Author's Note

Okay, I know I have been neglecting my writing, and for that I send my apologises to each and every person who has read or reviewed my stories. SORRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!

Love

Katy

Xxxx

Jeff was waiting for Caitlin in the kitchen. He had been trying to listen to what was being said on the porch, but Brandon was being too loud and jumping around and he couldn't concentrate on their voices.

"What did he want?" He spat, and Caitlin noticed his green eyes flash with an anger she didn't understand.

"To mess with my head." Caitlin walked to the fridge and looked back at Jeff, trying to let him know she didn't want to talk about this. "Do you want a sandwich?"

"Don't change the subject," Jeff slammed the fridge door shut, causing Caitlin to jump. "I want to know why the fuck he was here."

"Don't you dare yell at me," Caitlin could hear her own voice getting louder. "I didn't invite him here. Now move, I need a sandwich."

Jeff sat at the large wooden table and watched Caitlin in disbelief. He couldn't understand how she could be so calm. Paul broke her heart and left her to raise their child alone, then after three years he reappears and she was making a sandwich as though nothing that happened.

"He told me he was in love with me," Caitlin finally revealed as she cooked the steak for her sandwich. She couldn't bring herself to look over at his reaction.

"And what did you say?" Jeff asked, fighting to keep his voice neutral.

"I told him to feed his bullshit to someone too dumb to know any better."

Jeff looked up at the woman he loved and asked the question he dreaded the answer to. "Did you mean it?"

Caitlin was shocked by her best friend's question, but even more shocked by her answer. "I don't know."

Two hours later, Caitlin was back in the kitchen cooking Brandon's dinner. It felt like she spent her whole life in the kitchen now, feeding herself, Jeff and Brandon. She had tried to make them eat meals at the same time, but it had ended up in chaos and food fights. It was just easier this way.

Brandon sat in his chair, watching his mother move around, dancing to the music on the radio.

"Mommy, you dance good."

"Thank you sweetie, but I dance well, not good."

Brandon rolled his eyes. Caitlin was always changing everything he said, even though she knew what he meant anyway.

"Where's daddy?"

"In his private room." Jeff had retreated into his studio after Caitlin's revelation and hadn't re-emerged.

"Who was that man earlier? He was huge!" Caitlin tried not to laugh at his son's awe-filled expression.

"I know sweetie. He is one of the biggest guys I know."

"But he's not bigger than uncle Shane."

Caitlin laughed. For as long as she could remember, Brandon was obsessed with Shane Helms and his Hurricane persona. In Brandon's young eyes, the sun definitely shone out of his butt.

"Yes he is, uncle Shane is a lot smaller than Paul."

"So who is it?" Brandon pressed. "It looked like Triple H."

"That's because it was, munchkin," she kissed her son's forehead and watched with amusement as he squirmed. "He's an old friend of mine."

"Is my dinner ready yet?" Brandon asked, much to Caitlin's relief. She counted her blessings her son had a short attention span.

"Jeff, dinner's ready," she called. "Get your ass through here."

Jeff slowly walked into the kitchen and sat in his usual chair, not saying a word. The air was crackling with tension as they ate. Luckily Brandon was already in bed and wasn't stuck in the middle.

Unable to take it anymore, Caitlin dropped her fork onto her plate. "So, how long is this going to go on?"

"What?"

"The silent treatment, the atmosphere. I hate it."

"What do you expect?" Jeff's eyes stayed fixed on his food. "Tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it."

"Nothing," Caitlin sighed. "Just don't go in a huff when all I'm doing is telling you the truth."

"But do you still have feelings for Paul?"

Caitlin exhaled loudly and looked Jeff straight in the eyes. "Yes."