Chapter Ten

"Mommy, why are you mad at Uncle Bob?"

The question startled Molly as she, John and Izik made there way to her old country home. Seeing Simon again, as well as traveling down the old familiar roads had had her mind wandering since they'd left the hospital. Izik's question brought everything back and she smiled tightly at the little boy. His big blue eyes could read her like a book, though he was careful not to let her see that. Although only five, Izik knew there was something peculiar about the way his mother behaved sometimes and how she tried to make things seem better than what they really were.

"Baby, I'm not mad at Uncle Bob. We just...had a disagreement is all." Molly looked into the rear view mirror to see Izik looking up at her with questioningly worried eyes. John turned to face him from his seat beside Molly.

"Hey, champ, it's okay. People disagree all the time." John smiled at the little boy who was quickly worming his way into his heart. "Like, remember back at the hospital when you told Uncle Bob that you wanted two scoops of ice cream and he said you only needed one?" Izik nodded, remembering vividly the discussion. He'd really wanted that second scoop. "Well, you wanted it, he didn't want you to have it...that's a disagreement. You weren't mad at him, right?" Izik thought about that for a moment.

"Well, yeah, but only for a second." he quickly reassured his mother. John coughed, attempting to hide the laugh that was trying to escape him. He glanced over to see the stern look on Molly's face being contradicted by the laughter in her eyes. John turned and looked at Izik.

"Yes, well, you see you two DISAGREED on how much ice cream you should have." Izik nodded.

"Okay," he said, the explanation seeming to satisfy him. "Mommy, is John gonna stay with us at your old house?" Molly glanced over at John briefly, taking in the arch of his eyebrow. Blushing furiously, she turned her gaze back to the road.

"Of course, sweetie." Molly convinced herself that she needed to get to actually "know" him, especially after his remark on the plane and the remark to Simon and Cristal about Izik being his. To be perfectly honest, it hadn't crossed her mind that he'd stay anywhere BUT with her. She was just slightly worried about how her relationship with John was going to go over with Crash and Bob. Turning down their road, Molly's mind was focused on getting things straightened out with Bob and John. A small smile crossed her lips as she thought of Crash. HE really wouldn't care one way or the other, so long as John took care of her and Izik and Crash could "talk shop" with him.

Only half listening to the conversation going on around her, Molly was startled by the suddenly excited little boy.

"Can I mommy? Can I?"

Molly looked over her shoulder briefly, at her suddenly happy son. "Can you what, baby?"

"Stay with Uncle Bob and Crash this weekend! John said it sounded like a good idea to him..." Molly didn't hear the rest of Izik's words as she looked over angrily at John.

"Oh really?"

John looked over at Molly and sighed. Damnit, he knew that look. She'd shot it enough at him on their way to his house from the airport that first day. Reaching across the console, he lightly touched her hand, only briefly before she jerked it away. Turning into the long driveway that led to the old house, Molly, gritted her teeth.

"I refuse to argue with you in front of my son" she hissed under her breath. John sighed and tiredly ran a hand over his face. It was going to be an awfully long trip if Molly stayed mad at him the whole time.

"Listen, Molly, all I said was that it sounded like fun and that he should ask you about it." He attempted to take her hand again, and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't jerk it away. "I'm not trying to overstep your authority."

"So, Mommy...can I? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" Molly glanced back with a small grin.

"We'll see, baby."

Izik sat back in his seat, immensely pleased. Usually when his mommy said "We'll see" she let him go wherever he wanted. He couldn't wait to get to Uncle Bob's cabin. He had a really cool room that had all sorts of video games a pinball machines and stuff in it. He thought about what he'd bring along with him when another thought formed in his little head. If he was gone to Uncle Bob's then maybe John and his mommy could get him a baby brother or sister! His friend Joey had told him that the last time he went away for the weekend, he'd come back and his mommy had a baby growing in her tummy. Izik pondered the possibilities --- that would definitely make John his daddy, wouldn't it? His little mind worked feverishly, trying to form a plan to ensure that there would be a baby growing in his mommy when he returned on Monday.

An hour later, Molly and John stood on the front stoop of the old farmhouse and waved their good-bye's to Izik as the little boy hung out the passenger window of Crash's beatup old truck. Molly's assumptions that Crash would get along fine with John were correct, as the two had talked about work right up until he and Izik left. Waiting until the truck was out of site, John stooped down to lift Molly up into his arms as she giggled. "What are you doing, ya big lug? You're gonna break your back!" John looked into the face of his bundle and a sly grin found it's way to his lips, as he strode back through the door into the living room. He was glad to see that her former anger had dissipated and she was back to her sweet demeanor, actually acting quite playful.

