Still own absolutely nothing.

A/N 1. I'm trying something different and I'm going to try and post a country song with each chapter. Feel free to give any suggestions you might have.

2. This is probably the worst chapter possible. But I needed a filler to get to the next one.

If you're going through hell. Keep on going, don't slow down, if you're scared, don't show it. You might get out before the devil even knows you're there."

-If You're Going Through Hell by Rodney Atkins

Chapter Six

Going to the Morgan's Farm last night had not been what one of Rooster's finer moments. Colt was right it took a lot for Rooster to get drunk these days and to get drunk enough to show up on Katie's doorstep? It was a surprise no one had shot him last night.

Today had been one of those rare days where Beau had only worked the boys for a couple of hours and then let them have the rest of the day off. Rooster had chosen to go back to bed to try and sleep the rest of last night off. When that didn't work he went into the living room and mindlessly watched t.v. While Colt had disappeared to God knows where. Probably out with Abby again. Hell, he was probably out with Katie because as Colt had made it clear to him last night just because Rooster broke up with her didn't mean that Colt had to as well.

"Look Rooster," Colt said not taking his eyes off the road. "You're my brother and I love you, but Katie was my friend too growing up."

"So."

"So, I cut her out of my life after she told me you guys broke up and I don't know I missed her. And plus, she's Abby's best friend so you know she's going to be around. Hell, she's probably going to Abby's maid of honor at the wedding. "

"So, what you want my permission to hang out with her or something?"

"No, I'm just- "Colt paused for a moment. "All I'm saying is that just because you guys broke up it doesn't mean I have to break up with her too."

"Fine." Rooster said looking out the window.

"Fine," Colt parroted.

Rooster used to spend more time than necessary imagining what would happen when Katie came back into his life. Sometimes he wondered if they'd end up back together. Or maybe if after an awkward meeting they would just avoid each other for the rest of their lives. But in every scenario, he always imagined he'd be as cool as cucumber. But seeing Katie had rattled him. The last time he saw her was about five years ago at her granddaddy's funeral. The only reason he had been there was because Old Man Peter Morgan had been a good man and had often given him advice back when he and Katie had still been together. Katie had taken his breath away then too, but he hadn't talked to her then. She had been there to grieve. Other than that, one time five years ago Rooster had done his best not to be around when she was back in Garrison. It had worked up until now. If Charlie Morgan really was dying there was no telling how long Katie would be in Garrison for. Meaning it would be damn near impossible to avoid her.

Whatever, though he was with Mary now and Katie had clearly moved on from him, her daughter was evidence of that.

Rooster sat up and lifted his head from his spot on the couch long enough to see Colt walk through the door and straight to the fridge.

"Man, did you know how exhausting it is to spend hours with two wedding obsessed women?" Colt asked bent over looking through the fridge.

"No, can't say that I do," Rooster said never removing his eyes from the flat screen. He felt the couch dip from Colt's added weight.

"Here I grabbed you a beer," Colt stated offering him the beverage. "I almost forgot what it's like to have Abby and Katie around each other. Me and Abby would discuss something about the wedding like what colors we should use. I suggested orange and blue. Abby would say okay and then turn right around and ask Katie," the former football star grumbled. "Katie do you think orange and blue would be good colors for the wedding?" Colt said in a higher voice trying to imitate Abby.

"Uh-huh."

"Thank God, Ellie was there, or I would have gone insane." Colt groaned taking a drink of his beer.

Rooster looked at Colt in confusion. "Who's Ellie?"

"Do you not remember anything from yesterday?" Colt asked his elder brother. "Katie's daughter. Elizabeth Abigail. Ellie was telling me she was named after her grandmother and Abby. Said Katie always told her that since her middle name came from her aunt it only made sense to name her after the closest thing Katie had to a sister."

"I wonder how Katie managed to convince her husband to give her complete control over their kid's name." Rooster scoffed. Of course, he always knew that if Katie had a daughter she would name her after her mom Elizabeth and nothing would detour her from that. When he and Katie had still been together he had long ago accepted the fact if they were to have a daughter her name would have been Elizabeth Bennett. And even though he liked Abby, they for damned sure wouldn't have named their daughter after the blonde woman. Because then Colt would have demanded a kid be named after him.

Colt looked sheepish for a minute and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah I asked Abby if Katie's husband would be joining them anytime soon. Because you know I thought having another guy around might thinks a little less girly." Colt paused taking another drink from the bottle. "But she said Katie wasn't married. She also said Ellie's dad isn't around all that much but watching them today you could tell Katie is a great mom. And Ellie looks just like her of course her she's got blue eyes instead of brown like Katie's. Oh curly hair, kind of like orphan Annie except not as short."

Colt didn't say much else after that choosing to focus his attention on the weather forecast, well mainly Tanya Showers and her assets. While Rooster stewed over the information Colt had provided on Katie and her daughter. Katie's blue-eyed, curly-haired daughter.

"How old is she?" Rooster asked suddenly.

"How old is who?" Colt asked confused not taking his eyes of the pretty meteorologist.

"Ellie."

"Oh, I don't know," his younger brother shrugged. "Six, seven…. maybe eight. Why?"

Rooster bolted up from the couch and immediately began searching for his keys.

Colt turned his head away from the flat screen, watching him move a stack of bills and muttering to himself. Finally finding the keys, Rooster marched towards the back door. "Where are you going?"

"I have to talk to Katie."

Morgan Family Farm

"Is she mine, Katie?" Rooster asked desperate. When Katie didn't answer Rooster pressed again stepping closer to her. "Is that little girl mine, Katie?"