A/N: So the rating definitely had to go up this chapter. By the way, I promise this chapter is not going to circle around the gray t-shirt. It does seem like it though. Enjoy!

Tuesday Morning 6:45

Abby reached for the warmth that she knew would be beside her. Finding it cold, she lazily opened her eyes to find the other side of the bed empty. Slowly, the memories of the past two years flooded her brain. She groaned and slid her head under the cover.

Every morning, she thought.

As tears formed in her eyes, she reached for her husband's pillow and held it to her chest, breathing it in. It still smelled like him, faint, but it was there.

Checking the clock she rose out of bed and padded her way to her bathroom. Standing in the mirror she studied her appearance.

Tangled hair, bags under her eyes (from the lack of sleep she felt without her husband). She stared down at the gray t-shirt she wore. His shirt. It only reached mid-thigh and there were a few small holes close to the hem, but she loved it.

"I had fun," Abby said, turning to face him as they reached her door.

He smiled and slid a stray hair behind her ear. "Me too."

They stood in awkward silence for a solid minute.

"Damnit, Kane! Kiss me already," she exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck.

Marcus hurriedly encircled his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers. He pushed her against the door and Abby gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues came together while soft moans filled the hallway.

"Get a room," someone down the hallway said, resulting in snickers from the group.

Marcus slowly broke the kiss and smiled, attempting to step back but Abby tightened her grip on him and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

She quickly unlocked the door to her apartment and pushed him inside.

A flash of clothes and they were naked, making love on her bed.

Several hours later, Abby was tugging on his gray shirt and getting the pizza from the door.

She smiled at the memory and all the other memories it held. The night each of her children were conceived, this shirt was worn. Maybe not for long but…

"He's finally asleep," she moaned, crawling in bed next to her husband. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

His heartbeat almost lulled her to sleep when she felt fingers on the backs of her thighs.

Smiling she placed gentle kisses on his chest, working her way up.

"Marcus," she whispered.

"Abby."

"What do you think you're doing?"

He was silent for a couple of seconds, continuing to run his fingers up and down her thigh. "Just admiring my beautiful wife."

"Oh really?" She reached his lips and pressed hers to his.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured, caressing the line where her thigh met her bottom. His other hand was slowly pushing the gray shirt up her body.

He paused against her lips and smiled, "Going commando in front of our son?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she teased. He gripped her thighs and pulled her on top of him.

Squeezing her hips, he slowly pushed up, his groin coming in contact with her. Moaning, she put her hands on his shoulders, keeping herself steady.

"I think you do," he whispered.

She smirked and pulled the gray shirt over her head, tossing it behind her and listening to the faint thud as it hit the floor.

"Maybe I do," she giggled.

Abby remembered coming home a month later, telling him the good news. They were so happy, they fell into bed that night and made love for hours.

Of course, with all the good memories came bad ones too. Like the first night of the separation.

"Just get the hell out of my face," Abby spat. Marcus pulled at the ends of his hair and punched the wall, leaving a decent size hole there.

"You don't have to tell me twice," he said, storming out of their bedroom and down the stairs, slamming the front door on his way out.

Abby stood by the window, watching as her husband pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road. She didn't know where he was going and frankly, she didn't care.

She slowly walked to her bedroom door and watched as her children silently climbed the ladder to the attic.

Realization struck her and tears pooled in her eyes. They'd heard it all.

Looking at the clock she saw it was well past bedtime but she couldn't bring herself to make the kids come down. They needed each other right now.

Instead she closed the door and got ready for bed. Much faster than she usually did due to the missing person in the small space.

As she walked towards her bed, she peeled off the scrubs she was wearing and threw them in the corner, not caring where they landed.

She contemplated just climbing into bed but decided against it. Just in case the kids crawled into bed with her. Or if Marcus came home.

Grabbing her phone, she quickly called him and sighed when it went straight to voicemail.

She wiped away a loose tear and headed for her closet, picking up the one thing that could give her comfort. Well, the one thing that was within reach, anyway.

Sliding the gray t-shirt on, she lifted the covers up and slid into bed. Abby tried his phone again only to be given the same result.

She felt herself loose control as tears streaked her face. And after several minutes she realized she was openly sobbing into his pillow.

Octavia chose that moment to pop her head in the room. Seeing the state her mother was in, she tiptoed to the bed, followed by Clarke and Bellamy. They slid in around her, Bellamy on one side and the younger girls on the other.

Abby felt two arms wrap around her and for a brief moment she thought Marcus had come home. Looking up of course, she saw her oldest baby, trying to console his mother. This made her sob even harder.

Waking up that morning, Octavia was laying flat on Abby's chest. Bellamy had an arm draped over his sister and Clarke was curled into her mother's side.

Abby smiled at this before she caught sight of the figure in the doorway.

His stance was cold but his eyes gave him away, as he leaned down and picked up a small suitcase. He gave her one last look before turning around and leaving.

She shook her head and turned the shower on. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't spend all morning on memory lane.

This week was about her son being home from college and being able to spend time with all of her children. Even if that meant she had to spend time with him.

