much longer. . .” I turned to quickly look at her and she pointed down the way at our bag. I impatiently waited for it to come slowly down the belt to where we stood and snatched it up the first moment I could reach for it. We walked over to where Trev had moved to and I couldn’t believe my luck when Steph whispered to me that she needed to use the restroom. I waited until she had gone inside before I made a mad dash to open the suitcase.

George - Chapter Twenty: New Beginnings

****Some possible NSFW pics. ****

****George****

I stood in the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t usually stress over what to wear, but today was a big day; it was my first day of work at the hospital. I had always tried to dress professionally when I worked at my practice in Appaloosa, but I could have dressed however I liked since it was my own. With now working for someone and meeting with patients who didn’t know me, I felt I needed to make sure I was presentable. I was finally satisfied with the image that stared back at me and I opened the bathroom door. The sight I saw made me smile; Steph had woken up and was cooking us breakfast.

“You don’t have to cook breakfast.” I tried to reason with her.

“Nonsense! It’s your first day! You can’t go to work hungry.” She argued. 

“But you worked last night.” 

“So.” She stopped what she was doing and turned around. “You can stop trying to convince me to not make you breakfast, it’s not going to work.” She said and smiled at me.

I laughed and decided to make us some tea while she finished cooking. 

“Are you nervous?” She asked as we sat down to eat.

“A little.” I admitted. “But also excited.” 

“You’ll be great!” She enthused.

George - Chapter Nineteen: Welcome Home

Three days had passed since I had interviewed for the job at the hospital. I hadn’t expected to hear anything immediately following it, but as the days went by I found that I was more and more anxious about hearing from them. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted the job until I told Steph about it and once I realized it, I had trouble thinking about much else.

One thing that helped keep my mind occupied was packing. I had returned again to Appaloosa to finish packing up the last of my stuff. The next time I returned to Bridgeport it was for good. Steph, Ethan, and Charlotte were coming in two days to help pack the last little bit of my things and then the next day my stuff was going in storage at Bridgeport until the new apartment was ready. We still had at least two weeks before we could move in; in the meantime, I was going to be staying at Steph’s place. As I was finishing packing up a box, I heard my phone ring. I hurried over to answer it but was baffled by who it was. I didn’t recognize the number but it had the same area code as Bridgeport and even though I normally didn’t answer numbers I didn’t recognize, I chose to this time.

“Hello?”

“Dr. Davila?”

George - Chapter Fifteen: A Constant Voice

I've pretty much stopped giving language warnings, but half of this chapter is from Trev's point of view and he is a fan of very colorful language. Just wanted to warn readers in case it offends some people. :)

****Trev****

I was aware that I was surrounded by a blinding white light.  That was all I knew. I didn’t remember anything before that. There was no noise, just this really annoying light everywhere.

“What the hell!” I complained as I circled around staring into. . .the same God damn white light. “Hello? Is anyone there? What the hell is going on?!”

I heard a noise behind me and I turned around. “Hello? Who’s there?” I squinted, and for a moment I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The light seemed to dim slightly and in front of me was a blank screen. “I don’t know what stupid ass trick someone’s pulling on me but it’s not fucking  funny.” At that very second the screen flickered on. There was no picture, just more white. “Damn it! Charlotte? George? Are you guys playing a trick on me?” I asked as I turned to look behind me but there was still a blinding light surrounding me. The only thing visible was the screen. 

I heard a crackle and turned around. The screen came to life with what looked like a waterfall and I instantly recognized it. It was Cinnamon Crest Falls back in Appaloosa.

“What the. . .” The image on the screen fast forwarded through town till it arrived at Mom’s house. But it looked different. The bushes weren’t as big as they are now and the house overall looked newer. I watched as the image fast forwarded again as it went through the front door and up the stairs, eventually turning into what was now the music room. But what I saw when the door opened wasn’t musical instruments, it was a nursery and my heart stopped beating when I saw who was in there.

Dad. He was standing by the windows with his back to me. “DAD!!!” I called out to him but he didn’t turn around. “DAAAD!!” 

He turned a little but didn’t turn completely around. I could tell then that he was holding something, but I couldn’t quite make it out. It was then that I realized that I was now in the nursery.

“How the hell. . .?” I turned around and saw a screen but this time it was showing the place with the blinding white light. It was like I had traveled through the screen into the nursery. I was baffled how that had happened but I was more interested in the fact that I was now in the same place that Dad was. “DAD!!”

He still didn’t turn around but I heard him say something. “So, what do you think, Trev? You think we’ll play a couple of football games in the yard someday?”

“What?! What the hell are you talking about?!”

He turned completely around and looked at what he was holding. “Maybe you’ll even play high school ball like your old man.” I watched as the boy looked up at Dad and smiled. 

“This is fucking insane!” I yelled as I watched Dad continue to talk and play with me as a toddler. “I must have drunk too much last night.” I closed my eyes and tried to pinch myself, hoping that when I opened my eyes that I would be lying in my bed. 

I slowly opened my eyes and grunted at what I saw. “UGH!!! Not again!!!” I was back where the blinding white light was. The screen in front of me fast forwarded again through some things with Dad and me but I didn’t remember them . I eventually did start recognizing things though. The time dad and I played catch at the falls, Dad and me fishing during one of our vacations, Dad and me entering the pie eating contest. . .it all flashed across the screen and I watched as I got bigger and he got older.