gimme some lovin (Simpson family ONLY!!!)

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When Andrew and Andre decided to move to Toronto, Andre decided that he would be the first one to go. It was probably for the best; Andrew didn't like dealing with trouble. He probably would have given his daughter ice cream and told her to call her dad. Yeah, he wasn't exactly a disciplinarian. But that was okay. Because Andre was. Andre was a leader, and he knew how to handle their kids. Andrew knew how to spoil them. But when it came to disciplining, he always came up with the same solution: "go see your father."

Andrew had stayed behind to tie up loose ends. He payed a couple of movers several thousand dollars to pack uo and take their things to Toronto, and had not given them any of it, just to ensure that their stuff would actually get there. He had tried to move his business as well, but with all the calligraphy, he simply signed the business over to his associate and quit altogether. He didn't want to work anymore. He had been a plastic surgeon for the past twenty nine years. He was tired of giving Paris Hilton a face lift for the thirteenth time, and he was going to scream if Lindsay Lohan came in for a fourth tummy tuck. He was going to talk it over with his husband, but with 75 million dollars saved up in the bank and 21 million in the girls' college fund, he didn't think it was going to be a problem.

Andrew arrived in Toronto sooner than anyone expected. As soon as he decided to give up the business, he packed a single bag and took the quickest flight into Toronto. Once there, he didn't exactly go straight to the hotel. He couldn't just appear at the hotel empty handed! So, he went to a car lot and bought a brand new pink convertible for his Broadway Princess, and then he went and got a new laptop for Ashleigh. And, since they were close to New York, he decided to stop and buy a small private plane for his husband's enjoyment.

With the gifts purchased, he made his way to the Metropolitan hotel. He tossed the keys to Natasha's new car to the Valet Attendant and made his way to the front desk. "Good evening. I need you to call up Andre Simpson, room 809. Tell him he has a rather valuable package that requires his and his daughter's signatures. And tell him it's absolutely urgent that he come down immediately." The girl gave him an odd look, but then called up to the room and relayed the message. Andrew walked over to the elevator to wait for his family. He knew Andre would not be expecting him until at least next week. He thought it would be a nice surprise for him and the girls both.

[Andre Simpson]

Multi-tasking; that was what Andre was up to. Since he was out of work for a short while, he seemed to be taking advantage of it. Not only was he trying to make up for lost time with his daughters over yesterday and that day, but he was kind of making up for every hour that his phone rang off the hook or that he had to rush into the city to stare at some dead hooker for an hour. He wasn't sure what the girls were doing, probably occupying themselves somehow. He didn't need to hover over them every second, although he did consider it. To him, it felt like six in the afternoon still. He had already eaten dinner, and yet, he was hungry and apparently that was solved with doritos and a soda from a gas station in a cup that should have never been made to that massive of a size. The stereo was on, not loud enough to disturb the entire hotel, but enough to fill his bedroom at least. For almost an hour it had been a mixture of the Ramones, Anti-Flag, and Nirvana playing around in circles. Humming to Lithium, the television and his laptop were also on. It was insane how much he was trying to accomplish. Instead of anything productive, it was online poker open on his laptop, and the movie Se7en playing on the screen. He'd seen it already, and really didn't need to hear it, but the volume was on that too. He popped a chip into his mouth when he heard the phone ring and quickly reached over to grab it. "Yeah?" He asked, only to be told that he needed to go downstairs to sign for a package with his daughters. Blinking out of surprise, he glanced to the screen and asked in what was supposed to be a joking tone, "It's not my wife's head in a box, is it?" Morbid detective humour, mixed with the movie he was watching only left the girl stammering a "What?" on the other end. Choking at her voice, he added, "Joke, joke. I'll be right down." Then, hanging up the phone, he looked at the laptop and shrugged, walking away from it. "Whatever, wait for me." He mumbled and walked out, shutting his door off, not bothering to turn his things off. He'd be right back, after all.

