It had been about a month since I began to work from home and, though I got more time with my girls, I was going fucking crazy.

I would often drag Max and Cymba to the store or the park just to get out of the house. Just sitting around was complete torture to me, but at least the house had never been cleaner, nor the yard. I even started a fucking garden, which Max loved. The flowers were perfect for her to get pictures of me and Cymba. I was quite sure I had put a good thousand miles on our Subaru in just the first week. Joyce came to stay with us until the twins came, to help me out since I was officially on bed rest. Doctor's orders.

Stupid fucking doctor's orders.

So there I was, sitting on the couch, playing on my phone, my leg bouncing like crazy with restlessness. Joyce came back from putting Cymba to bed, and laid her hand on my knee.

"Chloe, honey. Stop. I know this sucks for you, but it'll get better. I promise." She smiled.

"I know, I'm just so fucking restless! I can't work out, not allowed to walk more than necessary, I'm going insane!" I ran my hands through my hair, which was once again blue.

"Well, how about you and Max go out tonight? I'll stay with Natalia." Joyce offered.

I smirked, thinking of Max all dressed up. "Sure. I'm sure after all the jitters of the photography shindig, she might enjoy some relaxing time."

"There you go. It'll be good for the both of you." Joyce patted my knee and left the room.

God, I loved it when Max dressed up. With her short, hipster hair up in a half bun, a light bit of eyeliner and lipstick, and oh, that dress. That pastel pink, spaghetti strap dress. The loose skirt stopped just above her knees, with a short-to-long detail, accompanied by white three-inch heels.

"God, you are so beautiful." I said, mesmerized.

"Please, you're way more beautiful than me. Look at you." She gestured to me.

I shrugged, looking down. My dress was strapless, blue top and black knee length skirt separated by a blue and black sash. I coupled it with some small fishnets and knee high, two-inch boots. My hair was up in a bun, and I went with a nice smokey eye and nude lipstick.

"I mean, I'm alright. But you, you're gorgeous!" I told her.

She blushed. "God, I love it when you turn into a tomato. Come on, let's go." I took her hand and off we went.

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We sat in the near by Olive Garden, munching on their bread sticks as we decided on what we want to actually eat.I reached out toward Max's drink. She slapped my hand away and glared at me. "No. You're not allowed to have alcohol." She said as she looked back at her menu.

"Nelly said I could have a glass of wine every now and then. What you have is indeed wine, and I only want a sip." I said.

"I think I'm gonna get the Lasagna Fritta." Max said, ignoring me.

"Bitch."

The waiter came right then, cutting off anything Max was going to say. "Have you ladies decided what you would like to eat?" He asked. He was young, looking no more than sixteen, with his long black hair pulled back into a braid the almost reached his ass. Based off his skin tone and excellent bone structure, I would bet my entire paycheck that he was Native American.

"Yes, I would like the Lasagna Fritta. Have you decided, babe?" Max said.

"Yeah. I just want the chicken Alfredo, and a refill, please." I said, finishing my strawberry and passion fruit limonata.

"Coming right up." He said as he took the menus. He went to turn around, but then face us once more. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you guys make a cute couple, and my boss said that if anyone gives you trouble, then let know and it'll be taken care of." He smiled widely, then left the table before either of us could respond.

"Wow. Okay, then." I said.

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Once we finished dinner, we spent our time walking hand in hand around the little plaza just a small distance from the restaurant.

We looked in shops, sometimes buying things, sometimes just looking. And when I would had started feeling nauseous, Max had my Zofran there at the ready.

"I'm so lucky to have you. I love you." I kissed her cheek.

"No, I'm the lucky one." She blushed.

Our night continued in romantic bliss. When we got home, Joyce was asleep in the guest room, and Cymba was asleep in her crib. We took advantage of nobody being conscious, making love for hours on end.

A/N: Jesus fuck, that was hard! It took me so long to write this! I started writing this chapter right after I published the last one! Ugh. Anyway, there will be twists and turns to come, just you wait. I had an idea to put in this chapter, but I think I'll just make a one shot of it or even write it in the next chapter. Until then, I'll see you guys later. Bye, bitches.