Kat's POV

= Back =

I welcomed him into the house and brought him into the kitchen. Moira wasn't there, so I supposed she was still in my room. I turned on the coffee machine and threw some eggo waffles into the oven, "So..." It's hard to start a conversion. He was probably here for one thing, "Don't worry. Charles is not your son. I tricked Vanessa."

"What?" Nate looked puzzled.

"I saw Vanessa in the mall a few weeks ago while I was babysitting for a friend. And I told her that the kid, Charles, was your son," I laughed.

"Evil you," He joined my laugh, "She never told me that."

"I can't believe she didn't tell you. I thought she would make a big scene," Too bad she didn't show she true self. She was never the innocent "legally blond" she pretended to be. I poured him a cup of coffee, double sugar, no cream.

"We broke up last week," He took a sip from his cup, "You still remember how I like my coffee."

"Of course, we were married for seven, almost eight years," I knew I was supposed to say, I am sorry you two broke up, but my heart just screamed, Ha! I knew you two would break up! So, I avoided talking by taking a sip out of my mug too.

"So, I am looking for a place to live. I was staying in motel, but I know it's far cheaper to stay in a friend's house," Wait, is he trying to move in here? "You have this really big house and you might want some company?"

"Are you trying to get back with me after you slept and broke up with that man-stealing bitch?" I asked.

"Don't think of it this way... Us, living together, like roommates. I will pay you rent," He tried to explain, "Please... I just saved you from that creepy guy and I swear I have changed. I am a new person now." It's true that he scared away Brian, but now I had another uninvited guest wanting to stay here.

I heard some noise, and the next second, Moira just came downstairs. "Your waffles smell good," She said when she walked into the kitchen and got surprised by Nate.

"Hi, I don't think we have ever met," said Nate. To my surprise, Nate's eyes didn't light up when he saw Moira. She was so sexy, wearing my favorite off-white night gown with a pink silk night robe. I was five-four and Moira was around five-seven-and-a-half. So, when she was wearing my night gown, she was showing way more skin than she should. If Nate wasn't in the room, I would rush over and make out with her now.

"Moira, this is Nate, my ex, and Nate, this is Moria, my roommate," I knew I shouldn't say roommate, but I couldn't tell Nate that I slept with a woman last night.

"Soon-to-be-ex, not quite ex yet," Nate attempted to correct me, "Kat, why didn't you tell me you have such a sexy roommate?"

"Kat, I think the bath tub drain is clogged, would you like to take a look?" She signaled me to meet her outside. I followed her. Immediately, I knew she didn't want to talk about the drain, but about Nate. We had only known each other for weeks, but I could already tell what she really wanted. I impressed myself.

"Do you girls need help? I am quite handy," Nate asked.

"It's okay. I can handle it," I left the kitchen and walked into my bedroom with Moira.

"What's that?" Moira asked.

I pretended to not know, "What is what?" I thought she was yelling because I just called her my roommate, but it wasn't why she was mad.

"Your ex-husband. Why is he here?" She sounded jealous.

"You know what? You sound so sexy when you are jealous," I kissed her neck.

"Don't try to blind me with sex," She didn't push me away, so I continued to kiss her.

"He just scared off Brian for me, so I kind of owe him one now. And he broke up with Vanessa, so he was looking for a place to live," My hands were wondering to places where it shouldn't be.

"And he came to you. You are letting him to stay here? NO!" I took my hands off her, thinking her NO was referring to my action, not my decision.

"He is not trying to get back together with me," I said.

"He broke your heart and turned you into an alcoholic," Moira looked at me.

"Nan, I think I got the alcoholic gene from my mother. I started drinking even before I was fifteen. I just didn't get drunk as often as after the break-up," I begged her with my eyes, "Besides, he did kind of save my life this morning. If you have been there, if you have seen it, I bet ya, you would have said I owed him my life too. Despite of his muscular body, he is like a big baby and he needs to live with someone, or he will accidentally hurt himself. I did vow eight years ago that I would take care of him."

"Well, you were married to him for such a long time. It's only odd if you could reject him and turned him away. If you rejected him, you wouldn't be the Kat I fell for," Thank you, Moira for being so understanding.

"Yes," I signed. Had I always been this softhearted under my hard shell?

"Okay, but what room is he sleeping in?" Moira asked, "We only have two rooms what have real beds in them."

"Your room," I replied.

"What about me?" She asked again.

"My room of course," We kissed again. We were still in the honeymoon phase. I hope we would stay in this phase forever, "Let's have some breakfast."

We came downstairs. Nate was holding his hands under running cold water, "Hi ladies. The oven dinged and the waffles were ready. I tried to take them out and I got burned."

I turned at Moira and gave her the "yes, big baby" look.

= To Be Continued =

To those who are confused by math... Kat met Nate at age 15, married at 18, separated at 25 and now she is almost 26.