A/N: THANKS FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS. THIS HAS BEEN ONE HELL OF A WEEK FOR ME. THE CAR GOT STOLEN AND I'VE BEEN SWAMPED WITH SO MANY THINGS THAT I HAD TO WRITE DOWN WHAT I NEEDED TO DO. TO MAKE IT WORSE, THE NOTEBOOK THAT I USE TO WRITE MY ORIGINAL DRAFT FOR THIS GOT SOAKED AND MY PEN SMUDGED. BUT IM ALL GOOD.
AMY TAYLOR-I DIDN'T MAKE FOX AND KAY'S REUNION THAT EMOTIONAL BECAUSE THAT CHAPTER WAS FILLED WITH SO MUCH EMOTION. FROM ANGER TO HURT TO HAPPINESS AND BACK. BUT IT IM NOT LEAVING IT THAT SHORT. IT'S CONTINUED IN THIS CHAPTER.
SAMVY-JESS AND MIGGS WILL BE PUNISHED IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
EL DIABLO FIRESTARTER-I AGREE WITH YOU. IT'S SAD THAT FOX MISSED OUT ON A LOT WITH KAY AND KAY WAS ALONE AGAIN DURING HER PREGNANCY. BUT FOX WILL MAKE IT UP.
TO EVERYONE ELSE THANK YOU AS USUAL.
ENJOY.
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Fox wrapped his arms around Kay, holding her tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Did they hurt you?" He asked, gently rubbing her back to relax her.
"No." Kay whispered, shaking her head and sighing. "I was just lonely."
"I'm sorry."
"You didn't know. It's not your fault." She said as she lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at Fox tearfully.
He nodded, brushing his hand against her cheek. "I wish I tried harder for you."
"There was nothing you could have done." Kay argued firmly. It was eating away at Kay to look at Fox and see that Alistair's deceit had taken a piece of him away. She could tell, without much effort, that he had hardened. And Kay felt responsible for it. She had touched his life more than she expected, more than she dreamed. She knew how strong her hold was over him and it frightened her to have such influence on Fox.
"Yes, there was, Kay." Fox insisted stubbornly, taking her hand into his. "I knew that things were heating up. I should have known that something bad was going to happen. I should have foreseen it but I got careless. I let my guard down. I let you down." He said, feeling horribly guilty.
Kay shook her head. "You weren't careless. Jessica and Miguel were just too good. They caught us off guard."
Fox's face contorted into a deep frown as his dark eyes glinted with anger. "Miguel was part of the kidnapping, too?" He asked in disbelief as his anger escalated. "That bastard went to your funeral." Kay looked surprised. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands. And Alistair knew this, didn't he? He knew and he just let it go."
Kay squeezed his hand. "It's okay, Fox."
"It's not okay, Kay." He hissed. "He hurt you and I'm not going to let him get away with something like that. Either of them."
Kay nodded. "They won't. I swear they won't but can't it wait?" She said quietly.
"Of course." Fox replied as he sat back down in front of Kay. He just wanted to justice for her pain, their pain. He wanted so badly to protect her. "You know, the world doesn't feel right without you, Kay. I was losing my mind when you died. I meant when you-"
"It's okay, Fox." She smiled understandingly. "I did die. Not physically but to everyone I was pretty much gone. I'm learning to accept it."
He nodded. "Did you know that Alistair was going to pull a stunt like this?"
Kay shook her head fiercely, frowning. "I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't trick you like that. He lied to both of us."
"That was unfair. I'm sorry."
"I understand." She said, sighing sharply. "I know it's not easy. We can't just pick up where we left off. Too much has happened. We have to deal with so many things. There are so many questions that are left unanswered. But I still love you. I won't let anything change that."
Fox smiled sadly. "Neither will I. You know, even after everything that has happened, you still manage to amaze me with your strength."
Kay chuckled wryly. "I'm not that strong, Fox. I've had my moments of weakness. You're the strong one. You endured though it all. I was asleep most of the time and even when I woke up, I didn't really remember it all. So I guess I was shielded a bit." She explained. It was a strange feeling to not truly remember a critical part of your life. It made her feel hollow sometimes.
