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This took so long to write--you have no idea. The phone call came, predictably enough, in the middle of the night. Piggy came awake with an unladylike snort to the sound of Moonlight Sonata played in the bleat of cell phone. She groped for it, pushing up her sleepmask and...

Sorry this took so long, but I do have an extra-long update to make up for it. Hopefully this will be mostly wrapped up in a few more chapters. Also, this is a bit of a flashback. I thought you needed to see Piggy setting up her adoption of her baby. Piggy was actually at work for once...

I am so glad you guys are enjoying this story! I really agonized over the characterization, I assure you, and knowing that I managed to mix the comedic in with the drama well enough to satisfy makes me indescribibly happy. So, thank you very much! Also, for anyone wondering why she's...

This is not the tear-jerker, but it finishes the above scene. ~~~~~~~ The crib was finally looking a bit less like a pile of woodscraps and a bit more like, well, a crib. Kermit was putting the tools away in the tool box as Piggy arranged the bedding and set up the mobile. He...

This is not the tear-jerker, but it finishes the above scene. ~~~~~~~ The crib was finally looking a bit less like a pile of woodscraps and a bit more like, well, a crib. Kermit was putting the tools away in the tool box as Piggy arranged the bedding and set up the mobile. He...

This is just a scrap to tide you over...working on something really tear-jerking. ~~~~~~~ Piggy began her third assault on the crib, this time with a hammer and nails that, according to the packaging, were not supposed to be necessary. She was trying to keep the banging and...

Sorry, been internet-less for a few days. I meant to reply to you, Miss Kermie. She's definitely not pregnant--Kermit has jumped to the conclusion he fears the most. He's assuming Gonzo mostly because Gonzo has been the one to admire Piggy in a more sexual way than most any other character...

Unexpectedly quick update: The nursery was nearly perfect—a pink and white confection full of brightly colored toys and heavy baby furniture. The only thing left to assemble was the crib; it was slightly more complicated than she had anticipated. The screws didn’t seem to fit where...

I definitely agree that the idea of waiting for marriage is a societal outgrowth that has a lot of history behind it--not all of it Judeo-Christian, but in the context of the story--which is basically set around 'now' the 'waiting for marriage' has a Christian connotation to it. I mean, if...

I love these kinds of debates, actually. I'm a huge fan of pushing boundaries--but even I have my limits and I would never ask anyone to read anything that made them uncomfortable (for me, that is Buffy/Giles fanfic--geez, he's like her father!). Don't worry, if this ever jumps to anything...

Ah, but remember, they haven't really been together yet, so as much as Kermit might be attracted to her, he's not really at the point where he can envision himself with her--even though he does see her as a sexual being. And I'm not sure about you guys, but I kind of see Kermit as a...

Just because she’d been away for a few years didn’t mean Piggy had forgotten how Kermit worked; and right now her froggy sense was tingling. She’d bet her new diamond-encrusted ipod case that he would be attempting to sneak off to bed without talking to her the minute he walked in the door...

For some reason, this was my favorite part to write so far.

He came home just as it was getting dark—another exhausting day trying to sell an idea without a script, promising that soon it would be finished, insisting it just needed some fine tuning. In reality, he had ended it a hundred times and deleted the ending just as many. It was never right...

Piggy twisted a heavy diamond ring on her finger as she waited. One…two…three rings. On the fourth, a voice with a heavy robotic accent answered. “Yello, you have reached the ‘the Frog’ residence. What’s the 411?” A bit confused, she answered, “Oh…um…yes, may I speak to Kermit...