Well…. I didn't finish watching the Cosby Show but I didn't finish this either. I should be washing the dishes or studying for my exams or practicing for the Spring Musical. NO offense but Smokey Joe's Cafe has way to much dancing. I got dropped like 5 times by this week friend of mine. Now I am partners by girl who is shorter and stronger than me. Lolz. But I love it.

…bluejay511…

"So will you try to give May a chance?"

"I don't know." Misty nodded her head moving away from him. He moved closer and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you more."

"No." She playfully screamed as he kissed her neck. She was pulled closer to him.

This was the best part of arguing and they both knew it. Ash and Misty had been together like this kissing, hugging, touching and whispered soft romantic words into each others' ears. The longer they spent in that room so close together, made her feel emotionally attached. Being emotionally attached to him, she was forced to say everything on her mind. The first thing that popped out of her mouth while they were kissing was, "What's wrong with me?" She shouted it as if it was a painful cry that had crept itself up from the bottom of no where. The amount of anger and desperation in her voice was very recognizable.

"What are you talking about?" he replied in a soft voice just barely spoken above a whisper. He was still kissing her neck softly as if she had said nothing covered by the intensity of the moment.

"What is wrong with me?" She cried out forcing half forcing herself to pull away. Her back was turned towards him trying to hold back tears that she knew were threatening to fall from her eyes.

Ash was puzzled by the question as if it was the first time she had asked the question. "How do you ask such a question while we were making love? There is nothing wrong with you. What would make you think such a thing." He said with a sense of anger in his voice. Along with the anger in his voice was an existing sensitivity.

Without even looking at the woman in front of him, he was still able to tell that she was crying. He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck twice before speaking. He kissed the back of her shoulder and wrapped his hands around her waist. He held her close to him and asked again, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... Everything... Something."

"Come on. What's bothering you now?"

"No. It doesn't matter." She sighed inwardly and looked away trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

"Yes. You must. I have to know what is bothering my wife. I do love you, you know." He smiled turning her head to peck her on the lips. "Go on. Tell me."

"I love you, Ash. I've given up so many things to be here with you. I've left my family behind, my friends, my loved ones, my country, my people and what little of my culture I had before. I gave it up all for love. I even gave up my name." At this part she cried. I've given up everything that has ever made me, me. And I was and still am happy to give it up. I've changed so much since I've been in England. I' not complaining because I love you and I've tried everything to please you and make you feel happy." Misty sensed his eyes on her and felt him rub the side of her arm. "But what I want to know is what's wrong with me? What part of me must I give to make this work?"

"What are you talking about? Nothing is wrong with you. You're perfect. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes." she murmured not trying to be heard. She could feel his eyes watching her puzzled in a way. "It's so hard to believe that after so long you reject me from the only thing I've ever wanted. I've wanted you to give me everything. Everything that makes you you. I've given you all of me that I could possibly give."

"Is this about a baby? Because I am not-"

"Stop it. I've never asked you for anything. Why is it that the only thing I have ever asked for has been rejected to me for so long? Why can't I be the one to bear your flesh and blood. Am I not good enough to have your child? Please. " she begged, "What is wrong with me?"

"There is nothing wrong with you!" he shouted.

"Then what is wrong with you!" she retired back without thinking. There was a slight pause. He couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth. Silently he stood and didn't turn when she called his name multiple times. He stomped into the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom within seconds dressed. After putting on her robe, she tried to follow him. He didn't glance back at him. She put on her robe and ran all the way downstairs following him. "Ash! Wait. I'm sorry! Please! Don't walk away from me… Ash. please talk to me." She begged running after him. She grabbed him by the arm and he stopped. He moved his shoulder forcing her to let go. "Tell me what's going on!" she shouted.

"You really want to know what's going on? I've done everything I can to make you happy. I know you've given up your 'family', your 'friends', and 'France.' I'm just trying to make everything okay between us. All you think about is your self-"

"Myself! What do you mean by that? You say I've given up your 'family', you're 'friends', and 'France.' And I have. But I love you. I want and need a lot of things, Ash-"

"Like a baby. You need a baby."

"No. I want a baby. I need to spend time doing things with you. Something besides sex."

Ash looked at her strangely, "So you want a baby while at the same time you don't want to have sex?"

"I didn't mean that. I meant that I want to spend time outside of these walls. Maybe a walk in the park, a canoe ride on a lake, or a dinner, a play, or even picnic like Drew and May are-"

"So is that what this is about! You are always"

The door loudly opened revealing the butler. Although they still argued as he entered, he loudly called "Sir… Madame"

"WHAT!" they both shouted.

"Sir Aston, your mother is here."

Ash looked dumbfound at the butler as if he didn't understand him. Misty was just as shocked as he was. But before he could say a word, another voice said aloud while entering the room, "Ashton, close your mouth. It's rude to stare. Come and give your mother a hug."

Ash faked a smile and walked towards his mother to hug and kiss her cheek. "Hello Mother." At the sight of his mother, Misty tried to clover herself with the short robe. "You remember Misty, I mean Michella, right?"

Misty tried to cover herself as much as possible before reaching to shake his mother's hand, "Hello." But when she reached towards his mother, she didn't shake her hand. She pulled back and shyly. HIs mother just looked her up and down noticing she was just wearing a robe. She smirked and responded.

"So I see you are quite cozy… in your undergarments." With that another face giggled as she entered the room. Misty quickly looked towards Ash. His face seemed to drop in complete awe of the girl. Her face was perfectly made up. Her blonde hair was long and perfectly brushed with acorn of baby breaths and wild flowers in it. Her dress hugged her curves and wrapped around her shoulder blades. It was low cut and Ash didn't look away until Misty cleared her throat and crosse her arms.

