Authors Note.

Hey! I am back. Welcome to the sequel of... The Secret Life Of Sonny Monroe. So if you havent read it..

Read it! Anyway. To all of the people who voted.. Thanks. I really really appreciate it.

And actually the one you voted for was...

ALL THREE! Yes I am doing them all. Because they all kinda fit. Youll see.

A couple people gave me that idea but I already had it. Lol. Nice.

Also because everyone was all over the place voting. So why not? I am soooo excited.

And I hope you love Sonnys kids.

Oh and the song kinda goes with this chapter but its kinda of like her story.

Disclaimer I do not own SWAC or the song or lyrics. Or anything that doesnt belong to me.



One Step At A Time

Hurry up and wait
So close but so far away
Everything that you've always dreamed of
Close enough for you to taste
But you just can't touch

You wanna show the world but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face and the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting
We live and we learn to take

One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen when it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why

One step at a time..

You know there has always been something a little off about my mother.

I never really had given it much thought.

But she's always just a little.. You know, scared.

I guess I didn't ask her much because maybe he died and she was still upset.

"Connie!" My mother called.

Yes I am named after my grandmother and great grandmother. Connie Margaret Cooper.

My dad calls my Lil Cooper. I don't know why. And honestly it gets old.

"Yes mother?" I called back sarcastically.

"Can you get your brother to stop crying?" I walked into Dylan's room.

I bet you can totally tell that my father is an egomaniac. Well he is.

He wanted it to be Chad jr. But no way in hell my mother wanted two Chad's in the same house.

I didn't either. I walked into his room and picked up the little blonde haired boy. He had my mothers' eyes, while I had my fathers.

The only thing I got. Thank god. They tell me I can be a little, selfish, self-absorbed.

But I am a pretty amazing person. I got looks, style, and personality.

I also got brown hair from my mother. I do have a few natural blonde highlights though.

"Sissy!" He exclaimed as he wrapped his tiny arms around me.

My brothers' name is Dylan Paul Cooper. Paul is my great grandfathers' name on my dads' side.

"Hey squirt!" I smiled and hugged back.

I loved my brother. It's probably because he's my only friend.

Yes, I know that's shocking. It's only because I am home schooled.

My parents are sort of famous I guess. They are the 'it' couple.

So we basically never leave the house, I dont know many people.

We currently live in North Carolina. I know, I know, North Carolina.

I do love it. It's nice. But my parents are famous. Why we don't live in Hollywood? I have no idea.

My parents did live there. But they moved so they could raise a family.

Well we will live in Hollywood. We are moving there. I will attend a performing art school.

I can sing, apparently my mothers got a good voice.

I have never heard her sing. Nobody has. Well except for my Aunt Tawni.

I can also act. I bet you know whom that's from.

Hollywood will be so fun.

Especially since my cousin Tammy Harris lives there. She's not really my cousin but she is technically family.

I don't see her much, but we talk all of the time. She goes to the same school I will go too.

"Connie!" My mother exclaimed.

"What now mom?" I ask. I walked out the door with Dyl in my arms.

"Help me finish packing." I groaned.

"I thought you wanted me to get Dyl!" I yelled back.

She came rushing in through the door past me toward a box. She sighed.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I am just stressed. It's pretty crazy that were moving back." She said looking at me.

"I guess. Do you miss it?" I asked her.

She thought about what to say. "Yeah. I guess I do. I just hope when we get back, everyone isn't in our buisness. That was the worst."

I can't picture my parents being famous. I mean come on. They are losers.

They always do this fine, fine, good, good, thing and laugh. I mean what's up with that?

"We are stopping by grandmas before we get there." She said and continued packing.

I shifted Dylan higher on my hip.

"Hey mom?" I asked. She turned. "What was grandpa like?"

She looked at me and then turned away. She took a deep breath.

"Well," Her voice cracked. "I did love him. But he died." I raised an eyebrow.

"That's it?" I asked again.

She gave me a small smile, took the box and left. I put Dylan down in the crib and followed her.

"Mom wait!" I followed her into the kitchen.

She turned to me.

"Does grandma miss him?" I asked wanting to know more.

"Well shes.. over it. She was sad, but now shes not." Why wasn't she answering me?

She went to the sink and I sat at the table.

I heard a door close and my father walked in.

"Hey Sonny." He said as he went to her a kissed her on the cheek.

"Hey Chad."

"Hi daddy!" I said to him.

"Hows my high school girl?" He asked pulling me into a hug.

"Dad you're crushing me."

"Sorry." He said pulling away.

"And I am just 14. It's not really that exciting to be a freshman." I told him rolling my eyes.

"Yeah yeah yeah." He said annoyed. "Where's Dylan?" He asked.

"Daddy!" He screamed from his room. My dad dashed out of the kitchen into Dylans room and moments later he came back tossing him in the air.

Dylan laughed and smiled.

"All right you three dinners soon so go wash up and be down here in a couple minutes." My mom said.

I climbed up the stairs and watched some tv before dinner was ready.

When we were called down I sat next to Dylan in his high chair, next to my mom, next to Chad.

"So Sonny," My father began, "Are we going to visit your mother?" He asked.

"Yeah." She answered. "Shes been lonely after my grandma died." My mother looked down upset.

She loved her. A lot actually. I felt bad.

"Hey dad?" I looked at him.

"Yeah?" He said. He looked up from his food chewing.

"What was grandpa like? I mean when you met him?" My mother choked on her food a little and I had a confused expression on my face.

"Lets not talk about that Connie." My father said in a serious tone.

"Why?" I asked. "I want to know what he was like."

"I said no."

"But dad!" I said.

"Connie stop."

"But whats wrong with the question?"

He looked at my mom.

"I don't know anything about him! What? I am not allowed to learn about my family?" I stood up.

"Connie." His voice was getting higher.

"It's not like she didn't grow up with out him! I haven't even seen pictures from when were little Mom!" I looked at her.

She was silent looking at her lap.

"Connie go upstairs."


"NOW!" He yelled pointing toward the staircase.

I got up through my plate in the sink, probably breaking it, and marched up the stairs.

I have no idea what that was about.

But I'll tell you one thing.

I am going to find out.

Authors Note.

So what do you think of Connie?

Mhmmmm. Yeah amazing right? Lol. Well Idk.

Please please let me know what you think.