A/N: Whew! I'm glad you all seemed to be okay with the last chapter and the speed bump our girls are experiencing. A guest reviewer called it right when they said it couldn't be easy coming up with some sort of conflict between them. It was hard. I wanted to make it realistic but nothing extreme like one of them cheating. That's just something I don't see either of them doing because of the pain they experienced in the past. So, thanks for reading, following and reviewing! It's very much appreciated. This chapter picks up where the last one left off. Hope you enjoy this update!

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Bianca glanced around the room. That's when she saw Greenlee who was there with Ryan and Emma. They shared a friendly nod to acknowledge each other's presence. Bianca couldn't help but wonder if Greenlee's being there was merely a coincidence or something else.

/

Marissa chuckled at Kendall's overly dramatic sigh. "You can come in on one condition."

"What is it?" Kendall eyed the redhead suspiciously.

"You have to help me with AJ's and Miranda's projects for school."

"You've got a deal, Red!"

Marissa held the door open wide. "Then come on in. Dinner is ready."

/

Earlier that day at Krystal's

Kendall and Greenlee watched as Krystal realized what she'd said and done. Without meaning to, Krystal had hurt Marissa, and she knew it.

"I really screwed up. I just totally ignored her feelings like they didn't matter. And I mentioned Babe. Why do I keep doing this? What do I do to fix this?"

Greenlee shook her head. "I'm not really sure what to tell you."

"Krystal, I think right now, the best thing you can do is to give Marissa some space, some time to cool down. Once she's had that chance, then you can talk to her, but only when she's ready. I know her. I'm pretty sure she'll forgive you. She has a great capacity for forgiveness. Marissa's a lot like Bianca in that respect. You need to be patient though." Kendall advised.

"Thank you, both of you. I think I'll take your advice. Let me go check on your orders."

The pair watched Krystal walk away with both feeling they dodged a bullet.

"I'm glad you were able to stop Krystal from going after Marissa."

"You and me both. Red does not need to deal with her right now. There's something going on between her and Bianca."

"Yeah, I noticed. It was kind of hard not to. It got a little tense with them snapping at each other like they were. What do you think was behind it?"

"I'd say a number of things. Red does have the extra hormones going on right now, but you didn't hear me say that."

"Hear you say what?" Greenlee grinned.

"Exactly. She's been working a lot on Sam's case and doesn't want to let anyone down. That has to add some stress to her. Plus, Bianca has been hovering a bit. I can completely understand why, but …"

"Yeah, that can get on your nerves after a while. I do remember that. So, you've got the working thing striking a sour note with Bianca because of whatsherface, and the feeling of not having any control or thoughts of your own that are of any worth reminding Marissa of dipshit. That's a recipe for one hell of a fight."

"Pretty much."

"We should check on them, make sure they're alright."

"We really should. They are family after all, and it's the right thing to do. They would do the same thing for us. They have done the same thing for us.'

"True, very true. We probably should let them both cool down a little before we do that though, kind of like the advice you gave Krystal."

"I suppose, but I feel our situation is different. We wouldn't be doing anything out of guilt. We would be doing it to help them."

"You do make a pretty compelling argument."

"Well, my mother is Erica Kane, and we both know she can justify anything. Plus, my sister-in-law is a kickass lawyer. You pick things up over time."

"So, we're going to butt in and talk to them." It wasn't a question, just merely a statement of fact.

"I wouldn't call it butting in. We're merely showing our concern for them in a highly constructive way."

Greenlee raised an eyebrow, not buying what her friend was selling for a single moment.

Kendall knew that look all too well. She'd given her own rendition of that look to Greenlee many times. The taller woman simply shrugged. "Yeah, of course we're going to butt in."

"Good, that's what I thought. I really don't like it when they fight. They've both been through so much and deserve to be happy. They have that with each other. You know how much Ryan and I fight. I look at them, and they give me hope that we'll be able to work things out. They give me something to aspire to in my own relationship."

Kendall knew all too well about the fights Greenlee alluded to. She worried about her friend and Ryan sometimes and wished they were more stable. A lot of the issues between them had to deal with Annie. Ryan's ex-wife was still in Oak Haven and probably would be for quite some time. In Greenlee's mind, she deserved to be there not only for trying to kill Marissa but also for kidnapping Emma. Ryan didn't disagree with that. The problem was Emma. She had a hard time understanding all of it which made it hard on Ryan and in turn on Greenlee and caused conflicts between the couple. She hoped the fact that they were starting to see a marriage counselor would help them. Kendall sensed her friend needed a break in the tension that had crept in so she gave it to her. "If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you were going soft on me."