"Is this serious?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. Everything that happened that night is vague to me. The last thing I truly remember is going to bed. Everything else is bits and pieces and I think some of the things that I seem to remember are made up. And Alistair refuses to tell me anything. At first, no one would tell me anything. Not about why I was here, or where you were. When I started to panic, they finally said that Alistair faked my death and you were in on it too. It was crazy but I really didn't have much of a choice considering my condition."
"Alistair didn't need to do this to you, Kay." Fox gritted his teeth.
"No, he didn't but it wasn't so bad." She declared. "After the initial panic and shock wore off, all I had to do was be patient. Before I found out that you weren't a part of this, I was angry at you."
"Why?" Fox asked curiously.
She heaved a sigh. "Because you never came or called to see how I was doing, how the twins were doing. And then I realized you didn't know and that terrified me. I was so afraid that I would be stuck here for as long as Alistair intends me to and you would find a way to move on. You would find someone else and I would be forgotten. I wasn't going to let Alistair screw with our lives like that."
"Kay, baby, I wouldn't let you go that easily. Even when I was convinced you were gone, I still kept you close by. Everyday, I wished you were with me. Every night I dreamt you were right beside me, sleeping peacefully and every morning I woke up expecting to see you there. You know, you're not that easy to get over." He chuckled softly, planting a kiss on her lips.
"Good, because even if you found someone else, I would have fought tooth and nail for you. I don't give up that easily, especially on someone I love so much." She declared, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Fox laughed. "I'm here to stay, Kay. You're not going to lose me no matter what." He vowed sincerely. "Why don't you get some rest? It's been one hell of a day."
"Make that a month. Lay down with me, please. I miss having you close to me."
"Anything for you, Kay." Fox whispered as he kicked his shoes off and slipped underneath the covers with Kay, wrapping his arms around her. She yawned softly, snuggling close to him. Fox looked down at her and smiled as he planted a small kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."
A few hours later, Kay woke up and the first feeling that crept up on her was dread. Perhaps, she had dreamt it all and Fox really wasn't there. But as she turned her head to the side, Fox was there, sleeping quietly. She smiled and inched closer to him, inhaling his scent, her eyes never leaving him.
One of the babies kicked again and Kay smiled, patting her stomach as if the baby could understand what she was doing. And then she knew that one of them would be a boy. She wasn't sure how or why but it didn't really matter. She was happy. Fox was back and everything would be good again. "You're going to look just like daddy." Kay whispered.
"The sight of you talking to your stomach like that is unbelievably cute and sexy." Fox whispered beside her and Kay laughed a little.
"Promise me that you're going to let me name the boy." She said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.
Fox's face lit up as he mimicked her actions. "We're going to have a boy?" He asked enthusiastically. "What about the other one?"
"I don't know. I refused to know what the twins were without you here but I'm pretty sure one of them will be a boy." Kay declared confidently.
Fox smiled. "What makes you think one of them will be a boy? Something tells me they're both girls and completely identical." He said, envisioning tiny little girls running around the mansion with blonde pigtails bobbing by the side of their faces and bright blue eyes.
"Woman's intuition." Kay answered. "So what do you say? Can I? I don't want to hog the baby."
"If it means that much to you, I'll be happy with what you name one of the twins or better yet both of them." He said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Kay smiled. "Thank you. You won't regret it. I promise."
"Just don't put little before his name. Having to be called little your whole life is not an ego booster." Fox said and Kay laughed as she recalled that Theresa named her son Little Ethan. How original. Kay sarcastically thought, somewhat pitying the little boy.
"No, I have something else in mind. What about you?"
"Fern." He said without much hesitation, waiting for Kay's reaction. He knew it wasn't a name she would ever let her child have but he had to do it. Fox just had to tease her.
Kay looked at him, trying to see if he was being serious. Fern. She thought as she paused. She didn't want to insult him. Fox waited silently until finally Kay's lips twitched into a small frown. "Fern Crane? I love you Fox but I don't want our one of our children named after a plant." Kay declared and Fox smiled at her candidness.
"Alright, you're the mommy. How about Mary Cherry? It's perky." He suggested lightly, grinning at her.
