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Dr. Martinez's POV

By the time we left the airport, my mood went from speechless, to just plain pissed. I ended up pulling Max aside and literally screaming at her.

"Why is he here?" Okay, I whisper/yelled, because I didn't want to draw any attention. But you get my point.

"It was Ella's idea, really." I knew Ella and her dad wrote to each other, but why would she want him to come? She knew exactly why he left. "I guess Ella's told him about us, and he's intrigued. He wanted to come down, despite his hate for Jeb." She continued, basically reading my mind.

"And I thought Angel was the mind reader." I joked, lightening the atmosphere. Max smiled and pushed me towards the door. I guess I'm not mad, I'm just surprised. Wow, my mood changes a lot! I just realized that. Hmm…

Now I just have to deal with him for the next 30 days, and then he'll be out of my hair forever. (Hopefully)

Max's POV

Have you ever noticed that on the night of your wedding, everything seems to go wrong? No, well maybe that's just me. First, my hair wasn't cooperating while Nudge was trying to 'fix it'. Then, Ella comes in fussing about the fact that I have nothing old, new, borrowed or blue, WHILE I'M TRYING TO GET DRESSED! I mean, come on, can't a bride to be get a little privacy? And I guess it's against tradition for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress, so luckily I didn't have Fang in there too. (Although I had just about everyone else in there, helping me get ready.) It really didn't help that Ella was forcing random things on me, like mom's old locket, blue nail polish, a bracelet she borrowed from Nudge, and new earrings. Gosh! Add in a few nerves, and you've got enough stress to drive yourself insane. I almost went insane, but seeing Fang in his black tuxedo, (which he looked hot in…) just seemed to melt all of the stress away. He's like a stress reliever or something, you know.

After the wedding, we had a lovely reception. Fang and I danced to Only You Can Love Me This Way, by Keith Urban. (AN: Such a cute song!) And get this; I didn't step on his feet! What a miracle! Although when Jeb and I danced, I purposely messed up, but that's just me showing him how much I love him. (Try saying that 5 times fast!)

Speaking of Jeb, David starting drinking when he arrived. I almost felt bad for Mom, having to deal with a drunken ex, but he was only going to be there for one more day. What's the worst that could happen?

David's POV

I promised myself that I wouldn't drink in front of Ella, but I couldn't help it. I had a crucial decision to make. Drink, or attack the man I hated more than life itself? The second one was tempting, but would Ella really think less of me if I drank a few beers? She probably wouldn't of, if I only had a beer or two. But truth be told, I had at least 7 beers, not to mention all of the whiskey shots I drank along with it. So basically by the time Valencia took me 'home', I was wasted.

That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was when Valencia came out of her room in her nightgown. (A very sexy nightgown, I might add.) All of the feelings hidden below the surface came through in a drunken madness.

Ella was already in bed, and I was still wasted. So I started pulling crap out of the top of my head, like 'Valencia, you look so beautiful tonight.' and 'God called, he wants his angel back.' You know the usually cheap pick up lines. You would think that a woman, 37 years of age, would know I was just trying to get lucky. But she blushed! She freaking blushed! I took a step forward and kissed her pink lips, and she didn't push me away. My first thought was that maybe she was drunk too. It was possible, considering the fact that when I led her upstairs, she still didn't turn away.

And this is where the drunken madness comes in again. The one thing better than acting like a complete jack ass and not remembering it, is making hot, steamy love to your ex, while your wasted. How's that for playing the fields?

Dr. Martinez's POV

When I woke up the next morning, I felt different. More open, more loved, more outraged by the fact that my ex husband was lying naked, in my bed! I mean, how stupid is a woman who goes to bed with her drunken ex the night before? Obviously a very stupid one! And yes, I do mean me. Was I like drunk or something? Was I sleep walking? Seriously, I couldn't have been fully there, if you know what I mean.

But last night he smelled so good, not counting the alcohol on his breath. Even the cheap pickup lines he was throwing around seemed romantic. I've always loved him, but I've hidden behind the fact that he left me so many years back. I guess seeing him like that took my back to the good old days. Either that or I was abducted by aliens, which at this point seems quite logical.

Putting all that aside, I still had to figure out a way to explain this to Ella. Oh god, Ella. She's in the room next door. What if she heard us? Oh god, oh god, oh god! Sure she's 16, but does she really need to know about my personal love life? Okay, now I am freaking out.

David started to stir, and eventually he stretched and opened his eyes. He quickly looked around the room, his eyes landing on my naked form. He reached out and cautiously touched my cheek, as if to make sure last night really happened. His eyes were unfocused, his hair completely messed up. He looked 20 years younger, and I had the sudden urge to kiss him. But I quickly regretted just the thought, I mean, look what happened last night. When I finally found my voice, which was small and hidden at this point, I quietly whispered,

"Ella doesn't need to know what happened. Let's get dressed and go downstairs, acting as though nothing happened. Deal?" Realization dawned on his face, the memory of last night flooding to his brain.

"Oh, yeah." He ground out, looking quite embarrassed about the whole situation. But god, he wasn't the only one.

Done with chapter 3. So there was quite a bit of swearing, and tons of sexual stuff, but hey, I really liked it. Tell me what you think and REVIEW!! Thanks, you guys are awesome!