Greenlee rolled her eyes in attempt to feign annoyance that wasn't really there. She was grateful that Kendall knew her so well. "Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. If you tell anybody, I'll deny it to the bitter end. Besides, you're not as tough as you claim to be."

"Alright. I won't say anything if you don't."

"Deal. So, I'll take Marissa and you take your sister?"

"Actually, I think we need to switch it up this time. You take Binx, and I'll take Red."

"I like it. From what they were saying earlier, Bianca will be here later. I'll tell Ryan we need to come here for dinner. He'll be good with that if I give him a little heads up on the why. He loves Bianca."

"Sounds good. Since Bianca will be here, we know that Marissa will be home. I'll explain to Zach what's going on and go talk to her. It will give him and the boys some male bonding time. When you get an idea of what's going on with Bianca, text me. I'll do the same with Marissa."

Greenlee nodded. "We can compare notes that way. I have another idea that could help them some if you're up for it."

Kendall smiled. "I've seen that look in your eyes before. What do you got up your sleeve?"

/

Greenlee whispered to Ryan who nodded in reply before she headed over to Bianca's table.

"Hi, Bianca. How are you doing?"

Bianca glanced up from her notes. "Hi, Greenlee. I … I was going to say I'm fine, but that would be a lie because I'm not, not by a longshot. I'll just say that I've been better."

"I'm sorry to hear that, honestly. Is there anything I can do? I am a pretty good listener."

"Thanks, but I don't have the time. I'm meeting someone here in just a minute."

"Oh, the girl from your class, right?"

"Yeah, her name is Brittney. We're working on an assignment together." Bianca's phone buzzed signaling an incoming text. The brunette read the message and tapped out a quick reply. "Speak of the devil. That was her. It looks like she's running a few minutes late."

"Well now, that give us time to talk. What's going on between you and Marissa?"

"You're being here isn't a coincidence, is it? Did Marissa put you up to this, ask you to spy on me?"

Greenlee was a little taken aback by that question. "Of course not. I haven't heard from her since she left here earlier. Do you honestly believe Marissa would ask me, or anyone else for that matter, to do something like that?"

Bianca sighed heavily. She knew the answer. The question was just a knee-jerk reaction and her being defensive. "No, no, she wouldn't."

"What's going on, Bianca?"

"Honestly, Greenlee, I'm not sure. We had a fight when we got home. We've fought before but not like this. Some of things I said were pretty awful. I just couldn't help myself. Of course, she got in some shots of her own. It felt like she was implying that I was acting like JR."

"Ouch. I know damn well and so do you that she doesn't think you're like him."

"You're right. I do know that. In that moment though, it kind of felt like it."

Greenlee could tell there was something Bianca wasn't saying. "What?"

"Marissa thought I was implying that she was like Reese."

"Damn, when you two fight, neither of you pull any punches."

"That's what she thought I was saying, but I don't see her like that. I know she's not like Reese."

"Why would she think you thought that?"

"She's been working a lot lately, and I brought up that fact."

"Wow. So, why do you think she thought you were like Dipshit?"

"Because of what Krystal said about …"

"The servers asking you what she could have to drink." Greenlee just shook her head. "I can see where that would set her off."

Bianca held up a hand. "Before you ask, yes, Krystal did tell me that she wanted to do something like that, but I didn't agree with her. I also didn't try very hard to stop her. Marissa figured that last part out."

"Oh, Bianca."

"I know. I know. I could kick myself for that. It doesn't help that she thinks that I've been hovering too much and treating her like she's fragile and doesn't know what she's doing when it comes to taking care of herself or the baby." Bianca saw the look on Greenlee's face. "Judging by your expression, you agree with her, don't you?"

"A little. I know you're coming at it from love and concern, but sometimes, it can be a little much. You have to remember that Marissa is a strong and independent woman. JR tried to manipulate her every way possible, and it was all to get what he wanted. As a result of that, I'm sure she's very sensitive about it. I also know, however, and I know I'm repeating myself here, that she doesn't see you as being the same as him."

