A couple of months went by and I was enjoying my new life. I finally got everything square with Vince on my job and even bought a brand new car. Daren, Jacob, and I got along great and loved having me there.

Since I had to travel a few times a month, I started to become friends with a lot of the other superstars. The ones that really treated me nice were Billy Gunn, Chyna, the Rock, the Hardyz, especially Jeff, and even Stone Cold Steve Austin. I even was able to put my differences aside with Paul and got back on a friendly level with him. But Mark still did not trust him one bit, and always kept an eye on him when he was around me. He acted like a brother would do for his sister.

I thought nothing could go wrong with my life now, until Mark started to get a little more serious with Calie, the girl he was dating off/on for a couple of months prior to me moving in with him. I started to notice a change in his attitude and so did his boys especially Daren. I knew something was going to happen, when Mark started to remodel the guesthouse to my liking.

About three weeks after I had gotten settled into the two-bedroom guesthouse, Mark announced that Calie and him were going to get married in June. I was just in total shock of the news and so were Daren and Jacob, because I knew deep down they were hoping if their dad did ever marry again it would be to me.

As the weeks went by and the wedding was getting closer, Mark and I started to talk more about what would all happen after the wedding. He even got me to open up about my parents and suggested that maybe it is time you go back and talked to them. At that time, I started to feel something towards Mark, and it was not the brother/sister relationship we had been sharing for last four months. I just block it out of my mind and went on. Well, I took what he said in consideration and decided it was time to talk to my parents again. So, I arranged to spend two weeks with them about a month and a half before the wedding.

I knew my feelings for Mark had really changed the one night that really changed my life, yet again, but did not know at the time. That would have been that stormy, April night that I had dinner with Mark all alone in his house. It was only four days before I was to go for my two-week visit with my parents.

I was working alone in the guesthouse that night on a project that Shane asked me to do for the website, when Mark called down and asked if I would like to join him dinner. He explained that Calie was visiting her parents and the boys were at their moms. He just stated that he did not want to eat all alone in the big house. I said, "Sure, I'll be right up."

I then went up to the main house. We ate the dinner he made in the dinning room in silence. After we finished, we continued into the den for some after dinner drinks and some catch up time. We started to talk about what has been happening in the last couple of weeks and what is to come. He asked me, "Are you excided about going to see your parents and family after being gone so long?"

"I'm more nervous than anything else, right now. Because it has been so long that I don't know what to expect."

"It will be ok, at least you were able to get back on to speaking terms with them."

We then just sat there talking and drinking some more. Mark then told a really funny story and I could not help but laugh at it. All of a sudden, Mark leaned over and gave me a kiss. It was just not an ordinary kiss on the cheek he normally gives, it was an earth-shattering kiss on the lips. At the time, I knew I should of stop it, but I could not and I think neither could Mark after the kiss was deepened. After we kissed for what seemed for hours, but was only minutes, I looked into Mark's eyes and saw desire. Mark then picked me up off the couch into his arms and started to carry me up the stairs towards his bedroom.

When we got into the bedroom, Mark carried me over to the bed and lay me down on my back. He then got on top of me and started to kiss me on my neck. He then started to move his hands under my shirt and I could feel his hands move up my stomach and up to my breasts. He then pulled my shirt off my body exposing my upper body to him. After looking at me, he went back to kissing my neck and started to work his lips back up to mine. Then he moved the tip of his tongue across my lips asking for entrance. Once he felt my mouth open up, he pushed his tongue in my mouth to deepen the kiss even more. While he was kissing me, I was working on unbuttoning his shirt and trying to get it off him, so I can move my hands all over his chest and down his abdomen. I then moved my hands to the waistband of his jeans, trying to get those off as well.

He then stopped kissing me, and looked into my eyes, which were saying to him, please do not stop. He then moved his hands to the clasps on my bra to free the fullness of my chest to his pleasure. After he got my bra off and tossed to the floor, he then took his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it away as well. He then moved his hands to the waistband of my shorts and with one hard yank he had my shorts and panties off me. When he saw me completely naked in front of him, he could not help, but finishing getting undress himself to relieve some of the pressure that was building up in him.

