A month after Traci's birth, Carmen and Randy were married in Honolulu, Hawaii. Unbeknownst to them also around that time, Max had gotten had gotten his transfer. That was two months ago. Carmen and Randy loved being parents. They couldn't believe how much Traci had grown in just three months. Randy was playing with Traci on the living room floor. They were playing with a stuffed dog.

"What does a doggy say Traci?" He said.

"Ga." She said.

"Right." "Woof, woof." She laughed. Her laugh melted Randy's heart.

"What are you guys doing?" Carmen asked sitting next to them.

"Just playing." He looked at Traci. "Want mommy to play with us?"

"Ga." Traci said.

"That means yes."

Randy had been on the road for the last week. He was coming home today. Carmen was doing laundry. Traci was napping. Carmen heard the front door open and close. When she went into the living room she dropped the basket in terror. Max was standing there pointing his gun at her. He looked crazed.

"Hi Carmen." He said.

"I had the door locked."

"You don't think I know how to pick a lock."

"Do whatever you want to me." "Just don't hurt my baby."

"I'm not gonna hurt you." "You're both coming with me." Traci started to cry. "Let's go get her." They went into the nursery. "We're gonna be a family."

They heard the front door open and close.

"I'm home." They heard Randy say.

Max left the room.

"Randy run, Max has a gun!" Carmen yelled.

Max pointed his gun at Randy. "This is my family." Max said. "You're not taking them."

"No!" Carmen yelled as she ran and moved Max's arm as he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the wall and he dropped the gun. He hit Carmen and she dropped to the floor.

"You son of a bitch!" Randy yelled. He flew up the stairs, tackled Max and punched him in the face repeatedly. They were rolling around exchanging blows. Max got on top of Randy and started strangling him.

"Carmen is mine!" He shouted. Suddenly he felt the gun he dropped at his head.

"Get up." Carmen said. He got up.

"You won't do it." He said smirking.

"I won't?" "I know how to shoot it." "You taught me, remember?" He took one step towards her. She shot him twice in the chest. He got a surprised look on his face and collapsed. Carmen checked his pulse. He was dead.

The police found journals on Max's computer documenting Max's mental decline. No charges were brought against Carmen.

Five years later Traci had just blown out five candles on her birthday cake. She was surrounded by Carmen, Randy and her twin brothers, aged three, Randy Jr. and Ryan.

"Good job sweetheart." Carmen said.

"Can you teach me how to wrestle now daddy?" Traci asked.

"I will." "In about ten years." Randy said. "Mommy and I have something important to tell you guys."

"Mommy's gonna have another baby." Carmen said happily.

"Mommy, congratulations." Traci said. "I hope it's a girl."

"What do you think boys?" Randy asked.

"I happy." Randy Jr. said.

"Me to." Ryan said.

Randy still couldn't believe everything he gained simply by going to therapy. He wouldn't trade anything in is life for the world.