As everyone knows… I don't own Passions.. if I did… the storyline would be a lot better. Also this chapter will contain some language. I want to thank everyone for their reviews and keep them coming. I enjoy them.

Chapter 2

Crane Mansion

Fox was sitting in Little Ethan's room, watching the little boy draw with some crayons and markers. Fox wasn't allowed to watch for too long before little Ethan asked him to draw with him. He could hardly ever refuse him or his mother. Worry crossed his features as he thought about Theresa. He wanted to kill Rebecca, Gwen and Ethan for what they did to her. They took the life out of her when they took Little Ethan away, a part of her soul it seemed she never get back.

"Uncle Fox"

Fox was pulled away from his thoughts as he looked at the little boy.

"Yes Little E"

"How's my mommy?"

Fox didn't know what to say. Should he tell the little boy the truth or should he lie to him and tell him she's fine? He looked into the little boy's eyes, knowing he couldn't lie to him.

"She's a little sick right now, but she misses you very much. There's not a day goes by that she doesn't wish she could be here with you."

"What's wrong with mommy? Will she be ok?" Little Ethan asking quietly, looking at his hands.

"Well, her heart is broken right now."

"Why is it broken?"

"Because some mean people broke it."

"Why?"

"Because they don't like your mommy and they blame her for something she didn't really do."

"How could they not like mommy? She's nice and pretty, and she smells really good and she sings me songs when I can't fall asleep or have bad dreams, and she plays with me, and she…" little boy started to tear up as he remembered his mother and all the things she did with him.

He threw himself into Fox's arms and started to cry.

"I miss my mommy! I want my mommy! I don't like this place! Take me to my mommy! I want my mommy NOW!"

He sobbed into Fox's shirt. Fox held the little boy tightly, silently cursing Gwen, Rebecca, and Ethan for what they were doing to this boy for keeping him away from his mother, Theresa. An idea popped into his head. Why didn't I think of this before? I'll sneak Little Ethan out of here and take him to Theresa then bring him back. Fox, man you're a genius. He stood up with Little Ethan's in his arms, grabbed a tissue and sat on the little boy's bed as his tears started to subside. He pulled away from the boy a little and started to wipe the tears away from his eyes.

"Little E, how would you like to see your mommy" he whispered to the little boy. Little Ethan looked up at Fox.

"See mommy?"

"Yes, see your mommy."

"Right now?"

"After lunch, then we'll see your mommy, but it'll be our little secret. Ok?"

"Ok. Can I bring my pictures with me to show mommy?"

"Of course. She'd love to see them, especially if you drew them. Think I should bring mine too?"

"Yea, you're a good drawer."

"Thanks, Little E"

"You welcome, Uncle Fox. Can we have lunch up here?"

"I don't see why not. How about you draw more pictures for your mommy and I'll go get some lunch for us?"

"Ok." Little Ethan hugged Fox and headed back to his table to draw more pictures for his mother. Fox stood up and walked out of Little Ethan's room. While thinking about Little Ethan and Theresa, he ran right into Ethan.

"Hey Fox."

"Ethan." Fox replied icily, glaring at his half-brother. If looks could kill, Ethan would be six feet under. Fox blamed Ethan for this whole mishap. If Ethan could control his evil wife and mother-in-law, then Theresa would have her son in her arms and those two could have adopted a child that didn't have any parents.

"How is he? I heard him crying from downstairs and I came to see what was wrong."

"How do you think he is? He misses his mother. Did you think he'd take this whole situation lightly? Did you think he'd understand why he couldn't be with his mother? Did you think Ethan or were you too busy trying to keep that evil bitch of a wife happy?"

"Don't talk about my wife like that?"

"You're right. She's an evil heartless bitch, just like her mother."

"Fox…"

"Don't you dare try to rationalize taking Little Ethan away from Theresa, taking that child from his mother was one of the worst things I've ever seen in my life, but you want to know what tops that?"

Ethan sighs. "What?"

"Looking at Theresa, hearing her cry out for her son and knowing that everyday without him is hell on earth for her, when she doesn't deserve it. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go get Little E and me some lunch, then taking him to the park to get his mind off of it." Fox moved past Ethan, until Ethan grabbed his arm.

"What now Ethan?"

"How is Theresa?"

"Why do you care?"

"Just tell me…"

"You know how Theresa always has this sort of light in her eyes and when you looked in them you could see her soul and emotions."

"Yea"

"Well, It's gone and the only thing you see now is emptiness and I'm afraid that one day I'll visit her and I'll find her dead, more dead then she already is. Excuse me." Fox pulled his arm out of Ethan's grasp and headed to the kitchen, trying to shake thoughts of Theresa's condition out of his head.