Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Easy enough.
A/N: Ok it's back up and there will be changes. It wont be all the same.
Kimberly Oliver, married for five years to her high school sweetheart Thomas Oliver, looked in the rearview mirror of her brand new Honda at her four year old son. He sat in his car seat, head rested on his white clothed shoulder as he slept, his small blue jeans barely making it too his ankle, socks slipping off his tiny feet.
Kimberly smiled as she pulled into the stone driveway of hers and Tommy's home, parking her car in the same usual spot, right in front of the door. She shut the ignition off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, and slowly exited the car noticing another car in the drive way that looked strangely familiar but she just couldn't figure it out. Walking to the back seat she opened the car door as quietly as she could, so as not to wake the sleeping child. She slowly unbuckled her son causing him to stir a bit before she picked him up and closed the car door, once again staring at the car as she walked into the house.
"Tommy?" Kim settled her son far back on the black leather couch and walked into the kitchen hoping to find her husband there talking with the owner of the car in drive way. Nothing. The only thing she saw were two dirty coffee mugs sitting on the table with nothing in them. Kim sighed as she walked over to the table, grabbing the mugs and brought them over to the sink. She was about to start washing them when she heard something fall upstairs.
Kim walked out of the kitchen, taking a quick glance at her son, and headed upstairs. Slowly walking down the hall way to where the noise came from. She heard mumbling from behind a door , she opened it slowly and saw two bodies on the ground. One belonging to her husband and the other belonging to a blond women wearing a tight pink shirt, who was looming over her husband.
A/N: Yeah short chapter. I know. I'm still workin' on the other chapters. If you want review it again, 'cause reviews make me happy. till next time.