"Jazzy? Why don’t you sing that song you learned from Katie?"
"Otay, Mommy!! Twittle, twittle, litto ‘tar, how I wonda what you are, up above da ‘worl so ‘igh, like a diamon in da sky, twittle, twittle, litto ‘tar, how I wonda what you are..." Jazzy beamed when she was done.
"Yeaaaaaa, Jazzy!!" Katie cheered. "High five, girl!"
Jasmine playfully clapped Katie’s hand. "Yeaaaaaa, ‘igh five!!!"
I clapped, laughing.
"Ladies and Gentleman, flight 447, from Los Angeles, to Orlando, Florida will be touching ground shortly. The weather is a nice 75 degrees..." The pilot droned on and on...
All of a sudden, the ‘seatbelts on’ light flashed on, and I buckled Jasmine in.
I smiled at Jazzy, and looked forward, buckling my seatbelt in. I clasped my hands, and wrung them together. I said a silent prayer so me and Brian wouldn’t get into any fights down here.
The plane touched down, and I jumped up.
"C’mon, baby, wanna go for a car ride?" I held out my arms to Jazzy.
"Yeaaa!!! Car ‘ide!!!" Jazzy clapped her hands and held out her arms.
I picked her up, and shifted her so I was holding Jasmine on my waist. I slung my black jean drawstring backpack over my shoulder, and I threw Jazzy drawstring backpack over my shoulder too.
"Gabs, let’s go!! I wanna meet these guys Denise was talking about!!"
I rolled my eyes. I jogged up to Katie, who was just walking into the airport, with her backpack.
"Gabriella Hargrove?" A woman’s voice called.
"Denise?" I called back. A short, red headed woman emerged from the airport crowd with a grin. She jogged over to us.
"Hi! I’m Denise..."
"Hey! I’m Gabriella, but you can call me Gabbie... and this is my sister, Katie... and this, is my daughter, Jasmine..."
"Why, hello there Jasmine! You’re such a cutie!" Denise smiled. "Looks JUST like her Father..." Denise said, looking at me.
"Heylo..." Jazzy grined her cute little baby grin at Denise. "Mommy, Mommy... car ‘ide!!"
I laughed. Katie and I picked our bags, and Denise led us out to the parking lot where a car awaited us. A covertable.
"This is for you girls until the tour starts... then you can leave it at my son AJ and I’s house..."
"Cool!" Katie exclaimed as she lifted the car seat into the back.
"C’mere Jazzy-bazzy..." Katie gently took Jazzy from my arms, and she buckled her into Jazzy’s car seat. Then Katie hopped in back next to Jazzy with the bags.
I laughed, and hopped into the passenger’s seat after Denise got in.
"Heeeeree we go..." I muttered as the car started, and we drove through the streets of ‘O-Town’.