"I see pole dancing with that name." She quipped.
Fox laughed, making a mental note that no daughter or daughters of his were going to do any pole dancing or anything relatively similar. "There's Hermione, Dexter, Cherith and Velveeta." He went on desperately trying to keep a straight face as Kay's jaw dropped.
She arched an eyebrow at him. "Has someone been reading Harry Potter?" Kay teased him, somewhat mockingly. "No, Fox, no child of mine will be named after a frizzy-haired girl who runs around with a magic stick. And Dexter screams geek to me, not that I have anything against geniuses. But if one of our children is going to be a genius, we don't need to advertise it by screwing up his name. Cherith sounds like a speech impediment. And Velveeta? Are you crazy?"
Fox burst into laughter, unable to conceal it any longer. "She could go by Vee or Vel. It's unique." Kay rolled her eyes and laughed along.
"I want our children's name to be unique but also to exemplify good taste and proper breeding. Names that they can carry with pride and not hate us for. Therefore there will be no naming any of our children after dairy products, fruits that can be used as stage names for jobs that require taking clothes off or plants." She stated firmly.
"Hey, Kay?"
"Yes?" Kay grinned.
"What do you think about Pookie Bair and Poopsie Dier for two girls?" He guffawed uncontrollably.
Kay looked horrified and she grabbed a pillow and smacked it on Fox. "Rebecca is rubbing off on you. I blame this on her. She calls your father pookie, Fox. I don't want my children named after what Rebecca calls Julian when they're getting frisky." She laughed, unable to stay serious. "Don't you listen to your father, babies. He's just being silly. You're going to get beautiful respectable names. Mommy promises."
Fox continued to laugh. "So do I. I promise not to give you any names that are scarring or traumatizing." He said, talking to Kay's stomach and then giving Kay a quick kiss.
Kay sighed contently. "I'm hungry, Fox. Actually, we're all hungry. I want ice cream with pickles and maybe some chili. We can share!" She chirped enthusiastically.
Fox looked doubtful. "I'll stick to some fresh fruit."
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Christmas Day, Harmony
John Hastings braced himself as he rapped his knuckles against the Hastings' front door. David had called him and asked to see him. John had been surprised but he reluctantly agreed to come over anyway. It was Christmas Day. Perhaps there would be some miracles happening today. The front door opened and his father appeared, looking solemn but glad to see him.
"Come inside." David ushered and John walked in.
"The house looks nice." He offered and David smiled.
"Yeah. Grace did it." David declared, offering John a seat. "I helped, a little." Grace always had the ability to make any place look welcoming.
His son offered him a wry smile. "How are you, dad?" John asked quietly.
David shrugged, exhaling loudly as he clasped his hands together and sat across from John. "I'm alright. This has to be the longest year of my life with every bad thing happening at each turn. We missed you around here."
John nodded. "I needed time…to think…to get used to things." He explained.
"I know and I understand. I'm sorry for lying to you, son. I wish it had been different." David sincerely declared.
"Me too, dad, but I don't think we could have avoided it. Ivy had you between a rock and a hard place."
David nodded. "Yeah."
"What about Grace? Is she mad?" John had always wondered how Grace had taken the news better than he did.
"We talked about it." David said rather vaguely. "She understands. I still feel horrible for lying to you, for tricking her."
"What did Ivy have on you anyway?" John curiously asked and David hesitantly opened his mouth, looking rather uncomfortable as he tried to muster up the right words. "Never mind." John said before David could answer. The older man looked somewhat relieved. "When you're ready you can tell me. I don't think I'm ready to hear it either."
"Okay."
John exhaled sharply. "But one day I will ask and I hope you tell me the truth." David nodded quietly.
"So, what's going on with you now, John?" David asked curiously, wanting to change the subject.
"I found my real mother." He declared happily just as Grace walked into the room. She shuffled her feet uncomfortably; looking hurt and shocked by his words.
She opened her mouth a few times. "I was…I was just…I'm going to check on the food now." Grace sputtered as she hastily made an exit, ducking her head in shame.
