Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong to the wonderful owners of Passions and NBC
I~ Thanks to all of you whom replied, telling me that you like it! It's encouraged me to write this chapter faster then I would have, and make it really long! So I hope you'll enjoy this, and please, REPLY! Again if you did before, and for the first time if you didn't before.
And, I couldn't take it, I'm sorry, but I just can't write a fan fic without Sam and Ivy, I tried, I really did, but . . . there going to be in . . . Sam's already pinning for her. **SOB** I'm so weak!
This chapter is rated . . . oh I don't know, I'm never a good judge of these types of things! ~/I
Barely Breathing
By Jules
Chapter 2
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b** The next morning **/b
Kay woke up slowly; on her own, surprised because Jessica hadn't done anything mean to wake her up today. Then she looked around, and realized where she was, as well as remembered the events of the day before. Before she could regress into her memories and the deep melancholy she'd been in the night before, her eye caught three brightly wrapped gifts on the dresser. She lifted them onto the bed in front of her. She looked at the cards first, two were from Uncle Hank, and the other was from . . . Luis? She frowned, but opened her uncle's bigger gift to her first.
She was shocked to find a real pearl and sapphire, white gold necklace (obviously a combination birthday/graduation gift).
Next Kay opened up Luis's gift, she gaped at what he'd given her, tears in her eyes. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever given her, it was an old picture of her and a very soggy looking Luis; Luis had her in a headlock, it had been taken right after she and Miguel gotten him with a water-balloon on the 4th of July, ten years ago. Pilar had been poised, naturally, at the ready with her trusty camera that day and had gotten it on film. A memory of happier times for Kay . . . it was the best thing anyone could have given her after yesterday.
After staring at the picture for a few minutes, lost in memories of better times, she opened up the small box and found a set of keys and a note.
I Dear Kay,
I know things are difficult at home, so Luis and I
were hoping you'd be willing to move into my room here
since I'm moving in with Sheridan. You don't have to
worry about rent, I'll take care of it. And don't even
think of turning us down, because Luis couldn't handle
the rent on his own, so it's a win-win situation for all.
What do you say? Will you please help us out?
Love,
Uncle Hank /I
Kay was shocked, she could stay, here? Live here? Get out of the horrible house of Charity?
Slowly she climbed out of bed, this had to be a trick . . . but it was Uncle Hank, he would never do that kind of thing.
She wasn't quite sure whether or not she wanted to go into the living room, but she took a deep breath, then opened the door. She saw her uncle sitting at the table with a newspaper, so she sat down in front of him.She stared at him for a moment, afraid to speak. It was like if she spoke, he might disappear, with the offer to move in, away from the hell she'd been living in.
Kay's voice was shaking when she finally worked up the courage to ask him, "Uncle Hank, are you serious? . . . About my being able to move in here, do you really mean it?"
Hank put down the paper, "Of course I am. And Luis is totally ok with it, in fact, it was his idea."
"You're saying, I can move in here?" She repeated.
Hank nodded, "I'm almost done packing, then you can do whatever you want to the room. The landlady said that you can paint it if you want."
"Uncle Hank, you have no idea how much this means to me . . . you really don't."
"I have an idea . . . . But hey, I'm having your stuff packed right now, with your meds. We need to head over there so you don't miss your pill." Hank told her seriously, knowing how important it was for her to take her meds on time.
"So, my parents know I'm moving out?"
"Well, no, not yet, but they will. And it's not like they can stop you, or me. I'll go get them, and if they say they won't let you, I'll just remind them that you're 18 now, let them realize how dense they are, and feel all guilty."
Kay smiled for the first time in a long time, "Thank you Uncle Hank, you're the greatest!"
"I know! Now give me a hug and we'll go get your things."
~*~
b** One hour later **/b
Hank opened the door to the home of his brother, and let Kay go in first. She was shaking, terrified for some reason. She didn't even know why she was so afraid.
