CHAPTER THREE

A young women who was sitting in her car across the street, watched as the young couple stumbled up the drive way, practically ravishing each other. It was clearly obvious to her that they adored each other.

She wanted somebody to adore her, and she was going to make sure that that happened. She had come to claim what was rightfully hers and she would not stop until she got it.

She waited until the happy couple entered the house, and started her car. She'd decided to let them have a few more hours together; it was the least she could do. She felt a little guilty about what she was about to do, but her need for love and affection over-powered her feelings of guilt.

As she drove away she thought to herself how happy they looked. It was just too bad that their happiness wasn't going to last.

Jack looked down at Martha's sleeping form. He needed to wake her because it was almost time for dinner; but she looked so peaceful he didn't want to disturb her.

He reached a hand out and gently brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. To him she was the most beautiful person in the world and he would never get sick of looking at her.

He loved moments like this; when he could just watch her and memorise all the things he loved about her. He was so in love with her; there was no doubt about it.

He was so glad that he hadn't given her up those six months ago. It would have been the biggest mistake of his life if he had of walked away. The last six months had been the happiest days of his life; and it was all because of her.

Jack sat up and reached down the side of the bed to pick up his boxer shorts that had been discarded there a few hours earlier. He pulled them back on and turned back to Martha.

He leaned over her again and spoke softly trying to wake her. "Martha, wake up," he said in a hushed voice.

No luck, she was in a deep slumber. He laughed; he didn't blame her for being tired. The truth was that he was still pretty tired also. Especially after the tiring activities that they had embarked on over the last couple of hours since they had arrived home. He shook his head; trying to rid his mind of the thoughts that were starting to reignite the hot sparks that had coursed through his body earlier.

"Babe, wake up," he said a little louder and gently shook her.

He heard a small sigh and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Jack," she said.

"It's time to wake up sleepy head," he told her. He moved down to the end of the bed and leaned over, picking up some of her clothes off the floor, and throwing them at her. "Come on, get dressed. I'm starving and ready to eat," he said.

"I don't want to," she sulked. "I want to go back to sleep and finish the amazing dream that you just snatched me from," Martha said while stifling a yawn.

"What sort of dream? Was I in it?" Jack asked.

She looked at him and gave him a wicked smile full of mischief. "It was a very sexy dream," she teased.

Jack moved closer to Martha. "Really," he smiled. He lay one of his hands on her arm and softly started caressing her.

"Mhmmm, and the guy was very attractive and very sexy," she continued.

"Was he just?" Jack played along.

"Yep. Orlando Bloom makes me so hot," she started. "You were there too. But you were the servant," she continued, trying to hold in her laugh.

Jack looked at Martha in horror. "What? Orlando Bloom? Did you just sa………", he stammered.

Martha burst into a fit of laughter. "You are so easy," she giggled.

She wrapped her arms around Jack and pulled him until he was lying on top of her. "Don't worry, when I go to sleep you're the only one I dream about," she reassured him.

Jack smiled and looked down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you," he whispered to her, running his thumb across her cheek.

"I love you too," she said back to him.

Martha raised her head up until her lips met Jack's in a tender yet passionate kiss.

Martha sat on the couch waiting for Jack to get back with their dinner. She had a major craving for Chinese food, and had begged for Jack to go and get her some.

Martha stood and walked to the kitchen to get her self a drink. Just as she was pouring herself a glass of water there was a knock at the door. She made her way to the door and was surprised when she saw a young woman with medium length blonde hair standing there with a smile on her face.

Martha opened the door and greeted the girl with a smile. "Hi," Martha said.

"Hi, is this the Holden residence?" the girl asked.

"Yes it is. Who are you looking for?" Martha asked her politely.

The girl continued to smile. "Oh sorry, I'm looking for Jack. Is he home?" she said.

"Ah, no he's just popped out for a while. He should be back soon," Martha told her. Martha didn't know why but for some reason she felt uncomfortable around the girl. And the smiling; the girl's smile still hadn't faded. And it was kind of freaking her out a bit.

"Oh, well do you mind if I wait? I need to speak with him, it's very important," the girl said.

Martha was a bit hesitant at first but pushed the uncomfortable thoughts out of her head. "Um, sure. Come in," she said, moving away from the door to let the girl in.

The girl slowly made her was inside and sat herself down on the couch. "I'm Megan, and you are?" she asked.

Martha sat down next to her and smiled. "Oh, I'm Martha," she started. "Sorry, but how do you know Jack?" Martha continued.

"We had a thing a while back," Megan told her. "I'm guessing your Jack's new girlfriend?" she asked Martha.

Martha nodded. No wonder she felt uncomfortable around the girl. She was Jack's ex.

"So your Jack's ex?" Martha questioned her.

Megan nodded her head. "Kind of. But there's a lot more to it now," she said.

Martha was confused. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Megan sighed. "I probably shouldn't say anything until I've spoken to Jack first, but I guess it won't hurt if I tell you now," she started. "You're going to find out eventually anyway," she kept on.

Martha's stomach was churning. She'd only known this girl for a few minutes, but already she didn't like her. Martha could tell from the way Megan was talking, that she was about to say something big. Something that she wasn't going to like.

"What is it?" Martha urged her on.

"The reason I've come to see Jack, is to tell him that he has a daughter," Megan stated.

And it was at that moment that Martha felt like her heart had just been ripped out.