David immediately rose to go after her but John cut him off. "Let me. That was my fault and I want to talk to her." David nodded and John followed Grace into the kitchen, bracing himself. "Grace?" He called. John didn't mean to hurt her.
His stepmother was trying to distract herself by washing the dishes. "I'm glad you came over, John." She said uneasily. "This Christmas hasn't been so merry for any of us. Are you and David working things out finally?"
John nodded, slipping his hands into his back pockets. "We're trying. About what you heard, I want to apologize. I didn't-"
"It's okay." Grace quickly cut him off, offering him a small smile that said she understood. "I know you're not my son, at least not biologically. It hurts but I'm accepting that. But I do love you like my own. I haven't stopped loving you just because of what we found out. In my heart you're still my son just like Kay and Jess will always be my daughters despite of what they've done."
"Thank you, Grace. That means a lot." John smiled sadly as he stepped forward and hugged her. He still wanted her to be part of his life. She had been part of it for so long that it didn't seem right to lose her now.
"So, your mother, how did you find her?" Grace curiously asked.
"Actually, Kay found her for me." John said. "Her name is Claire Montgomery."
Grace smiled sadly as she listened to him. "Let's go into the living room. I think your father would want to hear this too." She suggested and together they walked back into the other room. And for the first time since the truth came out, David, Grace and John sat together as a family. And inwardly they smiled and thought that there was still hope for them yet.
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Meanwhile, at the Lopez-Fitzgerald house, the family, with the exception of Antonio, gathered together for a rather tense meeting. Charity had gone with Theresa, Ethan and Sheridan to take Christina and Little Ethan skating. Tension had fallen over the whole group. Miguel was nervously pacing across the small expanse of the room while Luis stood by the wall, his hands in his pockets, and a grim expression on his face. Pilar was sitting down.
"Miguel, will you stop that? You're making me dizzy." She snapped somewhat tersely as her weary fingers fidgeted with the rosary beads in her hands.
Miguel halted, glanced at his mother and frowned. "Sorry, mama." He muttered.
"What are we going to do now? Luis?" Pilar asked worriedly, turning to her most reliable son.
Luis let out a long exhale, hating the fact that his mother counted on him for everything, expected him to solve every mess-from Antonio's, to Theresa's and now Miguel's. "Nothing." He replied dryly.
"But Luis, if these rumors that I heard are true, then we're in trouble. Your brother needs you. We can't just do nothing!" She insisted, frantically rising from her chair.
"Mama, there's nothing we can do if Kay really is alive. But these are just rumors. Don't get all shaken up about it. I bet this is Alistair's doing. He wants to flush us into the open." Luis declared angrily as he balled his fists but did not budge an inch from the wall that he was leaning against.
"That's right. It's just rumors." Miguel echoed, getting somewhat hopeful.
Pilar nodded. "Maybe we should all move away before everything gets worse." She suggested quietly. As miserable as she was in Harmony, Pilar did not really want to live. She had built a life here. Her friends were here and if Martin ever came back, this was where he would look for them first. And she believed that he would come back. Someday. Pilar didn't know but she was willing to wait. She had nothing else to do but wait for her husband.
"And go where, Mama?" Luis demanded, getting quite irritated. "Wherever we go, they'll find us sooner or later. Alistair will find us."
"We could change names. We could be put on witness protection program." She said, hoping that Luis would give them something positive. They were all getting anxious.
Her older son scoffed at her suggestion. "Criminals going into the witness protection program." He muttered sarcastically.
"My children are not criminals!" Pilar insisted heatedly. Miguel shifted uncomfortably and Luis looked down. "I know I promised the both of you never to ask about what happened that night. But I need to know now."
Luis shook his head firmly. "It's best if you don't know anything. If things do get worse, you'll be saved." He assured her and Pilar nodded tearfully, getting quite frightened at the possibility of what could happen to her sons. She had lost Martin already, Antonio never acted like part of the family, Paloma was away and now she could lose Luis and Miguel.
"What are our chances here, Luis?" Miguel asked, his voice quivering from fright. His brother shot him a grim look.
Luis sighed hopelessly. "Not good. Dammit, Miguel, look what you got us into!" He hissed, scowling at his brother, who was so much like him in many ways.
