A/N: I'm really sorry for the very long delay. But, I just got finish reading all of my stories over again and got this certain urge to update. Right now I'm mainly concentrating on this one and my Degrassi fanfic, Marco's Girl. So, read and review and I hope you all enjoy.
Theresa asked coldly, "Did you even go to school Rebecca?" Rebecca asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" Fox said as he stared at the little girl and boy," It means you can't count." Theresa said, "Thank you Fox. Rebecca, meet my eight year old son Ethan Martin and my four year old daughter….Jane Marie."
Chapter 3: Did you miss me?
"J-Jane?" stuttered Ethan who's attention was now on the little girl sitting on Pilar's lap drinking her juice and completely oblivious to the ciaos around her. He studied the young girl from head to toe and concluded that if not for her blue eyes, you wouldn't have known she was his daughter for she looked exactly like her mother…Theresa.
Hearing her name being called, Jane looked up, her eyes peering into that of her fathers. "Yes?" she asked simply. Yet her eyes were filled with curiosity. She was young yes, but not stupid. The man that had stuttered out her name only seconds ago had the same blue eyes as she…and her brother.
Theresa walked over and picked up Jane from her mothers lap. She said, in a child-like voice, "Sweetie, That's your daddy. Remember that picture mommy showed you?" The girl nodded her head yes, her blue orbs of innocence still burning with curiosity as she stared into Ethan's eyes. "Can he hold me mommy?" she asked nervously.
"Anytime you want him to Baby Girl." replied Theresa as she handed Jane over to Ethan. The bewildered father held Jane tightly, afraid she'd disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough. "I don't understand? I searched everywhere. I flew all over the world. How?" asked a very confused Ethan.
Theresa sat in between her mother and Little Ethan, placing her arm securely around him. "I'm heading over to luggage claim with Little Ethan after getting off of a very long flight from Chicago to Spain and imagine my surprise when I see Gwen coming from the east wing…I guess she was coming from Paris… carrying a baby in a pink blanket, my baby in the exact same blanket I wrapped her in before she was kidnapped." replied Theresa as her eyes burned into Gwen's with such animosity, that Gwen decided against replying.
Theresa continues, "With a laugh at how ironic the situation must have been, I walked calmly and out of sight over to a security guard. I show him a picture as I explain my story and together we came up with a brilliant plan. He found her luggage before she did and he went to the front desk and made and announce about lost baggage. She came trotting over with Jane and I went to call the cops. Little Ethan and I went outside and met the cops. Again, I told them my story and they waited outside while Gwen came strutting out with not a clue as to what was going on. Me and EM hid behind a column and watched as the security guard took Jane away from Gwen saying that he just wanted to hold her. The cops arrested Gwen and the Security Guard, Bill, handed me back my Baby Girl as the police car drove away. I laughed all night and cried myself to sleep as I lied down by Jane in the Hotel bed, Little Ethan on the other side of her."
Pilar stared at her daughter in amazement. "Mija, I'm so proud of you. But, why did you wait four years to come back here, back to Harmony?" Theresa answered, "Well, I was going to college part time in Chicago and then they decided to give me a full time scholarship to that fashion institute in Spain, El Amour de la Moda. To put it lightly, I was doing something with my life that would not only benefit me, but my kids and the rest of my family. I had a bust schedule, so it was hard to find time to call you all. Trust me, El Amour de la Moda was no easy ride to success. I know what you're thinking Ethan. You and I will talk later."
Fox replied impressed with the small tidbit on Theresa's life, "Pretty impressive Tiger. I was in Spain during my playboy boarding school days and I my self saw how hard that school was on the pretty young things there." Theresa rolled her eyes at Fox and replied, "Monkey. Leave it up to you to remember something like that only if it involved some blonde trying to get in your pants."
"Now Tiger, that's not true." pausing for affect, Fox stopped and then continued, "Cynthia was a red head." Theresa countered, "Maybe so, but she dyed her hair red after originally being a blonde. I believe you said she replied when you asked her why she changed her hair color," Theresa leaned over in her seat, letting a little cleavage show and said in a low, seductive voice, "Blondes are boring Foxy. They don't have any fire. I have fire, you ignited me baby and the only way I'm gonna be able to cool down is if you show me the lining of your blanket in that room where the real action takes place. Unless you want to be spontaneous and try something different."
Fox laughed haughtily and said, "You have a very good memory Tiger." Theresa sat back up and crossed her legs. "Thanks Monkey." Rebecca said, in her annoying high pitched voice, "Hate to interrupt your…whatever you two call it, but why does Tacosita being back mean that I have to be here. I believe that guard at the gate told me to meet him in ten minutes."
Theresa replied, pretending to be interested in the security guard, "Ooh, which one? Was it the tall muscular brunette or the blonde?" Rebecca being the airhead that she is answered, "Oh no. The big guy with the dark brown hair and the goatee. I already had the brunette and the blonde." Ivy replied dryly, "Rebecca, I don't think Theresa really cares about your sex-capades."
Rebecca sighed as if she knew she was the right one and said, "If the little taco doesn't care about my, ahem, boy toys then why would she ask?" Theresa laughed and replied, "Still the same oblivious airhead as before Becky." Rebecca grumbled under her breath and silenced herself.
"Daddy, can I go back to mommy now?" asked Jane, breaking the growing tension in the room. Ethan put Jane down and let her walk over to Theresa. He watched as the little girl climbed into her mothers arms and curl up unto a little ball. "She's tired. Julian, do you mind if I put her down in the nursery?" asked Theresa as she stroked Jane's dark brown hair which came to her mid back.
" Of course not. Little Ethan looks a little sleepy himself. Why don't you put him in his old room. Its still the same as you left it." replied Julian as he sat up at the first syllable of his name. Theresa replied, " Thank you. We had a very long, very terrible flight. Turbulence. Scared Little Ethan a bit. I was surprised Jane didn't cry, at least not as much as I had thought."
Theresa re-entered the living room moments after putting Jane down for a nap and making sure Little Ethan was okay. She stood in the entry way of the heavily decorated room, noting to herself to redecorate. She walked over to Alistair and stopped behind his chair. She placed her hands on the shoulders of the chair and said, "Now, down to the real business."
Fox said, "Uh-oh. What do you have planned Tiger. What trouble for all of us… or some of us, depending on their status on that list of yours…do you have brewing in that mind of yours?" Theresa looked down at Alistair and said, "Lets just say karma's a bitch and whoever crossed me and my own is fixing to reap what they have sown. Aren't I right Alistair?"
Not waiting for an answer, Theresa continued, "Hang on to your seat Big Daddy, cause you're the first one on my list and I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see just exactly what I have in store for you." Alistair laughed evilly, "You can keep on dreaming girl, you've got nothing on me." Theresa laughed, her laughter ringing around the room as evil as Alistair's, and replied, "I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you Al. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald Bozman is back in Harmony and she plans to stir things up. Did you miss me?"
A/N: the fashion institute mentioned does NOT exist. El Amour de la Moda simply means love of fashion. There's the third chapter and I'm hoping it was super excellent to make up for the too long space in between the updates. I admit that I found myself laughing at my maybe brilliant talent that poured into this chapter. With my writers block currently on vacation, I'll be able to update as soon as possible. Crosses fingers don't forget to R&R.