After his jeans and boxers were off and on the floor, I saw how hard his huge his cock was and it was just ready to enter me. He looked like he just wanted to start pounding away, but has to fight himself back. Even though we were a little bit drunk, he still wanted to take things slow. So, he started to kiss me again and work his way into me. He then looked into my eyes and saw I was pleading with him to move a little bit faster. After what seemed like forever, both our bodies reached our limit and we fell into each other's arms.

After a few minutes of rest, we were back at it again. It seemed to me that we both really wanted to do this to each other. After two more rounds, we fell into a deep sleep. Before I closed my eyes, I realized that we did not use any type of protection.

The next morning, I woke up and noticed that I was not in my bed. I then felt that I was lying next to something. I looked over and saw Mark, with the sheet slightly over his body, asleep. Then I noticed where our clothes were. I just knew that we had made a huge mistake and I just wanted to get out of there quick before Mark woke up.

For the rest of the week both Mark and I ignored each other. It was not until he took me to the airport for my trip back home. The trip went a lot better than I expected it too go, but I really wanted to just get back to Houston.

When I did get back to Houston, I noticed that I was not the only one living in the guesthouse. Glen had moved in, because he did not have a place to stay after his house was sold. I was glad that he was there, but I would not have my privacy anymore. 

By the end of the week that I got back from my trip, I noticed that I was not feeling to great and noticed that I was about a week late. Glen was even getting worried about me, when I would not come out of my room some days. A couple of days later, I decided to take a home pregnancy test, but I already knew what the outcome would be.

After the test came back positive, I made a doctor's appointment to confirm it for sure and to see about how long I was. I knew I could not tell anyone about this, because what would they say or think. It was really getting harder to hide my morning sickness from Glen. I had to make a decision on what I wanted to do about it.

After some major thinking and deciding, I came up with a decision. I decided I could not stay here anymore and wanted to move away. So, I decided to call Vince and talked to him. After I told him everything, he said he understood what I was feeling. He also understood that since Mark was getting married in a few weeks that I did not want to stay and interfere with his life. Vince then said, "I will be willing to help you in any way I can."

"I want to find a place close to the home office in Stamford, so I won't have to travel so much every month to go over things with Shane and the other designers."

"That's fine, when do you want to come up here and start looking for a place to stay?"

"Well, I will be up there next week for a meeting with Shane, and I was wondering if I could get together with one of your realtors to get the ball rolling."

"Fine, and I'll see you next week." Then we hung up.

  Once I got that out of the way, I decided that I needed to tell Glen that I was leaving the estate for good once I find a place, but I decided not to tell him my real reason for leaving. So, I decided that I would ask him to take me to the airport and tell him then.

The day I was to leave for my meeting with Shane, I asked Glen, "Could you please take me to the airport for my trip to Stanford? Because I think Mark and the boys are doing something today, also I have something important to tell you."

He then said, "Sure, I can take you to the airport. When does your flight leave?"

"In about three hours, but I would like to go grab a bite to eat before we go, so we can talk."

Twenty minutes later we were at a local restaurant we both like to eat at in town. After our food arrived, I decided to tell him now or never tell him at all. I said, "Glen, please don't ask any questions just yet. Just listen to what I have to say. I am going to move away from Houston in a few weeks, because I think it is my time for me to move on with my life. The meeting with Shane is not the only reason why I'm going to Stamford; I'm also going to find an apartment up there as well. I have already talked to Vince and he as agreed to help me in find a new place to live. There is no way in changing my mind, Glen. I have already made up my mind on this, but I would like you to keep this a secret. Because I will tell Mark and the boys before I leave."

"When did you decide on doing this?" He asked.

"I was already thinking about moving for sometime, but did not make final decision until I got back from my trip with my parents."

"When will you be moving out?"