"I was doing it for our family!" The younger man argued.
Luis scoffed indignantly. "If we go down, we take our families with us. You'll be the destruction of us all! I have a wife to think about. Miguel. And then there's Christina- my daughter. What am I going to say to her? How am I going to explain to her that her daddy has done bad things? And you just got married. We're looking at life if we get caught. Life!"
"Stop it!" Pilar hissed. "No one is going to jail. The Cranes get away with every dirty little crime that they do and we are going to find a way to fix this and beat them at their game. Like I said already, my children are not criminals. Whatever happened that night, you must have both done it to protect us from Kay and her Crane allies."
The two men around her silenced and nodded in agreement. They were grasping at straws. "Maybe I should give myself up now." Miguel suggested weakly.
"No!" Pilar argued. "You're not going to jail over this, mijo. You didn't do anything."
"But we could save all the hurt if I just went to the police. They might go easy on me." He insisted. Luis shook his head, frowning deeply.
"Alistair has people working throughout the entire justice system. They're going to set an example out of you." He declared. "Mama is right Miguel. You told me what happened and all of it was Jessica's plan. You're innocent."
Miguel opened his mouth but his mother shushed him. "Listen to you brother, Miguel." She said firmly. "And we all have to remember that this might jut be a hoax and you are both safe."
"Jessica won't say anything, right?" Luis demanded.
"Right."
His brother looked satisfied with the answer. "And you wont say anything either."
Silently, he nodded but Miguel knew that when the time comes, if Kay really is alive, he would do the right thing. It didn't matter what Luis said, or what his mother said. Miguel would do what he has to. He would have to save himself from this horror that Jessica made him a part of. He was sorry he got his family into this mess. It should never have happened in the first place but now he had to deal with it. And he was not going to let Charity down.
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Same Day, France
Cassandra Crane propped her legs up and hugged them as she scowled at the weather outside. It was a horrendous blizzard out there and Cassandra was in a horrible mood, having to be stuck indoors all day.
"Merry Christmas to you too world." She muttered grouchily.
Having been born and raised a Crane, Christmas had never been her favorite holiday. She had never been religious and the bond of family-the Crane family-never meant much to her either. Christmas had always been about being primped to perfection and standing by the sidelines during the annual Crane party with her other siblings while mommy dearest showed off her perfect little Ethan to the guests.
Fox made it bearable though. He made silly jokes and mocked Ethan endlessly to entertain themselves and as they grew older, the hurt lessened, the jealousy of being left out and ignored dwindled away to the point that they could disregard it. All that matter in the end was that no matter how horrible things were Fox would always be there and he would never leave her or Cammie.
Now, although they had somewhat drifted apart, Cassandra couldn't help but be angry that her brother was hurting and no one had been there for him. Fox had been cheated and there was nothing she or anyone could do about it.
"Your glare is burning a hole through that window." A cheery voice piped up, interrupting her thoughts. Cassie turned, coming face to face with her younger sister, Camille or Cammie as Fox had nicknamed her since neither of them could really pronounce Camille's name properly when they were younger. "Merry Christmas, Cass." Camille grinned, handing her sister a cream envelope.
"Thin." She joked, emitting a small smile. "Are you being thrifty this year?"
Camille rolled her blue eyes expertly. "Just open it." She said, smiling.
Cassandra pulled the object out and stared at an old photograph taken at the beach. It was the summer of her tenth birthday and as usual the three of them had been shipped off to one of their mansions in Spain. Cassandra smiled remembering the day the picture was taken. Fox, young and deluded that he was super cool, wanted to show of his surfing skills. Instead Cassie had cut her toe on a seashell; Camille wanted to turn into a mermaid but unsurprisingly failed at growing fishtails and the three of them ended up baking underneath the sun making sand castles while their nannies watched.
It had been a good day.
"A picture?" Cassandra asked, arching an eyebrow at her sister. She would put it in a frame later.
Cammie nodded, grinning. "Me, you and Fox. Just like old times." When Cassandra didn't catch on, Cammie sighed and shot her an exasperated look. "Cassie, for a genius, you're pretty slow. We're going to Harmony to see Fox."