"Desiree." he breathed and looked back into her eyes. "Nice to see you again."

Ash's mother just smile and Misty noticed. At that point Ash was still looking at Desiree. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Ash?"

"Oh. right… Desiree this is Misty, my… my…" he stuttered before MIsty interrupted and said, "Wife. His wife."

"Yea my wife… right…" Ash said as if to remind himself. Misty just glared at him.

"Why don't you tell her how long we've been married Ash?"

"Ummm…. Misty, Let's not start this."

"Tell her how long we've been married!" Misty had half screamed.

"We've been married two wonderful years and almost 3 in a half months." Misty's eyes brightened and she smiled.

"You remembered?" She smiled at him as the people in the house to seemed to disappear.

"Of course. They were the best years of my life and I hope for many more years together." He took her hand and kissed it. Misty was infatuated with him and he kissed her.

This time it was Ash's mother who cleared her throat. Ash broke away from their kiss, with an arm around Misty as she clinging to him. He called to Roger, "Show these lovely ladies outside to the garden. Set out our finest china and tea. And my lady and I shall return momentarily."

"NO…. Ashton, my dear, I haven't seen you in forever. Let us talk while Michella changes."

"Yes. And maybe even we could catch up." Desiree smiled seductively as she walked slowly towards him about to touch him. Misty crossed her arms and stepped in front of Ash.

"It's rude to hit on someone's husband. Well At least it's rude in my country."

"Well in my country we don't marry anyone of French origin. How drunk were he when he married you?"

Misty tried to pounce but Ash caught her before she did. "Why don't you go change and I'll escort my mother and Desiree outside?" Misty glared and had to be pushed up the stairs by Ash before she moved.

"Roger have Janet and Eloise help Misty dress. Tell them to get her down here as quick as possible."

"Yes sir." Roger said and quickly left the room.

Misty was still walking up the stairs glaring at Desiree while she smirked. "Let us go to the garden. I want you to show me everything." Desiree clung to Ash like Misty did before. Misty screamed and stomped up the stairs. Both ladies watched her.

Ash responded saying, "Don't worry about Misty. She'll be alright… Let us go."

"It seems as though your wife is always angry with you." Her mother concluded.

"That isn't true."

"Well she did look pretty angry. But the French are very angry people to the point where they can be uncivilized." Desiree concluded as she was escorted outside by Ash.

"Isn't lovely outside? It's a beautiful day today. The birds are chirping and the flowers seem to be singing praises to the sun." Ash said quickly and tensely as he tried to change the subject.

"Yes it is lovely." Desiree exclaimed agreeing.

"Especially after that depressing display earlier." His mother exclaimed.

"Look!" Ash pointed. "The Marigolds are blooming lovely this season. They are defiantly more beautiful than they were last year."

… bluejay511…

May and Drew were still in the blue bell. May was laying on Drew's chest. They were holding hands and kissing every now and then. Drew was trying to be intimate although he could tell May's mind was elsewhere. He hugged her closer, she looked up at him and smiled.

"What is it?"

"Nothing I'll be fine."

"Tell me!" Drew hugged her tighter.

"Okay." She sat up across from him and he leaned forward. She kissed him quickly and said, "Remember when I told you I was 23… I lied." Drew smirked and sat up.

"It's okay if you're older." Drew smirked. "I'm into older women." he joked.

May looked down and said, "No actually I'm younger."

"I'm into young women too…" He smirked and kissed her. "But how young are you? 21?"

"Nope. Younger."

"19." May shook her head. Drew then looked at her shocked.

"Tell me."

She murmured something softly. When he asked her to speak up she said, "17."

He shouted after her, "17!" She nodded her head after to look him in the eyes. He had stood. "Why didn't you tell me?"

At this point May stood too. "Because I wanted to be treated like an adult not like a child. If I would have told you I was 17, you would have treated me like a kid."

"Because you still are a child!" he shouted. "Oh great!" At this point he was grieved.

"What is it?" May asked concerned.

"I slept with a 17 year old virgin… I'm 23 and I slept with a 17 year old."

"I'm not stupid. I seen the blood on your sheets. I knew it."

"So what? I'm 17." May said, "You said you loved me, no matter what happened."

"I didn't expect this to happen." He turned away and she looked away from him. There was a silence. Then she cried and said, "Does that mean you don't love me?"

Drew sighed and turned towards the crying girl. "No. I didn't say that."

"Well that was how it sounded!" May shouted half angered half hurt. Her tears were visible as she turned from his gaze.

'This is what I get for messing around with 17 year olds.' he thought as he looked up.

"Hey. May look at me." At first she was reluctant to. When she did, he wiped her tears. "I didn't say that I didn't love you. I still love you. I just don't like being lied to." All she did was nod her head to show she heard him. He hugged her tightly.

"Does that mean you aren't angry with me?"

"I didn't say that." Drew pulled away and started putting the picnic away. May went to help him but Drew didn't allow it. He lifted the blanket and held the basket.

"Let me help you." May demanded.

"NO."

"Just because I'm 17 doesn't mean I can't help you."

"I know that… Come on let's go."

"Are you going to be treating me differently because I'm 17 and not 23?"

"Definitely."

… bluejay511…

I finally updated! Tell me how you like Desiree and Ash's parents. What do you think about the 6 year age difference between May and Drew. What do you think will happen when they meet the Ash's mother and Desiree. Review! It's double the length because I've been gone double the time.