"Ya know something? You're right." Molly let out an ear-splitting screech as John dropped her unceremoniously on the the sofa. With huge grin, he dropped down on top of her, careful to avoid squashing her petite frame, his elbows taking the brunt of his weight. "There! That's MUCH better!" Molly laughed, feeling younger than she had in a long time. Could it be that she REALLY had an entire weekend alone with John Cena? And that HE was the one that instigated the whole thing? She reached up to thread her fingers through his short hair.

"Actually, I can think of something that would be even better than this," and with that she tugged him down, crushing her soft lips against his. Her warm little tongue snaked out, licking it's way across John's lower lip and begging entrance into the moist darkness of his mouth. A ragged groan came from deep within John, reverbrating through his hard chest. He eased one hand up, between them, pushing under the material of her shirt and bra to find her bare breast. His mouth smothered her whimpers and John tore his lips from hers to trail hungrily down her neck. He nuzzled the spot just below her ear that he knew drove her wild and made her whimper, a sound he was starving for.

"All day long...all day I've heard your moans, like the cries of the damned echoing in my ear as you came apart in my arms." he pulled away to see Molly's head thrown back, granting him free reign to her body. Her lips were parted in a wanton gasp of arousal, her eyes, heavy lidded and clouded with desire. "I want to hear them again, Molly...I've got to have you again!" he crushed his face to her throat, inhaling the sweet sent of her skin, the satiny softness of it. She let him lick and nip and touch for a few moments longer before gently easing him back. She smiled tenderly at the wary look in his eyes that quickly turned to lust as she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, easing each of the tiny buttons through the holes slowly, to torment and please him at the same time. When she finished with the last button, she slowly parted the fabric to reveal the sheer pink bra she wore underneath and John's breath caught in his throat. Had there ever been a more beautiful woman created? He ran one fingertip down her silken skin, from her collarbone to the top button of her jeans. Molly's brilliant blue eyes pleaded with his.

"Then take what you want, John...tell me what you want..."

With a strangled groan, John took her lips with his, hungrily nipping and biting at her full lower lip. His tongue memorized the taste of her mouth -- like sweet mountain honey and the finest wine. He sat up, never breaking their kiss, and pulled her upright just long enough to unclasp her bra, before easing her back down. They parted, both dragging great gasping breaths into their oxygen hungry bodies. Hands soft and gentle as rain, eased the straps of Molly's bra down her arms. Lips softly kissed every inch of skin that was uncovered and when the offending garment was finally off and laying on the floor, John allowed his gaze to feast on the banquet of her voluptuous body. With a reverent sigh, he cupped her full breasts, testing the weight of them.

"You are the most breathtaking woman I've ever seen, Molly Isabella Holly." He leaned down, swiftly catching the peak of one hard nipple and suckling it deep into his mouth. A cross between a gasp and a groan tore from Molly's throat as she threaded her fingers through his short brown hair, urging him to take more of her. He obliged her, reached behind her to pull her even more deeply into his mouth. The feeling was surreal, the pleasure he gave her extraordinary. She gave a sharp gasp when she felt the tiny nip of his teeth on her swollen breast. Her nails scored his back leaving bright red mark down the rippling muscles, subconsciously branding him as if he were hers and hers alone.

He abandoned his task, watching as the cool air made contact with her damp breast, causing the nipple to harden under his watchful gaze. His eyes roamed upward to find her brilliant blue ones staring back at him hungrily. An incredible feeling washed over him at that moment, stealing his breath as he looked into Molly's eyes. Was it possible to fall this deeply in love with a person you'd known less than a week? Her small, delicate hands reached up to feel the coarse stubble on his cheek, a testament that he hadn't shaved in a day or two. He captured her hand and turned it, palm up to place a featherlight kiss in the center of it.

"I love you."

It took a few moments for what she'd said to register, his face blank in the time that he was processing this new bit of information. Molly searched his eyes desperately, hoping that she hadn't just made a huge mistake. She hadn't meant to tell him... at least not yet. But seeing him gaze at her with such tenderness, such barely controlled desire, it had slipped before she had time to stop and think about the consquences. Molly closed her eyes waiting with baited breath on John's next words.