Are they going to leave me in this car seat all day or what?

Little Brooklyn Moran was not yet old enough to speak but she sure did have some interesting thoughts. Her parents, Steve and Millie had just driven all the way from Sydney to the Glen to take over the keys to the old boarding house that was the only building on the property when the new town was formed. They were ready for a new life, a new place and some adventure. What better place to experience all of that except Australia?

Millie placed a large paper sack on the kitchen counter. She swept back her hair and let out a sigh. "Well that’s the last of it. I don’t think I could move another box or a bag if my life depended on it.

Steve was fidgeting with the track of one of the many drawers under the counter. "We’ve got lots of work to do on this place and we’ve got to get at least one room ready for the sheriff who’ll be arriving soon.

"What was his name?" Millie asked as she snaked her arms around her husband’s waist.

Steve looked up as if he had to think for a moment. A smile draped his face at the thought of the man’s name. "Biebe, its Biebe." he replied.

"Biebe. Gosh what a funny name. It reminds me of something but I’m not sure what. I get this odd feeling that we forgot something, you know?"

Steve shrugged and lowered his hands to her butt. "We couldn’t have and anyway if we did, it’s too late to go all the way back to New York for it."

"Hmm you’re feeling frisky aren’t you, baby?"

He growled playfully then bent his head to bite into her neck. "I love you, you know?"

"You’d better. After all these years I deserve something out of the deal." his bite made her raise a shoulder.

"You got me. What more could you want?"

She laughed a little. "Steve, we’ve had our ups and downs haven’t we. I mean that who Island thing and well, Branson and all that. You know I thing we’ve finally found our home. I think we can make a heck of nice place out of this. We’ve got the bar, the boarding house and a whole lot of new people to meet."

"I’m looking forward to that." He relaxed his grip on her. "It seems like we’ve spent a dogs age without any neighbors to speak of and now we’re going to have plenty and we’ll have boarders too. The sheriff is just the start of a business that will boom.

"Yeah," she snickered. "Sheriff Biebe. How can you be afraid of a man whose last name is Biebe?"

Steve began to laugh pretty hard. He playfully turned her around and pushed her up against the cupboard. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say…uh uh…don’t remember the rest but Sheriff Biebe has spoken. You must obey my authority!"

"Quit, stop!" she chortled as she wriggled free of him. "Steve. I just can’t shake off the thoughts of us forgetting something very very important.

He heard everything from where he stood at the kitchen door. As he took a step forward, the screen creaked and slammed behind him. The man wearing the badge stood there holding a precious little girl in his arms and she didn’t look any too happy at the moment.

"Hello." the man said. "I believe this young lady belongs to you. "She’s beautiful you know and even thought the weather is pretty cool, I don’t think she’d have been too comfy out there in the car for much longer."

Millie brought her hand up over her mouth and screeched. "Oh my God, Brooklyn! What kind of parents are we, Steve. We left her out there for …Oh my God!" She ran up to the man to retrieve her daughter.

"Brooklyn, honey, are you okay?"

No thanks to you! I need a new diaper and I dropped my binky and …I like the man with the fuzzy face. He reminds me of Elmo!

Steve joined his wife to check the babe out. He counted fingers, felt her forehead, and kissed her cheek. When he was sure she was intact he reached out a hand to the man who brought her in. "Gosh, mister. I don’t know how this happened. It never has before. We’re really good parents, you know? I’m Steve Moran by the way, and you are?"

The man grinned, took his hand and suddenly turned him around, pressing his arm up against his back. "I’m Sheriff Baby. You have the right to remain silent. "

"What…what are you arresting me?" Steve cried out?

"Are you afraid of me?:" Sheriff Biebe asked in a firm tone?"

"Shit yeah!"

John Biebe let him go. He cleared his throat and brushed back his hair. "Well then, your sentence is served and you’ve learned two lessons. One, don’t forget the baby, two …be afraid, be very afraid. Now what does a man have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?" he was teasing all along but his tone didn't give it away.

Millie handed Brook over to Steve, leaving her with a little kiss on the cheek. "I’m sorry honey. It’ll never happen again."

Steve tucked Brook under his, balancing her on his hip as he fetched a cup for John. At that moment he knew that there’d be a change in store for both he and Brook.

"Eh, John, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some pressing business to attend to. Here, you can use my cup." He handed his favorite mug to the Sheriff. "Welcome home." He grinned.