"Natasha! Ashleigh! Hop to, we're going to the lobby, there's a package or something. Hurry it up." He called, not sure where in the hotel they were, but he figured they'd hear and trail right behind him. With that, he exited the room, hoping one of them would lock the door on their way out. It didn't take long to get to the lift and to take it down to the lobby floor. It was when the elevator doors opened that his eyes widened. Andrew! He wasn't expecting him to be there for at least a week. Not that he didn't want him there, he would have been happy if he came with him, but he had work still. Grinning he stepped out of the elevator. "You weren't supposed to be here until next week!" He exclaimed, though, figured quickly that there probably wasn't a package at all. "Was that you? With the package? 'Cause I think I scared the lobby girl because of it."

[Ashleigh London Simpson]

Ashleigh had been off in her room with the door closed and her stereo on, practicing some new dance moves. It took a lot of her time when she wasn't doing homework or spending time with her family. It's not like she had any friends at the moment, so she had a lot of free time on her hands it seemed. But it wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't like she was an outcast at school or because she was shy. in fact, the girl was very outgoing and talked to everyone, not caring if they were mean back to her. That was just who she was.

Over her music, Ashleigh could hear her dad's voice and immediately turned her stereo off. She put on some shoes and grabbed her cell phone, before rushing out of the room. "Hurry up, Tash!" She called out to her sister. "Don't forget to lock the door on your way out!" She hurried to the elevator and down to the lobby.

She was surprised to see her dad. "Daddy! You're here!" she exclaimed, excitedly. She ran over to him and gave him a hug. "Oh my god. I've missed you so much."

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Natasha had one leg up high by her head, her arms out. She had some slow broadway music. Slowly, her body shifted positions as she sat on the floor splt-style. It was then that she heard her father and a few seconds later, her sister. "Ok!" she called out, but then finished the song. As soon as it was over, she paused the cd and jumped up, locking the door on her way out.

The elevators were taking too long. She was only eight floors up, why not take the stairs? In her pink sweatpants, she jogged down the stairs and was at the lobby in a few short minutes. When she saw her dad, she screamed "Daddy!" and she too ran into his arms. Kissing his cheek excitedly, she looked up at Andre "Did you know?"

Andrew laughed at his family's reaction. Looking at his husband, he shrugged. "The lobby girl will live" he looked down at his two daughters. "I was hoping to see two little girls, but you both are getting so big! Ashleigh, There's a gift waiting for you in that chair over there." He nodded to where her laptop was. He then looked down at Natasha "and you....come with me." He released the hug before kissing his husband. He wanted to at least get that in before leading her to the Valet, where they were pulling up in the car.

Natasha screamed, seeing it. It was perfect! Pink and sparkly and just perfect. "Thank you, daddy!" she exclaimed and gave him a huge hug. "Daddy, did you see what he got me?" Before the question was answered, she ran and jumped in the car. Looking into the hotel, she shouted "Ash, what did you get!"

Andrew chuckled and with both girls busy, pulled his husband into his arms. "I got you something too," he said endearingly, kissing him and just standing there holding him. He loved that they were all together again. He was never going to let them go again. He would move in with the girls' dorms if he had to.

[Andre Simpson]

Just as expected, the girls were right after him. He gave them their moment, before chuckling about the lobby girl. "Yeah, just probably guessing I'm a psycho." Although, Andre honestly found it kind of funny. He didn't think he looked like a psycho, regardless that they came in all shapes, sizes and looks. It was just not intentionally done to scare her. He was kidding! And some jokes, just didn't fit well with the general public. When Andrew finally returned to him, he kissed him back, still smiling. He was glad to see him too. He'd been guessing that he would be stuck a week there without him, but lo and behold, he was there. To Natasha, he shook his head, "No clue," he informed her, but followed to see what he had gotten her and his eyes widened. He grounded her just last night and now she had a car! Part of him was excited for her, while the stern father side of him wanted to whine. It was hard enough making her act like she was being punished (impossible, it seemed), but now she was excited and getting into the car... Oh no, no no. "Hey, hey! No you don't, you can look and be excited, but absolutely no recreation that isn't academic." In other words, he was trying to limit her fun and it was terribly difficult. Looking to his husband, he figured he should explain his reaction. "She's grounded. I know she doesn't look upset by it, but I think secretly, she doesn't want to be." He explained, with a nod.

