Stephanie looked down at the fallen blonde. She had been waiting to do
that for forever. And now that she had punched the stupid blonde bimbo out
she felt that ultimate satisfaction. Truthfully, this was a long time
coming, and Jessica deserved it, after everything she had put her and Chris
through.
Suddenly Stephanie felt herself tackled to the ground and staring up at the ceiling. While she was triumphing in victory, Jessica had recovered from the blow and tackled her to the ground. Now Jessica was hitting her with the palms of her hand.
"Don't you ever hit me!" Jessica screamed.
Stephanie was stunned for a moment before gaining her bearings. She tried to fight off Jessica, but the woman was stronger than she first thought. Stephanie used her strength to throw the smaller woman off of her, making Jessica land on her back. Stephanie pinned her to the ground and started slapping her. Jessica's cheeks were starting to burn with the sting from Stephanie's slap.
"NO! Don't you EVER hit ME!" Stephanie screamed back.
Jessica, though pretty strong was no match for Stephanie and struggled to get away, but Stephanie was quicker. The assault continued with both of them getting the upper-hand. This was turning into a serious fight.
Chris heard someone screaming and got scared. Who knew what could happen with the two of them. He made sure Carter was ok and ran downstairs. To his amazement he saw the two women on the floor duking it out with each other. He ran over and pulled Jessica off of Stephanie and threw her off.
"What the hell is going on here?" Chris said, helping Stephanie up.
"That bitch punched me," Jessica said, pushing some of her hair out of her face.
"Only cause she slapped me, you stupid wench," Stephanie said, trying to charge at Jessica again, but Chris held her back.
"You called me a whore!"
"You deserved it!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you more!"
"Ok, ok, you two, that's enough!" Chris shouted over the two squabbling women, "You two are both adults, you don't need to start fighting with each other."
"She started it," Jessica said accusingly, standing up and brushing herself off.
"Oh please, don't pin this on me, you're the one who came back."
"Because I had his daughter!"
"Ok, you two, calm down."
"I will not calm down!" Jessica said loudly, "She punched me!"
"I had to fucking defend myself against you!"
"Shut up!" Chris said, "You two are not solving anything."
"Stay out of this Christopher!" Jessica snapped.
"Excuse me, I don't think so. Ok, first of all Jessica, I don't even know if Adriana is mine--"
"I keep telling you and telling you, don't you believe me?"
"No, I don't. I want a paternity test."
"A paternity test?" Jessica said, her tone changing, "I don't want to put Adri through that."
"Then sorry Jessica, she's not mine."
"She is!" Jessica protested.
"Unless I see proof then I have no choice but to believe that little girl is not mine."
"Why are you so scared Jessica," Stephanie said smugly, "Because you know she's not Chris's?"
"Shut the fuck up," Jessica said, "She's his!"
"Then take the test," Stephanie responded.
Jessica furrowed her brow. Stephanie wanted to laugh out loud. The girl was floundering she could see it. And it pleased Stephanie to no end. This time apart from Chris had given her perspective and she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Come on Jessica, we're waiting," Stephanie said impatiently, "Tick, tock, tick, tock."
"Fine," Jessica said obviously flustered, "Fine, I'll take your stupid test."
"That's all we asked," Stephanie said.
"Fine," Jessica repeated, lifting her chin, "You'll get your test, and it'll prove that Adri is yours, and then you'll have to deal with us."
"Oh, we'll deal with you alright. Deal you right out of our house when we find out that she's not Chris's," Stephanie said, laughing mockingly.
"I wish she wasn't his," Jessica said to Stephanie, "Cause I don't want to have to deal with a bitch like you on a regular basis."
"Oh, that's just the pot calling the kettle black Jessica, because it goes both ways, and I don't want to have to deal with a bitch like you."
"God, I hate you," Jessica muttered under her breath, "I'm going upstairs."
"Good, I won't have to see your ugly face."
Jessica gave Stephanie a dirty look before stomping away and going upstairs. Stephanie burst out laughing as soon as she was gone. Chris shook his head and went over and sat on the couch, pulling Stephanie with him. She sat next to him and he turned to her.
"Oh baby, you have a bloody lip," he said.
