Author: Amber Nicole
Rating: PG -13 (this part…;))

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to The-N.
Pairing: Spencer and Ashley
Summary: Everything is not what you expect it to be…
Author’s Note: This was first started by Falen_Doyle/Kaigigi aka Emme, but since she is currently living in Ireland, she had previously given me the permeation to take this fic and make it mine. So, I reread it and suddenly got a cool idea. So, this is how it goes…. I hope you guys will enjoy my version. I made little, but some, changes to the prologue.

Also, another chapter of Inebriated should be up either tomorrow or Monday. Maybe even another for this also haha.
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[b]Duck Tape

Spencer Carlin… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/Spencer.jpg[/IMG]

Ashley Davies… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/ashley.jpg[/IMG]

Kyla Woods… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/kyla_03.jpg[/IMG]

Aiden Dennison… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/aiden.jpg[/IMG]

Glen Carlin… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/glen.jpg[/IMG]

Chelsea Carlin… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/chelsandclay.jpg[/IMG]

Olivia Colby Hunter … [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/olivia.jpg[/IMG]

Louie Harlow Hunter … [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/louie.jpg[/IMG]

Clay Roman Carlin… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/roman.jpg[/IMG]

Jaz Lenny… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/jaz.jpg[/IMG]

Ariel Pierre… [IMG]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/falen_doyle/ariel.jpg[/IMG]

Prologue[/b]

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[i]“Go to sleep little baby…”[/i]

Her voice used to softly sing to the baby girl. I remember listening to the gentleness that it gave off. I knew that she laid there curled up comfortably in our large bed with the little girl close and against her chest. The only sound was her soft voice, the suckling, and everyone’s breathing. It was such a welcomed and expected sound that occurred in the middle of the night. I remember sometimes watching her while she thought I was sound asleep. I remember the loving look she would have as she would look at all of us. I would always be a couple feet away from her. Our son would take up the middle of the bed with his eccentric sleeping ways. Her voice had brought a since of love and security through my body. Now, the voice had disappeared.