Years passed and the two couples were joined by another. Zac had fallen head over heals for a girl that was so simple that he barley noticed her the first time he had seen her. She was small and thin and she worked at a library.

She had spoken to Zac once and he knew that he was in love with her. She was incredibly smart and talented which endeared him to her even faster. They married a short time later.

It had been close to ten years since Taylor was married to Mary, seven since Zac had gotten married and they all had their own legions of children.

“Hey, Sabrina?” Mary said one day while they were in the supermarket each with a baby on their hips.

“Yeah… Oh, Mary, nice to see you? How is everything?” she asked smiling.

“Oh, great. Things are wonderful. Christopher is having his birthday party next week.”

“Ninth?”

“Yeah.”

“Isaac had mentioned something about that the other day. We’re going to be there.”

“Good.”

“You know what would be nice?” she laughed.

“What?”

“I think we all…the parents…should get together one night and just be adults.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful.”

“Yes, that would.”

“How about next Monday we all get together at our house? We all can leave our kids at your house with Mark and we can all have a get together."

“I’ll run it by Isaac and then call you and if it all works for him. I’ll see if Zac and Amber want to come.”

“Perfect. I guess I’ll see you later, Sabrina.”

“See you later.”

Sabrina got home and Mark and Isaac were arguing. “Mark, you can not be disrespectful to me.”

“I wasn’t.” Mark threw his hands up in the air.

“Mark, I know how your mouth is. You were probably being disrespectful.”

“Mom…” Mark whined.

“Mark…”

“Sorry, Dad.” He said quietly, and stalked off.

Isaac sighed. “He’s rebelling against me.” He said sitting on the couch.

Sabrina handed their youngest of eight children to him. “Give him time.”

“It’s because I’m not home a lot.”

“Possibly.”

“I have to be gone.”

“I know you do. And I’ve asked him several times if he would like to go with you guys. But he doesn’t want to.”

“Then…”

Sabrina patted her husbands shoulder. “Mary wants to know if we want to get together at hers and Taylor’s house next week.”

“That sounds good.”

“I have to ask Mark if he’d be willing to give up a Saturday and watch kids. He could have a friend over to help.”

“Well, in his current mood I don’t think he would.”

“I’m gonna go up and talk to him.”

“Okay…I hope he realizes that he doesn’t have to fight me.”

“He will, he will.” Sabrina got up and went to Mark and Tommy’s room. She knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Mark called.

She opened the door. “Mark.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“What’s up with you and your dad?”

“I don’t know, Mom.” He sighed.

“He loves you.”

“I love him too…I just feel like I have to push him.”

“Test him?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, you need to lighten up on him. He wants to be your dad.”

“When he’s here.”

“Mark! You know he does everything he can to be a good father to you.”

“It still doesn’t mean he’s here. It still doesn’t mean that he does father son things with me.” Mark said his voice raising.

“Mark, he tries as hard as he can. He has a career that he has to peruse. Your dad is not a fun person to be around when he can’t do music. It’d be like you hurting you knee and not being able to play soccer for the rest of your life. There was a time when your Uncle Taylor decided that they should take the year off because he wanted to take time out to start his family. Your dad has to be on stage. He has to perform. He’s been performing since he was ten years old.”

Mark looked at his mother. “Since he was ten?”

“Yeah.”

“I never knew that.”

“You never ask and never care about his career.” Sabrina looked at her son and realized that she had gotten through to him. “I was wondering if you would like to baby-sit for the kids and Uncle Taylor’s and Uncle Zac’s kids this next week?”

“Mom, that’s like fifteen kids.”

“I know, I know. You can have a friend over to help if you would like.”

“If I can scare up a friend than yeah…do we get paid?” He asked with a gleam in his eye.

"I guess.”

“How much?”

“Five dollars an hour.”

“How about a dollar a kid?”

“That would be fifteen dollars an hour.”

“How much do you and dad want to go out?”

“Fine you little…”

“Mom, you better choose your words carefully.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes.

Tommy came in, he was bedraggled. He had been outside rollerblading. Sabrina laughed at him.

“Brush you hair, Tom.”

“Okay, Mom.” He said absentmindedly. He plopped down on the floor pulling off his socks and shoes.

Sabrina got up and left.

“What did mom want?”

“Wants me to watch all of the kids.”

“That’s not bad.”

“No, no, Uncle Taylor’s, and Uncle Zac’s.”

“Good grief, that’s a lot of people.”

“You got that right.”

“How much?”

“A dollar a kid.”

“There you go.”

“Yeah… did you know that dad had been performing since he was ten?”

“Yeah, I did.” He said as he was getting different clothes so he could get a shower.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I asked him a while back. You didn’t?”

“No.”

“Uncle Zac has been performing since he was six.”

“Wow.”

“You don’t know dad too well, do you?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because music is as much apart of him as you and the rest of us are.” He said and without adding more he left the room to go and shower.