Hey guys, long time no update, and I apologize for that.
I'm sure you've all been waiting patiently and impatiently for this piece of work, and I'll tell you that it was worth it (even though I had this chapter finished when I updated last time (it was on Conky my other computer who runs incredibly slow, so it took me an hour to get him to send an email to myself containing this story so I could put it up).

Who's Your Daddy?

Chapter 6

Family Feud: Bite Your Tongue

Jack's eyes bore into hers, the skin on his forehead lightly glistening with a layer of sweat. His jaw was clenched and locked, as his teeth grinded against each other. Lyndan took a step back from his father, sensing the extremity in his anger, while Ainslie fidgeted until Jack put her down, then took the chance to waddle unevenly to her big brother.

"I think I'd better go," Leo announced quietly as he stood up from the chair at the kitchen table. The way Jack's fists were clenched making him hesitant, but he was sure it was for the best.

Quickly and quietly he walked past Jack's glaring eyes and the puzzled stares of the kids. Kate knew Jack wouldn't physically or verbally attack Leo, because he was a stranger, Jack would have his way out with her, which she knew was coming her way as soon as their front door shut.

"Jack…"

"What the hell was that?" he asked angrily, the fury in his voice making Lyndan and Ainslie jump back, neither had ever seen him this choleric.

"It's not what you think," Kate told him as she stood defensively from the table, "That was Leo."

"Kate, I don't care who it was, you were kissing him, in our home, at the table we have supper at every night," he yelled as he struggled to remove the safety gate from the stairs. With a snap it broke loose and he hurled it irately across the room, "For Christ's sake Kate, you're pregnant with our child."

"So now it's our child?" she questioned bitterly, "Before it was just one of my many mistakes that screws up your life even more."

"And you making out with some guy in our kitchen isn't a mistake that's going to screw up my life even more?" Jack asked sarcastically as he folded his arms.

"It was a kiss Jack, one measly, harmless kiss. I used to be married to the man for God's sake," she yelled throwing her hands up in the air, "It didn't mean anything!"

"Well then, should I call up Sarah?" he asked cynically. Kate shook her head at him not wishing to even get into that topic, "This baby isn't even mine, that's why you're starting to show already. Is that why you didn't tell me?"

Ainslie and Lyndan sat in the front room, huddled against each other, trying to block out their parent's harsh, angry words. Neither of them comprehending the situation or the outcome. Lyndan kept whispering that it was just another fight as Ainslie clutched her polar bear.

"Stop it," Kate informed as she turned away from him.

"No Kate," he declared, "I was an idiot when I trusted you."

"Oh, and why is that?" Kate questioned tartly. Her patience was now wearing thin. She expected Jack to be angered with her, but he was taking this far out of proportion, like she did this every week.

"I know what you had to do for Anthony," he reminded in a low, grim voice.

Kate's body stopped moving, her chest stopped breathing and her mind stopped thinking. Her eyes grew wide and glassy with tears as her bottom lip trembled, "You bastard," she whispered.

"Don't think for a second that I'm going to pity you Kate," he told her, obviously having no regret over the harsh words he'd spoken, "I've fallen victim to that crime far to many times."

"You bastard," she repeated shaking her head in disgust as a tear slid down her face. Without another word she turned and began climbing the stairs towards their bedroom.

"What are you going?" Jack asked angrily as he followed her.

"I'm packing," she informed, her voice had gone cold, almost dead. The only relevant emotion was hurt expressed in tiny sobs and single tears.

"Packing?" Jack asked with a scoff and a dry laugh as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, watching Kate shove most of her clothes into a single duffel bag, "And where exactly are you going to go?"

"Away from here," she disclosed, "from you," she added with as much harshness as her broken heart could muster.

"Kate," Jack began believing that this was just an over dramatized production in order to get him to forgive her. He sighed, "Let's just go sit down and talk about this, okay?"

"No," Kate told him as she zipped shut the bag. She looked up at him and realization set in. She shook her head in dismay; "You weren't there Jack. Did you have to deal with the look in his eyes, or the claustrophobic room, or being paraded around like a show horse, or your own sister's hatred? You don't get it, and you never will until you stop taking this lightly and using it against me!" she yelled as she pushed pass him, quickly descending the stairs.

"Would Leo understand?" He posed irately.

"Leo was the one who got me out of there," she reminded as she strode into the living room where Lyndan and Ainslie still sat perfectly idle, only the small motion of their inhalations moving their tiny bodies. She set the bag down on the ground and leaned over, placing a kiss on each of their heads, "Mommy's going to go out, but I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't leave Mommy," Lyndan begged as he grabbed her forearms, "I don't wanna end up like Aaron's family, I wanna stay with you and Daddy and Ainslie."