"I do?" she asked, feeling her lip and looking at her hand, there was indeed blood on it.
"Let me get a tissue," he said, getting up.
She smiled at his concern. She was so glad to be back home, even if it meant that the stupid bitch was here too. Admittedly she had been very hesitant to file the divorce papers and she had signed them with a wobbly hand. She was glad Chris had found her. He came back into the room with a damp tissue and sat down next to her.
He took her chin in his left hand and gently moved it towards his face so he could look at her. He sent her a smile then took the tissue up to her lip and soothingly wiped away the blood from her lip. As soon as he was finished he leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
"I'm so glad that you're home," he whispered, his voice wracked with emotion.
"Me too," she whispered back.
"And everything is going to be ok, I promise."
"I know."
"Please don't ever run away again, I don't think my heart could take it."
"I won't, I couldn't."
"Good."
Later that night, Chris and Stephanie lay in bed. It felt so good to be wrapped up in each other's arms again, they both had felt so empty without each other. Chris played with Stephanie's hair as they watched the television.
"I don't think it's mine," Chris said out of the blue.
"Adriana?"
"No Steph, Carter, I don't think he's mine," Chris joked.
"Very funny Chris, except Carter looks exactly like you, if there's any question to Carter's parentage, it's me, and I gave birth to him so he is mine."
Chris laughed, "I know Carter's mine, no worries with that one."
"Why do you think Adriana's not yours...not that I think she's yours either, but I'm anxious to know why you think she isn't yours."
Chris thought for a second, "Well, I mean, I looked at her one day, while Jessica was taking a shower and just left her sitting on the couch--"
"What do you mean, just left her?" Stephanie asked, looking up at him.
"I came home one day from looking for you and just found Adriana sitting on the couch by herself while Jessica was in the shower."
"God, I thought she was a bad mother, but I didn't realize. How could she just leave her daughter like that?" Stephanie said, shaking her head in disgust.
"I know, that's what I told her."
"If that kid is yours, then I say we sue for sole custody."
"You think?"
"If she's that bad a mother, yes."
"I suppose, but I'm saying that she doesn't even look like me at all, I mean, even Carter, though he looks more like me, he has your eyes and your cute chin."
Stephanie laughed, "Yeah, she did look nothing like you."
"I think Jessica just wanted to hurt us like I hurt her."
"She almost did," she said quietly.
"But she didn't," Chris said firmly, "And she won't."
The next day, Chris and Stephanie were outside with Carter looking over Chris's horses. Chris had kind of been neglecting them in Stephanie and Carter's absence, and felt like he had to make up for it. Carter was sitting in his bouncy seat watching Stephanie and Chris groomed the horses.
"Hey Cart, you gonna like horses when you get older?" Chris asked the giggling baby.
"He doesn't have to."
"It'd be weird if he didn't."
"Yeah, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do baby," Stephanie said to him.
Carter just smiled happily at the two of them and kept bouncing in his chair, sucking happily on his pacifier and turning to watch Dungy watching him. Chris went over to Stephanie and wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck as she combed out Ophelia's mane.
"I love you," he told her.
"Mmm, I love you too."
"Have I told you how good it is to have you two home?"
"Yes, but it's nice to know we're wanted."
"You're always wanted."
Carter started babbling and looking at the door, which you could see from the stables. Chris and Stephanie looked over at him, wondering what he was looking at. Walking over together, they saw a man walking out of his car.
"Stephanie, did you remember to call the lawyer and tell him to cancel the divorce?" Chris asked.
"Shit, I knew I had forgotten to do something," Stephanie said, "That must be someone from my lawyer's office. Why don't we go clear this up?"
"Ok," Chris said.
Chris grabbed Carter from his bouncy seat and held him with one arm. Carter leaned his head on Chris's shoulder and kept sucking on his pacifier content to be with his father. Stephanie and Chris walked to the front of the house where the man was checking a piece of paper.
"Hi, can we help you?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes," the man said, "This is 25967 Tavernish Road right?"
"Yeah, this is it," Stephanie said, "Are you from my lawyer's?"
"No, I'm actually looking for Jessica?"
Chris and Stephanie looked at each other suspiciously. This guy had come all the way out here to find Jessica. That was quite odd. They wondered just who this man was and what he wanted.