Jessica was waiting for them, she ran and hugged a stunned Kay, "Kay, I am sooooo sorry for the way I've treated you." Those were the first words that rushed out of her mouth, "I know I've never been a good sister, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me." She begged, crying.
Kay was in a state of shock, "What's going on?"
"If I'd known you were hurt, I would never have done all the things I did." Jessica rambled, stepping away, "I packed your things, after Uncle Hank explained when I called him last night looking for you."
"You were worried about me?" Kay asked, not believing it.
"I didn't know you had depression, I found your pills . . . and I just felt so bad, and I was so worried, so I called the only person who might know where you were. I was so glad you were ok and not dead or something."
"Wait a minute, you found my pills? Jessica! Those were under my bed, under a loose floorboard, how the hell did you find them?"
Jessica blushed, "I always knew about that hiding place and I had a bad feeling. It was the last place I looked, but I knew if I would find anything, it would be there."
Hank realized this was the time to step in, "Alright, now lets get to work girl, we have boxes to carry and pills to take."
Jessica handed Kay her pills, "I thought you might need to take it as soon as you got here, it said to take one every morning."
"Um, thanks . . . I guess. I'll be in the kitchen getting some water. I'll join you guys upstairs in a few minutes."
Kay walked into the kitchen, and groaned silently to herself, it was just what she needed, Grace and Charity. She didn't give them a second glance, but silently went to the sink and got a glass of water. She opened the pill bottle and poured on into her hand. She put it under her tongue, then took the glass of water and swallowed, so she would never even taste the pill. [IAfter nine years of taking tons medications at once, I've found this is the best way to take them, just make sure you get enough water and keep your tongue elevated while the pill(s) lay under it./I]
Grace and Charity watched her do so, never having seen her do this before. Kay didn't even pay attention to them, she just walked right by them again, and up the stairs to the second floor.
~*~
Jessica had turned on the radio, so the three could listen to music as they packed. An old song, one of the old Kay's favorites came on.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new evolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughin'
And watched the last one die
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
For some reason, it made Kay feel better, she started packing, feeling more sure of herself and what she was doing.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lyin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Jessica knew that this would be Kay's own journey, she had to fly. Her sister was getting out of the house that had been her own personal hell since Charity came to town over a year and a half ago.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I think I'm done nursing the patients
It could wait one night
I'll give it all away
If you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life
Run and tell the angels
That everything's alright
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank truthfully hadn't Kay look so sure of herself in a long time. His heart lightened at the sight of her. Luis's idea of Kay moving into their apartment was his best ever, it was already helping Kay.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Kay looked around her room, one last time, remembering both the good times and the bad . . .
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank put his hand on Kay's shoulder, she looked at him. He smiled at her; she smiled back, her heart filled with courage. Then walked out the door, never once looking back.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank, Jessica, and Kay were loading the last of Kay's boxes into Hank's Jeep when Sam and Grace came running out.
"Hank! KAY! Where do you think you are going? Charity just went into Kay and Jessica's bedroom to borrow some of Kay's clothes, only to find all Kay's things missing!" Grace cried out.
"What's going on Hank." Sam demanded.
"Kay's moving into an apartment, away from Grace and Charity. Sam, you, Jessica, and Noah are welcome to visit, but Grace and Charity are persona non grata."
"Huh?" Grace stupidly asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes at her mother, even she can't believe her mother doesn't know that, "Person not wanted, you're not allowed to visit."
"Hank, I don't know what you think you're up to, but Kay is a minor, and she isn't going anywhere." Grace told him.
Kay's eyes flash, "I'm 18 mom, and I'm going." With that she got in the jeep and slammed the door behind her, trying to hold back the tears that burned her eyes.
Hank looked at his brother and sister-in-law and shook his head, "You people make me sick, all of you. Sam, you know she has depression, yet you ignore her. Grace, there's no excuse for the way you treat her and always compare her to Charity. But it makes me literally ill, to think my big brother could forget his oldest daughters 18th birthday. It's on the 18th for God's sake, yesterday! Remember? And you forgot her at Christmas, I believe Grace's excuse was, 'If we spend part of the money on Kay, there's less for Charity.'" He turned to Jessica and gave her a hug, "Thanks for the help, I have a feeling Kay will want you to visit her often."
