Ch 31

Mark and Stacy returned to her house in the early evening leaving Shane to watch over Linda. Mark made dinner but Stacy barely touched it. She helped him clean up then she headed up to bed while he made sure the house was locked up. He came into the bedroom finding her lying on the bed flipping through a photo album.

"Stacy, they will find him," Mark tried to give her hope. She gave him a small smile caressing his face.

"Can I tell you something I thought today without you thinking I'm crazy?" she whispered looking into his eyes.

"I would never think you're crazy. You can tell me anything darling," he kissed her hand softly. "What is it?"

"When the officer said where they found my Dad's jacket, for a moment I thought maybe Stephanie had something to do with my father disappearing," she felt bad for thinking that but it felt good to let it out in the open. "I couldn't help wondering if she overheard Dad's plan to make her miserable for leaking stuff to the press about us."

"I don't think she heard but if she did, do you really think she would hurt your father over him changing the will so it didn't matter if she had a baby first?"

"I do believe she would. She is power hungry. She wants the McMahon legacy. Shane and I have told Dad a million times just let her have it. Neither one of us wants it as much as her," Stacy ran her fingers over the last family portrait her family had taken before she graduated high school. "I hope my feeling is wrong and she didn't do something insane."

"Steph is nuts but not to that extreme. I wonder where Adam was at the time," Mark said as a thought came to his mind.

"Adam worships my Dad. I doubt he would do anything to jeopardize his precious career," Stacy closed the book putting it to the side. "Let's not talk about my sister or Adam for the rest of the night," she moved closer to him wrapping her arm around his waist.

"Ok darling, want to watch a movie?" he ran his fingers through her hair. She gazed into his eyes for a moment.

"Mark, you're the best at taking my worries away please do it right now," she whispered kissing him. He smiled kissing her passionately knowing the perfect way to distract her.

A few hours later, Stacy's cell phone started to ring. Stacy jumped up answering it hoping it was news about her Dad.

"Stacy, I didn't do anything to your Dad. You have to talk to the police and tell them I would never bother him. They have been harassing me for hours," Adam exclaimed into her ear.

"I'm not talking to anyone for you," she responded about to hang up the phone when Mark grabbed it.

"Adam, leave her alone. If you didn't do anything then you have nothing to fear. Stacy can't help you anymore," Mark hung up the phone tossing it on the nightstand. "He has some balls calling you after what he did," Mark gathered her in his arms.

"Adam will always be self centered," Stacy ran her fingers along his bare chest. "I'm thinking about going down to the kitchen for a late night snack want to come?"

"Sure darling," he kissed her deeply. She smiled getting out of bed grabbing his t-shirt he tossed to the side slipping it on. He tugged on a pair of shorts following after her.

"Do you want a strawberry sundae?" she asked turning on the kitchen light.

"Sounds good little girl," he sat down on a stool watching as she made the sundaes. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes big guy thanks to you," she kissed him as she passed by to grab the strawberries from the counter. He reached out pulling her onto his lap. He stared into her eyes running his strong fingers along her cheek very slowly. Her heart beat quickened when he leaned down running his lips along hers then kissed her neck making her long for his warm kiss on her lips. His fingers trailed along the sides of her body. She melted against him then suddenly froze when she heard the light thuds of something hitting the front glass.

"Do you hear that?" she asked looking towards the living room.

"Yeah, stay here I'll …," he didn't get to finish his sentence as the loud sound of shattering glass made them both jump as the dogs started to growl and run into the living room. "What the hell?" Mark shot up protectively moving in front of Stacy.

"Stacy? Stacy? I'm sorry I didn't mean to break the window. I ...," Adam's voice came from outside.

"Unbelievable, call the police," Mark handed her the phone.

"Mark, don't go out there," she kept a hold of his arm.

"Darling, I'm not planning to," he kissed her forehead. "Make the call," he headed into the living room seeing Adam peering through the broken window.

"Mark, I'm sorry I need to talk to Stacy. She won't talk to me. I need her help," Adam backed away from the window.

"You're going to need a lot of help once I get my hands on you," Mark threatened making Adam back away more.

"Damn it, she is still my wife! I want to talk to her now! Stacy!" Adam yelled louder as Stacy stayed in the doorway shaking her head.

"The police will be here shortly," Stacy softly said as Mark looked in her direction.

"I'll keep an eye on things till they get here," his gaze shifted back to Adam pacing in the front yard with a crazed look on his face. Stacy sank into a nearby chair as all the stress started to crash down on her again. "Where in the hell is he going now?" Mark wondered out loud as Adam stopped stared into the woods then started running.

"What's he doing?" Stacy asked seeing the bewildered look on Mark's face.

"He went into the woods. Maybe he is trying to get away from the police," Mark looked into the dark woods.

"Stacy, come out here now! Your Dad! I found your Dad!" Adam started yelling again frantically making Stacy jump up without thinking and run out of the house.

"Stacy no! He is playing a trick!" Mark raced after her as she darted into the woods.