A/N - Sorry for taking so long to update everyone. Been really busy starting school and everything and I hope I can get chapter three up soon. Keep reviewing please!

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Holiday Cards

Chapter Two - Late Arrivals

"Crap, I'm in trouble- Will, buddy, go wait in that toy store next door. I can tell you mom wants to talk to me," Lucas whispered almost under his breath. The tension coming from Sami was so thick; Lucas didn't want Will to be around when Sami exploded. Lucas watched Will walk out of the store, and Lucas could swear he heard Will mutter something about not making a scene in the store. Lucas turned back around to face Sami and prepared himself.

"Lucas Roberts, what do you think you're doing, taking our son to see KATE? Everyone knows that she's out to get me. It's just a matter of time before she will try to get Will against me. You know, I bet that you're part of her plan too, aren't you? You just pretend to be nice to me sometimes so that I will start to trust you again and then you'll try to take Will away from me! Well guess what Lucas: IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK! There's no way you are going to take Will away from me, not even if you want to flounce your rock hard chest or six pack around my apartment everyday!" Sami's face got so red that it matched her sweater. She had to steady herself by holding onto a chair.

Lucas, himself, had to bite back laughter after hearing Sami's outburst. She had not admitted one, but two things: 1) she said "our" son instead of just hers, and 2) she looked at his chest everyday. He knew saying these things would just aggravate her even more, but he couldn't resist- she was so cute when she got frustrated with him.

"So Sami, you like looking at my chest, eh?" Lucas asked her, with that famous grin of his. "Well, I don't come by your apartment every day, but if you really want, I could."

Sami looked at him for a moment, as if seriously contemplating it, but almost instantly, put her guard up again. "Oh shut up Lucas. You know what I mean. I would never look at you like that...I hate you. And I am pissed off on what you pulled tonight! I made this appointment for Will and I, and the one thing that I ask you to do, you screw up! Why couldn't have you just got him dressed and ready instead of taking him to see that bitch?" Sami smoothly said, getting back to the subject at hand.

"Don't call her that Scami," Lucas said, getting angry. "That's my mother and Will's grandmother. And for your information, I did get him dressed. We were waiting for you when Mom called. She is taking Cassie's death really hard and I thought that she would feel better if I brought Will by to see her. It wasn't until we were coming here that we realized that we were going to be late because of a traffic jam."

"Ha, your mom is taking Cassie's death hard? She hated Cassie up until a few days ago when everyone found out she was her daughter. I bet that if this happened a month ago, Kate would be almost as happy if it were me dead - and she barely knew the girl. Not that anyone would actually want to know her...man, and people thought I was unpleasant," Sami snorted.

"Hang on there Sami; she was your sister too. Are you saying that you don't care that Cassie is dead?" Lucas questioned, feeling more and more irritated by the second. "Figures you wouldn't care; you don't care about anything or anyone but yourself. No wonder both Austin and Brandumb left you!"

"Whatever Lucas, that's coming from a drunk who is so pathetic, his mom had to pay someone to marry him, and even then, it didn't work out! At least my parents didn't pay anyone to marry me!" Sami retorted back.

After that remark, a full fledged argument erupted. There was no stopping them now; unfortunately Mona did not know that. She was quite taken back when both adults told her to back off when she tried to intervene. She was only trying to tell them that the store was closing in five minutes. 'Oh well, it's their loss,' she thought.

"Mom, Dad! What are you doing? I could hear you from the next store!"

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