Then he strode to the other side of the Jeep, jumped in, started the car, and drove off, not even bothering to say good-bye.
Jessica waved as they drove away, then turned to her parents, an angry expression on her face, "I can't believe you forgot her birthday! What's next, mine? Lord knows Mom didn't forget Charity's last week, but when it comes to her own daughter's, it completely slipped your mind. Dad, I don't know why you've been so distracted lately, but either get over, or do something about it. Mom . . . I don't know what to tell you, except I think you need therapy, because your obsession with Charity is getting scary, when you start neglecting your own daughters, it's a sign you're over the edge. Oh, and in case you forgot, which I know you did, Noah transferred to Harmony University, and will be home next week, so he'll be living with us again. " Then she calmly walked into the house.
~*~
b** 30 minutes later, on the beach **/b
Sam had never felt so guilty in his life, his continuous musing of his past with Ivy had caused him to forget his daughters birthday . . . he couldn't let it control him anymore.
The reason he'd been so distracted, wasn't just because Ivy had divorced Julian. Don't get him wrong, he was still completely in love with Ivy, but it was Grace too . . . she was driving him crazy. Every single day it was, Charity this, Charity that, Charity needs this, Charity wants something, blah, blah, blah!
He couldn't take it anymore. He was filing for divorce, and the papers would be arriving any day now.
Sam had been spending his time off searching for a place to live, and he'd found a great old house on the ocean. He spent all the money he'd been saving for he and Grace's 50th anniversary, (he plans ahead) he'd been able to purchase a Victorian style home with six bedrooms. Luckily, the old couple that had lived there before had been VERY eager to move to Florida, and let the home get rundown, so they'd sold it to him at a fraction the market value. With the money he'd been able to save he'd been able to furnish it, and on the weekends he'd been fixing it up (the inside so far, not out).
It was all ready for him to move in . . . . As soon as he told Grace he was leaving her . . . which was all he'd been thinking about lately, and the reason he'd forgotten his daughter's birthday.
But it was still not a good enough excuse, he'd been stupid.
He didn't know how, but he'd make it up to his eldest daughter. He was so lost in thought, he didn't even spot Ivy, until he walked into her.
~*~
Ivy had been walking on the beach, trying to figure a way to tell Sam that Ethan was his son, not Julian's. What she worried about was Alister, he was still very mad because Ethan cancelled the wedding to Gwen Hodgkiss, and ran off with Theresa several months ago.
Ivy smiled about that, her son had ran off with Pilar's daughter right after the announcement at the wedding and eloped at the resort he and Theresa had gone to together when they were trying to find a place for Ethan and Gwen's honeymoon. It turned out being the place where Ethan and Theresa had secretly honeymooned until they'd returned three months later, Theresa one month pregnant. Ivy had set them up with a house, out of her private accounts, of which Julian had no knowledge.
Ethan had set up a law practice. And Theresa, as Ivy's daughter-in-law could no longer be Ivy's assistant, so Ivy arranged for Theresa's designs to be shown at a New York fashion show. The public loved her creations, and now Theresa spent her days sketching at home and faxing everything to her assistant who ran Theresa's own designer clothing company, Serendipity. She was three months along now, and Ivy was a little jealous . . . she missed having a baby . . . but the only kind she'd want to have now, was Sam's.
She'd divorced Julian before she'd even found out Ethan had married Theresa, after she found out about he and Eve Russell's little affair, and that he was still going after her (in her eyes, she didn't mind the maids, but going after a doctor at Harmony General was too much.) Ivy had blackmailed Julian, with some interesting photos of him with another man (they were doctored, but they were so well done, not even a professional would be able to tell.)
Ivy was deep in thought about the paternity issue, when someone had slammed into her, knocking her down.