"Depends on if I can find a place while I'm up in Stamford, but if I do it will probably be the week of the wedding. Why?"

"I was just wondering, because I know that I won't be the only one that will miss you around the estate."

I then looked down at my watch and said, "We better get going, because I'm going to miss my flight."

He then said, "Fine." Then he paid the bill.

We then left the restaurant and headed to the airport. After I was checked in, Glen and I waited for my flight to be called. Right before I headed to the gate, I looked back at Glen and saw that he was not too happy with my news. But I knew he could handle it, because he cared for me.

My trip in to Stanford went great. The meeting was good and I got everything that needed to be accomplished. After I got all my business taken care of, Vince and I went looking for an apartment for me. The apartment I found was a two-bedroom with a huge kitchen and living room with everything that I was looking for. Once I decided that was the apartment I want, Vince and I went looking for furniture that I needed for the apartment. He also was able to get me a moving company that would come by the house in Houston to move my things up here. I arranged for them to come two days before the wedding, because I was planning to leave the day of the wedding. Vince even said that he would allow me to take the company's jet that day, since he and his family would be down for the wedding and would not need it until latter on in the evening.

All the way back from Stamford, I thought about what all I was going to have to pack and how I was going to do this without raising any type of suspicion. Also how I was going to tell the boys and Mark that I was leaving.

 When I got back from my trip, I knew something must have happened between Glen and Mark, because they were always arguing, but would stop when I would walk into a room. I ignored their attitude toward each other, since I was leaving in two weeks. I knew I had a lot to do in only a little bit of time and I wanted to get that done and spend as much time I could with the boys. The closer it came to the day of the wedding the more upset I would get, but I would always tell Glen I was fine when he asked.

The day the moving company was to come and pick up my most of my stuff, Mark had invited me to spend the day with him and the boys, but I told him that I was not feeling to well. I would of loved to spend the day with them, but I wanted to make sure that everything of mine got put on the moving van.

The night before the wedding was going to be the worse for me. I had plan on staying down at the guesthouse to write my letter to Mark explain why I decided to leave, but Mark asked me if I could stay with the boys that night and watch them while he has his bachelor party in the den. I told him, I would love to, but after they are in bed for the night then can I be excused to go back down and finish the work I had to get d

He then said, "No, I want you to stay up at the house the entire night, because the boys might need you during the night."

"Fine, I'll watch them, but as soon as they are asleep can I go into your study to work then."

"I can agree to that."

I then went up to the main house with my briefcase in hand and an overnight bag. Both Darren and Jacob were glad to see me. We had so much fun that night. We watch a couple of movies and play some games. As the night went on, it was getting hard on me, because I knew I was going to miss the boys the most. I think Darren even noticed that I was getting upset at times, but did not mention anything until I had Jacob in bed. When Darren did ask me, I knew I had to tell him the truth. I told him, "I'm moving away tomorrow, I would like for you not to say anything to your brother or your father."

He agreed, but I knew he did not like it one bit.

After I had Darren in bed for the night, I went down stairs to work on my letter I was going to give to Mark in the study. I could not concentrate on anything I was writing, because I was getting hungry pains and the noise in the den was kind of on the loud side. So, I went into the kitchen to see what I could fix me to eat.

When I got in there, I saw Glen getting a tray of beers together to take back into the den. He asked me, "Are you doing ok?"

"No, I'm not, because I just told Darren what's going on and also I'm having trouble coming up with the right words to tell Mark that I'm leaving." Then tears started to fall from my eyes.

"Hey, everything will be alright. I know you will be able to get through this just like you did with Paul." He then gave me a hug and held me in his arms for a while.

Jeff Hardy then came into the kitchen wanting to know what was taking Glen so long with the drinks, when he saw me in Glen's arms comforting me and talking softly to me. He then said, "Hey, Glen what is taking so long with the drinks?" Glen then went back to getting the rest of the drinks on the tray and headed back to the den. Before he left, I looked at him and saw that he did not want to leave me alone.

