A/N: I know it's been months since I've last updated and I apologize. I've been rethinking the story of Kris and Junior for the couple of chapters I have written up already and I plan on tweeking a few things. Luckily, Chapter 4 has been edited and now I can continue from here. Please bare with me if my updates take long. Anyway, enjoy Chapter 4 from Junior's perspective. Tell me what you think!

Junior Davis

"Knock knock?"

I look up from the paperwork I was reviewing and see Matt at the doorway of my office.

"Yeah man, what's up?" I say.

"I just saw Wildfire and Flame back there. Flame is looking pretty good."

"I wish I can say the same about his times." I say sadly. Flame's times are not looking too good, but I don't want to discourage Kris.

"Flame will come around. Wildfire was just as stubborn. I bet Kris can break Flame in." Matt says reassuringly.

I agree completely with Matt, but how can I let Kris ride Flame with the condition she's in. Flame is pretty wild at times. He could easily throw Kris off.

"Kris is too busy over at Raintree." I tell him. Though I meant it as a joke.

"She's not too busy. She can squeeze some time for Flame." he ignores my feeble attempt.

"Yeah, I guess she can." I lie.

There's a silence that I've been trying to avoid with Matt. I already know why he came in my office in the first place. And the only person he wants to talk about really is-

"So, what's up with Kris?" he finally blurts out, interrupting my thoughts.

I don't really know what to say. "Kris? Oh, she's fine. She'll be fine." I can tell I'm not lying too well. "It's just some cold she's been complaining about." I add.

"She was fine a minutes ago and then all of a sudden she's throwing up guts into the toilet." Thanks for the visual, Matt.

"I don't know. Aren't colds suppose to be weird like that? Why don't you ask Kris yourself? It's her body." I didn't hide the irritation in my voice.

"Sorry. It's just that I was thinking too, you know?" he says. Here is the conversation that I am just dreading.

"Thinking about what now?" I ask hurriedly. I just want to get back to work.

"About you and Kris. She's not..." he cuts off.

"Not what?" But I know what. This is so frustrating and so hard. Matt is my best friend. I can't even tell him my big news.

"She's not pregnant, is she?" he finally says.

"Uh, I don't think so. Kris would have told me." I can hear the trueness in my voice, though every word is false. "Don't worry so much about Kris. She's a big girl, Matt. She can take care of herself." I say this for good measure with a wave of my hand as if it's nothing.

"If you say so. I just don't think it'll be a good idea to have Kris preg-"

"Matt! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere." Dani comes bursting in, cutting off Matt's sentence. Good timing, Dani.

"Why, what's going on?" Matt asks.

"Kris is waiting in the car. We have to drop her off at Raintree and head off to our appointments." I can tell Dani is annoyed at having to explain herself. She's so worked up these days.

"What appointments? I have to help Kris train." Matt says. He looks to me, looking for back up. I avoid his eyes and look down at my desk.

"Matt, we need too look for more venues, pick out the flowers, arrange the catering and pick our invitations. I already told Jean that we're doing this today. She said that Pablo will take over for you." She says this all in a rush and I can tell Matt is not comprehending. "Speaking of Kris.." Dani continues, "she told you she'll call you once she's at Raintree. Which I don't see why, but that's what she said. I told her she should just stay home since she's not feeling too well, but she said she was fine." I realize a second too late that she's speaking to me.

"Thanks Dani. Do you guys mind taking this conversation else where? I need to get back to work." I say, putting emphasis on the last sentence. I really can't deal with all this at the moment.

"Yeah, whatever. Come on, Matt. We're going to be late." I can see Dani pulling Matt by the arm as they head out the door.

As I hear their footsteps fade away, I can't help but wonder why Matt hates the wedding plans so much. I can understand the flowers and all the girly crap, but I at least got involved without complaints. I was just happy to marry Kris. Matt seems to hate everything. I know Dani is a little crazy, but he should be excited about the wedding. He's the one who asked. When I ask him how the plans are going, he just shrugs and says it's fine. I don't know, but I feel like Matt's heart is not really into it. But then again, maybe it's just me.

And what about Kris? What the heck is she going to tell Jean and Pablo. She could probably ride, but what if she falls off? No baby could survive that kind of fall, especially this early in the pregnancy. God, we're in such a mess. I run my fingers through my hair. I feel so stressed out all of a sudden. I realize things are going to be quite difficult. I want to tell Matt everything, but at the same time, I don't want to tell him. Once you tell one person, it'll spread like wildfire. Ha! How ironic. Kris and I are in deep trouble with our families. We just started out, no place of our own. I can't expect my dad to harbor a mini Kris or a mini Junior when it's been so hard for him just to be in the same room with Kris. I don't know anymore. Why can't my father see Kris the way I see her? I let out a big sigh and place my head into my hands.

