Now that Cage is living in his house out in the country, instead of his apartment here in town. I can't drop the puppies off with him anymore while Knox and Kohl are at school and I'm at work. Luckily for me though Muddy and Buddy are pretty well trained from when we first got them.o

I no longer have to overly worry about them using that bathroom all over the house.

I decided it would be fine for the puppies to stay at home by themselves, and I will just come home around lunch to let them out then go back to work. We'll see how that goes after New Year when it's time for the twins to go back to school.

Knox and Kohl talked me into having a New Year's Eve party at my house and I'm allowing them one friend. It won't be much of a party but there is no way I am having a bunch of kids over at my house and letting them get jacked up on sugar until midnight. Dealing with three kids is more than enough for me. Plus Cage and his friends are coming over and they like to act like children too. At least I can count on Quinn and Noah to help me watch all the children.

I already have all of the snacks out, except for the stuff that needs to stay refrigerated.

There's a variety of cookies, cupcakes, and cakes. Also sodas for the boys and alcohol for the adults which I will be skipping tonight. Someone has to stay sober and keep an eye on everyone. However I am more than happy to stay sober I'm not much of a drinker, not even when I turned twenty-one. I didn't even go out during that birthday, partially cause I didn't want to be the town's latest gossip the next day, mostly though I just didn't want to go out. Me not being a big drinker was the reason, which has nothing to do with being a mom now, I just never really liked alcohol.

I hear the front door open and peek around into the living and spot Quinn coming my way with Noah right behind her.

She's wearing the dress a gave to her a few days ago and just like I thought it looks amazing on her. It's a floor-length light blue dress with cap sleeves and has a sliver now belt. Going off the number of times I have caught Noah with his attention on her since they walked into my house I can tell he thinks she looks beautiful as well.

"Quinn you look gorgeous!" I pull her into a quick hug and then do the same with Noah.

"So do you as always."

I look down at my chunky sweater, pajama pants, and ugg boot, then look back up at her like yeah right.

"Oh come on you can pull off anything, so yes you look gorgeous in your pajamas."

"How have you been Noah?"

I haven't seen Noah since he watched the twins for Cage and I, normally we don't go that long without seeing each other, but we have both been super busy. Though you would figure with how tiny our town is we would have run into each other eventually but we haven't.

"Doing good. Tattoo shop has been getting a lot more business lately, can't complain though better than how business was when I first opened up shop."

When Noah first moved to town five years ago and opened up a tattoo shop, he didn't get much business. Most of the people in town that a tattoo shop would bring some unsavory people to town. I think they just thought biker gangs would come here to Rushmore. Which they have not, I don't think Rushmore, Montana is on everyone's bucket lists of places to see.

"Not surprising at all you are so good at what you do, you know if I wasn't so afraid of needles I would let you tattoo me," I tell him.

After I speak the twins come rushing into the kitchen with Sam hot on their heels, once they catch sight of Noah it is like Quinn and I are not even here.

"Uncle Noah!" Knox and Kohl both rush forward and hug him tightly.

"Sup little dudes you guys having fun?" Noah fist bumps them both after they release him.

Noah has been in Knox and Kohl's life since they were two years old. He was a big help with them both. It was such a relief having him and my parents helping hand. Noah asked every day how I was doing and how the twins were doing, just that alone would have been appreciated. It means a lot to just have someone ask how you are doing who genuinely cares about the answer.

Five years later and Noah is Knox and Kohl's favorite person ever.

"So much fun! Mom's actually allowing us to stay up until midnight which she never lets us do! Oh and don't forget all of the sugar," Knox is practically bouncing off the walls from said sugar.

"Yeah you have to try these chocolate caramel chip cookies they are so good!" Kohl grabs one off a plate and shoves it in Noah's face.

Well like mother like son.

Noah leans back so the cookie isn't in his face, then he grabs it out of Kohl's hand and takes a bite.

"Mmm you were right Kohl these are so good, which one is your favorite Sam?"

Noah seeing that Sam standing back quietly tries to bring him into the conversation. I look over to Quinn and see her with a soft smile on her face that's for the kids and Noah, though she'll never admit it's for Noah.

"You want a drink, Quinn?"

She looks away from Noah and the kids almost looking at me like she didn't realize I was still here.

"Yes, please."

I walk over to where the alcohol is stashed in a cupboard, just cause I know the boys' won't touch it doesn't mean it isn't a good idea to leave it out. Plus some of the bottles could be mistaken for a kids drink and I don't want that to happen.

I get her a mason jar for a cup, add some ice, and then I start to go through the bottles of alcohol I bought just yesterday for new year's eve.

Remembering a drink I saw online somewhere just recently I get my blender out from the pantry. After it's plugged in of course, cause I have forgotten to do that once or twice but who hasn't? I dump the ice into the blender that I just put in the mason jar. Then to that, I add sour apple vodka, sprite green apple jolly ranchers, after it is blended up like a slushy I blend in some blue raspberry jolly ranches until they look like tiny flecks throughout the mix. I smash some green and blue jolly ranchers, up get the rim of the jar wet from lemon juice so the smashed jolly ranchers will stick to it.

Once I'm happy with the result of the rim I pour in the mix, add a straw, and present to Quinn like she just one something on a fame show.

"Tada," I do jazz hands towards the drink, making Quinn laugh.

"Very beautiful but does it taste good is the question we all are wanting to ask," Quinn holds her hand up like she's talking into a mic, she picks up the drink with her other hand and examines it from all sides.

"Okay everyone it is the perfect ratio of green to blue on the rim and has just the right amount of blue jolly rancher flecks throughout the drink. Now let's have a drink and see Rory has what it takes to make it to the final round!" Quinn wraps her lips around the straw and drinks, completely emotionless.

I cross my fingers on both hands like this drink has the ability to make or break me like it really does determine if I'm going to the finals. For extra dramatics, I tilt my head up to the sky praying to God that my drink has what it takes.

"And she's going to the finals, everyone!"

We both turn our heads to the right when we hear clapping, Cage, Xavier, and Jett are standing there clapping loudly, Xavier even whistles.

Quinn and I both burst out laughing, I lean on her for support which wasn't a good idea to lean on someone who is about to fall over themselves. We both go tumbling down to the floor which makes us laugh harder.

"I- I di-didn't even sp-spill my drink!" Quinn somehow chokes out during her laughing fit.

"Okay, how much have you both had to drink?"

I look up and see Cage standing over me with his hand out to help me up, always such the gentleman. I take his hand then help Quinn up.

"Hey don't look at me. I only supply the stuff," I hold my hands up with an I'm innocent expression on my face.

"One drink, well more like one sip."

"So you're just drunk off life?" Xavier asks.

"Yes, person I don't know."

Noah and the boys come into the kitchen at that time, Knox takes it upon himself to introduce everyone.

"That's uncle Xavier and that's uncle Everett but he likes to be called Rett instead. This is uncle Noah he's cooler than you both and this is Aunt Quinn," Knox points to each of them, just for extra measures.

"Hear that Cage? I'm uncle Xavier now!" Xavier has a big smile on his face just from being called uncle. "Just for that, I'll forget how you just said I wasn't cool again. This is the last time though buddy."

"This is Sam the boys' best friend, he's a little shy," I ruffle his hair and the boy srunches his nose, but doesn't comment.

He hates his hair being ruffled as much as the twins do, they put up with it once in a awhile. Like once every six months.

All three guys give the kid some form of greeting

"Let's get this new year's eve party started!"

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