Oh goodness! You all have been so faithful with your reviews, I love reading them. I want you to know this is a major bombshell chapter. We find out a large part of what will happen in the rest of the story. So pull up your chairs, and get comfy. Enjoy!

Title: Suprise!
Rated: PG13
Disclaimer: See chapters 1, 10 and/or 20

Jr. came out of the restroom quickly, glancing over her shoulder, Francine tugging her wrist impatiently. "Daddy! Daddy, we gotta go!"

He looked at Jr. so quickly, a crick worked its way into his neck. Rubbing the sore spot, he looked warily at her. "Why...?"

"Momma's in the bathroom! She 'n' Monroe wanted to see the same movie, ain't got it in Riverton, so they buggied up the kids 'n' brought 'em over here, where they got the 3 room theater. C'mon, let's go. She can't see yeh here, not with him."

"What?" Jack interrupted Ennis, asking the same question that was on the tip of that man's tongue.

"I'm sorry Jack, I didn't mean anythin' by it, it's just momma's really against...against people like you." She whispered the last little bit. "She'd never let us see Daddy agin."

"People like me?" He poked his fingers into his chest, tears stinging his blue eyes. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, Jack." Ennis pleaded with him, now that he understood the severity of the situation. "Please, let's just go."

"No, I wanna know, what's wrong with me." He crossed his arms and set his face. Ennis would have to carry him out, and knowing Jack, the man would have a fit there in the middle of the place and cause a real scene, which they did not need right now.

Alma walked out of the bathroom carrying a small child, holding the hand of another. She was obviously pregnant. Jesus, did they only fuck each other? Ennis ducked his head, but there was no hiding now. Alma had seen the girls in the washroom, knew they would be there with Ennis. She was glancing around, looking for him and their children.

"Ennis, I thought you'd be here. Just stopped in to go to the bathroom, you know how I hate theater restrooms." She spoke loudly as she walked over. She had not noticed Jack, who both the girls stood in front of. They hoped she wouldn't come any closer, wouldn't see him. But she did, and so she did.

"Who's this?"

"Uh...this is, yeh remember Jack Twist?"

Her face contorted at the name. Yes, she remembered Jack Twist. Jack Nasty, more like it. Ennis had twisted her wrist at the mention of the man, but she had seen a passion in his eyes when he heard the man's name. It was as though those four letters lit a fire in his very soul. She wished she could do it. Why oh why did it have to be a man who did that for Ennis?

"Of course." She grunted.

"Jack, look it Alma." Jack lifted his face. She was shocked to see the embarrassment, shame, sadness in the eyes that had been so happy last she looked into them. They weren't such a bright blue anymore. The color had faded a little and light pink scars, still moderately fresh peppered his skin. She didn't want to think that this had replaced her. She ran a free hand over her smooth, pale skin. "Why would Ennis want that?" she thought.

"Ennis, what's he doin' here when the girl are-?"

"I can tell ya later, Alma, now inn't the time."

"Well, until it is, I'm taking my girls."

"What? It's our weekend."

"There's no room at yer place for them anyways. Yeh won't mind driving their stuff up tomorrow?"

The look in her eyes, set and narrow, her tight scowl told everyone there was no room for negotiation. This discussion was over. Francine and Junior were going home. Where their parents may have had more sex, but at least it was "holy sex". Ennis lowered his gaze to where Jack's thumb stroked his. He wanted to jerk his hand away. Jack had ruined too much for him.

But he could never forget what Jack had fixed.