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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I~ Thanks to all of you whom replied, telling me that you like it! It's encouraged me to write this chapter faster then I would have, and make it really long! So I hope you'll enjoy this, and please, REPLY! Again if you did before, and for the first time if you didn't before.
And, I couldn't take it, I'm sorry, but I just can't write a fan fic without Sam and Ivy, I tried, I really did, but . . . there going to be in . . . Sam's already pinning for her. **SOB** I'm so weak!
This chapter is rated . . . oh I don't know, I'm never a good judge of these types of things! ~/I
Barely Breathing
By Jules
Chapter 2
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b** The next morning **/b
Kay woke up slowly; on her own, surprised because Jessica hadn't done anything mean to wake her up today. Then she looked around, and realized where she was, as well as remembered the events of the day before. Before she could regress into her memories and the deep melancholy she'd been in the night before, her eye caught three brightly wrapped gifts on the dresser. She lifted them onto the bed in front of her. She looked at the cards first, two were from Uncle Hank, and the other was from . . . Luis? She frowned, but opened her uncle's bigger gift to her first.
She was shocked to find a real pearl and sapphire, white gold necklace (obviously a combination birthday/graduation gift).
Next Kay opened up Luis's gift, she gaped at what he'd given her, tears in her eyes. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever given her, it was an old picture of her and a very soggy looking Luis; Luis had her in a headlock, it had been taken right after she and Miguel gotten him with a water-balloon on the 4th of July, ten years ago. Pilar had been poised, naturally, at the ready with her trusty camera that day and had gotten it on film. A memory of happier times for Kay . . . it was the best thing anyone could have given her after yesterday.
After staring at the picture for a few minutes, lost in memories of better times, she opened up the small box and found a set of keys and a note.
I Dear Kay,
I know things are difficult at home, so Luis and I
were hoping you'd be willing to move into my room here
since I'm moving in with Sheridan. You don't have to
worry about rent, I'll take care of it. And don't even
think of turning us down, because Luis couldn't handle
the rent on his own, so it's a win-win situation for all.
What do you say? Will you please help us out?
Love,
Uncle Hank /I
Kay was shocked, she could stay, here? Live here? Get out of the horrible house of Charity?
Slowly she climbed out of bed, this had to be a trick . . . but it was Uncle Hank, he would never do that kind of thing.
She wasn't quite sure whether or not she wanted to go into the living room, but she took a deep breath, then opened the door. She saw her uncle sitting at the table with a newspaper, so she sat down in front of him.She stared at him for a moment, afraid to speak. It was like if she spoke, he might disappear, with the offer to move in, away from the hell she'd been living in.
Kay's voice was shaking when she finally worked up the courage to ask him, "Uncle Hank, are you serious? . . . About my being able to move in here, do you really mean it?"
Hank put down the paper, "Of course I am. And Luis is totally ok with it, in fact, it was his idea."
"You're saying, I can move in here?" She repeated.
Hank nodded, "I'm almost done packing, then you can do whatever you want to the room. The landlady said that you can paint it if you want."
"Uncle Hank, you have no idea how much this means to me . . . you really don't."
"I have an idea . . . . But hey, I'm having your stuff packed right now, with your meds. We need to head over there so you don't miss your pill." Hank told her seriously, knowing how important it was for her to take her meds on time.
"So, my parents know I'm moving out?"
"Well, no, not yet, but they will. And it's not like they can stop you, or me. I'll go get them, and if they say they won't let you, I'll just remind them that you're 18 now, let them realize how dense they are, and feel all guilty."
Kay smiled for the first time in a long time, "Thank you Uncle Hank, you're the greatest!"
"I know! Now give me a hug and we'll go get your things."
~*~
b** One hour later **/b
Hank opened the door to the home of his brother, and let Kay go in first. She was shaking, terrified for some reason. She didn't even know why she was so afraid.
Jessica was waiting for them, she ran and hugged a stunned Kay, "Kay, I am sooooo sorry for the way I've treated you." Those were the first words that rushed out of her mouth, "I know I've never been a good sister, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me." She begged, crying.
