"Okay," he says. "Let's go upstairs." He suggests, nodding toward the stairs.

"Okay, sure." I say and follow him up the stairs to the second floor.

"Alright, so what happened last night?" He asks as he sits down on the edge of his bed. I sit down next to him and begin explaining the whole story of my brother mother dying. I explain how she always told me she would never call me anything other than what she named me.

"Wow, I am so sorry." He says when I finish. He sighs then he looks me in the eye. It looks as if he has just realized something. "So when I called you Charlotte last night, that's how this started?" He asks, looking a bit mystified. I nod, and now, with that answer, he slams his fist on the night stand right beside his bed and gets up. "Man, I am such a jerk." he mutters pacing back and forth.

"No, Trystan, stop. You didn't know. Just stop." I say getting frustrated, and walk out of the room, down to the living room where the kids are playing.

"Charlie!" I'm greeted by Eli and Aiden as I sit down on the floor with them.

"Hey, guys," I respond to them, and Jessalee, Penelope, and Tierney come crawling over to me as fast as their little legs can carry them. "Hi, girls!" I say enthusiastically and get a couple of babies' gurgles in response. "Oh yeah?" I challenge with a smirk. Penelope climbs onto my lap and pulls on my hair. "Excuse me? Just what do you think you're doing little missy?" I tease, tickling her. She let's go of my hair and erupts into a giggling fit. She falls off of my lap in the midst of her little fit, and I reach out tl catch her before her tiny, petite head touches the floor. "Caught you!" I exclaim and she smiles her adorable smile. "Super baby!" I sing whilst running around the living room with Penelope in my arms outstretched above me head. I glance over at the other side of the room and I see Jessalee and Tierney climbing the stairs. I quickly but carefully put the still giggling Penelope down and run swiftly over to Jessalee and Tierney. "You naughty girls, you can't be climbing the stairs. That's dangerous." I say as I pick them up -one in each arm- from the stair and carry them over to where Penelope is now playing with their colorful foam building blocks. "There you go, play for a little bit. I'll be back." I promise and blow them kisses.

As I turn around and head toward the kitchen where I assume Jolie is, I see Trystan turn around to face the kitchen with a smirk on his face. He was watching me.