"She's here, she's inside," Chris answered, "Can we ask who you are?"
"Yes, I'm her husband."
Suddenly Stephanie felt herself tackled to the ground and staring up at the ceiling. While she was triumphing in victory, Jessica had recovered from the blow and tackled her to the ground. Now Jessica was hitting her with the palms of her hand.
"Don't you ever hit me!" Jessica screamed.
Stephanie was stunned for a moment before gaining her bearings. She tried to fight off Jessica, but the woman was stronger than she first thought. Stephanie used her strength to throw the smaller woman off of her, making Jessica land on her back. Stephanie pinned her to the ground and started slapping her. Jessica's cheeks were starting to burn with the sting from Stephanie's slap.
"NO! Don't you EVER hit ME!" Stephanie screamed back.
Jessica, though pretty strong was no match for Stephanie and struggled to get away, but Stephanie was quicker. The assault continued with both of them getting the upper-hand. This was turning into a serious fight.
Chris heard someone screaming and got scared. Who knew what could happen with the two of them. He made sure Carter was ok and ran downstairs. To his amazement he saw the two women on the floor duking it out with each other. He ran over and pulled Jessica off of Stephanie and threw her off.
"What the hell is going on here?" Chris said, helping Stephanie up.
"That bitch punched me," Jessica said, pushing some of her hair out of her face.
"Only cause she slapped me, you stupid wench," Stephanie said, trying to charge at Jessica again, but Chris held her back.
"You called me a whore!"
"You deserved it!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you more!"
"Ok, ok, you two, that's enough!" Chris shouted over the two squabbling women, "You two are both adults, you don't need to start fighting with each other."
"She started it," Jessica said accusingly, standing up and brushing herself off.
"Oh please, don't pin this on me, you're the one who came back."
"Because I had his daughter!"
"Ok, you two, calm down."
"I will not calm down!" Jessica said loudly, "She punched me!"
"I had to fucking defend myself against you!"
"Shut up!" Chris said, "You two are not solving anything."
"Stay out of this Christopher!" Jessica snapped.
"Excuse me, I don't think so. Ok, first of all Jessica, I don't even know if Adriana is mine--"
"I keep telling you and telling you, don't you believe me?"
"No, I don't. I want a paternity test."
"A paternity test?" Jessica said, her tone changing, "I don't want to put Adri through that."
"Then sorry Jessica, she's not mine."
"She is!" Jessica protested.
"Unless I see proof then I have no choice but to believe that little girl is not mine."
"Why are you so scared Jessica," Stephanie said smugly, "Because you know she's not Chris's?"
"Shut the fuck up," Jessica said, "She's his!"
"Then take the test," Stephanie responded.
Jessica furrowed her brow. Stephanie wanted to laugh out loud. The girl was floundering she could see it. And it pleased Stephanie to no end. This time apart from Chris had given her perspective and she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Come on Jessica, we're waiting," Stephanie said impatiently, "Tick, tock, tick, tock."
"Fine," Jessica said obviously flustered, "Fine, I'll take your stupid test."
"That's all we asked," Stephanie said.
"Fine," Jessica repeated, lifting her chin, "You'll get your test, and it'll prove that Adri is yours, and then you'll have to deal with us."
"Oh, we'll deal with you alright. Deal you right out of our house when we find out that she's not Chris's," Stephanie said, laughing mockingly.
"I wish she wasn't his," Jessica said to Stephanie, "Cause I don't want to have to deal with a bitch like you on a regular basis."
"Oh, that's just the pot calling the kettle black Jessica, because it goes both ways, and I don't want to have to deal with a bitch like you."
"God, I hate you," Jessica muttered under her breath, "I'm going upstairs."
"Good, I won't have to see your ugly face."
Jessica gave Stephanie a dirty look before stomping away and going upstairs. Stephanie burst out laughing as soon as she was gone. Chris shook his head and went over and sat on the couch, pulling Stephanie with him. She sat next to him and he turned to her.
"Oh baby, you have a bloody lip," he said.
"I do?" she asked, feeling her lip and looking at her hand, there was indeed blood on it.
"Let me get a tissue," he said, getting up.
