So, ya'll seemed a little curious about the last chapter.
Let's hope ya'll like this one too.

Updated: 05/16/2014

"So, did you have a good weekend?" Kathy asked Ethan when he entered the house, Julie asleep in her car seat. He started and stared at his wife, who was sitting on the couch, a magazine in her hands.

"Kathy."

"Ethan."

"You're home early."

"Hmm, well I had the chance, and I took it." He just nodded and moved to put the baby in her crib. "So, how was your weekend?" Kathy asked again, moving to see Ethan in the baby's room.

"It was fine."

"Did you and Mr. Weir have fun?"

"Kathy, do you want to talk about this now?"

"Yes. I need to know."

"Kathy, you were the one that suggested he stay all weekend."

"I know. And I knew what was going to happen."

"You did?"

"Of course. I'm your wife. I know you better than you know yourself."

"I doubt that." She actually smiled at him as they moved to the dining table, sitting on opposite sides so they could talk. "And yes, we had a good weekend."

"I suppose you were able to break him and convince him of your conniving ways. How's it feel to be a child molester?"

"I am not a child molester – he is 17; he's legal." She laughed at him and watched him with steady eyes. "Kathy, we can't keep doing this – it isn't good for Julie. Do you want her to grow up thinking that this is love? Want her to think this is the way that life is supposed to be? That husband and wife's hate each other?" She looked down at her hands and frowned.

"Of course not. I hoped that we could fall back in love… But when I saw you look at Mr. Weir, I knew. I knew I had lost you for good. I had hoped to change you, to bring you back to me… But I couldn't. It was too late. I was too late."

"I'm sorry Kathy. But you were the one that changed on me first."

"I know. I thought you were a safe bet. Dependable. Would always be there. So I started sleeping around on you – I became reclusive and mean because I hated using you that way. But I couldn't stop."

"Is Julie even mine?!"

"Of course she is! I took one of your hairs to make sure." Ethan scoffed then, making her sigh. "I'm sorry. I just hope… I hope that you and Mr. Weir can be happy together."

"I would like to think we could be."

"She took it really well." I stared at the message on my phone, dread building up in my stomach.

"What is it?" Erica asked, making me shake my head. "Benny."

"He told his wife."

"What!?" she asked, staring at me, mouth agape.

"Yeah. And apparently she took it well. I think I just ended a marriage."

"Benny you can't be considering seeing him again!"

"Why not?"

"Because he's older, and married! They should work this out!"

"But if he told her-"

"Benny. You can't do this! Give my cousin a chance okay? One date before you go settling down for the rest of your life."

I think about her words as I look at my phone.

"You're right. When is our date?" Erica cheered in her seat and clapped her hands.

"Yay. Tonight if that's okay? He lives the next town over, but eh, he can make the commute. He has his own car!"

"Whatever. Tonight then. Set it up."

I was walking home when I saw a car in front of my house. I stopped, recognizing it. When a figure stepped out though, it wasn't who I expected.

"Mr. Weir."

"Mrs. Morgan. What are you doing here?" She smiled at me, all teeth for a moment before she went stoic again.

"My husband is very upset – you aren't returning his messages." I sigh, knowing she's right. Ethan – Mr. Morgan - had been texting me all day, and I ignored him. "What happened dear?"

"Mrs. Morgan, I don't know what he told you-"

"Mr. Weir, I think we both know very well what he told me. He and I had a long talk. We understand what happened between us. It's okay. Really. He'll be happier with you. I know that now."

"I can't," I say, gripping the strand of my bag hard. "I… I can't do that to your family."

"What?"

"I'm resigning as your babysitter and please tell Eth… Mr. Morgan that I will not be seeing him again. That I have a date tonight in fact. Tell him to mend your household." I walk past her, not missing the awe-struck look on her face as I go to my door. "Tell him I'm sorry."

I sat there, Erica's cousin across from me – he was shorter than me, with light blonde hair and cool blue eyes. He was good looking, I would admit that, but he wasn't Ethan.

I ignored that thought though and smiled at him.

"So, Erica tells me you just discovered your sexuality?" I blushed and looked down at my food.

"Yeah, I did… by awkward circumstances."

"That's what she said too. Am I ever gonna learn what those were?"

"Maybe… but it's not first-date material." He laughed and we sat there, chatting idly about anything and everything – our likes, dislikes, common interests, school, past boyfriends/girlfriends, everything in between. He was fun to get along with, even though he was a tad annoying.

"So," he said as we begun to eat dessert. "Do you think I can get a second date and a phone number?"

"Maybe… what do I get out of it?" I have found a cockiness in my voice that makes him smirk at me and lean a little closer, his voice dropping.

"How about a goodnight kiss?"

"Well aren't you being forward." He grins at me, a smirk, his teeth glinting in the light.

"I can show you how forward I can be."

"Well, isn't this cozy?!" I jerk away from Rory and look up into the jealous face of one Ethan Morgan, his dark eyes focused on me.

"Hi," is all I say, staring at him. He stares at me while Rory looks at us in confusion. I turn away and grab a napkin, grabbing a pen the waitress had left with the check, which was already paid, so I could write down my number. "Text me sometime. I don't think we're gonna get to finish this date." He nods and grabs my hand as I hand him the note, kissing it.

"I look forward to the next one." I don't miss the glare he sends Ethan as he gets up to leave. Ethan looks at me and grabs my hand, tugging me up to stand with him. I yank my wrist away from him and leave the restaurant, him behind me.

"What the hell was that about? I thought Kathy was kidding when she told me you had a date tonight."

"Why the hell do you care!? You're married! You shouldn't even be alone with me!" He pulls me to his car and pushes me into the backseat as he begins to drive. "Are you kidnapping me now?!"

"No, I'm taking you somewhere we can talk." We stop at the park, him scrambling into the backseat with me. "Why were you on a date with that kid?"

"He's my age – if he's a kid, so am I." He glares at me before he sighs.

"Benny, I thought we talked about this. I want to be with you."

"I know you do. But we can't. You need to get that through your head. We. Can. Not. Be. Together."

"Why the hell not?!"

"I'm not going to be responsible for breaking up your marriage! I will not do it! And if me dating Rory and not babysitting Julie anymore is the way to do it, then so be it!"

He frowns at me before he leans over, kissing me with a lust-filled passion that I feel seep into my soul. I try to pull away but he's persistent. His tongue finds its way to my mouth and he's leaning over me, his hands tugging up my shirt.

I finally pull away to breath and gasp out, "No. We can't."

"Benny you want me. I know you do."

"I don't care. We can't. I can't do that your family. I'm sorry. Take me home. Please." He looks at me and gives me a slower kiss, one will filled with, dare I think it, love.

"Fine. But I won't stop trying to convincing you. You can date that guy all you want, but I won't give up." I nod, knowing he means it.

He's not going to stop chasing me.

So… how is this going to turn out…

Hmm, decisions decisions…

Thanks for reading so far

-JustMe133