I've never been more grateful than right now that Lisa's house at Fairfield is a gigantic mansion. Patrick and his team are busy in the main living room while Lisa and I make our way to the great room where we can have some privacy away from all the people now in the house.

I am dumbfounded by the revelations of today. I have children. Lisa and I have three sons.

Both Lisa and take up residence my favourite couch. Her arms went straight around my waist as she pressed her cheek into my chest.

I reached out and trace my fingers over my boys pictures. This one with them all together you can't help but notice the resemblance to each other and to me and Lisa, the quiver in my hand as it caresses their faces knocks me sideways.

"Lincoln, Grayson and Zachary they're our sons, Lise. I can't believe we have three nine year old boys." My voice husky with emotion.

"The names suit them perfectly." Lisa's barely carrying whisper filled with the tenderness I feel.

Taking in my children a feeling of tenderness slams straight into me again. It first happened when Patrick showed us their pictures. But it is now alive within me, and growing by the minute.

Unbidden questions filter across my mind.

"Lise, I wonder when they took their first steps? Did they crawl first before walking? What was their first word? What are their favourite thing to do? What are their personalities like? In what ways are they're alike if any?

I can see Lisa fixated on them thinking the same as me wondering what they're all like.

Both Lisa and are jolted from our thoughts with a knock on the door. Lisa makes her way to the door whereupon she's immediately summoned by her lawyer for a copy of her personal bank accounts.

I absentmindedly stare into the unlit fireplace thinking a mile a minute and trying to process all the revelations today.

I feel Lisa's hand on my thigh all of a sudden; not remembering her coming back into the room.

"Are you alright, Honey?"

I take her hand on my thigh, taking it between both of my hands brining to rest on my heart.

"I feel a lot of things right now, Lise."

"You must feel overwhelmed with everything you've found out. I know I am and I've had far less bombshells thrown at me today."

I feel this hurt that she has kept this from me and confusion as to why she did.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you were pregnant? We got back together and we've been married almost nine years now?"

"Oh, Jack … you've lost so much in your life. What was the point in telling you when all it would do is bring you more heartache, I just couldn't do it."

"Lise, I deserved to know you carried my children no matter the outcome."

"I just couldn't do it Jack? Even if I had to do it all over again, I might do the exact same thing. What would've been the actual benefit of telling you I'd miscarried them."

"We could have grieved together, Lise."

"That's a benefit to me, what would have been the benefit in you knowing."

I look at Lisa trying to find a response to her question but she has me because nothing comes to mind. I remember something though. "It makes sense now, you've always been away from Heartland the second week of October since we've been married."

"You noticed that."

" Yeah hard not to actually because just before you'd leave you would be just a little more pensive than usual and preoccupied and more then that you'd be aloof with me to some degree but when you got back it's like a switched had been flipped and you were back to being you."

I see Lisa close her eyes in disappointment knowing that her attempt at feigning normality wasn't without its consequences.

"I'm sorry…. I couldn't have you so close to me, you would have been able to tell something was going on with me and that I couldn't have, Jack."

"I still wish you'd told me, Lise."

"I know, Jack. But today when I got the call from the detective constable for a beat I thought I'd go it alone in case it was some type of error."

"Why didn't you, Lise?"

"Because there was a chance they could be alive, Jack and that is something you are entitled to know."

I pull Lisa into my arms enfolding her into me to comfort both her and myself. We stay like this until I remember something that bothered me about our conversation earlier.

"Lise, you know I would never feel trapped into a relationship with you. Knowing you were pregnant would have propelled me to fight for us because that's what my heart had always wanted."

I run my fingers through Lisa's hair thinking about everything that we'v both learned today. But I'm puzzled as to what Lisa's plan was after….

"Lise, what was your plan after telling me at twenty-eight weeks?"

Lisa looks at me taking a deep breath before responding.

"If you wanted to be part of their lives, I was going to suggest we lay out a plan for us to co-parent, and for us to be friends for the children sake. If you didn't want to be part of their lives, I would have understood and raised them by myself in France."

