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Innocent Angel, Part 10

Jet peeked one eye open and glanced down. He couldn't help but smile and hold her a little tighter. Her hair was tickling his neck, but he didn't mind too much. He pressed a kiss on top of her hair before lying his head back down again. He glanced towards the sun that was drifting over the horizon. "I don't have to get up for a while yet. Best just to let her sleep." He closed his eyes once again.

Isabella cuddled closer to him as he shifted slightly. "Don't move so much."

A sleepy grin crossed his lips. "Sorry."

She let out a yawn. "That's ok." She pressed her face against the crook of his shoulder before peacefully settling down again. She smiled contentedly. She was right where she wanted to be.

Jet pulled the blanket up over her back a little. "Warmer?"

"Uh-huh…" she mumbled as her hands curled in the fabric of his shirt. "Sleep now."

"All right. Sleep now." He pressed another kiss on her hair before finally going back to sleep.

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Middi fastened her watch on her wrist as she walked down the hall towards her daughter's room. She knocked once. "Is?" She waited a few minutes before knocking again. "Isabella? It's your mother." There was still no answer. "Good thing she gave me the spare key for her room," she sighed as she reached into the pocket of her black linen sundress. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Looking around, she found that the bed was empty, rumpled, but not slept in. "That's strange." Her eyes went to the connecting door. She shook her head. "No, he wouldn't have it in him, would he? Or would she?" She found the doors to be unlocked from both sides. She pushed it open and peered around the frame. No one was in there either. "This is very strange," she commented again. She walked back into her daughter's room, this time; her eyes caught the partially open sliding door. She pushed it open and looked around outside. Her eyes fell on the chaise. Her mouth rounded into a small O before it became a soft smile. "How sweet," she said as she observed the sleeping couple.

"Middi, where are you?" Trowa called as he walked into the room.

She froze at the sound of his voice. She quickly turned on her heel and went back inside, shutting the door firmly behind her. She pasted a smile on her face. "Were you looking for me?"

He nodded his head. "I wanted to go down and get some breakfast." He looked around. "Where's Isabella?"

"I don't know. She's not in here." Middi tucked a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. "Maybe she went down to breakfast already with Jet."

"Why Jet?" Trowa's brows drew in over his emerald eyes. He stared at his wife.

"Damn! Shouldn't have said his name!" "No reason," she replied loftily.

A slight frown creased his lips before smoothing out into a firm line. "You're not telling me something."

"You really think I would do that, Trowa."

"Yes."

It was Middi's turn to frown. "I'm not hiding a thing. Let's just go down to breakfast. Isabella is more then likely to be down there."

"Why were you out on the balcony, Middi?" Trowa arched a brow at her.

"No reason."

"Middi."

"Trowa."

"Now I know you're hiding something. You're doing that thing." "That's the fourth time she's done that."

She gave him a startled look. "What thing?"

"That tucking thing you do with your hair. You always do that when you're not telling me something." He walked over to her and scrutinized her carefully.

"You're too suspicious."

"I have every right to be. Why are you standing like a guard in front of that door?"

Middi let out an exasperated breath. "I'm doing no such thing."

"Liar," he whispered as he bent down and looked her directly in the eyes.

She stared back. "The staring thing you do doesn't work on me like it does the kids."

"I can read your eyes."

She looked back, unflinchingly. "You won't find a thing."

"I know you, Middi. Once a spy, always a spy."

Another frown creased her lips. "And what's that supposed to man?"

"You're trying to shut me out. It's not working." He leaned up and touched her cheek with his fingers. "I know you, querida."

The quietly spoken endearment made her blue gray eyes spring to his. She didn't reply.

Trowa continued to brush her cheek with his fingers. "What's out on the balcony?"

"Nothing."

"I will find out one way or the other."

"There's nothing out there."

"And that's what I'm going to see, when I walk past you," he said as he stepped around her.

Middi threw her arms around his shoulders, despite the fact she was so much shorter than he was. "Trowa."

"Let go, Middi." Trowa pulled her along with him.

"No! Trowa!" She pushed her way in front of him. She pressed her back against the door.

"Now I know you're hiding something. You've lost your touch." He put his hands on her shoulders and gently, but firmly moved her out of the way. He pushed open the door and his eyes immediately went to the chaise.

Middi walked around her motionless husband and stood between him and the chaise. "I was trying to save you," she remarked at his expression.

"Trying to save me or that boy?"

"More him than you."

"You were protecting him from me? He's sleeping with our daughter!"

"Trowa, your doing that "Duo" act."

"He's sleeping with our seventeen year old daughter!" For the first time, Trowa was losing his normally unshakeable reserve.

"They're only sleeping." Middi rolled her eyes.

"Who's only sleeping?" Miles asked as he came out. His eyes fell on his sister and Jet. His mouth fell open in shock.

Cristal, who had been following him, also glanced in the direction of the chaise. A smile lit her face. "That is so sweet."

Miles shot her a dirty look.

Middi sighed and let her head fall into her hands. "Barton men." She looked at Cristal. "Don't bother to do anything, dear. He'll start to freak out like his father does in a second."

"Jet…Is…My sister…is…I'm going to…"

"…Wait your turn, son…"

"…Dad…"

"…I'm going to…"

"…Trowa, you will not do a…"

"…But dad…"

"…Thing, Miles. Just calm down and…"

"…Miles, wait your turn. I have…"

"…Breathe. Trowa, your face is turning…"

"…First dibs on him, dad…"

"…Bright red like Duo's. It's not…"

"…Good for you…Miles!"

"Trowa!"

Jet woke up to the sound of arguing. "What the hell?" he mumbled as he blinked a few times. Once his vision was cleared, he paled. "Oh shit!" He saw two pairs of emerald green eyes shoot to him.

"Jet, don't move like that," Isabella muttered sleepily.

"I think me moving is the least of your worries." He swallowed, hard.

"What do you mean?" She pushed some of her hair away from her face as she leaned up to look at him.

"Behind you."

"What?"

"Just look, Izzy."

She turned her head and her eyes fell on her parents and her brother and his fiancée. "Oh crap."

A/N: Raise hands if you want to strangle! I know you want to! Stay tuned for more coming soon! XOXO!!