All right! I finally got this update out. :D I feel so great to be posting this, so HERE IT IS. ;) (Oh, and sorry for all the errors. I even went back to look for them, but could only snag and fix a few.)

Enjoy. :)

"Eddie normally doesn't call, but it's normal for Lindsey to find a phone and check in with me. He said they were going to be home two hours ago!"

Sara kept up with my anger and tried to calm me down, but nothing she did would ever settle the scare in the pit of my stomach. I hadn't heard from Lindsey since she went with Eddie and Bryce last night and even though Eddie could be a great father to my little girl, he could also be more than a bit reckless. I had panicked for the past hour and Sara tried everything from telling me things were going to be all right to humming with her soothing voice.

"Hey, I'm sure Lindsey will be fine. She's a very smart girl for her age. I can tell you she has an extremely strong will like her mom. If she gets into trouble, she'll be on her feet thinking and do anything to get back to you."

"Yeah…everything, Sara! What if some creep takes her in his van if he can promise to bring her back to me? What then, huh?"

I knew I was too harsh with her, but I was a worried mother and I would literally bite off anyone's head at that point.

"You're right, but let's think positive. Have you tried calling Eddie?"

"Yes," I sighed. "He still didn't pick up even after the tenth time I called."

"Okay, what about his girlfriend? Did you get her name? Maybe we could look her up in the phonebook and try her number."

That sounded like a good idea, so I mentally slapped my forehead wishing I had come up with that an hour ago. When I found her number in Yellow Pages, I dialed and frantically waited for her to answer.

"Hi, I'm not here right now, so leave your message and I'll call back when my kid isn't screaming his head off." Beep. I somewhat anticipated reaching her voicemail and I couldn't even stand having punched her slutty number into my phone, but it was for Lindsey.

"Hello, this is Catherine…Eddie's ex-wife. My daughter and your son were with him last night and Ed was supposed to bring Lindsey back over two hours ago. I wondered if you knew anything about their whereabouts. So…uh, if you could call me back at this number, that would be great. Thanks."

Sara wore a tired frown I had seen time and time again. She was at the same point I was, and that wasn't a good sign. I needed to find Lindsey, and when I did, Eddie would have no air left in his lungs because he was too busy being hidden among plenty of other undiscovered corpses.

"No luck, huh?"

"None. That bitch has a horrible voicemail message. It makes me hate her even more."

There wasn't a doubt in my body that my teeth grinded at that moment. Anger steamed out of the top of my head and I felt as hot as a pizza oven. I paced around like a lunatic for another minute or so while Sara pleaded for me to stop giving her a headache. I wanted to stop, but every muscle in my body screamed, "Not until you find Lindsey."

After forever ran its course, there was a knock on the door. It was sturdy, rough, like a bang or a pound. I fled to the wooden rectangle that would open my house up to anyone I allowed to see it and there stood my little girl, Eddie, and Bryce.

"She took off," Eddie said. "Bryce can't stay with me, but she left him with me."

"What?" I was generally confused at all the drama I surely saw coming from a mile away the second my rat bastard ex opened his toad mouth.

Sara walked up behind me and put a kind, gentle hand on my shoulder. I felt a bit more relaxed then I when Eddie first started his half-babble.

"Mommy, I don't want to go with daddy anymore. I wanna stay here with you and Sara," Lindsey pouted her way into my arms. I hugged her then scooped her up off the floor.

"Wait, how long with this slut be staying here," Eddie began to rattle like a snake.

"It doesn't matter, Eddie. I still have full custody and nothing like living conditions such as mine are going to be court worthy. Now get out!"

"Come on, honey," Eddie pleaded, ready to get on his knees and clasp his hands in prayer.

"Honey? Since when do you get to call me honey? We're divorced, Ed! I'm not anything to you expect maybe your worst nightmare."

"Okay," Sara tried to quietly break the tension I set for the kids with my yelling.

"Lindsey, Bryce? Why don't you two come inside and we can do something besides grown up talk."