"Too much work for you Junior?" someone says.

I look up and realize it's my father. When did he get here? "No, just a little overwhelmed." I reluctantly tell him. I hope he hasn't read my mind through the expression on my face.

"Is there some sort of problem?" Ken asks me. I can tell it's it open ended question.

I let out another sigh. "No dad. Things are fine."

"Are you sure? Looks like Kris is getting sick. Is there something going on that I don't know about?" It's obvious he didn't believe Kris earlier.

Curiosity killed the cat I want to say. "No. It's nothing. What's with the twenty one questions?" I'm starting to get irritated.

"No twenty one questions, Junior. I just want to know. Maybe I can help."

"You possibly can't help me." I say this before I even think it.

"What is that suppose to mean?" Ken asks dubiously. I close my eyes for a minute thinking if I can continue this conversation. It'll only end badly.

I take a deep breath. "Dad, you haven't been much help at all." I tell him through clenched teeth.

The patient expression on his face disappears. "What do you mean I haven't been much help to you? I've done more around this farm that you have! I've been running this farm far longer than you ever will!" I can tell he's containing himself. He doesn't want to start a fight, but I think I do.

"Not about the farm." I start to say. "I'm talking about Kris." The topic about Kris will surely throw him off into a rage.

He's turning red, meaning he's angry now. "Kris! Kris! What has this conversation have anything to do with Kris? I've been an angel around that woman! No! Don't even look at me that way Junior! I have been very polite to her. If there's anyone you should be criticizing it's her!"

Did he just say what he just said? He's the one putting up with all the shit? No. No. I don't think so.

I can feel the fury radiating out of me. I stand up and say, "No. Kris has been putting up with your attitude towards her for so long! Kris is the one who is always trying to be polite! She's the one who tries. And what the hell was going on this morning at breakfast! You wouldn't even consider what Kris was saying? All that talk about how she doesn't do anything around here! That's ridiculous! She doesn't do much around here because you won't let her. You don't even realize that you're putting her down all the time!"

"If you know how I feel about her, then why did you marry her in the first place, Junior? My god! You know I hate the girl! I've always hated her! She's not good enough for you! She's no good period!" he yells out.

This hits me hard. "I thought you were ok with me marrying Kris." I say softer, hurt.

"Junior, I've accepted the fact that you love her and want to be with her. I cannot change that. It does not mean I like her nor have I accepted her into this family gracefully. I especially don't agree with the marriage, but I had no choice because you wanted to marry her. I just tolerated her for you." he says this in a lighter tone, but the intensity of it was still there.

"You're not doing anything for me. This is not what I want. I want you to see why I love her. Kris is great, dad. Haven't you seen that yet?" I didn't realize how painful it is that up until now, my own father can't accept my wife.

"God, I don't know Junior. I just never thought you would go and marry someone like Kris. It is hard to accept that. Honestly, I thought you two wouldn't even last a year, but obviously you guys have."

"So what now? Are you just going to continue to hate her and wish she wasn't my wife?" I asked. The anger was overtaking me again.

"Don't be so overly dramatic Junior. I've been good to Kris. I even let you guys stay here, right?"

"I am not being dramatic. God! You're impossible!"

"What do you want from me, huh Junior? You want me to like Kris more? Do you want me to shower her with my love because she's my daughter-in-law? Is that what you want?" he's being sarcastic now.

"That's not what I want! I want you to get to know Kris. Spend time with her, learn to like her. Maybe even learn to love her. You guys have something in common."

"What in the world do I have in common with Kris?" he asks bewildered.

"Horses. Racing. Both of you love that. Why can't you just accept the fact that Kris and I are married and she's your daughter-in-law now. She's my wife and I love her and we're going to have your grandchildren one day." I made sure not to mention the present, but the future.

"You're asking too much Junior. I accepted that you want her in your life and that you love her. I accepted the fact that you want her to stay here and I especially allowed her to work in Raintree when she should be working here. She should be riding for us. So no Junior. I don't think I can accept this marriage or accept the fact that she is your wife and my suppose to be daughter-in-law. She's not what I wanted for you and she still is not. Don't ask me for anymore Junior. I have given up a lot. I'm willing to be nice and polite around her, but it doesn't mean I like her or want her around." he says this all in a rush of anger in spite and hatred. He hates Kris that much to not even consider liking her for me. For his own son. Selfish bastard.

I don't say anything because I don't know what to say. I can't make someone do something out of their own will.

"If there is nothing else to say, I shall go back to work." He says angrily as he turns around on his heels and walks out.

He's already gone by the time I realize that he didn't mention about Kris and I having kids one day.

I sit back in my seat, suddenly exhausted from it all and throw my head into my hands. I ask myself, "what on earth am I going to do?"