Authors notes (please read): This is set in The Birds, the Bees and a Baby bit universe. If you haven't read it, that's okay, you don't need to. Just know that Tony and Jeannie are happily married with three children. I love this little universe and felt like it was the perfect setting to write this story. I've always wondered what it would be like if one day a newly single ex of Tony's showed up at the Nelson's door. This is how I see it.

Chapter 1

"That's lovely, sweetie. Your daddy will love it," Jeannie smiled to her son, who was sitting next to her and his brother at the table, happily drawing a welcome home card for Anthony.

"It's green. Daddy likes green," Ben told her proudly, scribbling happily.

Josh hit his crayons against the table, not liking his mother's attention being turned away. "I make daddy card, too."

She laughed lightly and bounced him in her lap. "He will love yours too, darling." She had to supervise them both while they made the cards. At their ages she could let Allison sit and color without worrying about cleaning crayon marks from the table or the walls. With the boys, she knew better than to take her eyes off of them. Making a mess seemed to be in their genes. Thankfully neither of them had any powers that she had to contend with.

"He'll love mine most," Ben added looking at this brother.

"No…" Josh started to protest, but the ringing of the doorbell stopped him.

Jeannie sighed. Who could that possibly be? Anthony was surprising Allison and picking her up from school, but they were not due home for at least another ten minutes. "Benjamin, keep an eye on your brother for just a minute while mommy opens the door."

He nodded, but didn't look at her.

"Josh sweetie, only on the paper, okay?" She reminded him, sliding out of the chair and sitting him back down.

"Okay mommy."

She nodded, but she knew better. She was going to be cleaning or blinking, depending on how much time she had, crayon off the table. She smoothed out her hair and her dress while she walked, wanting to answer the door as quickly as possible.

Normally she would welcome company with open arms, but Anthony had been on a mission for two weeks and this was meant to be family time.

She opened the door slowly with a smile, hoping it was a salesman who she could quickly get rid of.

The woman on the other side offered her an equally placating smile, though she seemed to be confused about something.

"Hello," The woman started, eyes locked with Jeannie's. "I'm sorry I think I must have the wrong address." She said it, but she wasn't sure she was at the wrong address. The woman standing before her reminded her of someone she'd met before.

Jeannie nodded; though she wasn't convinced the woman was at the wrong door. She looked familiar, very familiar, but she could not place the face.

"I'm looking for Tony Nelson," The woman started, "he used to live here."

Jeannie nodded. She knew this woman; knew her eyes. She recognized the lines of her face and way she smiled. She remembered her hair; dark like night. "He still lives here. He is due home from a mission any minute."

The woman nodded. "Oh and you are?" She asked curiously.

Jeannie cocked her head and looked curiously at the woman. "I am his wife, Jeannie." She watched the woman nod slowly and her mouth fall open slowly from surprise.

"I've been out of the country," She started, rambling slightly, "I clearly missed the news story about Tony getting married." Jeannie, the name raced around her mind as she tried to place the woman before her.

Jeannie offered her a smile. "You have not seen him in some time?" It was a question, more for the woman's benefit than hers. She knew that the woman and Anthony had not seen each other in at least a decade.

"It's been years. Ten maybe twelve," She told Jeannie through a sad smile. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I would look him up."

"He should not be long," Jeannie offered. "You are more than welcome to wait."

The woman nodded. "I just might take you up on that offer. Oh, you must think I'm out of mind," She pushed out quickly, "I'm accepting an invitation into your home and I haven't even introduced myself. Melissa Stone."

She held out her hand to Jeannie, but Jeannie paused. Melissa Stone-the same Melissa Stone whom Anthony had been engaged to when he opened her bottle.

To be continued