Bianca remembered the conversation she'd had with Brian not long ago. He had given her good advice which she had completely forgotten about due to fears of something happening to her wife and their unborn child. "Wow, I really screwed up. It's just that I don't want anything to happen to her or our baby and that means she has to take care of herself. And she has been getting wrapped up at work a lot lately."

"On anything in particular?"

"She's been putting a lot of time in on Sam's case."

"Weren't you the one who kind of introduced her to Sam and asked her to help?"

"Yes. I did. I know. I know. Trust me. I know. That's pretty much exactly what Marissa said. I did ask her to help Sam, but she can't do it all. She has people to help her, and she needs to let them, to use them. I know it's hard for her, but that's what she needs to do."

"You're right. She does."

Bianca rolled her eyes about what Greenlee wasn't saying. "I should've found a much better way to say that to her though. It's just hard right now. Her hormones are kind of all over the place right now. Can you believe that she thinks that Brittney, someone 10 years younger than me, would be interested in me? There's no way that's possible. I know the hormones are behind all of that."

"You know, I honestly can't say. I've never met this Brittney."

"Well trust me, it's not possible and utterly ridiculous."

"I don't think it could be all that ridiculous. I'm going to be completely honest with you. You're a beautiful woman. You're also smart, kind, funny and filthy rich. Um, the last time I checked, that's a lethal combination. It would be hard for someone looking not to be interested in someone with all of those qualities, to not be interested in you."

Bianca was at a loss for words. Yes, her relationship with Greenlee was a vast improvement over it had been just a few years ago. They were friends now and would help the other out whenever it was needed, but they weren't really too touchy feely. That just wasn't the nature of their relationship. Greenlee's words just blew her away and touched her deeply. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Of course if you repeat any of what I just said to anyone, I'll deny it."

"I'd expect no less." Bianca smirked before turning serious. "You know what I think bothered her the most about today?"

"What?"

"The other thing Krystal said."

"About Babe?"

"Yeah, I know she was really upset by that, but I didn't get the chance to talk with her about it because we were fighting about everything else."

"You're right. I could tell that bothered her. You really need …"

"Hi, Bianca. Sorry I'm late." A young bubbly, brunette with short curly hair suddenly appeared and turned to Greenlee. "Hi, I'm Brittney."

/

"Aunt K!" Gabby shouted as she rushed to greet her aunt.

Kendall scooped up her niece. "Gabster! How are you?"

"Pretty good. I've got a new joke!"

Marissa smiled. "Aunt Kendall is going to have dinner with us. Would you help set a place for her while I get your brother and sister? You can tell her your joke while you're doing that. It's a good one, Kendall."

"Okay, Mommy. Come on, Aunt K." After Kendall had set her down, Gabby grabbed her aunt's hand and pulled her towards the kitchen.

AJ and Miranda were as excited to see their aunt as their sister was and happily chatted away with her along with Gabby during dinner.

Kendall could tell Marissa was a little distracted, that her mind was elsewhere. The redhead tried keep up with the conversations as best she could, but when she did engage, her smile never quite reached her eyes. While Kendall noticed it, she didn't think the kids did. After dinner, Kendall helped Marissa clean up the kitchen while AJ and Miranda hurried back to their rooms to gather the supplies that would be needed for their art projects. While the older children worked with their redheaded mother and aunt, Gabby split her time playing outside with Max and watching the others work. When she was outside, Gabby made sure to stay close to the house though. The girl knew she wasn't allowed to wander off into the woods surrounding their home by herself. After a while, Gabby fetched some paper and crayons and started creating her own art project. It was decided that after working on the projects for almost two hours that they had made excellent progress on them and a well-deserved break was called for. They would pick up where they left off for the day over the weekend. The kids headed to the family room to watch a little TV.

Once again, Kendall offered to help Marissa clean up the kitchen. The time alone together would give her the perfect opportunity to talk with her sister-in-law. "Thanks again for dinner, Red."

"You're welcome." Marissa folded the dish towel she was holding and laid it on the counter before turning back to the brunette. "So, Kendall, were you really kicked out or are you just checking up on me?"

