"Thank you Sarah." Taylor replied to his youngest sister, picking her up.
Yes, today was Taylor and Rita's 20th birthdays.
"Hey, Rita, Babsie left this with me to give you." Isaac said, handing her a rather large box.
"Thank you." Rita said softly.
"Hurry up and open it. She wouldn't tell me what it was."
Rita giggled and opened the box. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my gosh, thank you." She gasped.
"I didn't know you played the saxophone." Zac said.
Rita nodded.
"I did for years."
"Yeah, I think I remember seeing you play one in the dreams." Taylor put in thoughtfully. "So, how come you stopped?"
"Mum sold my sax."
"Why on earth did she do that?"
"No idea."
"You know, I always wanted to learn to play the sax. Do you think you could show me sometime Rita?" Isaac asked.
"Sure."
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That evening, Taylor and Rita walked through the door of their house. They had just had a private birthday celebration dinner. They had the whole house to themselves for once because Diana was looking after the triplets, Mike, Sam and Morgan.
They sat down on the lounge in the lounge room (isn't that usually where you put lounges?). Taylor tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Rita smiled.
"I had fun tonight." She said.
"Yep, me too." Taylor agreed, leaning over and giving her a kiss.
"Ooh!" Rita gasped.
"What?"
"The baby... kicking."
"Oh!"
Taylor put his hand on her stomach. He grinned at her.
"Oh, the little punk." He joked. "Beating up his mother like that. Shame, shame, shame."
Rita just giggled.