Eli was moving back into the house today. He'd gotten there and walked through the door. He was holding a suitcase.
"Hi." Desiree said.
"Hi." He put the suitcase down and went over to her. They kissed. "Where's Hallie?"
"Napping."
"I'm gonna go unpack and I'm taking us all out to dinner later."
"Dinner?" "What's the occasion?"
"Us back together as a family."
Two weeks had passed. Everything had been fine between Desiree and Eli. He even helped around the house more. It was the evening. Desiree doing the dishes. Her hands were wet. She turned around to get a dish towel not knowing Eli was behind her. She put her hands directly on his shirt. She got really scared. She knew he was going to hit her.
"I'm sorry." She said getting ready to brace herself for what was coming.
"Why do you look so freaked out?" "It's ok." He kissed her.
That night at a bar in St. Louis John and Randy Orton were having a beer.
"Have you heard from Desiree at all?" Randy asked.
"No." "I'm so worried about them." "My feelings about both of them aside, I'm so worried I'll get a call saying something happened to Desiree." "Or both of them." "If he hurts either one of them I'm going to prison, because I'll kill him."
"Do you love Desiree?"
"Yes." "I know I could have a great relationship with her and Hallie if it wasn't for all this legal bullshit."
Back in New York Desiree and Eli had just gotten in bed.
"Baby, do you want to?" He asked.
"Yes." She said not really wanting to be knowing they'd have to eventually. "Come here." They kissed.
"I missed you."
"I missed you to."
After they were done Eli was asleep. She laid there knowing this was the calm before the storm. Which was one of the reasons why she wasn't happy.