It turned out that I didn't have anything to worry about at all, so far my son had been staying in his room at nights and Torch had stayed as far away from him and the door to both his room and Six Shooter's as he could. He had done what he had said, Brian, one of the caretakers that took care of the puppets, had went out to get some sleep aids of which Torch took half a pill each night every night, the baby still cried at night but he didn't wake Torch up anymore. It was now Blade that he kept up at night now. Blade's face, which was already white, looked to be even whiter now, the dark gray under and around the empty space where eyes would go looked to be darker and he walked sleepily. Unlike Torch, of whom had rushed in whenever the baby had cried when the baby had been in my and Six Shooter's room, Blade stayed in his and Judy's room, staring into the ceiling, hoping for a sleep that wouldn't come.

The baby was now six and a half months now, growing bigger it seemed by the day. He was now twelve and three quarter inches. I wondered, at times, how something that had been born not crying cry so much at night. Six Shooter and I hadn't said much to each other since I had laid my head on Torch's lap, he seemed quite mad at me, he was very distant. He spent more and more time with Four Way Shot, it seemed that I was no longer allowed to be near him unless it was time for a feeding. A few weeks ago I had gone off with my son to a hotel to visit my cousin, Amber, who was staying there with her baby. Four Way Shot had acted like the baby had been an alien, he had preferred staying near me instead of playing with George.

George turned out to a rather big baby, rather chunky, he made Four Way Shot to look like very tiny. George had brownish red hair, I guessed he had gotten it from his mother who had red hair and green eyes, and the blue eyes of his father who had skipped town right after his birth. I was still pissed at his father, Gregg, a cowboy that I had thought had been a good match for my younger cousin. When Amber had been six months pregnant she had phoned me and had told me the horror stories of how Gregg had treated her. How he had pulled and yanked her hair, smacked her in the face and stomach and had called her names. Personally, I thought Amber was a hole lot better off without the man, to me she could find a better man, a man who'd treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

"Hi Six Shooter." I said to my cowboy who was walking past.

"Hey."

My baby was bouncing up and down on his shoulder so I turned around and followed him, I just plain wanted to be around my son and the man who was his father. Although it was hard to say, coming from me, Six Shooter and I were family now, since we had a child. I didn't call him husband, fiance, I did call him my boyfriend but I never did say it around him, I said it to a select few. Reaching my hand forward, I patted my son on the head, he smiled back and squealed. Six Shooter stopped and turned around, when he looked at me it looked like he was telling me to back off so I did. When I walked into the kitchen my cell rang.

"Hey cousin!" Amanda exclaimed. "Long time, no talk, what's up with you?"

"Hi Am," I said. "just...sitting here wondering if I'll ever be able to hold my son again."

"Six Shooter dominating Four Way?" Amanda asked, shocked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "seems that after I laid my head on Torch lap he changed."

"Jealous, maybe." Amanda said with a laugh. "Was it a begging lay on the lap?"

"Yeah, I was begging Torch to not burn my son." I replied.

"How long's it been since that happened?" Amanda asked.

"A month." I sighed.

"Have you been able to hold Four Way any since then?" Amanda asked.

"Only when mealtime comes around." I said.

Amanda, I normally called her Am for short, and I were close enough to be considered friends in my family. She had met her cowboy the same time Amber had met hers and had gotten pregnant at the same time, but had given birth a few days before Amber's. Her son had her blond hair and brown eyes but he looked like his father. Cody and Four Way Shot had met one time a few weeks ago in secret, George had looked huge beside Four Way Shot, so had Cody.

"Maybe if you talk to him about it," Amanda suggested. "Four Way needs his mommai around him, the same as his didi."

"Mommai? Didi?" I exclaimed, laughing. "What the?"

"It put a smile on your face did it?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah, it did." I said. "I have to go, I will speak to Six Shooter tonight."

Speaking to Six Shooter was better said then done, I had had to chase him around all night long just to get a few words out and when I had tried to bring out the situation he had turned on me. So I left him alone until we went to bed. Before we went to bed I followed him into our son's room. Four Way Shot's room had blue walls with clouds and a blue rug. A dresser on one side of the room with the changing table with the trash can beside it was really what completed the room, there was no other furniture in the room beside the crib which was on the other side. It was a very nice, neat, organised room.

"Think we can talk, Tex?" I asked my cowboy.