Kay was in a state of shock, "What's going on?"
"If I'd known you were hurt, I would never have done all the things I did." Jessica rambled, stepping away, "I packed your things, after Uncle Hank explained when I called him last night looking for you."
"You were worried about me?" Kay asked, not believing it.
"I didn't know you had depression, I found your pills . . . and I just felt so bad, and I was so worried, so I called the only person who might know where you were. I was so glad you were ok and not dead or something."
"Wait a minute, you found my pills? Jessica! Those were under my bed, under a loose floorboard, how the hell did you find them?"
Jessica blushed, "I always knew about that hiding place and I had a bad feeling. It was the last place I looked, but I knew if I would find anything, it would be there."
Hank realized this was the time to step in, "Alright, now lets get to work girl, we have boxes to carry and pills to take."
Jessica handed Kay her pills, "I thought you might need to take it as soon as you got here, it said to take one every morning."
"Um, thanks . . . I guess. I'll be in the kitchen getting some water. I'll join you guys upstairs in a few minutes."
Kay walked into the kitchen, and groaned silently to herself, it was just what she needed, Grace and Charity. She didn't give them a second glance, but silently went to the sink and got a glass of water. She opened the pill bottle and poured on into her hand. She put it under her tongue, then took the glass of water and swallowed, so she would never even taste the pill. [IAfter nine years of taking tons medications at once, I've found this is the best way to take them, just make sure you get enough water and keep your tongue elevated while the pill(s) lay under it./I]
Grace and Charity watched her do so, never having seen her do this before. Kay didn't even pay attention to them, she just walked right by them again, and up the stairs to the second floor.
~*~
Jessica had turned on the radio, so the three could listen to music as they packed. An old song, one of the old Kay's favorites came on.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new evolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughin'
And watched the last one die
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
For some reason, it made Kay feel better, she started packing, feeling more sure of herself and what she was doing.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lyin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Jessica knew that this would be Kay's own journey, she had to fly. Her sister was getting out of the house that had been her own personal hell since Charity came to town over a year and a half ago.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I think I'm done nursing the patients
It could wait one night
I'll give it all away
If you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life
Run and tell the angels
That everything's alright
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank truthfully hadn't Kay look so sure of herself in a long time. His heart lightened at the sight of her. Luis's idea of Kay moving into their apartment was his best ever, it was already helping Kay.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Kay looked around her room, one last time, remembering both the good times and the bad . . .
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank put his hand on Kay's shoulder, she looked at him. He smiled at her; she smiled back, her heart filled with courage. Then walked out the door, never once looking back.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to
~*~*~*~*~*~/I
Hank, Jessica, and Kay were loading the last of Kay's boxes into Hank's Jeep when Sam and Grace came running out.
"Hank! KAY! Where do you think you are going? Charity just went into Kay and Jessica's bedroom to borrow some of Kay's clothes, only to find all Kay's things missing!" Grace cried out.
"What's going on Hank." Sam demanded.
"Kay's moving into an apartment, away from Grace and Charity. Sam, you, Jessica, and Noah are welcome to visit, but Grace and Charity are persona non grata."
"Huh?" Grace stupidly asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes at her mother, even she can't believe her mother doesn't know that, "Person not wanted, you're not allowed to visit."
"Hank, I don't know what you think you're up to, but Kay is a minor, and she isn't going anywhere." Grace told him.
Kay's eyes flash, "I'm 18 mom, and I'm going." With that she got in the jeep and slammed the door behind her, trying to hold back the tears that burned her eyes.
Hank looked at his brother and sister-in-law and shook his head, "You people make me sick, all of you. Sam, you know she has depression, yet you ignore her. Grace, there's no excuse for the way you treat her and always compare her to Charity. But it makes me literally ill, to think my big brother could forget his oldest daughters 18th birthday. It's on the 18th for God's sake, yesterday! Remember? And you forgot her at Christmas, I believe Grace's excuse was, 'If we spend part of the money on Kay, there's less for Charity.'" He turned to Jessica and gave her a hug, "Thanks for the help, I have a feeling Kay will want you to visit her often."
