A week later.

As soon Talia got home from our tea party she wrote a letter to her landlord to give him thirty days’ written notice so she could move in with us as soon as possible.

Amy on the other hand had to find the courage to talk to her father about wanting to move out of his house she had lived for almost thirty years. He had always been there for her since her mother had left them -- despite her tough exterior she was always his precious princess regardless of the bad life choices she made. He was disappointed when she had broke the news that her ex-boyfriend had knocked her up and left town but he supported her decision on whether or not to keep the pregnancy. He was very happy that Adam came into his life.

Now that we were married and settled down Friday nights were normally boring for us -- well, other than Elizabeth and I have sex to get to get pregnant -- but the call from Amy made it interesting.

"Hi, Ian."

"Hey, Amy, did you talk with your dad yet?" I asked her, putting her on speakerphone so both Elizabeth and Talia could hear her too.

"Yeah..." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I told him I wanted to move out and live with you guys. He said he's okay with it -- he joked that he could finally use my bedroom as a man cave!"

"As long as he doesn't use a black light," I joked and my wife punched me on the shoulder.

"He wants to talk to you tonight," Amy said, ignoring my bad joke that she would normally find hilarious.

"All of us?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, just Ian," Amy answered.

"Um, okay, where and when?" I wondered.

"The Blarney Stone at nine."

"Isn't that a cop bar?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll go see him."

"Bye."

I looked at the girls and shrugged. "Should I be worried I'm going to be surrounded by cops?"