"It's late," the six armed man beside me said. "lets git some sleep."

"Can we please talk for about ten minutes before we do?" I asked. "I really need to talk to you."

"Make it quick," my cowboy said.

"You mad at me for laying my head on Torch's lap?" I asked.

"No." Six Shooter said quickly.

"It seems, right after I did, you changed." I said. "Ever since I did that you've hardly let me spend any time with our son...or with you."

"It ain't that." Six Shooter said.

"You sure?" I asked. "Why else are you keeping him from me then?"

"I'mma teachin' him who he is darlin'." Six Shooter said.

"Teaching him who he is?" I repeated. "Huh? Like, what you just teaching him that he's the son of the greatest cowboy puppet of all time? I'm sure he knows that already."

"Teachin' him who his pa is darlin'," my cowboy said. "ye, too, have kept him from me."

"I have not!"

Sitting up in the bed, I pushed the cowboy until he fell to the floor. I had not been keeping my son from his father, a bunch of times I had placed him in the play pen for hours, Six Shooter had had the perfect opportunity to play with him then. Six Shooter also had the perfect opportunity to feed him when it came to mealtime, I kept asking him if he wanted to feed him and he kept saying no. Grabbing the sheets, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep.

"I s'pose ye done fergot that ye a-stole him a few weeks ago." Six Shooter said.

"I did not steal him," I shot back. "I took him to see a part of his family, there's a difference."

"Ye didn't tell me, to me that's a-stealin' mah young 'un." the cowboy said sleepily, he was crawling back into bed.

"Did you not see the note that I put on the fridge?" I asked.

"No, I a-did not." Six Shooter said. "Thar was no note on the fridge."

"There was no note on the fridge my left ass cheek!" I yelled. "I left you a fucking note telling you were I was, the number to call and how long I'd be gone."

"If ye a-put a note on teh fridge I would o' seen it." Six Shooter hissed.

"I taped it on the fridge, Tex." I snarled. "Don't tell me I didn't cause I did."

"Well ye believe what ye will," Six Shooter said, he was aggravated. "I a-saw no note."

Waking up early in the morning, the conversation that had happened the night before still heavy in my head, I snuck down to the kitchen and walked up to the fridge. The piece of tape that had held the note to the fridge was there, there was a small piece of paper still attached to it. Getting on my hands and knees, thinking that it had dropped to the floor and gone under the fridge, I looked for the note. Not finding it there, I looked under the small space under the counter and then under the table. When I still didn't find it I sat up on my knees.

"Maybe he did see and read it," I thought to myself. "the fight last night might have been all for nothing."

The trash can caught my eye, there was hardly anything in it so I looked inside. When I saw no note I sighed and started getting up. Something held against the under part of the bag, against the can, caught my eye. Gently putting my fingers on either side of it, I slowly and gently pulled it out, being careful to not rip it. When it came loose, I pulled it to my eyes, obviously it had been in the trashcan as it was quite dirty.

Six Shooter, took Four Way Shot to see one of his baby cousins.

Be back in half an hour, promise.

Love You, Angel.

Anger gripped me, Six Shooter had read the note, there was a dent in the paper were he had held it in one of his hands. Bolting up from the floor, I yelled for the cowboy to come down. It was six in the morning, way too early for everyone to be awake, so it was expected for everyone to yell for me to quiet up. Stewing over the read note, I shoved it in my pocket and started making breakfast.

"What's with all the racket?" Torch snarled. "It's six in the morning, can we not get some sort of extra sleep."

"By any chance did you see Six Shooter read a note that was on the fridge a few weeks ago?" I asked the fireman.

"Yeah, he read a note then threw it away, he looked mad about it." Torch said, yawning. "Why?"

"Cause he says he didn't."

Finishing the eggs and waffles that I was making, I turned around and motioned for Torch to take a seat. When he did I prepared for him a special plate, two waffles and extra eggs. My eggs, I placed extra cheese in and the waffles, I knew Torch well, he liked extra syrup so I made sure to extra syrup them. When I placed the plate down his eyes glowed bright red and his mouth dropped, as if in shock.

"Damn, girlie!" he exclaimed. "what's so special about today for me to have a meal like this?"

"It's special breakfast day for my best buddy!" I said with a smile.

"This'll make this early morning worth waking up early." Torch said, grinning. "Thanks!"