7:00

He groaned when the alarm went off and fought with the overwhelming drowsiness as he among his legs over the couch bed.

As much as he loved his spending time with his family, he hated sleeping in the pool house. He had half a mind to storm into the house and demand to sleep in the guest room. Of course that room was next to the master bedroom and he opted to stay as far away from that room as possible. He'd just stick with the back ache all week.

He made his way to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand over the beard that he'd grown (for Abby) and sighed. It was time to start cutting old ties.

He picked up the razor and held it to his face. Thoughts of Abby filled his mind, causing him to shut his eyes and grip the razor harder.

Another day, he thought and set the razor back down.

7:30

As soon as he stepped into the house, breakfast hit his face and his mouth began watering.

When he and Abby first began dating, he was quick to find that she had phenomenal skills in the kitchen. It was definitely a close second to his mother's cooking.

He expected to find the kids in the living room, watching cartoons but found it empty. The kitchen was empty of his children as well.

Confusion written all over his features, he walked to the coffee pot and poured a generous amount into two mugs, sitting one by Abby who was currently slaving over the stove.

She smiled at him and picked it up. He noticed that she was wearing a pajama set and not the usual gray t-shirt.

As if reading his thoughts, she spoke, "I didn't find it appropriate giving the circumstances. And the kids are all still asleep. They had a late night I guess."

He nodded but didn't speak. Leaning against the counter, he thought back to times when he cherished his children's drowsiness.

"They're all still asleep," Marcus whispered, coming up behind his wife and running his hands down her sides. He swept her wavy curls to the side and placed gentle kisses on her neck.

"Marcus," Abby hissed. He slipped a hand under his gray t-shirt and grazed her inner thigh. His fingers trailed closer to her center as her breathing quickened.

"Marcus, the kids-"

"Are asleep," he finished, nuzzling her neck again. She let out a soft moan when he nipped the spot behind her ear.

She raised one hand behind her head to curl itself in his thick locks as the other gripped his arm for balance. He narrowly managed to repress a groan when she rubbed her bottom against his cock. She felt it harden against her backside and smiled.

He quickly wiped her smile away when he plunged two fingers inside her and allowed his thumb to caress the bundle of nerves her body ached for him to touch. With his free hand, he reached around them and turned the knob to the stove down before placing a hand on her belly, holding up her weight.

"Let go, darling," he whispered in her ear. Replacing his thumb with his other hand, he allowed the two fingers inside her to quicken their pace.

"Oh, oh Marcus." Her hold on his hair tightened as well as the one on his arm. Her soft moans began to grow louder as he lead her closer to her climax.

"Come into my hands, sweetheart."

And she did. To cover her cry he placed his lips on hers and passionately kissed her as he slowly eased her down.

"Mmmm, if I didn't hear the kids come down the stairs I'd return the favor. But I promise after breakfast, I'll take care of you," she whispered and cupped him.

He groaned in her ear, "I'll hold you to that."

Marcus felt himself begin to harden at the memory and instantly shoved it out of his head. He wasn't prepared to make a fool of himself.

"Thank you," she said, making Marcus choke on his coffee.

"For what?"

"Finishing the dishes last night. I completely forgot about them."

He waved a dismissive hand in the air. "It was the least I could do. Besides, you cooked."

He shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to her, missing the small smile that claimed her face.

7:45

Clarke was the first one down, followed by Octavia and Bellamy, who held Raven in his arms.

"She was fussing when I walked by so I figured I'd bring her down," he said when Abby questioned him.

She nodded and took Raven out of his hands, placing her on her shoulder, Abby bounced and attempted to begin fixing plates for everyone.

"I got her," Marcus spoke up once he saw her struggling.

"Thank you," she murmured when he stepped into her personal space to retrieve his daughter.

The three eldest Kane children shared smirks as the watched the exchange in front of them.

If only they knew.

9:27

"Mom, Dad?" Octavia called as she entered the kitchen. Her parents stood side by side doing the dishes. For a moment she thought they didn't need to lock them in the basement.

"I didn't ask you to help me, asshole," Abby said.

Never mind, she thought.

"Why won't you ever let me do something nice? I'm trying to be a good dad and spend some time with my kids. You don't have to be a bitch if I offer to help do the damn dishes."

"I'm being a bitch? Why the hell did you even offer if all you're going to do is stand there and call me names?"

"Damnit, Abby-" Marcus quickly cut himself off upon seeing Octavia in the doorway.

"Honey, I'm sorry you had to hear that. Please forgive me," he said, cleaning his hands off and rushing to her.

"It's okay, Dad. I've heard worse."

He dropped his head and closed his eyes. He and Abby were supposed to have a peaceful discussion that night but of course it turned into a screaming match on the front porch. For the whole neighborhood to watch.

Octavia looked at the floor before looking back up to her parents. "I was thinking maybe we could play a game. Like Monopoly or something."

"Sure, honey. I think you're mother would like to finish the dishes by herself, anyway," he said.

"No! I meant all three of us. Like we used to."

Marcus and Abby looked at each other and back to their daughter.