Kendall laughed. She should've known better than to think she could fool Marissa into thinking this was an innocent visit especially after what had happened earlier. "Alright, you got me. It's more like a combination of both. Zach and the boys are having a boys' night and didn't want me around. I also wanted to check on you though, and no, I'm not here because Bianca asked me. I was worried about you. I could see something was going on between the two of you earlier. I'm here if you want to talk. I know Bianca's my sister, but you're like my sister too. I love you, and I'm here for you. You can talk to me, and I honestly think you need to talk to someone right now."

Marissa sighed. She knew her sister-in-law was right. She couldn't keep this bottled up much longer. It wasn't good for her, and it definitely wasn't good for the baby. "I love you too. You're like the big sister I never had. Okay, I guess we should probably sit."

"That bad, huh? On a scale of 1 to 10?"

"I'd say about a 7 or 8." Once they were settled, Marissa began. "First, I love your sister with all of my heart. She is everything to me."

"I know. I can see it every time you look at her and every time she looks at you. She feels exactly the same way about you."

Marissa smiled softly. "I know she loves me. It's just that … there's no nice way to say this. She's driving me nuts with her overprotectiveness. I feel like I'm suffocating sometimes because of it. I know she means well but …"

"It's too much sometimes? Yeah, I know. Binx can be like that. Let's face it, she's had to be. Out of her, Mom and me, she's been the responsible one. I mean, Kane women aren't the most rational when it comes to protecting their families. We tend to be …"

"A little heavy-handed, overly dramatic …"

"Hey, I don't need any help with that list." Kendall smirked.

Marissa laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"You obviously get what I'm saying. Bianca means well. It's just that she's never been on the other side, the one not pregnant, so she's going into overdrive. Plus, her pregnancies weren't the smoothest so I think she's over-compensating for that fact and wanting yours to be as smooth as possible." Kendall lowered her voice. "You know everything that went on with Miranda."

"Yes. I'm not sure how she got through all of it. She really is the strongest person I know."

"I couldn't agree with you more. Even Gabby's wasn't easy, and I'm not just talking about her birth. Bianca wasn't in Pine Valley for most of it. She was back in Paris. During that time, well that's when whatsherface started working long hours and not around as much."

"She accused me of working too much lately. While she didn't say it outright, it felt a little like she was comparing me to whatsherface."

"Wow, you know she doesn't really see you like that, don't you? You've shown time and time again how much family means to you, that it comes first."

"I know. It didn't help matters when she thought I was comparing her to JR."

"Whoa, you didn't …"

"No, no, no, I didn't say that and don't think that. They're like night and day. It's just that thing with Krystal telling the servers they needed to get Bianca's approval on what I order there really pissed me off. I was trying to explain why I was drinking what I was, but no one was listening to me or seemed to care about what I was saying or wanting. They just seemed intent on scolding me and treating me like a child. I had enough of that with JR to last me a lifetime. I'm not some helpless invalid."

"I'm sure she didn't know what Krystal had done."

"That's where you're wrong. When I brought it up, Bianca didn't deny knowing about it."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"I wish I was. I don't think it was her idea, but …"

"She didn't stop it." Kendall shook her head. "If it helps any, I could honestly see that Bianca was upset by it and knew it was wrong."

Marissa sighed. "Yeah, it does help some. It also bothered me to think she might think I would do something to jeopardize our baby because I wouldn't. I've been doing everything possible to keep myself and our little one healthy. That includes drinking some alleged healthy concoction that Lisa found after a good deal of research. I honestly have my doubts about, but Bianca looked it up too and said Lisa was right."

"I don't believe for one second that Bianca believes you would jeopardize yourself or Sparky."

Marissa raised an eyebrow. "Sparky?"

Kendall grinned. "I have to call the baby something. Since you're not going to find out what you're having before said baby is here, my choices are kind of limited. I refuse to call my future niece or nephew 'it', and I don't know, saying 'the baby' all the time seems a little boring. If there's one thing I know, it's that this kid will be anything but boring. It's not in the realm of possibilities given their mothers and the rest of this crazy family. The name Sparky just came to me and seems to fit since I have a feeling they will be a spark plug kind of like you."

The redhead laughed. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Bianca and Erica don't know this nickname yet."

"Nope, you are the very first to know."

"I'm honored, and thank you. I needed that. The last few days have been a little hard. I suppose Bianca's right to some extent. I have been working a lot, but it's Sam. How can I not? The girl has been through so much."

