"One night stand! Paul, where have you been all these years!" She said a bit jokingly, pretending to be mad.

Where the heck am I?

"Look, lady, I don't know who you are or what I am doing here. Let's just forget that something happened okay?"

"Are you okay?" what's wrong with this woman! She keeps asking me that "Are you okay?" Do I look like I am bloody okay? Jeez!

"Mom, what's wrong!" A little girl's voice said, while yawning. I looked back, she was a cute little tyke, blonde and curly hair, she had glasses too. Looks like a little Einstein.

"Nothing's wrong hun." The woman said.

"Okay, Merry Christmas mom." "You too sweetie" she kissed the top of her head.

Wait, mom? She is the little tyke's mom! Ohhhohoh…. Miss 1 night stand isn't so innocent at all….

3rd person POV/ Author's POV

Paul was still scheming when little arms came to hug his legs.

"Good Morning Dad! Merry Christmas!"

"Dad! What Dad? I'm not your dad!" Paul screamed squirming away from the little kid.

The kid just laughed. "Don't be silly dad." She said.

Paul looked at the woman in front of her, as if saying "help here?" mentally.

The woman understood. "Sweetie, why don't you wake Jake up? And the two of you head on to breakfast?"

"Okay mommy" the little kid said all sweetly, she was rubbing her eyes. She was about to go out of the room when she turned to look at Paul,

"Dad…" she whispered. And Paul went all rigid. The kid just ran downstairs, out of view.

Paul turned to look at the woman, who at that time was looking at Paul clearly troubled.

"Listen, umm, well… Paul,"

"That's Sir Slater to you" Paul cut off in all his shining glory.

The woman was hurt of course, You wake up one morning and find out your husband forgot you and is currently calling you "woman"…. You try that, I'll be waiting here.

(AFTER A FEW HOURS….. I told you so, and imagine your husband telling you that all these years it was just a 1 night stand!... See? Hah)

On with the story…..

"Right… umm sir Slater, Why don't you take a seat, and I'll call the doctor. Do you want a glass of water?" The woman asked him.

"A glass of water would be nice." Paul said. In the surface, he looked like he was fine… Not! Under that façade was he planning his escape from this "Mad House" as he calls it.

"Umm, okay sure... Sir, umm, wait here." And the woman was off like she was in a marathon or something. Once the woman's foot steps were out of Paul's earshot, He made a run for his life, not minding where he was going, which was very convenient because, he's just running around in circles in the bed room then a crazy thought occurred to him. He grabbed what looked like car keys from the dresser then took a random coat, not caring who owns it by the way. Then cast a wild eyed look at the door where the woman went out, from his jumping position at the window.

"1, 2, 3…. Jump!" he thought plus the action at the end part of course.

He landed on top of a snow man and incidentally, the nose of the snow man which was an evil looking carrot, umm, was plunged? Inside the umm… the "Black hole".

Yeah… that hole behind you the one in between those big cheeks….. umm yeah. Made my point, moving on.

Paul's eyes went as wide as the eyes of the duck I once stuck the butt with my number two pencil. A pretty lovely sight right? Hey, stop looking at me like that! What? The butt was wriggling insanely okay! It was just dying to be umm,poked!

(readers: eyes twitching in disgust. "okay…….")

Paul scrambled to the car holding his ass and at the same time was cursing the innocent snow man who just got his nose… severed. (Lucky thing. (Laughs maniacally) Oh, don't mind me)

The "Woman's" POV

"Sir, Slater?.." I knocked on the door a few more times.

"Okay… weird." No one answered. I heard a deep grunt and a crash after a few seconds a colorful swearing.

Okay… that's it.

I rushed to the window and saw him down stairs rushing to our car.

"Paul!" I screamed at him.

He looked at me then said something colorful under his breath, he started running very fast. I ran downstairs then started chasing him but he was already in his car.

He started the car.

I ran.

He rolled up the windows.

I began hitting the windows.

"Paul, Paul… where are you--- Paul!" I screamed.

He went off without a single glance at me, us.

Jake and Tin were now at the door step. Jake started running too. But he didn't get that far.

What happened to Paul? Why this Christmas?

Why the heck is the floor so cold?

(author: Because you're not wearing any shoes on ,hun)
Oh… no shoes, figures.

Oh shit. Jake and tin are here what do I say?

"kids, it's freezing out here! Let's all go in." I ushered them inside the house.

"Mom, is dad going to come back?"

"Mom, does dad still love us?"

"Honey, Dad just had a little trouble with… umm.. Let's just eat breakfast."

Paul's POV

I am going straight home. None of this happened none.

Blah!

Author's POV again…

Paul drove back to his house. When he came, a pleasant old woman told him that she lives there. I wont go into detail or anything here, you know Paul, he doesn't give up but seeing the old lady there and listening to her story, he had no choice.

