Tory: I may have borrowed your review...I have to go back and reread it, lol. If I did, then I'll say so in the next chapter.

Note: There's no talking me out of it. There will only be 20 chapters. (In total. Not 20 more!) I really REALLY don't want to make it longer than that.

Suze's POV:

It wasn't until much later that night, after Lindsey had been put to bed in the nursery and Paul and I were lying in each others arms sweaty and aching after several passionate rounds of lovemaking, that it hit me.

Jesse knew about the break-in. Yet, I hadn't told him. He could have heard about it from Father Dom- had I told the old priest. But I hadn't. Paul and I had told no one about it. So how did he know?

Maybe Jesse had been watching over me that day, I thought as I heard Paul fall into a deep slumber. And he saw it. But then why wouldn't he burst in and save me? He's always sworn to protect me...

Somehow, I knew he didn't know about the break-in because he'd been there protecting me. None of it made sense, but I was fitting the pieces together. Their boss's name was Silva. Tears prickled at my eyes as I came to the harsh understanding.

The love of my life had ordered men to break in and possibly hurt us. Or kill us. Kill Paul, at least.

But why?

I rolled over and buried myself in Paul's chest. He woke slightly and grinned, pulling my naked form closer to his and holding me protectively. "Suze, are you crying?" Paul whispered, brushing away a stray tear.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. "What's the matter?" Paul asked, concern etched in his voice and across his features.

"Jesse..." I swallowed quickly, and then finished, "He's...back."

"Back?" Paul sat straight up like a fire had been lit under him. "He's back? I knew it, I knew he'd find a way to come back!"

"Paul, shh! You'll wake the baby!" I said, shushing him, still feeling horrible. "He's back. He hired those men for the break-in, and he came by this morning."

"Came by?"

"I woke up and he was standing in the doorway to our room."

"I see." Paul sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Suze, did he do anything? Hurt you?"

How ironic is it for Paul to be voicing the same words about Jesse that Jesse had always voiced about Paul? I smiled. "No, Paul. He didn't do a thing."

Paul hugged me and said, "We should probably get some sleep. There's nothing we can do about Ri-, De Silva, sorry- now."

I nodded and cuddled up to Paul again. I took a second to marvel at how well I fit in Paul's arms, like a perfect match, before falling asleep.

5 years later, Still Suze's POV:

"Mommy Mommy!" I peeled open my eyes to see my 3 year old son, Sean Corey, staring at me, his big blue eyes filled with tears. Paul had already left for work, since he had a court appointment at 9:30, being the high-power lawyer he'd become.

"Yes, sweetie?" I asked, sitting up and pulling him into my lap to soothe his tears. I'd only laid down for a moment since lately I've been feeling pretty lousy, and wanted to get a little more rest before facing the day.

"Lindsey scared me!"

"How did Lindsey scare you?" I brushed away a lock of his dark hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my 5 year old daughter come into the room, ready to defend herself.

"She says the Misty man is back!"

My poor baby boy. He had miraculously escaped both Paul and I's shifter or mediator abilities, while Lindsey had recieved both in full force. It seems the second since she's figured out that she sees spirits, she's tormented her little brother- who is easily scared- with it. The "Misty Man" is what Sean calls the one ghost he's ever seen- that of his grandfather, Peter Simon. I've told him (Sean, not my dad) time and time again that the misty man is a good spirit, but he won't listen.

"Lindsey!" I said in my best I'm-warning-you voice. "How many times have I told you not to mention ghosts to your little brother?"

"But Mommy!"

"Don't you 'but Mommy' me, missy." I said sternly. Her big green eyes- ones that she'd inherited from me- got very wide. "Stop scaring him. Now, both of you, go play downstairs. I'll be down in a minute."

I watched my babies rush out of the room, already squabbling about something. I smiled and followed them out, then busyied myself cleaning the living room and rec room.

"Can I go outside, Mommy?" Lindsey asked, watching me lug out the vaccuum.

"Yes, just stay in the backyard." We- well, Paul, with help from Brad and Jake- had put up an 8-foot high privacy fence around the yard, so it would be OK to let her go out and play on the swing set.

Around noon, thick dark clouds started forming. I called Lindsey in for lunch, and then after both her and Sean had been fed, made sure the windows were up and the doors were locked, just in case the winds blew them open. Paul came home around 2, just as a big clap of thunder hit.

"Looks like we're in for a big one, huh?" Paul said after kissing me when he came in.

"Daddy Daddy!" Sean and Lindsey said in identical shrieks, racing to him.

"Whoa! These can't be my munchkins! Their too big!" Paul said, laughing and kissing them both on the tops of their heads. "Suze, did you trade the kids in while I was at work?"

I feigned a guilty look, and laughed. We all settled into the living room while the rain poured down. At 8:30, I noticed the kids drift off, so Paul and I put them to bed. We sat down in the living room, cuddling and being all lovey-dovey. We went from lovey-dovey to rabbits-just-released-from-prison in a matter of minutes, and was about to move to our bedroom, when the doorbell rang.

"Suze, I'll get it, you go relax." Paul said, pushing me up the steps and away from the door when I tried to go get it.

"Fine, fine." I said. I made it to the landing, before I had to turn back around.

To see Jesse and Paul glaring at each other.

Well, this would certainly be interesting...

It's short, I know, and I'm very VERY sorry!!!