When pulled into his arms, he smirked and wrapped his arms around him in turn, kissing the man back. At the word that he got him something too, he looked at him quizzically. "And what's that?" He asked, curiously. He liked gifts, although, he didn't consider himself the type that was in need of anything too expensive. It was funny, with as much money as they had, he tended to drift towards the cheaper spectrum for himself. He wanted to know though, even if having him there was enough for him. That was a big enough surprise. Still, was there anything wrong with being excited for some sort of gift? Andre didn't think so.

[Ashleigh London Simpson]

Ashleigh grinned and went over to the chair. "Oh my god! Thank you so much, daddy!" It was perfect! She didn't have a laptop. And she really did need one. Now, she could stop going to the library to do all her school work.

When she heard her sisters voice, Ashleigh picked up the laptop and ran outside. "I got a laptop!" She held it up. "See, Tash? It's perfect!" She walked up to the car. "Wow. This car really fits you. you know that?"

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Natasha was too excited to listen to Andre. Leaning over and opening the passenger door, she smiled at her sister. "Get in! Oh my god, Mitchel just HAS to see it! I can't wait to show it to him on Monday!" After all, Mitchell was one of her twins Natasha seemed to be able to find quite a few twins

Andrew reached in his pocket and pulled out a small key. Putting it in his husband's hand, he explained. "I realize, of course, that New York is only an hour away. But I thought with a private plane we can make it there in twenty minutes. And anywhere else you wish to go." He smiled into his eyes. He thought that was a nice pre-retirememt-buttering up.

He then turned his attention to his daughters. "I'm glad you girls like them. Who is Mitchell?" he addressed Natasha with the question before looking to Andre. Antone who wanted to answer was free to. Andrew was simply curious.

[Andre Simpson]

"Or, I'll just be invisible over here," he threw up his arms, unable to do anything about it at the moment. He supposed he could allow her a little bit of excitement. After all, he couldn't distract her from a shiny pink convertible, unless of course he was shiny and pink... The entire idea made him cringe. No, not pink. As much as he supported Natasha's love of pink, Andre didn't own a single pink thing of his own. Even something as simple as a name tag could leave Andre pouting slightly. In fact, just a couple months before, he had been forced to wear a visitor name tag while investigating a death at some prissy private school and had had a long debate with the dean not to have to wear it and that he could just flash his badge around. But no, he had to. The man had his quirks, and he was had a stubborn streak that just couldn't be helped. He was off in his own head before the key was slipped into his hand.

Blinking down at it, the dark-eyed detective looked back at his husband until he explained what the key was for. At that moment his jaw nearly dropped. A plane? He knew they could afford it, yet still he was staring at him in shock. He closed his mouth, opened it again to say something but then stopped. It took him a moment to utter anything at all. "A plane? You got me a plane? I don't know what to say," he was thankful, that much was obvious and excited to see it, but he was trying to get over the stun of it. How many people got a plane?

He looked up towards the girls again. He hadn't heard of Mitchell either, but hadn't worried too much on it. When his husband looked at him, he shook his head. "No one told me about Mitchell." He said. "And I'm not sure she can hear us," she just seemed too distracted to him, but he said it with a bit of amusement before studying the car. "That is a very pink car."

[Ashleigh London Simpson]

Ashleigh grinned and climbed into the passanger seat, setting her gift on her lap. She looked to Natasha. "Oh my god! Definetely! Mitchell would so long this car." Hearing their parents, she turned back to them. "Oh, Mitchell Del Rossi. He's Lorenzo's kid. He goes to school with Tasha." She turned back to her sister. "Although, he is cute and real sweet. Don't you think sis?"

