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Judith was touched by what Zooey had said. "I know what you're trying to do. You're worried that they'll get into it like Darrin and Damion did. You're a sweet woman, Zooey. But..I'm afraid that Darrin would never allow Zaira and Zeke to come over, even just for a little bit. His father and him aren't exactly on speaking terms right now. I've done everything that I can to try and get them to get over it. I tell you what, if you can get Darrin's approval, you can bring the children over to spend the night with Mick and me. I can bring them back the next morning. Well, I'd better go, Dear. If you're able to bring them, just get the directions from Darrin. I'll see you later." she said, smiling. The older woman quickly made her way out of the door.

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Darrin got up off of the couch and unlocked the rehearsal room. He slowly made his way down to his bedroom. He decided that perhaps it would be best to shower before going downstairs. He was covered in dust and was sure that he looked awful. He entered into his room and spied the alcohol and pills still sitting near his bed. He frowned. Darrin knew that he needed to get rid of the items and wondered what the best way would be. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. He quickly stripped and made his way into the bathroom to shower. He was in the water for no more than fifteen minutes. As Darrin got out, he eyed his reflection. The bruise that had still been upon his face the past couple of days had finally faded. He had to admit that he was very glad for this. He didn't bother with his hair much, only towel drying it a bit, leaving it still damp. He made his way back into his bedroom and quickly dressed into a similar outfit that he had had on earlier that day. He slowly made his was downstairs to find that his mother had already left.

Darrin entered into the living room to find his children watching television again. He stood in the doorway, smiling at them. It wasn't long before Zaira noticed him. "Daddy! Daddy! Where were you?" she asked eyeing him. "I was working, silly." Darrin said entering into the room. He assumed that the children had eaten already as they seemed quite happy. He sat down upon the couch and his daughter quickly moved to sit on his lap. Darrin kept eyeing Zooey, though. He wondered if she had caught what he'd said that he'd been doing. Of course he wasn't writing music but it was still work. He smiled at the woman. He was glad that she'd confronted him that morning. He'd not been sure how he was going to tell her how he felt about her and luckily she'd saved him from the worry. He was glad that she liked him. He wasn't sure what the future held. If the band would get back together. If he would remain living in Virginia. Or if Zooey would ever consider being his girlfriend at some point in the future. All that he knew was that he was actually happy. Afterall, isn't that what truly mattered most?