Lindsey nodded and turned to Bryce as she began her journey inside. Bryce soon followed and Sara ushered them upstairs.

"Where the hell have you been," I gave a low bark at Eddie. The expression, "Her bite isn't as bad as her bark" didn't apply to me. I would gladly devour any poor, unfortunate soul and burp out their bones, spotless.

"I-I…we were just going out for ice cream and everything when I got a call from Mindy saying I would never see her again. She told me she didn't want to have to take care of Bryce anymore because she wasn't happy with the situation. Mainly, she wasn't happy about you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"She said I still cared way too much about you to leave you and Lindsey behind and be the family man for them. But…you know, I think she might have had a point. I do…still care too much. Maybe…we could…start over?"

My eyes jumped out of my skull like in the cartoons and I clamped my hand around the doorknob until I was sure blood trickled. "Maybe we can start over? Who the hell do you think you are? I'm in a relationship and you're asking me to give you yet another chance?"

"What?! A relationship? Are you telling me that dyke is your…girlfriend? Hell no! Lindsey's going to stay with me."

"The hell she is! And don't you ever fucking dare call Sara a dyke, you nasty ass bastard!"

"You know what, I'm leaving."

"Without Bryce? I don't think do. He's your responsibility."

"I can't take care of him right now. You know I'm hardly even okay with kids."

"Fine. Sara and I will watch him for a week. If you don't come back for him I'm going to take it up with Social Services."

"Yeah, okay. A week…I can handle that. Thanks." He was about to shoot away like a bat out of hell when I caught him off guard with a question.

"Is he in school yet?

"Um, uh, yeah. The elementary down the street from my place."

I sighed and nodded my consent for him to run along and he sprinted like a little girl back to his car. After I watched him turn the corner, I huffed back inside with the door slammed shut. For a second I glanced around the house with confusion before I herd Lindsey's loud, tickled giggle.

I headed up the stairs with a smile and furrowed brows. My daughter being tickled was strange to hear. I hardly ever did it myself and yet… Sara had Lindsey, on the ground, in a giggle fest in our room, formerly known as my room.

"Mo-homy…make it…sto-hop," Lindsey giggled her way through the plea.

My smile expanded and Sara looked up to find me stifle a laugh. She shook her head with an ear-to-ear smile, flashing her gap teeth.

"Pick on someone your own size," I laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind," she seductively grinned as she relinquished Lindsey. Bryce gave a small laugh on our bed.

I swear my knees wobbled and my thighs melted at Sara's sultry and suggestive tone. I forced half of an "I can't wait" smile without the flirting and half hugged Lindsey when she rammed into my legs for protection. I laughed as I gave her hair a few reassuring strokes.

She turned and looked at Sara with a sweet smile that we both exponentially loved. Bryce jumped from the bed and looked lost. I felt for the kid, but I believed there was nothing we could really do for him.

"Where's Eddie," Sara asked me, though by the look on her face I could tell she already knew what came next.

"He's going to take care of a few other things, but he should be back for Bryce at the end of the week."

Sara looked at Lindsey and Bryce. I knew she wanted to pres me about the loser I married and divorced in record time, but she wouldn't with the kids open eared and fragile.

"Uh, Lindsey? Why don't you show Bryce your room while I talk to your mom for a second."

Lindsey tightly pressed her lips together and nodded with sad eyes. She seemed to fell something was wrong and anything that had to do with me upset her. But she gritted her teeth and attempted to bear whatever Sara and I were going to throw at each other and furthermore her.

She silently got Bryce to follow her down the hall and into the room. Sara waited to hear the door shut before she shut ours and resumed the more adult conversation.

"What if he doesn't come back for Bryce?"

"I told him I'd get Social Services involved."

"You can't do that. I know it would seem like the right thing to do, but you can't just hand him off to the judicial system. That would be setting him up for a life of misery."

"And how would you know?"

"Because I went through several foster homes when I grew up."

