It's a short chapter, but I have a longer, exiciting one planned for after it.

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Every night, after putting Alex to sleep, Ryan and Marissa would lock their door and make love. The passion between them was strong and after a long day, all they wanted to do was lie in each others arms. So one night, after getting Alex to sleep, Marissa and Ryan were in their bed, naked, kissing passionately, when a knock on the door came. They both froze and listened for a voice.

"Mommy? Daddy? Why is the door locked? I thought we weren't supposed to lock ourselves in our room, in case we get stuck and then get really hungry and then we die. Are you going to die? I don't want you to die."

"Um… Alex?" Marissa called out, "We are not going to die. We will eventually but that is beside the point," she rambled.

Ryan interrupted, "What is wrong Alex?"

"Um, I know I am not supposed to, and I am a big boy, but by accident, I wet the bed." He said sniffling a little.

"Oh, don't worry, honey, I'll be out in a minute to help you." Marissa answered.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, Ryan leaned over and kissed her and sparks flew, once again. About fifteen minutes later, a call came from outside the door, yelling for help. Marissa and Ryan, feeling guilty for forgetting about Lexi, pulled on some clothes and ran outside. Alex was crying. "What's wrong honey?" Marissa asked.

"Well, you didn't come when I called you and then I thought why I don't clean it myself, so I cleaned up my bed with a towel and was wondering how to dry it." He explained, "So then I thought I could put it in the microwave and it would dry fast, but now there is a fire." He finished, crying hard. Marissa picked him up, and they both ran downstairs. Ryan ran to the kitchen, and saw the fire had spread fast. Both of them had no idea where a fire extinguisher was so they frantically called the fire department. They three of them waited outside the house, watching the fire spread throughout the downstairs part of their home. The fire was put out, but the damage was done.

Ryan smiled, a force but reassuring smile, at Marissa, who was now holding a sleeping Lexi in her arms, and she returned it.

"You realize he just burned a house down? Sound familiar?" she joked

"Well, he is an Atwood."