I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh every day of my life -- Summer 2017

I looked up and saw Tommy, rolling my eyes.  "Way to be the last person awake, there," I said, smirking at his bedhead.  I started to pile food onto my plate and we all started to chow down.  There were barely any manners.

We were all being polite and whatnot.  I was rather surprised.  "So... what brought you to our place?" I asked Daphne, wanting to get some details.  If I was going to vent to Ally and everyone else about her being there, I needed details.

I gave Sedona a warning look, just because I knew ho wmy daughter could get -- she was just lik eher mother after all.  I did nto say anything, but continued to eat.  I just made sure that no one was going to start anything.  The Haven was quickly becoming a halfway house to all the wayward children in the lives of my own children.  Which that was okay... I was glad that they were okay with coming here, though.  It made me quite happy to know that they were comfortable at my house.

"She was probably sneaking over to snog Stan," I joked, dumping ketchup onto my scrambled eggs.

I nearly started choking on my orange juice.  "No, that is definitely not the reason," I said quicklly not wanting their dad to think tat.  "Just issues at home..."

I smirked, loving how Tommy bought that up.  "Oh, I'm sure that wasn't hte initial reason for ocming... but I doubt that it did not happen," I said to the table, stuffing my face with some eggs.

I rolled my eyes at Ryan and Tommy.  "Of course you two would bring up snogging at the breakfast table," I said, sighing, though I was lad that we were getting along.  There were quite a few dynamics in this house.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.  "There was no snogging involved," I muttered, trying to hide behind the cup of juice I brought to my lips,b ut knowing that I was failing.

I could see that this topic was going to pick up steam just by the way Ryan and Tommy were looking.  "Alright, no 'snog talking' at the table, kids," I said, trying to stop this from getting out of hand.

I grinned.  "Dean, you're normally so cool," I said, being sarcastic towards him.  I knew taht I could get away with saying things like that.  Dean loved me like a son... something I loved.

I could not help but chuckle slightly at Winters' sarcasm towards Mr. Black.  I was not as comfortable to calling him by his first name as Winters clearly was.  "No, I think I agree with Mr. Black with the no snog talk at the table," I said, not really wanting to get into that.

I laughed at my dad being addressed so formally.  "Turner, if you're eating breakfast here... call him by his first name.  Right Dad?" I asked, wanting to double check.

I rolled my eyes, but stayed silent, letting dad answer for himself.  This was going to get interesting fast.

I sighed.  "You can call me whatever you feel comfortable calling me," I assured Daphne.  I looked at the younger boys.  "You two need to behave."

I held up my hands innocently.  "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, shaking my head and taking another bite of my eggs.