She appeared shocked at her own words and it sounded as though she blurted out more about her past than she wanted to yet. I knew about her brother, but I didn't know much else. Details weren't important if she didn't want to talk about her past, but if she ever though a shoulder to cry on would be great, I'd make sure my shoulder was perfectly in place.

I approached Sara and wrapped her into my arms. The hug held for a good two minutes before Sara half broke away and rested her forehead against mine.

"Talk about sudden," she lightly laughed. I mimicked her laugh and gave her waist a warm squeeze.

"Yeah, but…at least it's out there," I smiled seconds before my lips met hers for a tender kiss. As we separated, I then sighed both out of content and frustration. "So then what are we supposed to do if he flakes?"

"Would you be willing to adopt him?"

I thought about it with a bite to my lower lip and furrowed bows, my eyes deeply concentrated on the pt I wanted to kiss the most. "I'm not sure. Maybe you could adopt him. I already have one of my own so maybe…we could legally have a say in each of them."

"Why are you staring at my breast?"

I held my eyes level with her chest for a few more seconds before blue eyes met brown. "Are you sure that's the right question to be asking?"

Sara grinned. "If I'm going to pick on someone my own size…I don't want two kindergarteners on the other side of hat wall. Besides, we had our fun before Eddie showed up late."

I pouted. Not only did I ache for Sara, but I also craved raised body heat. I wanted my heart to pound, sweat to fall, lips to travel all over my body, my hands to clench and unclench around my bed sheets as nails raked over my sides, chapped lips, dry mouth, and of course for Sara and I to tangle together with our bodies and the sheets after we both had out fix.

I licked my lips at the thought when I realized Sara laughing at me. I cleared my throat while she regained her composure and within the blink of an eye, she pinned me against the wall.

I felt her breath on my neck. I felt her teeth softly scrape down past my sternum as she slipped off my bra. I felt her hands rubbing my arms up and down as if to keep me warm. I felt her press her tongue flat against my flesh and give a single lick back up the path she made with her teeth. I felt my shirt slickly tugged from me starting at the shoulders. I felt a throbbing between my legs and I felt the need for more contact.

I pulled her into my body as far as I could without her being forced to remain still. My hands passionately pressed against her back as she licked and sucked on one of my erect nipples and rubbed the other. I stifled a moan and arched my back so her mouth could gain better access to my breast.

She truly made me believe I was a sex addict, but at the same time she made me forget to care.

Unfortunately, she ripped herself away from e and a rush of cold swept over my body. I groaned with my eyes still relaxed shut. I heard her giggle and my brain kicked back into gear.

I opened my eyes and looked at Sara and then down at my half naked state.

I didn't care that she could see me shirtless because she had definitely seen me that way on more than one occasion, but with her laughing, I wanted to run into the bathroom, lock myself in, and wait until I had the change to intimately mortify her.

"You want me bad," she grinned.

"Of course I do," I answered with a wavering voice as I hastily picked up my shirt and bra and slapped them against my chest for coverage. I was frantic…like a woman on the edge.

"Are you made at me," she asked seriously. She seemed sad to see me angry.

"Well, when you tease me it's one thing, but when you tease and laugh at me…it's another."

Sara frowned and peeled off her shirt. She forced a smile that posed a silent question and unclasped her bra. She matched me in articles of clothing and I laughed before I dropped my shirt and bra back to the floor. I sauntered toward her and she reached her arms behind he small of my back. I did the same to her.

Our breasts brushed and I fought the fluttering of y eyes. Sara swiped her lips against mine and darted her tongue out to give my upper lip a quick lick. I whimpered and slumped into her embrace like putty. She caught me and brushed our lips together again. Her warm breath stuck to my bottom lip until it evaporated and she swiftly jabbed her tongue out again I pressed my lips to hers and mimicked her tongue action. Our mouths were fused and I tasted a piece of heaven: Sara Sidle.

"Mm," I moaned as she pushed her knee up between my thighs. For not wanting to go far, Sara acted as though she was about to throw caution to the wind.

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