After I finished fixing and eating my snack, I went back into the study to write the letter. After I finished writing it, I reread to make sure it sounded good.

(Dearest Mark,

When you get this I will be on my way to start my life somewhere else. I know the first thing you will be thinking is that I am just running away from everything, but I am not. I am doing this because I can not just watch the person that I have come to love over the last ten months marry someone else. So, I decided that the best thing for everyone is for me to just pack up and leave. I just want for you to be happy, and if Calie is the one to do that then I have no place in interfering with that.

Also the night we shared together six weeks ago was just one big mistake. I knew it should of never have taken place. I only have one regret of that night; it cost me the best friend that I have ever known. It causes me to lose you.

I have found a really nice place to live and it will be close enough for me to still work with the company, so I will not be giving up my career. I just think it is time for me to go on and live my life on my own. So, thank you for everything you have done for me. I will miss you and the boys very much.

                                                Love always,

                                                          Barbara

P.S. Please do not and try and find me. I have to do this on my own. Go on with your life Mark. Also, do not get mad at Glen for keeping this from you, because I told him not to tell you until I was ready to. Thank you again. Bye.)

          I then put the letter into an envelope and seal it. Then I put it into my briefcase. I then walked upstairs and got ready for bed that night, putting my briefcase with the rest of my things.

          Once I was dressed for bed, I went back downstairs to say goodnight. I walked into the den and over to Glen to give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek and told him, "Thank you for giving me the strength to finish my project. Everyone looked at us weird especially Mark and Jeff. I then walked over to Mark and told him, "Goodnight," and then gave him a little peck on the cheek. Then I walked out of the den and back upstairs to my old room to go to sleep. When I was drifting off to sleep, I knew the next day was going to busy for everyone.

          The next morning, I woke up and had to run straight to the bathroom and got sick like I have been doing for the last two weeks. Mark then came out of his room to see if I was all right. I told him, "I am fine. I guess it is just little stress." Then I went back into my room and got ready to head back down to the guesthouse to make sure I had everything packed and ready to go to the airport. Before I left the main house, I asked Glen, "Can you do me a favor?"

          "Sure, what do you need?"

          "Can you bring the boys out to the front of the house later. So I can say goodbye to them."

          "Sure."

          About an hour later, I grabbed my overnight bag and briefcase and went down to the guesthouse to get ready. After I made sure everything of mine was packed and ready to go when the limo driver got here. I went and took a shower and get ready to leave.

          Once I got done in the bathroom, the phone started to ring, and I answered it. It was Vince reminding me that the limo driver will pick me up to take me to the jet after he drops them off at the main house. I told him that will be fine. I then went back to finishing getting ready.

          Twenty minutes later the limo driver was knocking on the door of the guesthouse. I told him to put the bags in the limo and I will be right out after I made one quick phone call. I then called Glen and told him I will be up in about five minutes, so will you have the boys out front.

          After I got finished talking with Glen, I went into my briefcase and got the letter out and put it into my purse and closed up the house. I then got into the limo and told the driver to take me up to the main house for a few minutes, before we left for the airport.

          The driver pull the limo right in front of Glen and the boys, while other people where going inside. I got out of the limo and walked over to them. I told both Darren and Jacob that I was leaving and not going to come back. Jacob started to cry and asked me, "Why are you leaving? Did daddy do something to make you want to leave us?"

          "No, your daddy did not do anything to cause me to leave. I just decided it would be better for me to leave, so your daddy can move on with his life." I then gave him a hug and then gave Darren a hug as well and told him, I will call you and let you know where you can call me and write to me, ok.

                He nodded and took Jacob and walked back into the house. Once they were in the house, I handed Glen the letter out of my purse and told him it will be up to you when you should give it to Mark. I then gave him and a hug. I then told him, "I will call you sometime next week when I get everything settled into the apartment." Then I walked back to the limo and got in. I then told the limo driver to go now, before I got lost the courage to go.