I know, it's still a bit on the short side, but I think I might be able to get another update out tomorrow. Unfortunately, I also have homework and a new HD TV to mess with, not to mention the Apple TV gadget we just HAD to have. :( It really wasn't necessary and it was expensive. Anyway, here's what I got until next time. And I don't have any idea when the next update will be. The only I know is that if it's not tomorrow, I'll post next weekend.

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Lindsey tugged Sara by the hand in to the living room with a wide smile as I headed in to the kitchen to make brunch. I laughed when I heard Lindsey ask Sara a personal question I was eager to know the answer to.

"So…how much do love my mommy?"

I watched Sara's face light up with a rosy-red and tried my best to stifle a laugh.

"Well…uh, um…"

"She's on to us," I informed her. "It's okay to give her a straight answer."

"Kind of hard when the relationship has too many curves, twists and turns to ever be considered straight."

She kept me smiling with her last comment and I looked down at the expectant face of my little girl. "Have her wait to long and she'll start bouncing off the walls, picking on you until you tell her," I pointed with a blue spatula I used for eggs at Lindsey.

"Right. I'm not used to dealing with kids."

"But you're already a natural, Sar Sar. You bought her affection with a gift. Now all you have to do is make her understand every time you're here you won't always give her nice things."

"Come on, Sara. My mommy'll do the same thing."

I started to blush at the stove with a thick smile, but I didn't care who saw. I knew Lindsey was telling Sara the truth and I knew I would force that kind of information out of Sara all the same.

"Okay, I love you're mommy so much that I'm willing to call her mommy like you do. Usually only people who are married do that."

My eyes went wide and I dropped the spatula in the pan with the not-yet-scrambled-eggs and turned to face the two of them. Lindsey beamed with all kinds of glee and excitement while Sara gave me a look of sincerity and passion, love. There was no turning back now. I had to ask her at some point when I felt she, as well as Lindsey, was comfortable with such a big decision, to move in with us.

"That's cool…but…you aren't married."

"No, we're not, which proves my answer on how much I love her," Sara continued to explain.

"Oh," Lindsey finally understood the basics of what Sara had gotten at and spread a smile across her face. "So…when can we make forts?"

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Eddie called a couple hours after breakfast. He wanted to talk to Lindsey and I reminded him of our conversation about Bryce and the bimbo he claimed was his fiancée. Bryce was his illegitimate son whom he had only a year within our marriage. His excuse was that our marriage at that time was rocky and he hated couples therapy. Nothing seemed worth it between the two of us and when he met what's-her-name, he thought he had found the Holy Grail.

He told me he hadn't known about Bryce until he came out to his mistress about considering divorce a little less than a year ago. That's when I told him where he could shove it if he didn't find a time machine, but then I got reasonable and explained that he still had limited rights to our daughter's life and that Bryce could hang out with her, but I didn't want his slut around her. He agreed, but I had a good feeling that whore was going to pop up around Lindsey ever once in a while and no one had much control of it now that her six year old was involved.

Damn him and his sperm. Why can't that dirty ass just keep it in his pants?

Lindsey had wandered off inside as she wanted to go out back for the crisp morning air that had become so rare in Vegas. I had the pool uncovered in case she wanted me to take her for a quip dip and the breeze had a soothing ripple effect on the pure and clear blue water. I was intently focused on it with thoughts of strangling my bastard of a cheating ex-husband when Sara's voice resonated in a question within the depths of my mind.

I came out of my reverie and furrowed my brows at her. The concerned look she sported made me feel guilty and I knew I had to tell her what was going on with Eddie, but she wouldn't tell me anything so I tried to put up a front I knew she would see right through. I wanted her to feel the same way I did about her keeping her reasons for being here from me.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if you were okay. You look a little…murderous," Sara turned her body in the lounge chair next to mine, a small round table the only thing that physically kept us a bit apart. She gave me her full attention and seemed incredibly interested in my answer.

I sighed. I wasn't her. I couldn't be so cold as to keep her out. "It's Eddie. He told me a lot of things that I wish never happened."

Sara waited for me to dig deeper into the trouble and I rushed through the story. When I was finished, she was sitting on my lounge chair, molding her body into my left side as she kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.

"Now I can't tell you why I'm here," she said before she kissed my forehead again as she stared deeply into the pool over my head.

"What? Why the hell not?" I would be lying if I said she wasn't pissing me off with her inadvertence. Here I poured out every last drop of all the emotions that filled me up and she decided it's impossible to tell me what the hell was going on with her. If she kept up that kind of attitude, I wouldn't ask her to move in.

"I don't want you to worry about everything else on top of your own personal problems. I never wanted to do that and I never will."

I straightened in the chair and gained a bit more control. I was going to let her have it when Lindsey sprang back into the picture and I remembered who came first. My issues with Sara would have to wait a little longer than I hoped, which was never; so a little might have been a tiny understatement.

"Daddy said I could go with him and Bryce to a movie tonight. He wants to be here at seven. I don't want to go if Sara's here though."

"Oh, don't worry, kiddo. Even if I'm not here when you get back, that won't mean I'm gone forever."

Lindsey smiled and jogged over, cutely I might add, and crashed down between Sara and I. "Kay."

I grinded my teeth in deep thought and couldn't help but think what would happen if Sara frustrated me too much. Lindsey only had so much time to really get used to things with her mature mind putting all the right puzzle pieces in their right place. If I broke it off with Sara for her distance, it could break my daughter.

"Catherine? Is there still something nagging you?"

"I'm not sure yet," I lied for Lindsey's sake and my lack of decisiveness. I needed to know what exactly I felt before I came to any rash solutions.

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"Bye, Linds. I promise tomorrow we'll work on some forts," Sara said to Lindsey as she retreated out the front door after Eddie and Bryce.

Eddie was confused when he saw Sara, but he didn't ask any questions and made the safe observation she and I were only friends. If he knew we were in a relationship, we would have yet another thing to argue about. With Eddie, he held a double standard for everything. Him being with his blonde misfit was not okay by any means according to me, but to him she was perfect mom material. For me, I knew Sara, once we got past a few speed bumps, would be great to have around Lindsey and wasn't someone who would take off and screw everything up. To Eddie, it was wrong to even think bisexual. The only time he considered it acceptable was when he was going to get bonked by two attractive girls that were all over each other.

The door shut with a wave from Eddie and Lindsey and Bryce struck up a conversation so soon. When it was only the two of us left, I pounced on Sara with questions.

"Why are you here?"

"Are we really going back to this, Cat? Why can't we just enjoy a moment or two before we fly off the deep end about stupid things."

"Because it's not stupid, Sara! You have no idea how worried about you I was before…when you were still in San Francisco. I'd heard a few things about make-up and not showing for work. I'd heard it all until you said you were leaving. So what the hell happened and why won't you tell me?"

I really didn't want to get emotional, but I was about to cry. She infuriated me, but I still cared the world about her. I wasn't sure, but I figured that was love. We were having communication problems and that was something that could be fixed. I was determined to fix it.

"Okay…yeah, I think it's time we talked," she finally admitted.

We both sighed and found comfortable positions on the couch. We sat close enough to not feel like strangers, but we had our own personal space to breath. It was cozy and convenient with the notion of understanding, support, and the love we shared. We were getting somewhere and I was glad it was now compared to later.

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