| Part 15 |
| "Max. I love you so much and I love our kids and I only want what's best for them." Liz managed to choke out. "I know you do. I wish it didn't have to be like this but it is. It's too dangerous for her to be off for a day and a half with out me seeing her." Max picked up a quiet Liz and brought her upstairs into their room and layed her down on the bed. "Well, you can go bring her clothes for her in the morning if you want." Liz had stopped crying and was gripping Max's shirt therefore making him lie next to her. Max kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him. "Okay, fine I will see her in the morning. But Liz this can't happen again." Max said sternly. Liz smiled brightly and pulled herself until she was lying completely on top of him. "Uh......Liz???" Max asked confused. She was just crying a minute ago and now she wanted to.... "Make love to me Max." were the 5 words that sent him flying. After all who was he to say no to his beautiful, sexy wife. The next morning Isabel was up and about. The house was silent. Max, Liz and the kids were all still asleep in bed. So she wandered aimlessly downstairs and decided to make herself some breakfast. Forcing herself to not think about the events of last night she got about making herself busy with fixing the food. She sat down at the counter with a magazine, nursing a cup of coffee laced with tabasco. When she finished a light breakfast of cold cereal, she sat down in an armchair in the living room. She picked up the magazine and resumed reading. Then she heard a noise and dropped the magazine with a start. She looked up and standing in front of her was no one else but Alex Whitman. "Hey Isabel!" Then he dropped to the floor. |
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