Then he strode to the other side of the Jeep, jumped in, started the car, and drove off, not even bothering to say good-bye.
Jessica waved as they drove away, then turned to her parents, an angry expression on her face, "I can't believe you forgot her birthday! What's next, mine? Lord knows Mom didn't forget Charity's last week, but when it comes to her own daughter's, it completely slipped your mind. Dad, I don't know why you've been so distracted lately, but either get over, or do something about it. Mom . . . I don't know what to tell you, except I think you need therapy, because your obsession with Charity is getting scary, when you start neglecting your own daughters, it's a sign you're over the edge. Oh, and in case you forgot, which I know you did, Noah transferred to Harmony University, and will be home next week, so he'll be living with us again. " Then she calmly walked into the house.
~*~
b** 30 minutes later, on the beach **/b
Sam had never felt so guilty in his life, his continuous musing of his past with Ivy had caused him to forget his daughters birthday . . . he couldn't let it control him anymore.
The reason he'd been so distracted, wasn't just because Ivy had divorced Julian. Don't get him wrong, he was still completely in love with Ivy, but it was Grace too . . . she was driving him crazy. Every single day it was, Charity this, Charity that, Charity needs this, Charity wants something, blah, blah, blah!
He couldn't take it anymore. He was filing for divorce, and the papers would be arriving any day now.
Sam had been spending his time off searching for a place to live, and he'd found a great old house on the ocean. He spent all the money he'd been saving for he and Grace's 50th anniversary, (he plans ahead) he'd been able to purchase a Victorian style home with six bedrooms. Luckily, the old couple that had lived there before had been VERY eager to move to Florida, and let the home get rundown, so they'd sold it to him at a fraction the market value. With the money he'd been able to save he'd been able to furnish it, and on the weekends he'd been fixing it up (the inside so far, not out).
It was all ready for him to move in . . . . As soon as he told Grace he was leaving her . . . which was all he'd been thinking about lately, and the reason he'd forgotten his daughter's birthday.
But it was still not a good enough excuse, he'd been stupid.
He didn't know how, but he'd make it up to his eldest daughter. He was so lost in thought, he didn't even spot Ivy, until he walked into her.
~*~
Ivy had been walking on the beach, trying to figure a way to tell Sam that Ethan was his son, not Julian's. What she worried about was Alister, he was still very mad because Ethan cancelled the wedding to Gwen Hodgkiss, and ran off with Theresa several months ago.
Ivy smiled about that, her son had ran off with Pilar's daughter right after the announcement at the wedding and eloped at the resort he and Theresa had gone to together when they were trying to find a place for Ethan and Gwen's honeymoon. It turned out being the place where Ethan and Theresa had secretly honeymooned until they'd returned three months later, Theresa one month pregnant. Ivy had set them up with a house, out of her private accounts, of which Julian had no knowledge.
Ethan had set up a law practice. And Theresa, as Ivy's daughter-in-law could no longer be Ivy's assistant, so Ivy arranged for Theresa's designs to be shown at a New York fashion show. The public loved her creations, and now Theresa spent her days sketching at home and faxing everything to her assistant who ran Theresa's own designer clothing company, Serendipity. She was three months along now, and Ivy was a little jealous . . . she missed having a baby . . . but the only kind she'd want to have now, was Sam's.
She'd divorced Julian before she'd even found out Ethan had married Theresa, after she found out about he and Eve Russell's little affair, and that he was still going after her (in her eyes, she didn't mind the maids, but going after a doctor at Harmony General was too much.) Ivy had blackmailed Julian, with some interesting photos of him with another man (they were doctored, but they were so well done, not even a professional would be able to tell.)
Ivy was deep in thought about the paternity issue, when someone had slammed into her, knocking her down.
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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