The dinner was a funny mess.Our Parents got drunk off of Champagne and started to talk about their "Younger Days".Easton and Asher got into a heated argument about Batman vs. Captain America.Stella and I were gossiping about stupid rumors that happened throughout the school year, but we were tipsy so it kinda of sounded like we were whining about them.Easton and Asher had to carry Stella and I home since we could barely stand up.In actuality we probably looked hilarious while we were leaving the restaurant.But within our circle, you can tell that the boys were frustrated because they had to take care of four drunk girls."Remind me never to drink again" I say as I wake up the next morning with hangover. He turns his head away from the television and looks at my exhausted facial expression with a frown."I told you not to drink the champagne" he says with a shrug before he gets up and walking into his bathroom"I didn't think it would be that strong" I say as he walks out of his

I wish I knew where we were going so that I could be as excited as she is.-"Where are we?" I ask Stella as she pulls into an empty parking lot, I look up at the large white building and stare at it in confusion.It looks empty."When you walk inside, take the elevator up onto the roof" she says before she unlocks the car door.As soon as I step out of the car, she drives away which makes me look at her car in confusion since I can't see her.I swear, if I get killed or kidnapped here I'm going to be royally pissed at her.I slowly make my way towards the building before I pull open the large glass doors.I expected it to be locked.I walk around the dimly lit lobby in search of anyone, but I soon find out that it's void of anybody.I walk towards the elevator and press the top button before waiting for the doors to open. I jump back a little when I see a middle aged man in a black and white suit that has a cloth balanced on his wrist standing in the corner of the elevator.A Butler?

6 Years Later"Mommy, Where do babies come from?" My four year old daughter asksShit.I thought I had a couple more years to prepare for this question.I place the knife down that I was using to cut open a package of meat and turn around so that I'm facing the innocent four year old.She has my long brown hair, but she has Easton's grey eyes.This little bundle of joy is Katie Marie Hayes.After Easton and I graduated, we got married a month later.She was created that night.Plus after that night I craved a lot of ketchup, to the point where Easton was concerned that our baby would end up looking like a tomato but his love for me never faltered.Nine months later I got to hold her in my arms for the first time while Easton cried in the seat next to me from happiness and shock.When he finally stopped crying enough to be able to hold her, he was mesmerized.That same night Mrs. Hayes, Stella and Asher stopped by so that they could meet her.Mrs. Hayes cried and hugged me while congra