"I mean, if you don't want to-"

"No, no. We'll play. Won't we Marcus?"

He sighed and nodded his head. "Of course."

Octavia smiled wide and ran up the steps in search of the board game.

9:30

Bellamy peered into the kitchen and smiled once he found it empty. Octavia had done her part. He crept across the kitchen floor and opened the door to the basement.

As a child, he'd always found the basement scary. The staircase creaked when you stepped on it and the old lights flickered occasionally.

Taking a deep breath he ventured down the steps and flicked the switch, illuminating the room. The bulbs flickered once, twice, then turned off completely. He sighed and pulled out his phone, sending Clarke an update.

[Bellamy] O is playing monopoly with mom and dad and we need light bulbs

[Clarke] what else

[Bellamy] still looking

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and continued into the room.

There wasn't much in the basement; boxes, an old couch, and a small bathroom in the corner.

[Bellamy] hygiene products

[Clarke] why can't we just grab their stuff from the house

[Bellamy] if they notice it's gone before we get them down here they might get suspicious

[Clarke] ah, is there anyway you can find out if mom is on her period

[Bellamy] ...

[Clarke] forget it i'll text O

He rolled his eyes and began opening boxes, making sure nothing dangerous was inside.

10:27

"Bell?" Clarke called from the top of the steps.

"Down here!"

"I need some help with these boxes," she whispered, picking one up and going down the stairs.

"Boxes? How much stuff did you get?"

"Enough. They have at least two weeks of food, enough alcohol to last them a month and the other small necessities we thought of."

"Okay. There wasn't much that needed to be cleaned out. Most of these boxes are filled with crap Mom won't throw out. I cleaned the bathroom and fixed up an old mattress for them to sleep on."

Clarke looked around and spotted the mattress against the wall. "It's only a twin."

"I don't think they'll be doing much sleeping," he said.

"Oh sick, Bell!"

"No, I didn't mean… I meant they'll be doing a lot of arguing, not having sex."

Clarke only shrugged her shoulders in response and continued to survey the space.

"Are we ready?" she finally asked.

"I think so."

11:00

[Octavia] you bozos need to hurry mom and dad are getting impatient

[Bellamy] we're ready

[Clarke] are you guys in the living room

[Octavia] yes

[Clarke] here i come

A loud noise sounded from the kitchen followed by a shriek. Abby and Marcus looked at each other before standing up and headed towards the kitchen.

Before they reached the door, Clarke bust through in tears. "Bellamy fell."

"Marcus call an ambulance," Abby said and began descending the stairs.

He turned in the direction of the phone but Clarke stopped him screaming, "No! I will! Mom might need your help!"

He nodded and rushed down the stairs after his wife. A couple seconds later Clarke heard, "What the hell? Where is he?"

"I'm sorry guys! We're doing this for your own good," Bellamy called from the top of the stairs.

"Bell?"

Footsteps began sounding on the stairs but before they reached the top, Bellamy had already shut and dead bolted the door shut.

"Please tell me this is a joke," Marcus asked, voice muffled.

"I'm sorry, Dad. It had to be done," Octavia said.

"Open this door right now!" Abby demanded.

"Mom, we will let you out when you can learn to get along, get back together or kill the other. Whichever comes first," Clarke replied.

"You've got to be kidding me," Marcus sighed.

The three looked at each other, silently asking how long they should stick around.

"Should we leave them by themselves?" Bellamy asked.

"I don't see why not. They're not getting out of there until we unlock the door," Clarke said.

"We can check on them every other hour or so," Octavia offered, which both of her siblings agreed to.

"Get out of my way," Abby said to Marcus. "Bellamy, Clarke, Octavia, one of you open this door right now."

"Can't do that," Octavia said.

"Please! What about Raven? You can't expect me to feed her through the door!"

"We still have the bottles you pumped for Dad and the frozen ones in the fridge. She'll be okay. Now you two need to go down the stairs and work things out," Clarke answered.

"I'm gonna break the door down," Marcus said.

"You better not," Abby replied.

"Don't you want to get out of here?"

"Yes, but you're not breaking the door down."

They couldn't hear a reply but they all assumed Marcus had rolled his eyes.

"Okay, well, we're going to check on Raven. Don't go anywhere. Well, I guess you can't really-"

"Clarke!" Abby and Marcus yelled in unision.

"Anyway, bye guys!" Bellamy said.

"Wait! Don't leave!" Abby called.

"Love you!" Octavia called.

After a few minutes of silence, Marcus came to the conclusion that it wasn't a joke and silently crept down the stairs, Abby trailing him.

"I guess this is it," he said. Abby nodded and looked around the room.

She took in the mattress and boxes filled with things their children left them and gasped.

"You don't think they'll keep us down here that long do you? Because it looks like they've packed enough for a few weeks."

He only shrugged in response, lying down on the couch.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

A/N: So? How was it? Stay tuned. This chapter would have been posted earlier but my birthday was Saturday and I just didn't have it in me to write. So here it is. Please excuse any and all mistakes. It's pretty late here. Anyway… Enjoy!!!