Chapter 8
"Mommy! Mommy!" Little Ethan yelled running up to his mother throwing himself into her arms.
Teresa hugged him close. "Little Ethan, I've missed you so much."
Whitney looked at them and smiled, "I'll leave you two alone. I'll go check on our bags."
"I've missed you too, mommy." He held out a picture he had drawn. "Look, I drew this for you."
Teresa looked down at the picture. "Wow! This is wonderful. I think I'll frame it and hang it in my bedroom. How would you like that?"
Little Ethan smiled proudly. "Do you really like it?"
"I love it." Teresa smiled.
Little Ethan pointed at the stick figures, "That's you, mommy."
"It looks just like me." Teresa pointed to another stick figure. "Let me guess. That's you right there, isn't it."
"That's right."
Teresa pointed to the other stick figure, "Who's that, baby?"
"That's Fox. I like Fox. I think he likes you too, mommy. Do you like him?"
"Yes, Little Ethan, I like Fox very much."
"Can he be my daddy?" Little Ethan asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Teresa stuttered, "Little Ethan..."
Pilar finally caught up to little Ethan. "My, Little Ethan, you sure can run fast." She looked up at her daughter. "Teresa, it's about time you came home. I was worried you would stay in L.A. until Ethan and Gwen came home. Poor Gwen. I can't imagine what she's going through."
Teresa's head fell. "Mama, please, not now."
"You really should be ashamed of yourself, Teresa. Don't you think you've caused them two enough misery." Pilar continued to reprimand her daughter.
"That's enough, mama." Antonio came up behind them. "I'm sure Teresa's sorry for everything that happened in L.A. No point rubbing it in her face." He walked over and gave his younger sister a hug. "You okay, Teresa."
Teresa hugged him back. "I've been better. What about you?"
"Yeah, me too."
"Antonio, I'm sorry about you and Sheridan. You have to know that we only did it for your own good."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me. Somehow, it doesn't make me feel any better. How could I have been so foolish, Teresa."
"Teresa, that's enough. You'll upset Antonio. He has enough to worry about without you reminding him of Sheridan."
"Mama. Why don't you take Little Ethan and pull the car around. I'll get Whitney and Teresa's bags and we'll meet you around front."
She looked at Teresa and sighed. "Sure. Come on Little Ethan." She took his hand and the two of them walked away.
Antonio put an arm around his sister and started walking toward the baggage area. "I'm sorry mama always gives you such a hard time. Do you want me to have a talk with her?" He asked.
"No, that's okay. I know she means well."
"Yeah, but she'll never get through that thick head of yours will she?" He grinned. "In fact, I have a feeling nobody can."
"I wouldn't say that."
"Who could possibly get through that thick skin of yours?" Antonio asked.
"Just a close friend." She smiled.
"A close friend, huh?" He gave her a sidelong glance.
"Not what you think. I'm not ready for a relationshiop right now. He's just a close friend."
"This close friend wouldn't happen to be blonde headed, tall, multimillionaire..."
"Yes, Antonio, it's Fox, and before you start on the Crane bit, he's different from all of them. He's been there for me when no one else was. Fox means a lot to me." She said sincerely.
"I see that, Teresa." He picked up her bags and handed them to Teresa and then he picked up Whitney's. "Are you sure your feelings for Fox are that of a friendship?"
"Yes." She looked at him wide-eyed. "Yes! I mean Fox and I are just friends, nothing else." She stammered on her words.
"Sounds like you're still trying to convince yourself there, sis." Antonio smiled.
***Hey guys. Wondering why I'm using Antonio? I actually feel sorry for the man who plays the character. Imagine if he read the message boards. He's doing the best with what they give him. Anyways, he's also from my home town. Knoxville, TN. Hope you enjoy.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Little Ethan yelled running up to his mother throwing himself into her arms.
Teresa hugged him close. "Little Ethan, I've missed you so much."
Whitney looked at them and smiled, "I'll leave you two alone. I'll go check on our bags."
"I've missed you too, mommy." He held out a picture he had drawn. "Look, I drew this for you."
Teresa looked down at the picture. "Wow! This is wonderful. I think I'll frame it and hang it in my bedroom. How would you like that?"
Little Ethan smiled proudly. "Do you really like it?"
"I love it." Teresa smiled.
Little Ethan pointed at the stick figures, "That's you, mommy."
"It looks just like me." Teresa pointed to another stick figure. "Let me guess. That's you right there, isn't it."
"That's right."
Teresa pointed to the other stick figure, "Who's that, baby?"
"That's Fox. I like Fox. I think he likes you too, mommy. Do you like him?"
"Yes, Little Ethan, I like Fox very much."
"Can he be my daddy?" Little Ethan asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Teresa stuttered, "Little Ethan..."
Pilar finally caught up to little Ethan. "My, Little Ethan, you sure can run fast." She looked up at her daughter. "Teresa, it's about time you came home. I was worried you would stay in L.A. until Ethan and Gwen came home. Poor Gwen. I can't imagine what she's going through."
Teresa's head fell. "Mama, please, not now."
"You really should be ashamed of yourself, Teresa. Don't you think you've caused them two enough misery." Pilar continued to reprimand her daughter.
"That's enough, mama." Antonio came up behind them. "I'm sure Teresa's sorry for everything that happened in L.A. No point rubbing it in her face." He walked over and gave his younger sister a hug. "You okay, Teresa."
Teresa hugged him back. "I've been better. What about you?"
"Yeah, me too."
"Antonio, I'm sorry about you and Sheridan. You have to know that we only did it for your own good."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me. Somehow, it doesn't make me feel any better. How could I have been so foolish, Teresa."
"Teresa, that's enough. You'll upset Antonio. He has enough to worry about without you reminding him of Sheridan."
"Mama. Why don't you take Little Ethan and pull the car around. I'll get Whitney and Teresa's bags and we'll meet you around front."
She looked at Teresa and sighed. "Sure. Come on Little Ethan." She took his hand and the two of them walked away.
Antonio put an arm around his sister and started walking toward the baggage area. "I'm sorry mama always gives you such a hard time. Do you want me to have a talk with her?" He asked.
"No, that's okay. I know she means well."
"Yeah, but she'll never get through that thick head of yours will she?" He grinned. "In fact, I have a feeling nobody can."
"I wouldn't say that."
"Who could possibly get through that thick skin of yours?" Antonio asked.
"Just a close friend." She smiled.
"A close friend, huh?" He gave her a sidelong glance.
"Not what you think. I'm not ready for a relationshiop right now. He's just a close friend."
"This close friend wouldn't happen to be blonde headed, tall, multimillionaire..."
"Yes, Antonio, it's Fox, and before you start on the Crane bit, he's different from all of them. He's been there for me when no one else was. Fox means a lot to me." She said sincerely.
"I see that, Teresa." He picked up her bags and handed them to Teresa and then he picked up Whitney's. "Are you sure your feelings for Fox are that of a friendship?"
"Yes." She looked at him wide-eyed. "Yes! I mean Fox and I are just friends, nothing else." She stammered on her words.
"Sounds like you're still trying to convince yourself there, sis." Antonio smiled.
***Hey guys. Wondering why I'm using Antonio? I actually feel sorry for the man who plays the character. Imagine if he read the message boards. He's doing the best with what they give him. Anyways, he's also from my home town. Knoxville, TN. Hope you enjoy.