Chapter 3

Fox lay there watching one of those late night shows, he really was not concentrating on the man, who was trying desperately to make his audience laugh, his thoughts were on Theresa, how could she sleep with Ethan? He thought she loved him and him alone. How could she do this, she knew that he wasn't sleeping with Whitney, he'd told her so multiple time. He didn't desire Whitney, the only woman he even thought but, was her - Theresa.

Whitney came in from the living room, she had been trying to find away to get her husband's attention for the last few weeks. Every time, he'd tell her he was either to busy or was tired and had a headache.. Sighing she walked in a turned on the radio, drowning out the TV and began to do her version of a pole dancer without the pole.

"Whitney, what in the hell?", Fox exclaimed getting up from the bed and turning to meet see her dancing in the door way clothed in a bright red negligee that looked more like a few cloth pinned together.

"You like?", Whitney asked, motioning to her new negligee.

Fox let out a chuckle then turned to Whitney. "Yeah, it's…wow I can't even find a word to describe it."

"Good.", Whitney told him, rubbing herself up against him.

"Whitney, not now.", Fox told her.

"Come on Fox. You act like you don't want me no more.", Whitney told him.

"I do Whit, it's just I'm-Whitney please not now.", Fox told her.

"Okay, I still love you, even though you hate me.", Whitney whined.

"Whitney, I don't hate…", Fox began, but she stormed out before he could a another word out.

"Oh God.", Fox sighed. Theresa was no doubt making love to Ethan at this very moment, but he couldn't force himself to lay one hand on his wife, not after what he'd found with her best friend Theresa. He hated himself, for what he was doing, he was going against everything he ever believed in. He never wanted to be like his father, he never wanted his kids to know that their mommy and daddy hated each and Candela had just told him earlier that she knew he and Whitney hated each other and then she went on to tell him it was all her fault. He remembered feeling the same way after witnessing a fight between his mother and father. The guilt for being born, the thought of how perfect everything would be if you hadn't existed, he had to find a way to rescue his kids from this. He had to find away to be with Theresa a hundred percent, but now he wasn't to sure if that was what Theresa wanted. She was in fact still sleeping with her husband.

Theresa lay there Ethan was asleep, she didn't know how the monster could be so content after what he'd done to her. He'd forced himself on her, she knew Fox was hurting, Ethan had practically laughed in his face. She had to find him and explain before, he started to hate her, getting up she quietly reached and grabbed her cell and called Fox, she had to talk to him and explain.

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"Hello?", Fox asked simply.

"Fox.", Theresa began.

"Theresa, where are you? I thought….", Fox began.

"Home, listen I haven't got but, a few minutes to talk, but listen. Don't think I don't love you because I do. Fox I love you more than anything, but, I need to break things up. It's for the best.", Theresa told him.

"Theresa, please you can't.", Fox told her.

"Where's Whit?", Theresa asked simply.

"Home I went for a walk to clear my head. Listen, can you meet me. Theresa, we need to talk, babe. I can't lose you.", Fox told her.

"Okay, I'm bringing Ethan Martin with me, okay. He can't sleep any how.", Theresa told him. "Where at?"

"The wharf.", Fox told her.

"Okay, thirty minutes sound okay to you?", Theresa asked.

"Fine.", Fox told her.

"Okay, see you.", Theresa told him, getting up from her bed quietly, being sure not to wake Ethan.

Quietly she walked in her son's room and gently shook the sleeping child.

"Ethan, get up, hurry okay. We need to get up right now.", Theresa whispered to her son.

"Mom, what's going on?", the little boy asked getting up from the bed.

"Shh! Just get dressed.. We're going to talk to Fox.", Theresa told him, still whispering, then turned and went back to her room to get dressed.

The little boy quickly, but quietly got up and threw on a red shirt and blue jeans and got his thin jacket and waited patently on his mother. Theresa came back to the living room quickly and jaunted down a letter to Ethan saying...

Ethan, Little Ethan was having trouble sleeping, so I took him for a walk, be home soon. - Theresa

Then she quickly walked out, being sure not to make a loud noise with the door.

"Mommy, are we taking the car?", Ethan Martin asked.

"No, we're walking honey. It's just a few blocks, besides the air will be good for you.", Theresa told him.

"Mommy…", Ethan Martin began.

"Huh?", Theresa asked.

"Are you going to Fox about what happened between Ethan and us tonight. That vomit burned my throat.", Ethan Martin told her.

"I know, but Fox can never know.", Theresa told him.

"Why? He can help us. Ethan's a monster.", Ethan Martin told her.

"It's not going to happen again, baby I swear he will not ever hurt you again.", Theresa vowed.

"Hey.", Fox exclaimed.

