Jon and Adriana both took a nice hot bath together. Jon lightly pinched Adriana's breast.

"Don't do that," Adriana said.

Jon nuzzled her neck.

"And why not?"

"Because..."

The more Jon ran his hand over her body, the more relaxed Adriana became.

"Because?"

"You won't be playing with my milk jugs if you pinch them."

"That's unfortunate. You know, you're such a pretty lady."

"The stretchmarks say otherwise."

"They make you look even more pretty."

"How?"

"The stretchmarks remind me of everything you went through. The pain. The struggle. You're just a wonderful person. A great person. Who I will be with forever. I fell in love with you when I first saw you."

"You're my everything, Jonathan. I love you very much. I still regret going with that scum, though."

"Stop beating yourself up over it. You did nothing wrong."

"I felt like I cheated on you in way. I mean, yeah I thought you were dead but part of me didn't want to believe it. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. And that was the thing of the past. Right now, all that matters is us and our family."

Jon kissed Adriana's cheek. Adriana smiled and became more relaxed.

"I love you, Jack," she said.

"Love you, too, Sally," Jon said.

"Damien? Nah, he's a good guy. He wouldn't do anything," Gus said.

"He better not. I'm keeping an eye on him. I'll be damned if someone else is going to come between me and my woman," Jon said.

"Didn't you say that Greg...never mind," Gus said. "Forget that I even asked. I'm so damn stupid."

"No. You're not. Greg had the nerve to think he was going to get Adriana. I put him out of his misery. I beat Luke's ass with ease. If Damien is trying to start something, I'm gonna end it," Jon said.

"Honestly, Damien isn't like that. He was in the Army, too. He doesn't talk about it much. Maybe you two could exchange stories one day or something?"

"Maybe. We will see how everything goes."

Jon pulled up into Gus' yard.

"Promise me you won't antagonize the man?" Gus said.

"I won't."

Jon and Gus got out of the car and entered into the house. Adriana, Beatrix, and her friend Seline were in the kitchen making sandwiches for the guys. Damien, Marty, and Jack were all waiting for the football game. Washington Redskins versus the Cincinnati Bengals. Of course, Jon was rooting for the Bengals. Damien, who was from Ohio as well, was rooting for them, too.

"Are you originally from here, Jon?" Damien asked. He opened his can of beer.

"No. I'm from Cincinnati," Jon said, opening a can of beer and chugging half of it down.

"I'm from Cincinnati as well," Damien said. "What brings you to Virginia?"

"My wife wanted to move back here to be with her family," Jon said. "My birth mother still lives in Ohio. She's thinking of moving here to be with me along with her husband."

"Sounds good," Damien said. "I've been told you have kids?"

"Yup. Two girls and two boys. Two of them are twins. A girl and a boy."

"What are their names?"

Deep down, Jon was a little irritated now that Damien wouldn't shut up. But Jon remained nice and continued conversating.

"My oldest is J.J. Jonathan, Junior, who I insisted be named after me. The twins' names are Madaline and Aiden. And my youngest daughter's name is Jasmine. The kids gave her the nickname Jazzy. After Jazz from the Fresh Prince," Jon said.

"That's sweet. I know they all keep you up and going," Damien said.

"They do," Jon said. "Um...Gus told me that you were in the Army as well."

"Yeah, I was. I was also married while I was in the service. I got married right after high school. I had got my girlfriend pregnant and I married her. I didn't know what to do with my life so I joined the Army. I did it to support my woman and the baby. But one day when I had came to visit for a few days, she told me that it was over and she couldn't handle being alone. So she left me for stupid mechanic that lived next door to us. I beat his ass before I left again. The Army had its ups and downs, too. I lost one of my best friends. He was killed by a sniper," Damien said.

"I had a friend who was killed by a sniper," Jon said.

"I'm sorry. I know you were close with him," Damien said.

"Yup. His name was Samuel," Jon said.

"Samuel? Samuel Carter?"

Jon's heart skipped a beat.

"You knew him, too?" Jon said.

"Yeah. We graduated high school together. Wait a minute...I remember seeing you before!" Damien said. "Remember that kid that you met when Samuel came back to Ohio to visit?"

"Yeah..."

"That was me. You only met me twice but I remember you," Damien said. "What's your last name?"

"Good. What's your last name?"

"Martin."

"Damien Martin. Oh. Shit. Damien Martin, the man from Mars. That's what Sam called you that one time. This is...crazy."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit is right."

Jon was trying his hardest to concentrate on his work. But he simply couldn't. The fact that Damien knew Samuel ate away at him. And to think Jon didn't trust him at first. Boy was he wrong. He was so focused on that that he didn't notice his boss standing right beside him.

"Earth to Officer Good!" his boss said.

"Huh? Oh, sorry sir."

"Yes. You are sorry. I want these files filled out right now!"

"Sir, I'm still filling out the other reports you asked me to do."

"Well, continue doing that. And work on these reports as well! Because if these reports aren't filled out by Thursday, you will be facing suspension without pay. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

Jon's asshole boss stormed off back to his office. Gus came over with coffee for Jon.

"I'll help you with this," Gus said.

"No. You already have your stuff to deal with," Jon said.

Jon sighed and ran his fingers through his poofy and curly hair.

"Let's go get something to eat. It's our lunch break right now," Gus said.

Gus took Jon to a Mexican restuarant and ordered two quesadillas to go.

"I can't believe that I didn't remember Damien!" Jon said. "Ugh. This is crazy. I'm really am going to go meet with my therapist tomorrow. Aiden and Adriana are coming with me, too."

"That's good," Gus said. "Has Aiden ever been to a session before?"

"Nope. This is his first one. He's been good but I still want him to go. I've been letting both him and J.J. draw in my sketchbook."

"What types of things do they draw?"

"Well, the other day Aiden drew worms. I should've known he would do that. But he also drew a bathtub."

"Bathtub..."

"Yeah. I'm surprised he isn't afraid of taking baths now. At first he was skeptical but now he's okay."

"Good, good. You should meet up with Damien one day. For a little chit chat," Gus said.

"And to think that I didn't trust him at first. Now I feel like an idiot for doing so."

"Don't feel that way! You had to deal with dudes trying to get at your wife. So you were just being protective. But I told you Damien was a nice guy! Man, it's a small world, isn't it?"

"It sure is, Gus. It sure is."

2:38 a.m.:

Jon wrote in his journal:

"Damien Martin. The man from Mars. After all of these years, I run into someone I've forgotten about all those years ago. I only met him twice but I never forget a face when I see it. But for some reason his face was a blurred memory. I'm not sure why I couldn't remember. I'm very selective about what I remember. Some memories are better than others. Some memories drive me insane. The best way I know how to stop thinking of them is to keep my mind occupied with Adriana, the kids, my bike, and whatever else. I judged Damien. And I feel bad for doing so now. But I didn't want someone trying to get at Adriana again.

The mother of my fantastic, amazing, and gorgeous children.

My wife.

It's been ten years since we married each other. Damn.

I love that woman very much.

She's calling me now to see where I am. I should start writing these entries in bed from now on so that she won't worry.

-Jon."

Author's Note: Sooo?