"What did you graduate in?" Jillian took hold of one of the hands that had been waving around as Junior told her story and held it in her lap. She had guessed that the story didn't have a happy ending and wanted to offer as much comfort as possible.


"Why is that important to the story?"


"It's not, I just want to know."


"I have a degree in Engineering."


Jillian rolled her eyes and laughed. "Figures. Go on with your story."


"Avery came by one day to visit me and ran into Quinton. After a long talk, Quinton was made more than aware that there would be no inheritance in his future and that Avery didn't want anything to do with him or his mother."


"How was he going to get around the inheritance issue?"


"He doesn't have to now. The law changed recently, but before then it was easy. When I was ready he gave me a really swell birthday present one year."


Jillian pinched her again when Junior stopped. "Tell me."


"I think I'm going to like having you around." They kissed one more time before the story continued. "He gave me Baxter Oil Company. As revenge Quinton took something from me, or should I say someone. I met a girl named Susan in college and for the first time in my life I was in love. And, Susan loved me not because I was Avery Baxter, but just because of me. She came from a strict religious family that lived not to far from here, but she was willing to go against all that and follow her heart. Don't get me wrong Susan was gay and wanted to be happy but I think she was more afraid of her father than anything else. In one afternoon Quinton managed to talk her not only into not wanting to see me again but eventually into marrying him."


"I'm sorry."


"Why? I'm not. I don't think things would have lasted between us if after one measly little talk she never wanted to see me again. What Susan and I had was something, but it wasn't love. When Maria told me she and Quinton had gotten into a car accident, as cold as it sounds, I didn't really feel anything. I'm afraid I have a bit of my father in me in that they both were dead to me a long time ago."


"When was the last time you saw them?" Jillian had put her head on Junior's shoulder glad that she had trusted her with this story.


"I settled with him for what he thought he had coming to him about eight years ago."


"But I thought you said you owned the company outright?


"I'm the major shareholder yes, but I didn't have time to hang around in court in a case I would eventually win. It was more about time economics more than anything else. Back then I was working in Venezuela developing a large track of leases. A big check made him go away with a promise not to come back."


"And that was the last time?"


"Until now. I guess I'll get stuck with burying the two of them and seeing about their kids."


"Where are they now?"


"They are staying with Maria for now. I asked if I could have until tomorrow to deal with it, after I talked with my father."


"Want me to come with you tomorrow?"


"No, you have a new job to deal with and the boss is a real bear. Though I don't expect to see you until you give the old job your two week notice."


They drove back to the city after promising both Avery and Minnie they would be back for a visit before the end of the month. The return trip was different in that they maintained some sort of physical contact all the way back. Junior left for her office armed with all of Jillian's numbers, promising to use them the next day as soon as her meeting was over.


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"Who is she exactly?"


"She's your aunt, and the person your mother wanted you to stay with if something happened to her." Maria sat in her living room talking to nine year old Bailey. In one of the spare bedrooms she had put Bailey's little brother and sister down for a nap. The attorney had gotten them from the babysitter Susan had left in charge the night she and Quinton went out. It was starting to worry her that Bailey hadn't cried once since finding out both her parents would not be coming back.


"Is she nice?"


"You are going to find that Junior is one of the sweetest people you will ever get to meet, so I think you, Emmett and Kristen will be fine."


"What's her name again?" The child had never once looked Maria in the eye since getting there and it was starting to unnerve her a little. Maria felt like she was being cross examined with the litany of questions the kid had, but understood why they were being brought up before Junior arrived.


"Her full name is Avery Baxter but everyone calls her Junior."


"My father didn't like her you know?"


"I'm sure he didn't, but I want you to give Junior a chance before you take what your father felt to heart. Do you think you can do that?"


Bailey looked up for the first time and nodded her head. Maria could see so much of her mother in her while the other two had been a surprise. Quinton had been the image of his own mother with his raven black hair, brown eyes and short stature. His two youngest children seemed to have inherited all the Baxter genes that their father missed out on, leaving only the oldest looking like Susan.


They both heard the car pull into the drive and a door softly close a minute later. The fact it took the doorbell so long to chime meant Junior was outside building up her courage. Bailey went back to looking out the window while Maria got up to answer the door. In the time Maria was gone, Bailey made a decision for her and her siblings and was determined to see that it worked. Her mother was gone so that left her in charge of Emmett and Kristen; Susan would have wanted it that way.


"Bailey, this is Junior." Maria was surprised by what happened next considering the child's demeanor since she had arrived.


"Hello, I'm Bailey Baxter and my brother, sister and I are packed and ready to go. If you want I'll help you bring the stuff out. Thank you so much Miss Maria for having us over but we'll get going now. Are you ready?" Bailey shook Junior's hand and walked out of the room to get her bags. Two baffled women remained standing in the foyer of Maria's home wondering what had just happened. One thought she was here to make plans for the kids' care and the other was trying to smooth the way for Junior to accept the responsibility.


Twenty minutes later Junior was sitting at home listening to a nine year old on the proper maintenance and care of her ten month old little sister. The adult holding the baby sat listening to the miniature child expert, nodding while the little voice in her head was going ballistic. Junior, get up and run out the door. Just put the kid down and run. You know nothing about raising children and you are too old to learn now, and don't give me any shit about not being quite forty yet. You know oil, Junior, not diapers.


"We need to make a run to the grocery before we run out of diapers and baby formula. You want to make the list or do you want me to do it?"


"Um…" Junior noticed that the kid she was holding had just spit up on her jeans.


"I'll do it and stop bouncing her like that, it's what makes her spit up."


"Ok. Could you hold her a minute while I use the phone?"


"Sure but don't take too long, we have to go to the store."


Junior handed Kristen over and walked out of the room in a daze. That kid, Bailey had been calling the shots since she had walked into her house and Junior needed to take a break. Sitting behind the desk in her study, Junior dialed Maria's number.


"Hello, Junior, how's it going?"


"I hate caller id. Listen to me Maria, I know this is some sort of joke you are pulling on me and I would like it to stop now. I have baby spit up on my pants, and some weirdly mature kid making me a grocery list. There isn't anyone else that wants them?"


"Do you really want Susan's sister taking them? The last I heard she had five of her own and they were all living in a trailer."


"You are full of shit and your pool will be full of frogs before week's end for getting me into this hell."

"Junior, I did not leave you three children."


"No, you didn't, but I have a sinking feeling you talked her into this. Didn't you?"


"My doorbells ringing, Junior, I have to hang up." Junior looked at the phone like it was going to come alive and tell her what to do next. But it wasn't the phone talking; it was Bailey at the door telling her it was time to go to the grocery store.


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"How did it go today?"


"I am so not cut out for this."


"Avery, honey, you are going to be great. Just give yourself a chance. When it gets bad just think about what those children are going through and the fact you are all they have left." Jillian had waited until nine before calling. It was either call or drive over to the address Junior had given her.


"I missed you today." For some strange reason Junior wanted more than anything to start crying. Good lord, it's worse than I thought. Junior, you usually make other people cry.


"That's why I'm calling you." Jillian's voice sounded so soothing after listening to crying and baby talk all day.


"Because I missed you?" Junior didn't see the eye roll at her question from Jillian. On her end Jillian was thinking that Junior, for as good-looking and confident as she looked, was really just a nerd.


"No, silly, because I missed you too."