He called one of his friends, James.

But… He didn't recognize him.

Weird, Paul thought.

HE spent his whole morning until evening searching for clues. Even his own company didn't recognize him. The guard didn't notice him too. It was a different guard though, not Mister Brown.

It was December 24th. All he remembers is that it was the night of December 24th when he got bumped by a car and that as he called it was "A rude awakening". You tell me, buster. What puzzled him the most is ,that. He remembered it was the night of 24 but when he woke up, it was only 24's morning shouldn't it be 25 by now?

The hours went and Passed, Paul got hungry and cold. Him not having anywhere else to stay, he decided to go back to the "Mad House".

U-huh Paul, word of advice: I don't think any one will be accepting you there, especially if you call it a mad house.

BUT… The house's door was wide open. Paul parked the car in front ot the house. He crossed the street then went to peek in the door. He saw no one inside, just the christmas tree with the christmas lights fading and returning, making it look sad despite all the garnishings. (I made it sound like the christmas tree was a Taco! speaking of that... yum)

He looked around. HE saw different pictures... mostly of the two kids hanging in the walls of the living room, some were in picture frames in the different little tables. The little einstein and another kid with brown hair who looked like Paul himself only the little boy had green eyes, "very much like their mother" Paul thought it was enough to make him sure that the little boy was really the son of the woman who "appeared/seemed" to be his wife. Paul looked around some more he was startled to see himself only... he was younger, more like 17. He was now 23. In that picture he was with a beautiful young girl who had the most beautiful sparkling green eyes he ever saw.

"Wow, emeralds" Paul mused as he traced the face of the young girl. and her hair was Black, in the lighting, Paul couldnt figure it out, it was curly resting on her shoulders and behind her some curly hair bounced around. "It must have been layered" Paul mused again. because the hair of the girl was short in front and at the back they were long.

The picture looked like it was taken in a classy hotel. The girl was wearing a black elegant gown with sparkly green. "just like her eyes." Paul thought again. The gown looked like it was worth a million bucks and plus the girl wearing it... it might have reached about I dunno? a trillion? Paul looked at it very surely because it really was him. But he didnt remember any event like that and a girl like that... If he knew... How could he have forgotten. right Paul?

Paul's POV

I dont know anyone who looked as beautiful as her if i did, I was bound to remember shouldnt I? And I never attended any Balls or anything of that sort, I was home schooled.

And I even had my arms wrapped around her waist, she had her arms around my shoulder. It looked very... unbearably sweet. "And so is she... HOt and Sweet" I mused again. I set it back, too freaked out.

I looked at the other pictures, it was mostly kids, kids , kids and even more kids... What the hell? Is this an orphanage? All sorts of kids and most of them were pictures of me... Me with the kids. In every picture there was a minimum of 5 kids sharing a picture of me. And there was a great big picture... In a silver frame. It was me and the two kids. It was the little einstein's birthday, I think the 3rd one. We were all singing, me and the woman I woke up with and the brown haired boy while little einstein was blowing the candles. We looked like one big happy family. Like that was going to happen!

I poked around a few more minutes then went to the fireplace. The fire was lit. I bent down then warmed my self. above it were five stockings. One was named Jake, another was Tin then two were blank, no names, the last one had dog paws all over it then had the name"MAX" below it was "may he rest in peace"

"Hmmm" I rubbed my chin. I may look like I was thingking but I really wasn't, It's just a habit.

I was about to sit on the couch when...

"Ouch" said the couch (A/N it rhymes)

Oh my Gosh, dont tell me the couch was alive.

It moved!

Oh...

Someone was sleeping. It was the woman, she had thick black framed reading glasses on. and in her hands was a cordless phone and on the other one was a phone directory. She stirred and faced me, still asleep.

Yup, authors POV again!

Of course, Paul being the man he is, took the glasses off of the woman's face then slowly un tangled the directory from her grasp, slowly but surely then he managed to do so. When he did, the woman's other arm shot up then fell limp just above Paul's feet. then she dropped the wireless cord. On Paul's feet.Reflex actions, not intentional.

"F-uck" He said but covered his mouth at once, trying hard not to wake anyone up. He looked down.The woman was still asleep.

Forgetting about the pain earlier, he traced the features of the woman with the back of his hands. It felt as smooth asEgyptian cotton.The woman stirred again. Paul jerked his hand away as is it were on fire. But kept looking down at the woman.
The woman's eyes slowly opened. then widened.

"Paul, I-I mean Sir Slater... you're back! we were about to have a search party after you." she said then stood up,still sleepy.

"So... Umm..." paul startedstuttering. "this is going to be awkward." Paul thought and I say: how right you are!