June 14th, 2007

Getting back into the swing of things after spending two weeks away from it was hard. Staying away from the stress had been a very nice change of pace. Randi and Dave worked so much, answering all the mail that has accumulated at their jobs, that they barely saw each other. Barely a couple hours of days. Sailor was very upset that Paul didn't come with them. Lyric was relieved to find that Dixie hadn't died like she thought she did.

Dave opened up the front door and grabbed the mail. He smiled softly. The day was nice and warm. He loved summer. Randi wore Bikinis in the summer. He could get used to weather like this. He made his way into the office. It was way too quiet. The girls were all out back playing and Randi was sunning herself.

"Daddy time for me." He mumbled opening up a bill. He groaned loudly. Why did credit card bills always seem to get larger and never smaller? Dave picked up a letter from Albany, NY. His face paled. It was addressed to him, "That son of a bitch. What the fuck does he want with me?" He opened up the letter.

Dear Dave,

I saw in the paper Randi was in New York recently. I wish I had known about that sooner. I would have made special arrangements to see her and the girls. Am I making you mad?

How are the girls doing? I'm sure that they are growing into gorgeous little creatures'…future beautiful women. I cannot believe Ireland is five years old. She was such a beauty when I saw her last time; I can just imagine she's getting nice and rip. I may have to make a special trek out there to refresh her memory of who I am. Lyric and Sailor will be old enough soon. Don't you worry?

I'm glad you're keeping Randi nice and warm for me. But remember; remember when I get there she's mine. I can't wait to wrap my hands around that slender waist. To have those luscious lips upon mine. Man, when I bury myself deep inside of her I will be thinking to myself on how you lost and I won.

Is your blood boiling yet? Are you wishing me dead? Or are you just sitting there at your desk with your feet upon the desk not giving me the satisfaction of pissing you off? Don't think I don't know how you are, Dr. Malucci. Birds of the same feather flock together.

Has Randi been receiving all my letters? I send her one every month, but she doesn't write back. It makes me sad. That's why I thought I'd try you. We've never really had a nice talk. Last time I saw you, I had Ireland tied up in my closet. I sometimes wish she were still there. I didn't get a chance to have her.

I wish you weren't there. Life would be so much easier. I guess I will need to take you out once I get released. My release date is coming quicker than you guys know. You better not impregnate my woman again before I get a chance to. She's mine.

Well, write back, Dave. We really need to get to know each other. I need to know more about you Dave. You're never in the papers with Randi.

Sincerely,

Charles

Dave crumpled up the paper and threw it at the wall.

"That son of a bitch." He growled loudly, wanting to pound the guys face in. "What the fuck is wrong with him?" He looked at the paper ball and picked it up. Evidence. Randi always kept hers. He walked over to the file cabinet and put his letter with Randi's.

"Daddy!!" Sailor ran into the office with a large grin upon her face and threw her arms around his legs. Dave looked down at her.

"What's wrong, Sammi?" He picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Nuttin'" Sailor grinned, "Missed ya."

"I missed you too." Dave chuckled softly, "Let's go play with the others, Sams." Sailor nodded as Dave carried her out. Dave couldn't help but to still be pissed off. Charles wrote about stuff Dave didn't want to picture happening to his family. If he ever laid a hand on any of his girls he would murder him. He would hold back.

August 28th, 2007

Randi laid in the bed curled up in a little ball. It was her birthday in a couple of days and she didn't want to face it. She was turning thirty-four. It wasn't the whole adding another year that bugged her. It was more; she was getting closer to THE CHANGE. Granted, she probably had ten years or more left in her, but the idea…the idea of not being able to have children anymore frightened her.

"Randi?" Dave walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. "Are you feeling okay?" Randi shook her head, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She mumbled. Dave frowned deeply. She was in a mood again.

"It's not like you're turning fifty or even forty, Randi." He said.

"I know that, but…" She sighed and looked at him, "When do you want to have another baby, Dave?" Dave shrugged.

"Sammi is turning two in December so anytime after that I think would be great." He said, "Why? Do you want another one?"

"Yeah. I really want a boy. Like really bad, Dave." She said.

"Me too." Dave chuckled and lay next to her. "Do you have time in your schedule to be pregnant and be a mother of four?"

"I think so." Randi cuddled into him, "Do you?" Dave nodded.

"That's why I opened my own clinic. I want to be close to the house and my family." Dave said. Randi smiled softly. "Rickie and Landsie are both in school, so we only have Sammi under foot right now. I think it's time we start planning baby number four."

"Don't call her Rickie." Randi chuckled.

"Landsie got me saying it." Dave chuckled, "I think it kind of stuck."

"Don't say it in front of me at least, Sweetheart." She said as she closed her eyes, "Yeah. If we got pregnant right this instant, I'd have the baby around May, just in time for summer vacation. Maybe we should wait a couple of months, like December. Sailor will be starting school next year I think. She really wants to go and she'll almost be three when preschool starts. If she takes the placement test I think she'll really do well." Dave nodded.

"We'll see how she is next summer." He said, "So December, Huh? You'd be due um…ah…September." Randi nodded.

"Just in time for school to start, I really like that." She said.

"So, are you feeling better?" He asked her. Randi nodded.

"Yeah. Maybe getting old won't be such a problem as long as I have you by my side." She said softly. Dave couldn't help but to laugh.

"Remember you're not old." He said, "You're still very young."

"I sometimes think that if I had asked you out the first time you started to work at County, we would have had a longer chance to have these kids." Randi said. Dave stared at her.

"I don't think so." He said, "What were you when I started, twenty-five?"

"I think so." She said trying to remember.

"We weren't ready for a family or to settle down then." He said.

"We weren't ready for that for a long time, I thinkb." Randi said, "You remember when you first told me that you loved me?"

"Yes." Dave chuckled, "I filled that tiny apartment up with Daisies and I was so nervous and I told you."

"I didn't tell you right away." Randi chuckled. "It's amazing isn't it? We have three gorgeous daughters and are happily married."

"We are happily married right?" Dave asked. Randi stared at him.

"Absolutely. All the bad things that's happened to us are in our past." She said, "We need to focus on our future…our future Maluccis." Dave smiled softly and squeezed Randi tightly. It still amazed Dave that they were together. Every single day he counted his blessings. Randi, Aaron, Ireland, Lyric, and Sailor were his angels, were his blessings. Life was great for them.

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