"Freak Town, USA. Home sweet home." Cassandra muttered dryly.
"Well it's not the most welcoming place in the world but he's always been there for us so now it's our turn." Camille declared matter of factly. "And we missed his girlfriend's funeral. We didn't know her but he was pretty heartbroken about it." They both had been in Japan when the news of Kay's death reached them and by then it was too late. They tried calling their brother and at first he accepted their sympathies but later, secluded himself from everyone, including them.
Cassandra nodded. "I saw the tapes. When do we leave?"
Camille perked up. "In four hours. Your bags are already packed so we're ready to go." She declared. "This is going to be something, Cass. I can feel it."
"Me too." Cassandra echoed. She felt like stirring some things up in good old Harmony.
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December 26, Crane Island
The large white gazebo stood in the middle of the orchard, a variety of roses covering a portion of it, creeping around the pillars and rails. Inside, Fox and Kay sat side by side, half listening to the sound of a small waterfall nearby and the chirping of birds from above them. They could also hear the ocean in the distance.
"Wow." Kay whispered looking around them. It was like being in the Garden of Eden: lush green grass, tall ancient tress and every flower imaginable. "This is beautiful."
"Very beautiful." Fox echoed, staring at her.
She looked back at him, stretching her hand out so he would take it. "This is great, Fox. I feel very pampered and like a princess." Kay grinned. He had prepared this meal for her and he had made it extravagant.
"You should feel like a queen, Kay." He declared, kissing the back of her hand. She blushed slightly. It was like starting all over again, dating for the first time but this time it was easier, more relaxed. "Something is missing though."
Kay arched her eyebrow, looking at the table. What could be missing? "It's perfect. Nothing is missing. You even peeled the grapes." She declared happily. Fox had discovered in a period of one day that Kay was on a fruit binge and was specific about peeled grapes. It was crazy sometimes but he loved her and he wanted her to be pampered. She deserved it.
"Here." Fox said as he pulled out Kay's necklace with the locket. "I kept it to remember you by. Let me put it on you." He said, rising and placing the necklace on her.
Kay looked down and something caught her eye. She smiled, examined the engagement ring closely, making sure she was seeing what she was seeing. Finally, with her heart pounding somewhat nervously and excitedly, she looked up at Fox who was smiling at her. He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "How does Kay Crane sound to you?" He whispered into her ear.
Kay stood up to face him, the wind blowing her hair back. She was unable to contain the smile on her face. She managed to pause, placing her arms around his neck. "I like it." She finally declared, leaning in to kiss him.
Fox chuckled, kissed her back and pulled away slightly. "Is that a yes?" He asked her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Kay pursed her lips. "Are you asking?" She whispered lowly, giving him another kiss.
"I am." He announced firmly. He watched her expectantly. "So?"
Kay sighed, her fingers toying with the ring still on the chain. "Well, it's such a beautiful thing and so rare." She stated, stalling to tease him. "Oh, of course. You didn't even have to ask. It's a yes. With all my heart, yes, yes, yes!" She happily squealed and Fox lifted her off her feet, carried her on even ground and whirled her. Some of the groundskeepers and servants outdoors stopped what they were doing to admire the beautiful couple. "I love you, I love you, I love you! I'm getting married! I'm getting married!" Kay enthusiastically exclaimed out loud and everyone who heard her cheered and clapped, offering their congratulations.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Crane!" Marcy happily bellowed from the balcony of the room that she was cleaning, waving at them frantically.
"Thank you!" Kay grinned just as Fox waved back. "We're getting married soon!"
"On New Years." Fox whispered in her ear as he nodded at Marcy. He had apologized and thanked her earlier.
Kay looked shocked. "New Year's Eve? Are you sure? That's soon."
"I would marry you today if possible. Everything will be taken care of. Trust me." He grinned, kissing her passionately.
"I do." Kay said laughing happily as she kissed him again and hugged him tightly. "I do! I do. That's my line! Oh, this is the best present anyone has ever given me Fox. Thank you." She was beyond ecstatic and her happiness was contagious. Ever since her talk with Alistair, Kay had always known that Fox would ask her to marry him. Not because Alistair said so but because despite the difficulty in that time of their life, he still loved her and she him. She just wanted Fox to be sure. And now he was and she couldn't be any happier.
