Alex woke up and starred up at the ceiling momentarily forgetting where she was. She had no idea what to do. She had to get to New York, Dallas, or Las Vegas, someplace far enough from Los Angeles and large enough to be able to blend in with the people. If she hadn't gotten restless and left that motel she wouldn't be stuck in a cabin with a stranger. Well not just any stranger, international rock star Mitchie Torres. Mitchie had yet to recognize her but what would happen when she did? What if her and the Raccoons were friends? She wouldn't let them take her baby.
Determined to not let the Raccoons find her or her baby, Alex got up and walked over to the fridge. She decided to cook herself and Mitchie a meal since they both seemed to need it.
Mitchie glanced up from her notebook to observe the bustling woman make dinner. She didn't comment and before long she could smell the delicious aroma of tomato sauce. "I'll clear the table, so that we can eat sitting down," she offered and Alex gave her a smile that tugged at her heart strings.
"How long have you been here in Nevada?" questioned Alex in an attempt to make conversation.
"It's been about eight months now," answered Mitchie much to Alex's relief. That meant that she hadn't been up to date to recent scandals.
"So where are you traveling from?" asked Mitchie.
Alex continued eating although her appetite was gone. "I've been living in Seattle," responded Alex. "You're not from Nevada are you?" she asked.
"I'm from New York," responded Mitchie.
Alex attempted to stand up and clear the table, but a fainting spell caused her to nearly fall over. Mitchie ran to her side and picked her up bridal style to carry back into the bedroom.
"Is there anyone I can call for you? Your husband perhaps?" asked Mitchie in an attempt to get more information from the mysterious pregnant woman.
"I'm not married and there is no one to call," Alex answered softly.
"Don't lie to me Alex! Who are you running from? Since you're under my roof, I think I have a right to know what type of danger you're in," yelled a frustrated Mitchie.
"Look Mitchie the less you know the better it is," replied Alex without quite meeting Mitchie's eyes. "I didn't commit a crime and I don't have a husband looking for me. That's all I can tell you."
"Where is the baby's father, Alex?" demanded Mitchie.
"He's dead," she replied with no emotion.
Mitchie paled at the revelation. "Didn't he have a family that could help you?" questioned Mitchie. Alex's silence told Mitchie that the baby's father's family was the ones that Alex was running from. "They want the baby don't they?"
Alex's head snapped up, her eyes open wide. "I didn't say that!" she exclaimed.
"Alex I'm not stupid. Why do they want the baby?" demanded Mitchie. "Look the moment that you came into my house, your problem became my problem, whether we like it or not."
Alex couldn't take anymore. She was tired of running and dealing with everything on her own. "My baby's father is dead and his parents want the baby. They see my baby as a replacement for the one they lost. This baby is mine."
"That's obvious, but why are you running?" questioned Mitchie.
"They're rich," was Alex's simple response.
"And?"
"What do you mean and? You're in their same position so it's easy for you to say. Money is what makes the world go round Mitchie!" exclaimed Alex.
"Alex having money does not mean you can buy whatever you want," reasoned Mitchie.
"Yes it does. In a couple of weeks I will give birth to my baby and disappear," said a determined Alex.
"Alex it's not fair to the baby or to you to keep running," said Mitchie.
"No its not, but it would be worse to allow them to take my baby," cried Alex with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Dammit Alex they can't just take your child!" yelled Mitchie.
"Yes they can. They offered to buy the baby but I refused and ran when they threatened to simply take him. They have plenty of connections," said Alex.
Mitchie knew that she would not win this argument so she chose to try a different approach. "Do you have any money?"
"Enough for the doctor and that's about it," admitted Alex.
"Do you know anything about music?" asked Mitchie.
The questioned surprised Alex but she nodded yes. "A bit."
"Well if you help me organize this music and a finish some of this unfinished songs, I will pay you," offered Mitchie.
"Mitchie you're already giving me a place to live, I can't take your money!" exclaimed Alex.
Mitchie looked around the cabin. "Alex, look at this place. I need to get my music in order and finish some stuff up. I can't stay here forever," explained Mitchie although prior to meeting Alex she had no intention of going back anytime soon.
Alex walked over to Mitchie and kissed her cheek before wrapping her arms around her neck and burrowing her head in the crook of her neck. "Thank you."