~ Chapter 8 ~

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         Georgia woke up the next morning, and watched as Finley finally went to sleep. Once he finally fell asleep, she crept out of bed and down the hall to the nursery.

        Johnny was still snoozing, but Nancy was quietly watching the ceiling fan spin around. "Good morning, Princess Nancy. Are you ready for a bottle?" Georgia smiled as she took her out of the crib. Nancy pulled on one of Georgia's brown curls, and laughed. "No, no, Miss Nancy!" Georgia joked, pulling her hair back.

        Georgia fed Nancy, changed her diaper, and sang her lullabies until Johnny woke up. Georgia placed Nancy on a pallet near the rocking chair, and then picked up Johnny. "Hello, Mr. Evans. Lucky you, it's about noon: lunch time!" She winked at him, and he smiled. After Georgia tended to Johnny, she played with both of the babies on the pallet and waited for Finley to wake up.

        "Sorry, I should have got up sooner. I feel terrible now." Finley apologized as he entered the nursery on crutches. He sat down in the rocking chair, and leaned over to pick up Nancy. Fin felt a sharp pain in his shoulders, and sat back. "What's wrong, Honey? Here. Let me help." Georgia walked behind the chair and rubbed her elbow on the knot in his back. "Thanks, G. You're the best." Finley turned around and kissed her. Georgia's cheeks turned beet red, and she looked the other direction.

       Georgia went downstairs with Johnny and began doing some laundry, but Nancy and Finley stayed upstairs. "Hey, beautiful girl." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Nancy gurgled and bubbles escaped her mouth as she looked up from her father's arms. Finley couldn't help but smile. "Looks like you're going to have my hair, Baby Doll. All of these curls, are gonna be yours. Looks like you'll have Pops' hair color, Nance." Finley said in a hushed voice, taking his free arm and sticking a finger through a small beach blonde curl.

       "Hey, Honey. It's about time to start getting ready for the dinner party." Georgia said from her spot in the doorway. "Alright, G. I'll just put Nancy back on her crib, and crutch my way to the shower." He responded. Georgia smiled sweetly back at him, and placed Johnny into the crib. She made her way out of the nursery, and went to finish getting dressed.

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       "Hello, G! Hey, Finley!" Georgia's mother greeted them. "You look nice, Finley." Mr. Anderson noted, tugging on Finley's dark red tie. Finley had his hair combed back, a black suit, and a dark red tie on. Georgia complimented him with her black lace dress with a dark red slip. She had her necklace on, the flashy one, that Finley had bought her for her birthday when they were both just seventeen years old. Georgia's hair was combed, but she didn't bother to do anything else with it. Everyone else at the party was wearing a red or black dress, and matching shoes. All of the elderly women had their hair pulled back into a high bun, and red lips were everywhere. The men wore different colored suits as well, their hair slicked back. Nancy was wearing a small black dress, and a matching headband. Johnny was wearing a pair of slacks that were hemmed for his leg length, and a cute button-up onesie.

        Georgia and Finley planned to spend time with their children, but Georgia's parents snatched them up, giving the couple a chance to go dance. Georgia's parents had a large home, which included it's own party room. Finley led Georgia to the dance floor, and they slow danced to the song playing. They kept dancing until it was time to eat.

        Everyone sat at the long, glass dining table near the door, and said grace. "Dig in!" Mr. Anderson chuckled, stuffing his mouth full of tatertot casserole. Everyone talked and laughed, until it got serious. "I've got an announcement!" Finley clanged a spoon against his glass. "Quiet!" Nicole shouted. Georgia never got along with Nicole, her parents' next door neighbor. This was about her parents though, and Georgia didn't want to ruin the night because of their differences.

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