Dylan quietly watched Theresa she sat in their bedroom reading a book. He slightly titled his head so that he could see the title.
"The Notebook." He chucked to himself.
She humored him.
She made up for the lack of fairytale romance in their marriage by reading a book that was not based on the reality of a relationship.
Theresa quickly shut the book as she noticed his presence. "Can I help you?" she asked, immediately defending herself.
"Your mother told me you were a dreamer." Dylan simply stated as he sat down at the end of the bed.
Theresa straightened up and looked at him questionably. "Is there a point you're trying to make, Dylan?"
Dylan smirked at her outspokenness and continued to speak. "Well I have a question, if that is alright."
Theresa rolled her eyes and nodded.
"How does it feel to have dreamed of a relationship so perfect your whole life, and have it fail not once, but three times?"
"Three times?" she raised her eyebrow.
"Yes. First there was Ethan, Fox, and now your sham of a marriage to me." He replied.
"You have some nerve." She protested, refusing to acknowledge his question.
Dylan laughed. "As do you, my dear. You had the nerve to take advantage of my feelings for you by marrying me to get over Fox. Yes, some nerve you have."
"And you're the one with the nerve, who rubs in it my face everyday by making my life completely miserable!" she shot back.
"It was your choice to marry me. You could have said no. But you didn't, so why are you still here?"
"Why are you still here? When its obvious that I don't love you and you're sleeping around with Whitney." Theresa asked angrily.
"Same as you're sleeping around with Fox." He quickly replied.
Theresa opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the doorbell. She glared at Dylan and bounded out of the room.
"Fox." She said surprised as she opened the door.
"Fox." Dylan repeated, not so pleased. "I'm guessing you're here to see your lover, not your best friend."
Theresa rubbed her temple due to the migraine that was beginning to form. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Alexa," Fox began, ignoring Theresa and Dylan's quarrel, "is missing."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's missing?" Theresa repeated in disbelief.
"I-I left her with Whitney-" Fox stammered.
"Wait! You left her with Whitney?" Dylan questioned. "How could you trust our daughter with her?"
"First of all," Theresa interrupted as she turned to look at Dylan, "Alexa is not your daughter, and second, you trust Whitney with every part of your body, so what exactly are you trying to imply?"
Dylan stood flabbergasted at Theresa sudden outburst.
Seeing that he wasn't going to reply, Theresa turned back to Fox. "Have you called the police?" she asked calmly.
"Yes. Sam's looking for her now. I-I don't know who would take her." Fox said worriedly.
Theresa sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you sure someone took her, or maybe she ran off?"
"Theresa, there is no way Alexa could just run off without anyone seeing her."
"So what do you want me to do to help?" Theresa asked with her eyes closed.
"Stay here, wait for a phone call or something." Fox offered. "In the meanwhile, I'm going to go help search for her."
"No you won't." Dylan growled.
"Excuse me?" Fox asked as he angrily glared at Dylan.
"Alexa is my daughter, so I will look for her." Dylan continued.
"You have some nerve!" Theresa repeated from earlier.
"Look," Fox said angrily as he stared Dylan in the face, "I don't know what the hell is up your ass but you need to pull it out. I don't have time for your damn charades. My daughter is missing and I'm not going to waste my time on you when I could be looking for her!"
"For the record, Fox, legally I'm her father." Dylan grinned.
"For the record, Dylan," Fox whispered in his ear, "by the time this is over, not only will I legally be her father, but I'll have your wife too!"
Dylan hatefully stared Fox in the eyes. "She'll be in my bed tonight."
Fox quickly glanced at Theresa and turned back to look at him. "She may be in your bed, but she's got me here." He said as he pointed to his heart. "And no matter how hard you try to erase me from her, I'll always be here." He continued as he pointed to his head.
Theresa looked on, irritated that she couldn't hear the words that Fox and Dylan were saying to one another.
"Fox, are you going to the station or not?" she asked.
Fox continued to stare at Dylan and nodded. "Yeah, you should come with me."
"Well I'd like to if you'd stop staring Dylan down." Theresa muttered.
She shook her head in confusion and walked out the door.
Fox smiled and turned to walk after her. "Oh." He said as he turned around to stop. "When this is all over, I'll be sure to tell you how long it took for me to have Alexa and Theresa, because that's what a good record keeper does."
