Prologue
"But she thinks I could rope the moon, in her eyes there's nothing I can't do, When I think it's out of reach, She's the reason I still try, She thinks I could rope the moon..."-John Michael Montgomery
�Mooooommmyyyy!� the little voice rang throughout the small apartment. A young woman sat up straight in bed and looked over at the clock and winced. Overslept again. Stumbling out of bed, she nearly tripped over the little golden retriever curled up on the floor beside her. �Sheeze! Lady!� The puppy looked up, and stretched before curling back up into its previous position.  The woman shook her head and went into the kitchen, where she saw her 3-year-old daughter, sitting at the table, cereal scattered all around her. Sighing, and pulling her hair into a messy bun, the 25-year-old grabbed the cereal box and milk and poured her daughter, Kaela, a bowl. �Here, sweetie. Eat. We�re late.� The little girl giggled. �Again?� Corinne Rollins threw her daughter a warning look, before hearing the doorbell. Groaning, she threw open the door, and sighed. �Thank goodness you�re here, Char.� Charlotte Evans grinned. �Um, Cor, is that what you�re wearing to work?� Corinne looked down at her white tank top and plaid boxers, before dashing off towards the shower. Charlotte grinned and shook her head, before closing the door, heading to see Kaela. Kaela�s face brightened as she saw Charlotte walk into the room. �Aunt Lotte!� Charlotte grinned. �Hey baby girl. Are you eating the cereal or are you going to wear it to school as decoration?� Kaela giggled and shook her head, her dirty blonde curls swinging from side to side. �No silly! I�m eating!� Charlotte grinned. �Sure could�ve fooled me. Come on, sweetie, you hurry up and finish so I can get you dressed, ok?� Kaela nodded. �Okie dokie!�

The young man woke up with a start as he heard a loud crash from downstairs. Jumping out of bed, and running downstairs, he skidded to a stop in the kitchen. �Isabella Marie Chasez! What is going on?!� The dark haired girl, looked down. �I was just tying to make you brefast, Daddy.� He sighed and ran a hand over his face, before scooping her up into his arms and planting a kiss on her cheek. �Thank you, precious. But how about I make breakfast today?� She nodded, and squirmed to get down. �Hewe Twamp!� As if on cue, a little german shepherd came tearing into the room, tail wagging furiously. She giggled, as he jumped up to lick her face. �No! Down boy!� She giggled again, as he scampered out of the room. �Do I hafta go to school, Daddy?� JC Chasez turned around, and nodded. �Yes, munchkin, you do. Your play�s tonight. And if you don�t go to school, you can�t be in it.� She grinned, widely. �Ok! I go to school!� He nodded, setting down a plate of scrambled eggs. �Eat your breakfast, honey. Aunt Monica�s gonna be here soon to take you to school.� She grinned, mouth full of eggs. �And Uncle Justy?� He nodded. �And Uncle Justy.� She clapped excitedly, as the doorbell rang. She jumped up, taking off through the foyer to the door. �Bella! Come back and eat!!� She flung open the door and jumped straight into Justin Timberlake�s arms. �Uncle Justy!� He grinned, spinning her around. �Princess!!� Monica Alexander glared at her boyfriend sternly. �Justin Randall, you put that girl down right now, and let her go finish her breakfast.� Justin sighed and bent down, setting Isabella to her feet. He pouted. �I got in twouble�� Isabella laughed. �Toooo badddd!� She took off toward the kitchen, her laughter echoing throughout the house.

Monica hit him playfully. �How many times have we told you not to talk baby talk to her? You are such a bad role model.� He grinned, standing up. �That may be so, but all the teenies seem to love me.� She rolled her eyes. �Go, shower, Jace. We�ll get her dressed and ready for school.� He nodded, gratefully. �Thanks guys. You�re coming to her play tonight, right?� They both nodded. �We all are.� Monica said. He smiled and headed upstairs. �Ok, thanks again.�

�Oh, Belllaaaaa, darling!� Justin screeched, running into the kitchen. Monica shook her head and followed. �My theory has now been proven right. His looks are what got him through school. Definitely the looks. He never did have any brainpower, so that couldn�t have been it.�

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