I was in the kitchen getting some coffee for Nash and me when I heard a knock at the door. I walked out of the kitchen and answered the door to find an older woman standing there. She was wearing bright red lipstick.

"Can I help you?" I asked her.

She grinned a toothy grin. "No, but I can help you." She winked at me. Okay, that was weird.

Nixon came to the top of the stairs and spotted the woman as his eyes widened, then he ran and grabbed everyone.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Nash asked him.

"Dude, I may do a lot of things, but this is the one time I don't kid," he shot back.

They all came downstairs to find us.

"Nashville," the woman greeted him.

"Grammy," he greeted her back.

I looked at Nash. "Wait. What?"

"Never mind," he rolled his eyes.

"Did she just call you Nashville?"

"No," he lied.

"Liar, you're so full of shit, your breath stinks," she smirked.

He gave her a look. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and said, "Maggie, I am Lucille Gray, aka Grammy Gray, and I am here to fill you in a few key details you're lacking. Let's go have a chat." She winked again. What is wrong with this lady? Seriously, what is wrong with her?

We all sat at the table while she told me things that happened on our vacation. I'm shocked I didn't die the dozen times on this vacation. This family was bat shit crazy.

"Are you crazy, or would I be crazy?" I asked her.

"I'm Lucille." She winked again, which was so throwing me off, "And these boys are my idiot grandsons just like their idiot fathers," she informed me as she pointed at the boys.

I looked at the boys. Damn, she was savage. I liked her.

"Okay, so, I will take a wild guess. You're not crazy; you like people to think you are," I said to her. She smiled.

"See, I have a philosophy in life. You only have one. So, live it to the fullest."

"That's a scary thought."

"Not really, not living is even scarier," she said.

"You know there is this thing Alexander Graham Bell created called a telephone which many people love to use," Nixon said to her.

"Why? I prefer to annoy you in person, you lush," she snapped back. Damn, that was harsh.

He glared at her.

"Yeah, I know all about your elbow bending genius; hence, you're an idiot."

I looked at him.

"Grammy, Nixon got help," Noah commented.

"Listen here, you little twit; your brother got help because they forced him to get help. You boys are to look out for each other. Did you do that? No, you didn't."

"That isn't true, Grammy. We tried," Nathan countered.

"Uh, huh, sure," she replied with a look.

"Grammy, you're not fair," Nash said, getting tense.

"Oh? No, what's not fair is the mess you all got into because of poor judgments on your part. Nashville, being on the fence about your feelings, is not fair. Letting some tool get to you boys are not fair. Playing games is not fair," she told them all.

I sat there listening to her as they went back and forth. A lot of it made sense. Even if the memories weren't there, their anger was plausible. So, why wasn't I angry about all of it?

As they all argued, I sat there lost in my thoughts. Then it hit me.

"People make mistakes," I said thoughtfully. They all stopped and turned their attention to me.

"What?" Nash asked me.

"People make mistakes, its human nature. So are emotions."

Lucille looked at me, "Go on."

"I've been so upset about not being able to remember things but bits and pieces that it doesn't matter. While I don't have the memories, you all do. Because of it, you can tell me about them, the good and the bad."

They looked at me.

"Even if they never return, I'm okay with that because, as Nash said, love is a powerful thing. Because you all love me, right?"

A smile curled upon her lips as she said, "And now it's clicking."

"Wait, did you just pick a fight with us on purpose," Nathan asked her.

She smirked at them.

"You all were so wrapped up in the bad memories that you forgot the good. The ones that brought you joy and laughter. If Maggie losing her memory should have taught you anything, it was that she needs new memories."

They looked at me. "Please tell me you will not make me do something crazy?"

She grinned, and so did they. Oh god, I do regret my words at that moment.

We stood on top of a huge hill. Way more significant than I wanted to be on and covered in snow. Grammy put this inner tube down and motioned to me to sit in it.

"I'm not sitting in that," I informed her.

"Live a little, Margaret," she smiled.

Something triggered a memory. Then I touched my back.

Nash leaned over and whispered, "You have a tattoo." My eyes about popped out their sockets. Well, damn, glad I didn't remember that.

"Boys put Margaret in the tube," she ordered them. Everyone stepped away except for the triplets who grabbed me and put me in the tube. Before I did anything, she pushed the inner tube with her boot, causing me to go flying down this hill.

I screamed as I gripped the handles and almost crashed into things and people. I take it back. This woman is bat shit crazy.

I hit a bump and went flying, landing face-first into the snow. Nash ran after me as I groaned, lifting my head. He walked over and helped me up.

"You okay?" He asked me with concern.

"I think your grandmother is trying to kill me."

"I don't think it was that bad."

"I almost ran into three kids and hit a dog." I turned and yelled, "sorry about your dog!" The woman shot me a glare along with a finger gesture I shall never repeat.

He chuckled. He gripped my shoulders and leaned in, kissing me. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. As we stood there and kissed, someone crashed into us, knocking us off our feet and onto the ground.

"Oh look, you both fell for each other. That's nice," Grammy said with a grinned.

We looked at her as the others were laughing on top of the hill. We dropped our heads into the snow, and she walked over and laid down next to us. Then she started making snow angels.

"Um, Grammy, what are you doing?" Nash asked her.

"Making snow angels," she looked at me. "Oh, is that not you two were doing?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the craziness of it all. This woman was crazy, but I had a feeling she had good intentions, misguided, but still good.

Nash and I ended up making snow angels as we laughed. I didn't want to remember everything that happened because right now, this moment felt better.

After the snow angels, we ended up in a snowball fight. Damn Grammy has one heck of an arm. Especially when she smacked Nixon with a snowball and yelled, "That's for sassing me earlier, you twit!"

She also pelted the twins and Nash. I laughed, then Nash chased me, threatening to throw snow down my back.

They all stood and watched us.

"I take it ma and dad sent you," Nixon said to her.

She looked at him. "Sometimes, you need to send help so that you can provide a much-needed push."

"You should have seen him in the hospital," Nixon whispered.

"Dear, I don't have to see how broken someone can be to know where their heart belongs. Nashville just needed to come to his senses," she reminded him.

He looked at her as she mentioned, "We all change in our little way. You know that better than anyone." She winked at him, then walked away.

"Is it me or does Grammy have a warped sense of advice," Nathan asked them.

"It's Grammy. When isn't her advice warped?" Nixon asked him.

"Good point," Noah answered.

After a while, we went back to the house to warm up. Grammy made everyone hot cocoa. We sat around, and Nash wrapped his arm around me as I snuggled into him while she talked to everyone.

I had a feeling they would drop another bomb into my lap.