((AN:I was twenty-five now with three sons, and another one on the way.First line in the sentence. She is 8 months pregnant!. I didn't know if it was too much, but I want Suze to have a big family…a wink wink!))

I really wanted to go see if my mom was okay, but I really thought that I needed to adjust to the present first. Paul's wife Lizzie was pretty. She had Brown hair and was shorter than him. She was from Garland Texas and had moved to Carmel when she met him at the Mission High School. Apparently she entered just as I left. There was no room for her when I was there, and when I went "missing" she went and met Paul. He got her pregnant then and they had no choice to but to get married. They were actually alike. Rich. Only Elizabeth Jane Slater, was that -grandpa-died-and-left-me-all-his-money-rich. Not like Paul, who was born rich. The daughter resembled Paul mostly. She was very beautiful.

Lizzie had gotten the boys bags of clothes. She didn't know what I liked so she bought me a load of clothes. The woman had taste and well she was very generous.

"I'll pay you back as soon as I can get some money." I said as I tried on the pair of maternity jeans the next morning after our arrival.

"Suze, don't worry, I know the problem at hand. I know you can't so don't worry about it. Plus, Mr. Slater over there won't allow it. You are his friend and that makes you mine. I mean, Paul has very good judgment, so he's most likely right when he says how good a friend you are." She said putting Alano in a diaper for me.

It struck me hard the way she said how good a friend I was. I mean, the last time I remembered, Paul tied me up and left me in the burning barn. Not that I minded. The only thing I lost was my memory, and I gained 3 kids (one on the way) and the man of my dreams was alive and prospering. The way I had only hoped in dreams. I was happy. Especially now that I was home.

"Good afternoon ladies" Paul came in the dining room while the boys and I were eating. Jesse was still in the room sleeping. And I didn't want to bother him. It was hard for him I can only imagine.

"Hey good-looking." Lizzie said and leaned over for a kiss.

"Hello Paul."

"Jeez Simon…Wait…it's de Silva now isn't it? Lets just call you Simon…Well, jeez Simon, no need to be so formal…We are in present time. A good 'hey good looking' is just fine." He said taking a bite of a biscuit.

"So, are these ones shifters' too?" Paul asked referring to my kids.

"I know that Paul can see ghost, but Dominick and Alano are too young to tell. What about Suzanne?" I asked right back.

"Yup yup, but I don't let her shift any where. Or at all in that matter. I would have gone back for you myself, but I couldn't risk brain damage. So we waited until Jake was old enough to go but he said you couldn't be found. Did you see him at all?"
"I don't want to get him in trouble. But I saw him. He told me that my Jesse had crossed over and I couldn't go back to a world where he didn't exist. Plus, what would have happened? Me and you?" I shook my head.

"How romantic." Lizzie said. "So where is this Jesse, he hardly spoke yesterday. Does he only know Spanish?"

"Nah…He needs to adapt to this lifestyle. I don't think we are going back there. It would be hard enough to have to say goodbye, and we don't even have a house there either." I felt my belly. The baby was moving.

"So what is it? A boy or a girl?" Lizzie said.

"Liz, think about it, they don't have that kind of a machine in the 18th century. We need to get her to a hospital though. She looks like she is going to pop sooner or later. Unless you are used to the home birthing option…" Paul trailed off.

'HELL NO! take me to hospital as soon as my water breaks. It is tough. With Paul I was scared. I thought it would be better with Dom and Alano, but no its not."

"oh and by the way, if you ever care again, the good priest is still alive. Being a mediator actually prolongs our life span. Gramps only died because he shifted too much. I wonder who he helped out if he did in that matter. But anyway, he's still a priest, but not the principal anymore. That's where Susie goes. Now."

"Paul, I want to see Father D. before I see anyone else. I miss my mom but Father D. is the one who needs the explaining first. He is after all like a grandpa to me."

"Sure thing Babe. Eat up and wake up Prince Charming. He might want to go." Paul said.

"um…I don't think so. Paul, my husband just traveled a whole mess of years to my home town.. I don't think he is ready for a car just yet."

"You are so right. But lets take these guys. They need oxygen please?" He said.

"Right, let me go tell Jesse real quick." I left the table and walked to the room where we stayed.

"Jesse," I called out, he was sitting in the bed like he was when I went into the room the night before.

"yes Querida?" He turned around and faced me.

"I need to go see someone that I knew before I left. He is dear to me and just like me. His name is Father Dominick. The guy I named our Dom after. I need to assure him that I am alive still. He needs to know that I'm home."

"You need my permission? Haga como usted desea.." And he turned around again. I left the room on a bad note and got all three boys and piled into the van and Paul drove us to the mission High school.

i know it might be short, but im doing the best i can! its a ghetto chapter, but im in a ghetto mood...! r and r and ill get the next one up as soon as i can.
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