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Natasha giggled. "Now we'll really be twins! We can park right next to each other in the parking lot! It'll be so fantastic!" she looked at her parents for a moment. "Mitchell's my best friend in the whole world!" she said before turning back to her sister. "Oh my god yes! Speaking of cute, I got asked to the spring dance! Can you believe it? I absolutely love this school. I so wish you were coming to Degrassi with me!" She was talking five hundred miles per minute.

"Ahh, so she does hear us." Andrew joked when Natasha answered his question. "If-" and he was cut off. His daughter was just talking too fast. And now she had shifted into boy talk gear. Looking to his husband, he smiled and kissed his hand. "My dear, let the girls enjoy themselves for a moment." He wanted to talk to him, and alone. He knew Natasha wouldn't just take off when she wasn't supposed to and even if she would, she didn't have the key. The valet attendant did.

[Andre Simpson]

Andre caught every word she said. He was pretty adept at listening to teenage girl. He had to be able to listen to a lot of people and having two teenage daughters made it easy to understand when they went off like that. It was the spring dance that he picked up on the most though and interrupted them. "You know what's not cute? You being grounded. If that dance isn't until after spring break you're going to be spending it at home." He reminded her; sometimes he wondered if he was talking to himself. Actually, he sometimes did that anyway. His shoulder slumped slightly, but when the time came he would remind her that she was grounded, if that wasn't enough. Sometimes it was hard to interrupt them! But, he tried, he really did try. "Sometimes I think I've turned into one of the adults off of Charlie Brown." He said, but smiled a little when his husband said to let them enjoy themselves.

"I'm trying to," he replied and finally took his eyes off of the girls and looked at him. "How was the trip?" He asked, curious. He hoped that it had gone well. It seemed that it had. After all, he had the time to shop. "What about work? I thought you couldn't get out here until next week." He commented, just curious as to how he managed to get there so fast. Andre had outright transferred out of his precinct. He was going to miss it. But, Toronto was perfectly fine. He was just a little concerned about adjusting to a new partner. He hadn't done well with the last one, and had been going solo for almost three months, while they fiddled around and tried to find him a new partner. The first partner he ever had, and the one he had for the length of his career in that precinct had died over a year before, and it was a little hard to adapt to someone new after that. No one else clicked the same.

[Ashleigh London Simpson]

Ashleigh looked back at their father as he spoke, but quickly looked back to her sister. "Oh, that would be cool! Going to the same school and all! I love my school though." Although, I really could care less about the boys at my school." She giggled. "You have a date? Who is it?"

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"His name's J.T. I don't really know what his last name is. But remember Willow? She told me that he told Rachel's older sister that he likes me and wants to take me! So of course, I had to say yes! He's really sweet! I see him during the games, he's the school mascot. I love him, especially when he joins in the cheers!" Natasha had ignored her father completely. After all, she was talking to her sister and it would just be rude to ignore what Ashleigh said!

Andrew kissed him once more. "Darling," he led him to a couch that sat in the lobby and sat down. "In two more weeks, I will have another birthday, and despite what I tell the girls, I'm a little older than forty." Ok, so he was fourteen years older than forty. Well, almost fifteen. "I'm tired. I don't want to build another clientelle in New York. So, I quit. What do you think about me staying home with the girls from now on?"

[Andre Simpson]

Andre let the ignoring go for now. It wasn't as if he could actually get through to them. He might as well have been talking in a foreign language. As he walked to the lobby chair, he sat down, wondering what he might have to say to him. He sat there, waiting expectantly, and when he talked about his birthday, the detective couldn't help but laugh. "What? And here I thought you were perpetually forty." He teased, smirking. He didn't know what he was getting at until he mentioned work. It didn't bother him at all that he wanted to quit. It wasn't as if money was ever going to be an issue. And if he wanted to quit, then he should be able to. He'd worked a long time, and hard too. He had been working since he met him. "I think it'd be perfect. I think they'd love it. You deserve it." His reaction was more on excited than upset. Why would he be upset? He wanted him to be happy and if he didn't want to be practising plastic surgery anymore then that was up to him. He backed him one hundred percent.