The Crane jet landed a short time later in Harmony. He stepped out of the
plane and looked out around him. He was finally home. Funny, he thought
to himself, he hadn't realized when Harmony had become his home, but at
some point during the last few months he had spent there it had. He got
into the limo that awaited him there at the small airport just outside
Harmony. Destination-The Lopez-Fitzgerald residence. He had to get to
Theresa, she needed him more than ever before.
After what seemed like the longest drive of his life, the limo finally pulled into the drive of the Lopez-Fitzgerald home. He looked at the quaint home that Theresa had used Crane money to build. He smiled to himself, that had definitely caused a stir in the Crane house. Especially with Rebecca. He loved it when Theresa got the better of those two. Unfortunately, right now they were winning the battle, they had managed somehow to take her son away from her. Crane influence surely had to be the cause. No sane judge would take Little Ethan from Theresa unless he was being bought out. And with Crane money, no doubt.
Fox thought about his own father, Little Ethan's father. He was a true son- of-a-bitch. How could he allow Rebecca and Gwen to do this? How could he just sit back and do nothing? He hadn't quite figured that one out yet, but he was definitely going to make it a priority on his to do list. That was, of course, after he saw Theresa.
He knocked on the door and a short time later it opened. Whitney stood starring at him. "Fox, you made it. I wasn't for certain if you were coming or not."
"Why wouldn't I?" he said coming in past her.
"I just thought you said when you left Harmony you weren't ever coming back. You said you weren't welcomed by your family."
"Screw my family or what they think. Theresa needs me right now. That's why I'm here. Where is she?"
Whitney rolled her eyes in exasperation, "She's locked herself in her room. Typical, Theresa!"
Fox looked annoyed, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know how she is, she never does anything halfway. She's completely acting like a child. She's refusing to come out of her room. She won't talk to any of us. She won't eat. She's being ridiculous about this." Whitney went on.
Fox looked at the woman he thought he loved, he had never seen her like this. This side of Whitney was definitely not appealing, "Tell me, Whitney, how is a woman who just had her child riped from her supposed to act?"
Whitney looked at Fox stunned, "I...I..."
"I mean, her son was pulled from her arms, kick and screaming, begging her to help him. All the while her family watching. The man who's supposed to keep his best interest at heart, my half-brother, Ethan, sitting back and letting Gwen and Rebecca pull off this bullshit. How the hell would you fell?" He walked away, leaving her speechless.
Fox walked to Theresa's door and stood outside of it for a minute. Conjuring up the courage to take on the task that lay before him. He gently tapped on Theresa's door.
"I told you to leave me the hell alone." Theresa yelled at the door.
"Theresa, it's me." He said quitely against the door. He heard her tiny footsteps coming toward the door and a seconds later she slowly opened the it. Starring up at him with her broke heart showing right through her eyes, she fell into Fox's arms.
"Oh, Fox, what am I going to do?" She cried.
He patted her hair. He had never felt anything softer or ever smelled anything quite so sweet. He wanted nothing more than at that moment than to take care of her. "You're going to stand up and be the woman that I know you can be, Theresa. You're a fighter, not a loser. We're going to get your son back. I'll guarantee you that."
"You don't understand, Fox." She said against his chest. "They won't even let me have supervised visitations with him. I can't call him. I can't send him letters or toys. Nothing."
"I'll see what I can about that, Theresa. Don't you worry, I'll take care of everything." He pulled her so tight into him he could fell her heartbeat against his chest. "I'll make everything right."
Theresa had no doubt in her mind that he would.
Lydia, are you proud of me. I gave the old shrewd Whitney what was coming to her, or at least I did a little bit. I thought I would throw that one if for your sake. Anyways, guys, as always, thanks for your reviews. They're sweet. Keep them up. I really enjoy reading them.
After what seemed like the longest drive of his life, the limo finally pulled into the drive of the Lopez-Fitzgerald home. He looked at the quaint home that Theresa had used Crane money to build. He smiled to himself, that had definitely caused a stir in the Crane house. Especially with Rebecca. He loved it when Theresa got the better of those two. Unfortunately, right now they were winning the battle, they had managed somehow to take her son away from her. Crane influence surely had to be the cause. No sane judge would take Little Ethan from Theresa unless he was being bought out. And with Crane money, no doubt.
Fox thought about his own father, Little Ethan's father. He was a true son- of-a-bitch. How could he allow Rebecca and Gwen to do this? How could he just sit back and do nothing? He hadn't quite figured that one out yet, but he was definitely going to make it a priority on his to do list. That was, of course, after he saw Theresa.
He knocked on the door and a short time later it opened. Whitney stood starring at him. "Fox, you made it. I wasn't for certain if you were coming or not."
"Why wouldn't I?" he said coming in past her.
"I just thought you said when you left Harmony you weren't ever coming back. You said you weren't welcomed by your family."
"Screw my family or what they think. Theresa needs me right now. That's why I'm here. Where is she?"
Whitney rolled her eyes in exasperation, "She's locked herself in her room. Typical, Theresa!"
Fox looked annoyed, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know how she is, she never does anything halfway. She's completely acting like a child. She's refusing to come out of her room. She won't talk to any of us. She won't eat. She's being ridiculous about this." Whitney went on.
Fox looked at the woman he thought he loved, he had never seen her like this. This side of Whitney was definitely not appealing, "Tell me, Whitney, how is a woman who just had her child riped from her supposed to act?"
Whitney looked at Fox stunned, "I...I..."
"I mean, her son was pulled from her arms, kick and screaming, begging her to help him. All the while her family watching. The man who's supposed to keep his best interest at heart, my half-brother, Ethan, sitting back and letting Gwen and Rebecca pull off this bullshit. How the hell would you fell?" He walked away, leaving her speechless.
Fox walked to Theresa's door and stood outside of it for a minute. Conjuring up the courage to take on the task that lay before him. He gently tapped on Theresa's door.
"I told you to leave me the hell alone." Theresa yelled at the door.
"Theresa, it's me." He said quitely against the door. He heard her tiny footsteps coming toward the door and a seconds later she slowly opened the it. Starring up at him with her broke heart showing right through her eyes, she fell into Fox's arms.
"Oh, Fox, what am I going to do?" She cried.
He patted her hair. He had never felt anything softer or ever smelled anything quite so sweet. He wanted nothing more than at that moment than to take care of her. "You're going to stand up and be the woman that I know you can be, Theresa. You're a fighter, not a loser. We're going to get your son back. I'll guarantee you that."
"You don't understand, Fox." She said against his chest. "They won't even let me have supervised visitations with him. I can't call him. I can't send him letters or toys. Nothing."
"I'll see what I can about that, Theresa. Don't you worry, I'll take care of everything." He pulled her so tight into him he could fell her heartbeat against his chest. "I'll make everything right."
Theresa had no doubt in her mind that he would.
Lydia, are you proud of me. I gave the old shrewd Whitney what was coming to her, or at least I did a little bit. I thought I would throw that one if for your sake. Anyways, guys, as always, thanks for your reviews. They're sweet. Keep them up. I really enjoy reading them.