Author's Note: Well here we are, another chapter. Time has gone on, what is our 'not yet a couple' doing? Ooh… and jealous rears its ugly head.

Kat was doing laundry in the basement of Adam's house when Anaya ran down the stairs, "Kat-erine!! There's a lady at the door, I didn't open it though cause it could be a bad person, but she's pretty!" Anaya said as she leaned her head around the corner.

"I'm coming sweetie," Kat said hurrying to the stairs and picking her up, then making her way to the door and opening it. "Aisha!!" She said in surprise, "What are you doing here?" She cried happily, wrapping one arm around her.

"I had some vacation time that they were going to take, so I decided to use it and come back home for a bit," Aisha said with a smile, she looked at Anaya, "Wow, you've gotten so big sweetie, I haven't seen you since you were a baby."

Anaya smiled, "Now I'm a big girl!" She said wiggling out of Kat's grip. "But who are you? I see pictures of you before."

"I'm your Auntie Ish," Aisha said with a laugh, squatting down to Anaya's level.

"Ooh! You send me my froggie!! I love you!" Anaya said hugging her.

Aisha hugged her back, "I love you too," she said before standing back up, "So… where's Adam?"

"Daddy is at work, but Kat-erine is here so it's otay," Anaya said, turning her head towards the living room. "Kat-erine, I gotta go, Dora is on!" she gasped, running for the living room at high speed.

Kat laughed and pulled Aisha into the house, hugging her friend again. "I've missed you so much 'Sha," she said with a smile.

"Me to girl, me too, soo…" Aisha grinned at her, "What's going on between you and Adam?"

"Oh god, not you too," she said with a sigh, dragging her downstairs. "Adam and I are friends that's it!" She said firmly.

"Right, which is why you are folding his laundry," Aisha noted, watching Kat attack the pile of clean clothes with a vengeance.

"Our laundry," Kat corrected her, not realizing how that sounded.

"Oooh… my bad, you're folding your laundry," Aisha teased. "When was the wedding and why wasn't I invited?"

"Shut up 'Sha!" Kat blushed and threw a clean sock at her. "We are NOT married!"

Aisha laughed, "Honey, I really hate to break this to you, but you are acting like a married couple, sans the sex…" she paused, "it is sans the sex right? I mean you guys aren't…" she trailed off, a grin on her face.

"No!!" Kat exclaimed. "You've gotten down right wicked since last time I've seen you," she said with a laugh. "Bloody pervert," she teased.

"Well… you guys are practically living together, I was just wondering, I mean, the boy can dance, and you know what they say about that…"

"What do they say about that?" A voice from the stairs startled both the girls. "Are you talking about me 'Sha?" Adam asked coming down the stairs.

"Adam!" Aisha ran over to him, hugging him tightly. "I missed you," she said kissing his cheek.

"I missed you too, but what do they say about guys who can dance? I'm curious," he asked with a smile on his face.

"That they can carry their own laundry upstairs to put away," Kat cut in before Aisha could answer, handing Adam the laundry basket. She didn't want to have that conversation, she was sure she was blushing badly enough as it was.

Not married my ass, Aisha thought to herself watching the exchange.

"Yes ma'am," Adam said with a laugh, leaning over, kissing her cheek. "Thanks Kat, I don't know what I'd do without you," he said before heading upstairs with the laundry basket.

"You'd run out of clean clothes," Kat said, feeling her face flush even more under Aisha's stare. "What?" she asked after Adam was out of earshot.

"He kissed you!" Aisha exclaimed. "He. Kissed. You."

"It's not new," Kat replied, putting wet clothes in the dryer. "It doesn't mean anything, Aisha."

"It doesn't mean anything my ass woman! He wants you! Adam just doesn't go around kissing random people, hell, I only get kisses like that when it's been more than a month since we've last seen each other," Aisha stated firmly.

Kat sighed, "We're just friends Aisha, friends," she stressed. "Now come on, you can help me start dinner," she said, dragging one of her best friends upstairs.

"Just friends my ass," Aisha murmured under her breath.

After dinner, Aisha was sitting on the counter next to the sink, watching Adam and Kat do up the dinner dishes. Time to push things along, she thought to herself. "So Adam, whatever happened to Darla?" She asked nonchalantly, giggling to herself when Adam nearly dropped the dish he was drying.

"Who is Darla?" Kat asked in barely veiled jealously. Ha, I was right, she does want him, Aisha thought as she watched Kat.

Adam looked over at Aisha, glaring daggers at her and raising an eyebrow when she smiled innocently.

"Adam? Who's Darla?" Kat asked again, scrubbing at a dish harder than was necessary.

Adam looked over at Kat, watching her carefully, wondering why she was torturing that poor dish. "Darla was just a girl I had dated a few times," Adam said casually, stealing the dish from Kat before she washed the pattern off of it.

"Oh."

"But Adam," Aisha hid a smirk before looking over at them, "I thought she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever laid eyes on," she said sweetly.

"Oh really?" Kat asked, giving Adam an unreadable look.

"I might have over-exaggerated," Adam said quickly, "Besides, it was awhile ago, we'd just gone out a few times; it didn't mean anything." Why am I trying to justify myself? He thought after a moment, he looked over at Kat, oh yah, that's why, "I haven't seen her in about 7 months or so," he added, keeping the 'since I ran into you', inside his head. Is she jealous? Over me?

"Oh, I see," Kat said turning her attention back to the dishes.

Aisha waited a few moments, until the silence was getting to be unbearable, "Hey Adam, why don't you see if Mama Park can watch Anaya so we can all go out tonight? I saw a flyer for a new jazz club that just opened up last week."

"It has been awhile since we've gone out," Kat said with a smile. "I read good reviews about that club in the paper too."

"I'll go call mama, you help Kat finish up the dishes," Adam said as he headed out of the room, trying to clear his head as his mind raced a mile a minute. What is going on here? He thought to himself with a sigh, running a hand over his head.