Fox grinned at her, tucking a strand of dark hair that had loosened, behind her ear. "No, thank you. For everything Kay. You make me happiest when I'm with you and I am grateful for giving me your love and for our children."
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A/N: OKAY, LET'S BACK TRACK. I WANTED TO DO FOX AND KAY'S PROPOSAL SCENE DIFFERENTLY FROM GWEN AND JASON'S OR FROM ANYONE ELSE'S FOR THAT MATTER. IMO, FOX AND KAY AREN'T CONVENTIONAL. THEY DON'T FOLLOW TRADITION AND CERTAINLY WON'T ANYTIME SOON. AND MORE SO, I WANTED A HAPPY SCENE FOR KAY FILLED WITH FLUFFINESS. THEY'VE BEEN ALL BROODY LATELY.
NOW, CASSANDRA AND CAMILLE CRANE. THEY HAVE A PURPOSE BUT A MINOR ONE. AS YOU CAN SEE, THERE'S A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE SISTER'S PERSONALITY TRAITS. CASSIE WILL BE ON A BETTER MOOD LATER. THEIR PLAN WONT GO AS EXPECTED SINCE FOX ISN'T IN HARMONY. HAHAHAHA. BUT ALL WILL BE WELL. I WROTE THE GIRLS THE WAY THEY ARE BECAUSE I THINK THAT INITIALLY, THEIR LIVES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT THEM (FOX, CASSIE & CAMILLE) AGAINST MOMMY AND ETHAN. THE GIRLS' PICS ARE ON THE WEBSITE.
THE LO-FITZ ARE GETTING EDGY. THERE ARE HINTS OF WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT ALL OVER THEIR SCENE, ESPECIALLY IN MIGUEL'S DIALOGUE.
WHEN I WROTE JOHN'S SCENE, I INTENDED TO REVEAL THE REASON BEHIND THE BLACKMAIL BUT DECIDED AGAINST IT IN THE END. LIKE JOHN SAID, THEY'RE JUST NOT READY. IM LEAVING THAT TO YOUR IMAGINATION GUYS. BUT I DID WANT JOHN TO MAKE PEACE WITH HIS FAMILY. NOTHING IS TRULY OVER FOR HIM. ALL IN DUE TIME THOUGH. ALL IN DUE TIME.
FINALLY, THE FIRST SCENE IN THE CHAPTER. POOKIE BAIR IS PRONOUNCED LIKE POOKIE BEAR AND POOPSIE DIER LIKE POOPSIE DEER. I JUST DID IT FOR HUMOUR. I GIVE ALL CREDIT TO THE MAN AND WOMAN WHO CAME UP WITH THESE NAMES. YES, THEY ARE NAMES THAT HAVE BEEN USED FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. AND OUT THERE, THERE IS A GIRL NAMED VELVEETA. LMAO. I MEANT NO DISRESPECT TO ANYONE. THEY'RE JUST TOO FUNNY.
AND FOX AND KAY NEEDED TO TALK ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN. THAT'S WHAT I REALIZED WHEN I WROTE THAT SCENE. IM NOT SAYING WHAT THE TWINS WILL BE. KAY WANTS TO NAME (THE BOY IF THERE IS A BOY). WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT IS?
OKAY, I HAVE BAD NEWS WHICH IS SORT OF GOOD NEWS FOR ME. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE IT FOR THIS MONTH. I KNOW, I DON'T LIKE IT EITHER BUT I'M GOING ON A VACATION WITH MY FAMILY AND IM LEAVING TOMORROW (FRIDAY) MORNING. I MADE SURE TO WRITE THIS BEFORE I LEFT THOUGH. I WON'T BE BACK UNTIL FEBRUARY. SO THAT MEANS I CANT UPDATE UNTIL THEN. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW SO THAT I DIDN'T KEEP ALL OF YOU HANGING. BUT PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON THIS. I WILL CONTINUE IT WHEN I GET BACK. IF YOU WANT HINTS YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I'LL MISS YOU GUYS.
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