(Ash's POV)

My girlfriend Ali Krieger and I were walking back to our hotel room after a long workout. Ali wanted to work on PKs and I wanted to work on judging them, so that's exactly what we did. I'll admit she got more past me than I saved, but I didn't mind. I would just work on it more.

When we opened the door to our room we found a note on the floor, with Kriegs and Ash written on the top. I opened it and read it outloud.

Dear Kriegs and Ash,

This letter may seem a bit weird, but I'm going to need you to bear with me, as this isn't really about me, it's about Morgan.

First of all, for the longest time Jrue and I have fantasized about begining a family. Children of our own, it's really all we talk about anymore. Unfortunately with our busy and conflicting schedules, it doesn't seem at the moment that there is time for us to think about having a child, let alone raise one. It's also become increasingly hard for Jrue and I to spend time together, again with conflicting and bust schedules. For these reasons, I hate to say it, but I am going to retire.

Now that you know that, I must inform you what this letter is actually about. As you probably already know, Moe is like a daughter to me, and I can't just leave her on her own. I've thought about leaving her with Tobin but... well I just don't see that ending well. They're both troublemakers and rule breakers, not that that's a bad thing, I just don't think it should be mixed up, especially when I need someone who I know will discipline her when it's needed.

This is why I've decided I'm leaving Morgan with you. I know this is sudden and probably a little bit crazy since I haven't even asked if you're okay with it, but if you are, I would really appreciate you taking her in. She needs guidance sometimes and now I'm not going to be there to give it.

There are some things you need to know about Morgan before I leave her with you. For one, watch out for her puppy dog eyes. I swear to God sometimes she just got away with things because of those big brown eyes of hers. Please don't let her get away with things just because she played the "I'm sad and cute" card.

Next, tell Moe how great she is. Sometimes, she gets insecure. Really insecure. She gets scared when she messes up, and down on herself. Be careful with how you criticize her playing, sometimes it can be the complete difference in her mood that day. Tell her when she messes up, but tell her how to correct it, don't just explain how badly she screwed up.

If she's sick or hurt or lonely, please give her cuddles. I can't tell you how many times she's burst into my room with family problems, or she just wasn't feeling well. Sometimes all it takes is a movie, snuggled up in bed, to cheer her up. Sometimes you'll need to talk to her as well, assure her that everything is okay. But I know you guys are good at that.

When she cries, like actual crying, not just crying to get out of something, be the first person by her side. Or the second, since there's two of you. Moe doesn't actually cry often, so when she does you know something is up. I've only seen Moe cry on three occasions that didn't involve her trying to get out of something or when she got hurt during games. Two of those were when she got so sick that we couldn't leave the bathroom because we'd just be back later. The other was when she was having some family issues and got into a fight with her sister. I shit you not, those were three of the scariest times in my life, because I thought I could lose her.

In the event that you have to take her phone away, please, please remember to text her parents what's going on. I cannot tell you the amount of times I've taken it and then they've actually called me to make sure their daughter was alive. I can laugh back on it now but then it was a kind of scary experience, knowing that I made two parents worry so much.

When she doesn't want to eat, be careful. If Morgan Brian doesn't want to eat, something is obviously wrong. Of course you're going to have to make her eat something, it can be little, but when whichever meal it is, is finished, talk to her. Something is going on. Moe not wanting to eat is red flag number one.

Also, please, for the first couple weeks, go a little easy on her. She'll probably be scared or hurt that I left her. This will be an entirely new experience for her and I don't want anything to happen. Please protect my baby Moe from everything you can. I know there are going to be some things that are inevitable and out of your control, but I just don't want her to get hurt.

Please take all of these instructions to heart, and understand they are not rules, but simply guidelines. I am leaving Moe in your hands, and you may "raise" her as you wish. If you accept the responsibility to take her in as your child, meet me in the lobby ten minutes before dinner.

Sincerely,
Cheney

I turned back to Ali. "Whoa," she breathed. "Cheney's... Cheney's retiring."

I nodded, sitting on my bed. "What are we gonna do?" I turned towards her.

"Well I'm hoping we're thinking the same thing," she sat next to me.

I rested my head on her shoulder. "I think we are."

Later that night we met Cheney in the lobby. It was exactly ten minutes before dinner. "So?" she almost looked scared.

Ali and I looked at each other, and we knew we had the same response.

"We're taking in baby Moe."