"Me not wanting to be part of their lives would not in a million years, Lise. If I could I would wash the word co-parent out of your mouth."

Lisa guffaws at my response.

"And that bit about us being friends, I don't think you thought that out fully. You know we flirt way too much to ever just be friends."

I see Lisa roll her eyes at me.

"What?"

"We obviously wouldn't flirt, Jack. We would be friends and act accordingly."

I convulse in laughter all the while Lisa glaring at me. I get myself back in control to explain to Lisa why solely friendship for us will never work.

"Lisa, you and I we can't just be friends."

"Why not?"

"Because we can't help but flirt with each other sixteen years in, Lise. And then there is this."

I put my hand behind her head, pulled her close, and pressed my lips to hers in lingering kiss with her lips invading my mouth and I end the kiss.

Lisa gives a dirty look before I burst into laughter.

"We wouldn't kiss, Jack. We would be friends it would be strictly platonic."

"It's more than a kiss Lise and you know it. It's always been there between us and no matter how hard we try we can't resist, Lise."

Lisa glares at me.

"You can glare at me all you like, Lise; but you know it's beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"There's no evidence to prove your little theory."

"Let's do a little experiment than you try to be my friend and resist kissing me back."

I don't use my hands, I place hands away from Lisa. I haven't even touched her yet but that electric spark still crackles between us with the air thick with anticipation. I gently move the scruff of my jawline along hers before leisurely caressing her lips with my moustache with my lips a hairs breadth away from hers as she exhales on to my lips. That is like a match to a fuse, sparks traveling up my arm and igniting along every nerve in my body.

Lisa reaches across to run her fingers along the scruff of my jawline and down my throat. I press her lips there to feel the silky spikiness of my whiskers, and the uneven racing of my pulse beneath her lips. She brings her hand down to my chest and pushes me away with a low and husky moan escaping her lips.

Yep, I heard that right down to my toes.

Her gaze dropped to my lips just like it had before, as I closed the gap between us to softly kiss her. Her lips passive but she didn't stop me, but she didn't surrender, either as her lips remain tight an unmoving as I gently pull away with my heart racing through my chest.

I notice the flare of her nostrils and the clench of her jaw as our eyes meet with nothing but the sound of our breathing as we stared intently at each other. I could see Lisa trying to pull herself back, to remember who she was and why it was she wanted to keep her resolve. But her body was soft and her breathing rugged with her hand on my hip clutched convulsively.

Those husky blues heated and dilated in arousal.

I pressed my mouth a little firmer this time, lingering for a moment before placing a firmer kiss along the taut seam of her lips. I pressed closer, the heat and softness of her body driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes as I teased tentatively at the corners of her mouth feeling her pulse spiking as her hand clutched my hip harder with a low breathy moan echoing through her chest.

I let my kiss linger, coaxing her mouth to join in, sighing as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips finally gave a little.

I took full advantage as her lips softened further. Closing my eyes, touching the tip of her tongue to the bow of my lips, finally tasting her, sighing as she opened to let me in, moaning a little as my tongue found hers in a scorching kiss, groaning as she finally melted into me.

I don't know if it was the moan that did it, because it was like a dam suddenly broke. Lisa moaned a deep primal release and then her mouth opened with her hands coming up to cradle my face, her fingers combing through my hair, and she devoured me.

Now there was nothing tentative about the way she kissed me and I was no longer in control.

Lisa's tongue thrust into my mouth with the taste of coffee now invading my senses. The heavy intake of her breathing and the frenzied thud of her pulse filling my head, my body needy and aching for more.

Her hand clutching a fistful of my shirt as her desire spiralled. Her heart thumped unevenly beneath my hand. I clung to her groaning and panting losing my breath with my body trembling right down to its bones.

Lisa dragged her mouth from mine as we are both jolted by a knock on the door.

Through the door and the thrumming of blood in our ears we manage to hear Craig utter Detective Constable Keller was here to see us.

Please drop a review with your thoughts any feedback would be appreciated. Thank you for reading.