"Fox.", Ethan Martin exclaimed, running to his half and jumping in his arms.

"Hey, I thought you said the wharf?", Theresa asked, walking over to Fox and her son,

"Well, I deiced to meet you half way.", Fox told her.

"Oh, well then why don't we walk to the nearest stump or bench or something.", Theresa suggested.

"Okay.", Fox told her.

"Theresa?", Fox asked, he noticed the bruise on her face, and it angered him. "What happened?", he asked trying to mask his anger.

"I fell down the stairs earlier.", Theresa told him, she hated lying to him, but what other chose did she have. Ethan was her owner and Fox could not help her.

"You want to go get that X-rayed, it looks swollen.", Fox told her, running his hand gently over her bruised jaw.

"I'm fine, it was just a little stumble down the stairs.", Theresa told him, walking over to the bench and sitting down.

"Where's my wonderful older brother?", Fox asked, sarcastically.

"Home, hopefully he's dead.", Ethan Martin told him.

"Ethan Martin?", Theresa asked.

"What it's the truth.", Ethan Martin told her.

"Ethan?", Theresa asked.

"Fine, uphold, the son of a-..", Ethan Martin began, then walked off, feeling alone and abandoned.

Fox laughed. "Well, seems like your boy sure hates his wonderful step- daddy."

"Ethan's just mad right now.", Theresa lied, the truth was she didn't much blame him, Ethan had did the worst thing possible to the boy, but she had a feeling things were about to get worse.

"Okay, Theresa I needed to see you.", Fox told her, Theresa nodded.. "I can't lose you, you've got to stay with me. Theresa, I don't care how many men you have in your bed at night, all that matters is I'm one of them."

"Fox, it-it won't happen again. Last night-last night was well, I can't really explain it. Ethan wants a child.", Theresa told him.

"I suppose, Kayla died about a year ago.", Fox told her. "I guess he's had time to heal"

"Yeah.", Theresa replied. 'How, can he heal, he's the reason she died. He pushed me down those steps he killed my baby. Your baby. Our baby.'

"So, I guess we'll call it quits for now, that way they'll be no chance of it being mine?", Fox asked.

"No.", Theresa exclaimed.

"What?", Fox asked.

"Fox, listen, I don't want his baby. I want your baby, I want to have a child that's apart of you.", Theresa told him. 'And, this time I swear Ethan will not kill him or her, Fox I will have apart of you with me always, no matter what Ethan does.'

"Are you serious?", Fox asked.

"Yeah.", Theresa told him.

"Theresa, I can't give my baby away. It's as much mine as yours. And, I refuse to let that baby call my sorry son of a bitch of brother daddy.", Fox told her.

"Fox, that's just it, he won't I'll think of something out, but, right we need to get me pregnant with your child.", Theresa told him.

"Theresa…", Fox began.

"Please, Fox I need this. I want to have your child. I need this.", Theresa told him.

"Oh My God, how in the world will we pull it off? Theresa, how are you going to know 100% if it's my child?", Fox asked.

"Well, I'm on birth control now, so tonight, I know I didn't get pregnant.", Theresa told him.

"So?…", Fox asked.

"So, I'll just get pregnant tomorrow by you, the man I love.", Theresa told him.

"You've set down and thought this out haven't you?", Fox asked.

"Guilty.", Theresa told him.

"Okay, sounds good to me.", Fox told her. "But, Theresa, please don't take this child from me. Don't give him or her to Ethan. He's always took everything from me."

"I won't.", Theresa promised kissing his lips.

"Be careful.", Fox told her.

"Huh?", Theresa asked.

"My brother isn't going to be to pleased when all this goes down, so I'm telling you in advance be careful. Don't trust him Theresa. If he so much as lay one damn finger on you, you call me.", Fox told her.

Little Ethan walked back over to his mother and half brother, he wanted desperately to tell his brother what Ethan had done, but didn't his mother had told him not to.

"Mommy.", Ethan Martin asked.

"Yes, honey?", Theresa asked.

"Can, I move in with Fox and Whitney? ", Ethan Martin asked.

"Ethan, why are you asking that?", Theresa asked.

"Sure, you can move in anytime.", Fox told her.

"Fox?", Theresa asked.

"What, I can't help it if I'm more fun.", Fox told her.

"Fox, please, don't.", Theresa told him.

"Okay.", Fox told her. "Ethan, tell you what, you can come over and play with you nieces tomorrow when your mommy comes over to my place.", he told the boy, then winked at Theresa.

"Okay.", Ethan Martin exclaimed. "Can't wait."

"Okay.", Fox told him, while smiling at Theresa, who shot him a confused look.

A/N: Okay, I know it wasn't that good, but, the next chapter will be better.