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10:00 am ; Whitney and Robert’s home in Laurel Canyon was certainly their own little paradise— the inside radiated just as much warmth as it’s exterior, walls full of art made by friends, as well and the kiddos’ drawings… house plants lined up on windowsills and on wooden stools in the corners… natural light peering in to shine upon the maroons, oranges, golds, earth tones that decorate each room. It truly was a treasure to wake up in such a humble abode, even when a certain little child was forcing their sleeping mother into the kitchen for breakfast— even with such small hands, their children could and would lead their parents anywhere.

As the brunette began chopping up some berries and bananas, the two curly little girls sat happily at the kitchen table with their crayons and sheets of paper ; babbling on about whatever their blossoming minds could come up with next— they were the perfect combination of Whitney and her other half. Loose, light brown curls and kind eyes, with dimples just as cute as can be — and she looked toward her daughters with a tired, yet loving gleam in her own hues. “Alright you two- oh, good morning babe,” She greeted her husband with a grin and a sweet little kiss. “Guess what we’re using these berries and bananas for…….. it’s a pancake morning!”

If there was one thing that these children loved, it was their pancakes. Whitney got a kick out of seeing their sweet little faces light up every time they got to have them for breakfast— and this morning was certainly no exception as she chuckled softly, making sure to grab a sip of her coffee while it was still hot. Unfortunately, it had to be decaf, due to the new addition to the Plant family; a little bump began to show with Whitney’s belly, the bundle being their first son. Their girls would have a little brother soon to sit at the table and color with, and if she was being honest, the mom of now three couldn’t be happier with her little family. With that same fond smile, she then peered up at Robert as she brought him closer to her frame.

                “ you know-- me ‘n rog used to listen to you guys back before we were even thinking about being in a band together.  ”

“OH! I almost took you right on out, little me--”

Both. The girl is, both, laughing and crying all in one, messy go. There’s no use weeping over spilled milk, no, nor should there be any reason to laugh over spilled booze; yet we have Evangeline rioting her way through a plethora of both... champagne pop giggles, tear drop pinked cheeks... 

“I was just... Well, I was proving a point, and...” the show was over. some similarly drunk fellow had told her to Do A Dance... A pirouette seemed a simple enough task, and it should have been! Really! She’d even suckled down half the beer in hand mid-spin before so unceremoniously barreling into the man himself... 

couldn’t time things so terribly if she tried, really. Of course.

“... and I am so sorry, I...” stumbling, over her words and her own toes, before hugging the now very empty beer bottle against her now damp dress, staring instead at Robert with the most pathetic of little pouts poised, an eager attempt to TRY and stop her laughter. 

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Photoshoots. Damned things, aren’t they? Stand here, sit there, look pleasant, pop a hip Ari won’t you, look at the camera love, not quite like that, much better-- if they weren’t such whirlwinds, they’d be hell: but the waiting is perpetually more devastating than any of the posing or positioning could be. At least, to Ari, who has had camera flashes burned into her retinas since she was just a tiny toddler. Who could have ever guessed she’d be here now, with a REAL ROCK BAND, hiding away within a leopard print coat at least twice her size.

It was a night well spent in the canyon among friends— guitars and instruments of all varieties were brought out, wine supplied, amongst other substances of the green variety… Whitney simply had a blast. Especially seeing as it meant she was able to have some genuine time to just hang out with Robert; things had gotten a bit more hectic with their careers and it felt wonderful to finally have some down time, some peace along with good company.

As the sun greeted the sky, the young writer had helped herself to some coffee and asked the singer if he wanted to take a morning walk around the area— and in a sleepy haze, she threw on a sweater before grabbing the hot mug of coffee to head out the door with him. The classic crisp autumn air caressed the pair as they began their stroll, feet becoming a bit damp from the dewy grass and a slight shiver trickling through her olive skin.