"Some of which you can relate to."

"Yeah, I can to a certain degree. Plus, the Walkers are involved. Carol was there for me when JR tried his best to make me homeless."

"I remember. I would've loved to have heard that conversation. She strikes me as someone you don't mess with."

"You've got that right. Did you know that she thought Bianca and I were a couple when I first met her?"

"Really? Let's be honest, Red. You and Bianca were the only ones who didn't think you were." Kendall deadpanned.

Marissa rolled her eyes at the playful jab. "Whatever. The thing is, because of all that, I can't let them down, and also work, right now at least, helps me feel like I have some sense of control over what's going on."

"How so?"

"My damn hormones make me feel like I'm all over the place. I'm crying over greeting card commercials for god's sake. Even so, I still don't appreciate what Bianca said."

"What did she say?"

"That it was my hormones making me see things regarding Brittney her study partner. I'm not imaging that. The woman is interested in her, and Bianca is oblivious about it. It's funny in a way. She calls me clueless when someone is interested in me and I don't see it when she's just as dense."

Kendall had to keep herself from laughing because both women were a little slow on the uptake when it came to others being interested in them. "Bianca really shouldn't have played the hormone card. She knows better because she's been there. What makes you think the she's interested in your wife?"

"She touches her arms and hands all the time, gives her yearning looks when she thinks no one is looking and laughs too loud and too much at her jokes. She reminds me of that one waitress we had at Mitchell's."

The brunette remembered that incident. She, Zach, Bianca and Marissa had gone out to dinner together on a double date a few months back, and they'd had a nice time at the upscale seafood restaurant Kendall had found. Their server had instantly been taken with Bianca and fawned over her a large portion of the evening. It had been mildly amusing to the others how clueless she had been to it all. Kendall had to hand it to Marissa. The redhead had handled the situation better than she would have if it had been Zach on the other end of such attention. Bianca had been embarrassed once she had finally realized what was going on. Kendall then remembered Marissa excusing herself to go to the ladies' room. She spotted the redhead cornering the server. Kendall couldn't catch what was being said, but she notice the server paling to the point where Kendall thought she might pass out. Marissa returned to the table with a shit-eating, triumphant grin that would have made Erica proud. The server spent the rest of the evening after that avoiding any and all eye contact with both Bianca and Marissa.

"Oh, I remember her. Wow. That's bad. Hopefully, Binx will get it now that you've pointed it out and put a stop to it. Is there anything else bothering you, maybe?"

Marissa sighed. "Yeah, there is. Krystal."

/

Greenlee looked at the girl, because that's what she was to her, and nodded. "Hi, I'm Greenlee. Bianca, I need to get back to my table. We'll talk some more." As she joined her family again, one thought was prevalent in her mind. Yeah, I don't like her. She's too happy, chipper, too whatever. I just don't like her. I'm going to keep an eye on her.

Bianca decided it was best to get straight to work. Brittney, it seemed, had other ideas and kept trying to pull discussions about class back to personal matters. It didn't help that Bianca could feel the stares of both Greenlee and Ryan from across the room.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"What? Um, no, I haven't." Bianca realized she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and was starting to feel a little light-headed.

"Perfect! Let's get something. We can eat and work that way. We could share something if you want. Ooh, I've heard the chili cheese fries are really good. What do you say?" Brittney placed her hand on Bianca's forearm.

Bianca felt a small pang of guilt remembering Marissa had been looking forward to that particular dish earlier. There was no way she could bring herself to share them with someone else. Bianca moved her arm not feeling comfortable with its presence and waved a server over. "I think I'll just get the chicken sandwich."

"Hey, Bianca. How are you doing?"

"Okay, Sandy. How about you?"

"I can't complain. Where's Marissa this evening?"

"She's home with the kids." Bianca chanced a glance at Brittney who seemed to be in her own world at the moment perusing the menu and not listening to what she had just said to the server.

"Well, tell her I said 'hi'. What can I get you?"

The two placed their orders after Brittney finally decided what to get. She then continued to pull the conversation from their assignment.

Bianca started to pick up on the things Marissa had pointed out earlier as her wife's words rang in her ears. Could this young woman really be interested in her? She felt her cellphone vibrate and glanced at the text message Greenlee had sent.

