CHAPTER 3 Clouds

"What about this one?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, you have more imagination than that."

Fox and Teresa were lying down on the grass at the Crane estate and staring at the white clouds trying to figure out what they looked like.

"Actually, on second thoughts I think it looks like mother in her wheelchair."

Teresa started laughing and turned on her side and looked at him.

"Now that's just mean, Fox."

He did the same as her. He turned on his side and faced her. He leaned his head on his hand.

"Am I? I mean with all the things we're going to find out about her..I would say that what's coming to her is mean."

She looked at him and took her hand to his hair to take a grass strand that was stuck in his hair.

"Are you sure you want to this? I mean she is your mother."

"No, Teresa. She isn't my mother. I don't have a mother."

She could see the hurt and the vulnerability in his eyes. When Fox spoke of his mother, he was always like a lost child.

"Do you know how envious of your son I am?"

She looked at him surprised.

"You're envious of my son?"

He nodded.

"Yes, he has a mother who loves him more than anything and is willing to put a lot on the line to make sure that he has a happy life, including herself. I can't say that much about my mother."

"But she did stay married to your father."

"She stayed married to Julian because of the money. She never cared about me or my sisters."

"She's a mother, I'm sure that she loves you."

"No, she doesn't and she deserves everything that is coming to her."

Teresa didn't say anything. She laid back on her back and Fox did the same. She reached for his hand and squeezed it.

"So what about this cloud?"

"A mother holding her child."

Teresa looked at Fox after he said that. She flipped on her stomach and moved closer to him. She put her head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her while still holding the hand that she gave him.

"I'm sorry you're hurting so much over this, Fox."

"I'm not, because I have you."

She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. He looked miserable. She got up and tried to pull him up.

"Come on, Fox."

"No, I'm comfortable like this."

He pulled her down and she landed on him. They looked into each others' eyes. He held her tight. He never felt her this close to him. He could feel her heart beating against his. She smiled at him.

"Let me cheer you up."

"Okay."

He pulled his head up and was about to bring his lips on hers when she pushed it down with her hand.

"I didn't mean that, Fox!"

He gave her a disappointed look.

"But Teresa!"

"No, Fox! It will never happen."

"But you said that you wanted to cheer me up! And what better way to do it than you and I..."

"Fox!"

She gave him a small punch on the shoulder.

"Let go of me."

"You're no fun, Teresa."

"I'm sorry! Well not really actually."

He let go of her and she rolled on her back. He got up and gave her his hand to take. He pulled her up and they started walking.

"What did you want to do to cheer me up then?"

"I thought we could go to the batting cage and hit some baseballs."

He looked at her and smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes, why?"

"I thought my idea was better than yours."

"Shut up! Well if you must know, I'm an excellent batter."

He laughed.

"I guess we shall see then."

She looked at him again.

"Fox are you sure you want to go through with our plan? If you want to back down, I'll understand."

He smiled at her.

"You want Ethan, I don't know why...I want revenge on my family and I want that tramp Rebecca and her daughter out of the mansion."

They both stopped walking and faced each other.

"See, Teresa....it works both ways."