Amelia was so used to being on her own. It had been that way for a long time, and really the only other person she had in her life was her sweet little girl. Lily. She was such a doll, and never once did Amelia ever regret having that beautiful little girl, even if her father had hurt her. Lily looked like James. Same brown hair. Same bright smile. But she had Amelia's blue eyes. Not only did she look like James, Lillian acted like him a lot too. She had the same light hearted personality(or at least, that was the personality he had had when she and James first got together) and gentleness to her, understanding when someone was hurt whether it be emotionally or physically. Amelia hadn't realized that about her young daughter until later, and had decided to try her best to hide those bad feelings from her daughter. She never wanted her daughter to share those horrible emotions and worries with her. All she wanted to see on that cute little face was the bright smile that she loved so much. 

Humming lightly to herself, she cleaned off the write board from the day of teaching a class full of second graders, waiting for her daughter, who had just started pre-k that year, to come in the classroom. It was great to work in the school system, where she could keep an eye on her daughter and if anything bad happened she could get to her quickly. It made her feel much better as a parent. Putting down the board cleaner, she turned to look at her teaching assistant and best friend, "Ryan, where do you think our kids are? I hope they're not running the halls again. Last time they did that they bumped into Mr. Lanford. Boy was he mad when he dropped all those eggs for his science experiment." She laughed lightly at the memory. Mr. Lanford was the fifth grade's science teacher and a very grumpy man who Amelia believe hated children all together. Why he taught kids, she couldn't find a clue. but he seemed to dislike Amelia and Ryan's kids most of all.

Turning, she began to shift through papers on her desk, putting things into a neat pile, "Hey, do you want to get the kids together for a play date tomorrow? I'm sure they'd love the company. Lilly doesn't get much interaction time with other kids outside of school. We could have coffee or something. You could even bring that boyfriend of yours along if you wanted. Oh whats his name...Daniel was it? I'd love to finally meet this man you go on and on about." She teased her friend. While Amelia herself had no interest in finding a man at the moment, she was happy for her friend. At least someone was getting a happy ending. 

As she sat at her desk, sorting through the paper's still, the pattering of two little children's feet came from down the hall and suddenly the two little children burst into the room, giggling, each running over to their own mother. Lilly jumped into her mother's lap, out of breath from running, yet still talking excitedly, "Momma! Momma! Can Ayden and I go outside to the play ground! PLEASE?! PLEASE?!"

Laughing Amelia held the little four year old in her arms, "There's my little Lily Pad. Slow down and catch your breath. Your asthma's going to act up if you don't."

The little girl, although obviously impatient to hear her mother's answer to the earlier question, did as she was told and took a moment to take deep breaths and calm herself before looking more calmly and pleadingly up at her mother, "Can we go now? Pleeeeeease?"

Smiling softly at her daughter, she nodded, "I suppose. But don't go running down the hall. We don't need another incident like the egg incident." She didn't see any problem with it. They could see the play ground from the class room window and the play ground was fenced. No one form outside the school could get in and the kids couldn't get out. The only way to get on the playground was through the school hallways. It was perfectly safe. She watched the two children run eagerly off, laughing, "Hey! I said no running!" Sighing with a shake of her head and a small smile she sat back in her chair, "Those two. Little trouble makers. Hopefully they'll grow out of that and we won't have to drag them out of wild parties when they're older. Or worse, drag them away from each other's rooms." She joked. The little boy and girl seemed to get along very well. It was really cute and she often joked with Ryan how they were just like a little boyfriend and girlfriend.

She continued to shuffle the papers, a smile on her face, "So, what do you say to that play date? We could have it at my place if you want."