"Took a poll at our table, and all three of us think she's into you."

There was another buzz. "No, I didn't mention our conversation. They brought it up themselves."

Another buzz followed immediately. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I think Marissa was right."

Greenlee was right. She didn't want to hear it or admit it, but it was looking like her wife right about the younger woman. She had been touching Bianca's arm a lot, smiling, laughing and doing what felt an awful lot like flirting. When she thought about it, she was reminded of the waitress at Mitchell's. Oh my god, I'm a complete idiot. I've got to do something about this now.

"Maybe, we can grab dinner sometime and leave the books behind. I know this quiet little place …"

"Brittney, you know I'm married, don't you?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't spend some time together. They are very discreet."

"Why would you think I would want to go someplace with you where people would need to be discreet?"

Brittney smiled coyly. "Well, we've been spending time together, gone out on a date or two …"

"Whoa! Stop right there!" Bianca quickly lowered her voice. "We have never gone out on a date."

"Okay, maybe not a traditional date. What would you call it then?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe studying and working on an assignment for class. That's all it is."

"It doesn't have to be that way." Brittney skimmed her hand along Bianca's arm.

I must have been deaf, dumb and blind. Bianca whipped her arm away. "Yes, it does. Did you miss the part where I said I'm married, happily married? I have a wife and three children with a fourth on the way."

Brittney shrugged. "My cousin is married, and her and her wife see other women. She has a whole circle of friends that are gay and feel the same way."

Bianca eyed the younger woman. "Are you …"

"I don't know. I'm more curious than anything else, and I thought you would be a good candidate to satisfy that curiosity, be a good teacher."

"Okay, first of all, whatever your cousin, her wife and their friends have going on is not limited to gay people. It's offensive for you to think that. It's called an open relationship, and straight people have them too, and while it may be what they are into, it most definitely is not something I am. I love my wife. I have no need or desire to be with anyone else. I want her and only her. That's why I married her. I believe in monogamy and could never cheat on her."

"Then why are you here with me?"

Bianca shook her head. Brittney just wasn't getting it. "We're here to study and work on a project for class. Nothing else."

"But …"

"No, there is no 'but'. There is nothing else going on and nothing else that will go on. I'm not interested in you that way, and I'm certainly not interested in being someone's experiment or a way to satisfy their curiosity. If you are trying to discover something about yourself, then you need to find someone else to help you with that because I won't be."

"Oh, I thought …"

"You thought wrong. My wife and children are the most important people in my life, and I will not jeopardize my relationships with them for anything or anyone. Look, this is our last assignment for class, and we're almost done with it. Are you able to understand and accept what I've said and work together to complete this or …"

"I don't know."

"How about this? You finish this section, and I'll finish mine. You can email me your part when it's done, and I'll put everything together and send it back to you to review."

Brittney nodded, her embarrassment over misreading the situation rising. "That sounds good. I'll have it to you by the beginning of next week." She started to reach for her wallet to pay for her dinner, anxious to get out of there.

"I've got this."

"Thank you." Brittney gathered her belongings and hurried out of the restaurant.

Bianca sunk back in her seat, kicking herself for being so clueless. She glanced over to Greenlee's table and picked up her cellphone to send a quick text. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.

"Please, don't say anything."

The reply was quick and to the point. "I won't. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Bianca attempted to calm herself down. She knew she'd have to eat some crow when she saw Marissa. The thought of her wife made her realize she was wrong before. There was someone she wanted to talk to, needed to talk to. It was Marissa. Bianca grabbed the check and headed to the counter to pay it before going home.

/

Bianca pulled into the garage and noted the time. The kids would be in bed by now. She only hoped Marissa might still be up so they could talk. She didn't want to go to bed feeling like this and didn't want this to fester between them. Bianca walked inside and caught a glimpse of her wife sitting outside absently petting Max. The brunette headed upstairs to quickly give each of the kids a kiss goodnight before facing the music. With that accomplished, Bianca grabbed a blanket because it was starting to get cool and a carryout container she had brought with her from Krystal's before heading outside.

Marissa's head turned around hearing the door open.

Bianca smiled nervously. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself."

"We need to talk."

Marissa nodded. "Yes. Yes, we do."

/

A/N: Yeah, I left it there. My evil side is cackling again. See you soon!