A/N: Ok this is a little chapter:) I'm not too sure how well written it is either, (so I apologize if it doesn't sound good or something). But it's really just supposed to be short and sweet. I hope to update again this weekend with a longer chapter. Also, THANKS so much for the reviews I LOVE them!

Disclaimer: Everything is pretty much mine but anything that's not belongs to whoever created it :)

Summary: Maria and the Senator have a little fight ;)

***Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed! Also, I just wanna let all you romantics out there know the upcoming chapters are gonna start being more up your alley ;)

***Again please R/R ***

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The Senator stood frozen, perched atop the stairs, glaring down upon us.

The children and I were also standing still, our ice-cream sitting forgotten in our hands.

"Children," He began, his cool tone penetrating out ears, "To your rooms."

In shock and unable to move, the children stayed where they were.

"Now!" He said, sounding more than serious.

At this, the children scampered form my side and into the house, leaving me to stand alone.

I now felt more angry then afraid. Why should he be mad at me? If anything, he should be mad at himself! Keeping his children locked up hidden from the world. I had done something for them, something to help them. I–

"Miss. Maria," He began, slowly descending the front stairs, "If I am not mistaken, and I like to think that I'm not, I believe I had given you specific directions to never let the children leave this yard!"

His fists clenched, he continued to walk toward me.

"Yes Sir but it was just one day. They needed some fresh air and excitement--"

"Then they can come out to the whenever to the yard whenever they want!" There was a short pause as he regained some self-control, "Miss. Maria, obviously, you cannot comprehend the dangers that lie out there for a Senators children even the dangers you may face yourself as their nanny! Do you even understand what could have happened?"

"Yes, but the point is nothing did," I responded.

"These rules are set to help the children live happy, healthy lives--"

"But it's not healthy for children to be cooped up like this I took them out for a much needed break! Surely you can understand that?"

"I can understand that as well as you understood my directions!" He responded shouting, and at my side now.

"It's unhealthy for children to be locked up their ENTIRE childhood! You cannot expect--"

"Don't you start lecturing me!" He fought back.

"If I don't tell you these things, who will!" I responded, charging the fire, "You're too busy to understand the affects that being locked in a box is having on these children--"

"And, you you a person who had never had children of her own, you have the gut to say I'm not a good parent?"

"Yes," I responded, suddenly calm, staring back into his eyes, his eyes that seemed on fire with rage. There was a moments pause before he spoke again.

"I'm sending you back," His voice was now calm as well. He then turned and began to walk the distance to the house. As he reached the steps, my mind suddenly clicked. I started to follow him to the house.

"You're afraid you know I'm right," I shouted hotly at his figure.

This caused him to stop which in turn, led to my halting.

"Maria, I would not persist any longer," he said, turning to face me once more, his eyes glaring into mine, "You're only digging a deeper grave for yourself."

"That's alright," I began, walking up the stairs, my eyes never leaving his. Once reaching his level, I continued, "For as long as I have helped the children, I have done my job."

With that, I turned and walked inside, closing the front door behind me.