"What's wrong, honey," Cindy asked. "What was in that letter?"The girl looked up and said, "It's that time again. I hate it!" What time? What do you h...te? Who is the letter from?" It's from Ron Jackson. He's my baby's father. He's Ronald Jackson, Jr. It was a great concession for Ron to acknowledge paternity ... as if I ever slept with another guy. He sends $100 a month in child support." 'That time'? What time?" Cindy persisted.Tears were flowing form April's eyes. "Ron plays football. Have. But this day there was only him and me and we were talking and laughing, and it was nice just to spend some time with him.After we’d finished our cigs he came towards me, standing directly in front of me he said “I’ve always liked you Donna” I was gobsmacked. “Really” “Yes”, knowing who he usually asked out I was surprised.He moved forward and his hands went around my waist, I automatically put my arms around his neck as we kissed and the snogged passionately, I couldn’t believe my luck, I was. Are you still going to need the changing tables?”I chuckled, “Oh yes, we haven’t been able to find any training pants small enough to fit the kids yet so they’re still in diapers. We found if we’re careful one diaper lasts them all day. They do still have accidents once in a great while.”Bill chuckled, “Kevin sometimes has a wet diaper in the morning. I think the little devil’s just too lazy to wake us up.”Ed added, “Crystal has been very good. I think it’s because she really hates sitting in a. Keen to move the conversation in a less awkward direction Ivy asked ‘So, there’s going to be dancing?’ ‘Yes,’ Caroline replied clapping her hands together. ‘First there’s going to be ballroom dancing and then fireworks’ she leaned forward and dropped her voice, ‘and then all the fogeys go to bed and then there’s more dancing.’ She was so enthusiastic that Ivy was reminded of a small child who had woken up to discover it was her birthday. Even though it was delicious, Ivy didn’t manage much of.