I was pulled out of my reverie by a little voice coming through the baby monitor saying, "I'm happy, happy, happy..." Harmony was awake. I quickly put the picture and yearbook in the trunk and hopped up, grabbing four video tapes in the process. I went downstairs and stuck my head right around the doorway of Harmony's room.
"Harmony..." I softly said.
She looked up and saw me. "Mommy!" I went into her room and sat on her bed. "What's that?" She pointed to the tapes.
"Those are videos of daddy, and Justin, and JC, and Chris, and Joey..." I told her. "Do you want to watch them with me?"
"Sure!" She grabbed the tapes and jumped into my lap. I picked her up, carried her to the living room, and sat her on the couch while I put the first video in. It was the *N The Mix Home Video. When it got to the part where they were in the limo acting crazy, Harmony giggled. "They were silly!"
"You have no idea," I said, laughing with her.
After that video, she turned to me. "What's your favorite song to hear them sing?"
"Probably 'Sailing,'" I told her. "What's yours?"
"I like '(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You.' It is so sweet. Was daddy sweet before you got married?"
"Yep," I answered her, getting up to put the next video in. This was of tv performances.
When it got to the Jay Leno appearance, Harmony smiled at me. "Daddy is handsome," she said, after a close-up of Lance.
"I know."
"When I grow up, can I marry him?"
"I don't know... can't mommy keep him?" I smiled at her. Then, I began to tickle her. "Besides, wouldn't you rather marry Alleck Chasez?" I asked, referring to Briley and JC's little boy, who was Harmony's best friend.
"No!" She said, laughing. I stopped tickling her. "That would be weird! He's my friend!"
I laughed. "You think daddy's not my friend?"
"He's your friend?" She repeated, amazed.
"Yes, he's my friend," I told her, still laughing.
"Oh... well, Justin's handsome too... can I marry him?"
"I don't think Alex would like that much," I told her. Harmony giggled. I put the last video in the VCR, not thinking much about it. What I heard was my father narrating.
"Now, we're going upstairs to see if Kelly's done getting ready," he narrated, walking down the hall to my room. He knocked.
"Come in!" I heard my own voice ring out.
He opened the door, and there I stood in a long, white, sleeveless, oriental style dress. I was looking in the mirror. "Are you done?" My father asked.
"Yeah," I answered. I walked out of my room, through the hall, and down the stairs. Lance was in the living room, looking as hot as ever in his tuxedo. I walked over to him and we hugged. Lance looked at my dad who was still taping us.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"I want to kiss you, but would your dad care?" Lance whispered back.
"Lance... just do it..." I told him, grinning.
"Yes, ma'am," Lance said, like a real gentleman would, his southern accent more prominent than ever. With watching and remembering that kiss, I was once again transported from my living room in Orlando to my childhood home in Missouri.