"I'm sorry, Baby," Kate replied and kissed him on the head again, then ran a hand over his dark hair, "I promise I'll see you tomorrow."

As she pulled away Jack moved over and picked Ainslie up. Lyndan watched helplessly as his mom tied her shoes, and tried his best not to cry, he was strong and strong boys didn't cry.

Ainslie began wriggling around in Jack's arms furiously, whimpering and whining with protest, "Ainslie," he told her sternly, "Stop."

She let out a large squeal, pushing Jack away and swinging her polar bear at him until he placed her on the floor. She abandoned the toy on the ground and as quickly as she could, she reached for the strap of the diaper bag that accompanied her everywhere and began dragging it over to Kate.

"You're not going," Jack informed strictly as he gripped her shoulders harshly and pulled her away from the bag. Letting out another protest, she wrenched her tiny arms from the grip Jack had on them and began to pull the bag to Kate again.

"You're not going!" he told her his voice low, but booming. Lyndan took a step backwards and a small gulp, in four years of button-pushing, Jack had never used a tone such as that, and Lyndan was beginning to fear the tone Jack was using with his sister.

"Jack, leave her alone," Kate told him as she picked up the diaper bag along with her duffle bag, "She's not the one you're angry at, she's you little girl."

Jack glanced up to her, slowly releasing his grip on Ainslie's biceps and allowing the sixteen-month-old to run to her mother, "You can't take her Kate."

"Jack, when was the last time, besides bathing her last week, that you've done anything for her?" Kate questioned, "Have you changed her diaper in the last month? Cut up her food and help her eat? You haven't even tried."

Jack stood still and silent looking at his daughter whimpering softly as she buried her face into her mother's silken curls. He realized that what Kate had said, had been true. He never spent time with Ainslie, even when he was home from work, his time was aimed towards Lyndan who would be entering school and had to be taught how to act.

"I wanna stay here," Lyndan announced, "It's only fair."

Kate smiled at him as tears lit her eyes once again, "Alright Baby," she agreed and blew him a kiss, "I'll see you tomorrow." Hiking both bags up on her shoulder, and grabbing her purse, she opened the door and closed it, not bothering to take her keys from where they lie on the coffee table.

"Daddy go after her," Lyndan demanded pointing to the door he and Jack were both staring at, almost as if the distasteful silence would be washed from the apartment when Kate reentered.

Jack looked at the door mindlessly for a few moments longer, then shook his head, "No Lyndan," he disclosed, "Not this time."

"This is all your fault," he divulged angrily, his heart aching looking from the keys on the table to the polar bear on the floor, "If you didn't yell at her…"

"Mommy was kissing another man Lyndan," Jack yelled, not as enraged as before, but for his son to show him the proper respect, "That's a big no-no."

"It was Leo," Lyndan reminded, using the same excuse Kate had.

"Do you even know who Leo is?" Jack questioned glaring at his son.

"No," he replied quietly and almost seemed to shrink.

"Then don't talk about things you don't know about!" he yelled.

"I'm not the one you're mad at!" Lyndan cried as he pulled on his tiny sleeve to wipe his eyes.

Jack glanced at him a few seconds, then blinked. He was right, Jack was taking out what had happened on the only person who stayed by his side, "Hey," Jack comforted as he knelt down, placing a hand on Lyndan's shoulder, "You're right, and I'm sorry Buddy," he apologized.

"It's okay," Lyndan assured as he sniveled.

"No it's not, you mean a lot to me," Jack informed as he hugged his skinny child to his chest.

"I want Mommy and Ainslie to come home, Daddy," he whispered as he embraced Jack, "I want us to be a family still."

"We still are a family, it's just Mommy needed some away time. She'll be back soon with Ainslie, and then it'll be just like it was," he explained as he lifted his son off the ground.

"You promise?" He queried, his hazel eyes, torn and broken, his tiny face sullen with emotional abandonment.

"I promise," Jack replied as he kissed the top of his son's head.

I'm really sorry you guys, but I can't answer reviews because I have to go to hell…I mean work in like 10 minutes (whoopsies) So if there was any really important questions you wanted answered ask them again, and I will be sure to answer them once I put up the next chapter.
In other news, the order of completingness (I have the authority to make up words as I see fit) will be: my next chapter to "The Detour" or whatever the hell Crazy has chosen to name it today, then a toss up between the next and final chapter to 'The Locke Problem' or the next chapter to this.
And I saw The Foig and it was good until the ending. What a stupid ending. So the ending, like my work which I am really late for now, can blow my ass. Lol
And finally my birthday is coming up soon. I'm not saying when, but it'll be awesome, awesome to the max.
Ethan: I'll bring the party hats!
So until next time, stay gold Ponyboy….umm boys…umm people.

Next chapter: The three Kleos do the victory dance, because we finally get some sweet interactions.