She smiled at his concern. She was so glad to be back home, even if it meant that the stupid bitch was here too. Admittedly she had been very hesitant to file the divorce papers and she had signed them with a wobbly hand. She was glad Chris had found her. He came back into the room with a damp tissue and sat down next to her.
He took her chin in his left hand and gently moved it towards his face so he could look at her. He sent her a smile then took the tissue up to her lip and soothingly wiped away the blood from her lip. As soon as he was finished he leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
"I'm so glad that you're home," he whispered, his voice wracked with emotion.
"Me too," she whispered back.
"And everything is going to be ok, I promise."
"I know."
"Please don't ever run away again, I don't think my heart could take it."
"I won't, I couldn't."
"Good."
Later that night, Chris and Stephanie lay in bed. It felt so good to be wrapped up in each other's arms again, they both had felt so empty without each other. Chris played with Stephanie's hair as they watched the television.
"I don't think it's mine," Chris said out of the blue.
"Adriana?"
"No Steph, Carter, I don't think he's mine," Chris joked.
"Very funny Chris, except Carter looks exactly like you, if there's any question to Carter's parentage, it's me, and I gave birth to him so he is mine."
Chris laughed, "I know Carter's mine, no worries with that one."
"Why do you think Adriana's not yours...not that I think she's yours either, but I'm anxious to know why you think she isn't yours."
Chris thought for a second, "Well, I mean, I looked at her one day, while Jessica was taking a shower and just left her sitting on the couch--"
"What do you mean, just left her?" Stephanie asked, looking up at him.
"I came home one day from looking for you and just found Adriana sitting on the couch by herself while Jessica was in the shower."
"God, I thought she was a bad mother, but I didn't realize. How could she just leave her daughter like that?" Stephanie said, shaking her head in disgust.
"I know, that's what I told her."
"If that kid is yours, then I say we sue for sole custody."
"You think?"
"If she's that bad a mother, yes."
"I suppose, but I'm saying that she doesn't even look like me at all, I mean, even Carter, though he looks more like me, he has your eyes and your cute chin."
Stephanie laughed, "Yeah, she did look nothing like you."
"I think Jessica just wanted to hurt us like I hurt her."
"She almost did," she said quietly.
"But she didn't," Chris said firmly, "And she won't."
The next day, Chris and Stephanie were outside with Carter looking over Chris's horses. Chris had kind of been neglecting them in Stephanie and Carter's absence, and felt like he had to make up for it. Carter was sitting in his bouncy seat watching Stephanie and Chris groomed the horses.
"Hey Cart, you gonna like horses when you get older?" Chris asked the giggling baby.
"He doesn't have to."
"It'd be weird if he didn't."
"Yeah, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do baby," Stephanie said to him.
Carter just smiled happily at the two of them and kept bouncing in his chair, sucking happily on his pacifier and turning to watch Dungy watching him. Chris went over to Stephanie and wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck as she combed out Ophelia's mane.
"I love you," he told her.
"Mmm, I love you too."
"Have I told you how good it is to have you two home?"
"Yes, but it's nice to know we're wanted."
"You're always wanted."
Carter started babbling and looking at the door, which you could see from the stables. Chris and Stephanie looked over at him, wondering what he was looking at. Walking over together, they saw a man walking out of his car.
"Stephanie, did you remember to call the lawyer and tell him to cancel the divorce?" Chris asked.
"Shit, I knew I had forgotten to do something," Stephanie said, "That must be someone from my lawyer's office. Why don't we go clear this up?"
"Ok," Chris said.
Chris grabbed Carter from his bouncy seat and held him with one arm. Carter leaned his head on Chris's shoulder and kept sucking on his pacifier content to be with his father. Stephanie and Chris walked to the front of the house where the man was checking a piece of paper.
"Hi, can we help you?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes," the man said, "This is 25967 Tavernish Road right?"
"Yeah, this is it," Stephanie said, "Are you from my lawyer's?"
"No, I'm actually looking for Jessica?"
Chris and Stephanie looked at each other suspiciously. This guy had come all the way out here to find Jessica. That was quite odd. They wondered just who this man was and what he wanted.
"She's here, she's inside," Chris answered, "Can we ask who you are?"
"Yes, I'm her husband."
