A/N: A little chat about their sons' yes their sons'. Hope you like.

Chapter Seventeen

"I should have had more," he tosses his fork and it makes a clinging sound when it hits the plate.

She swallows the last piece of her chicken dinner, "What?"

"More evidence, if I found more she would have been convicted."

She leans forward, "First of all it's we and second the defense lawyer for her side put on such a song and dance that I think the jury took a shine to him and poor Carver well…."

"He didn't have enough," he motions for the waiter to refill his glass. "We should have waited."

"Yes Sir," the short stout man says as he nears the table.

Holding up his glass that has only ice cubes remaining, "I'll have another," he points across the table, "Alex?"

She lifts up the glass, "Sure, why not."

The waiter takes the glasses from them. "Yes Sir, Ma'am," he nods his head, "Anything else?"

"Not now," they answer in unison.

He shakes his head, "What? Where was I," rubbing his eyes. "Oh yeah, she was secure in her so called marriage. She wasn't going to go anywhere for awhile."

"So that's what you've been brooding about all night," she wipes her mouth with the red cloth napkin. "No wonder you've been so quiet."

The waiter returns with the drinks. "Thank you," they say simultaneously.

"Come on Bobby, forget it. Some you win and some you lose."

"Well aren't we Miss Rationalization, it's not that I lost it's that she won." He downs half the drink, then sets the glass down on the table. "Don't you get it," he points to the air on his right side. "She's out there waiting, waiting for someone else to terrorize and when she does it will be," he picks up the glass. "Well they had her and they let her go," he says with a sarcastic tone.

"We….are not they Bobby, we did our job." She picks up her glass as she sits back in the seat, "Unfortunately I see your point. But what can we do about?" She shrugs her shoulders. "If we watch her, we'll be charged with harassment and knowing Nicole she definitely will press charges against us. And there is no way in hell we should get screwed for that bitch. Face it partner," she takes a sip of her drink. "We just have to wait." Alex sits up as a large grin appears on her face, "Maybe she'll move to another state and live in one of the four other homes that," she snaps her fingers. "That," she rubs her forehead hoping that it will jog her memory. "Shit what the hell is his name?" her words are a bit slurred.

He smiles, "Gavin Haynes."

She slaps the table with her hand, "That's right." She moves unsteadily back and forth, "Whoa this drink is….I haven't had any alcohol for nine months and I'm feeling this one…." She smiles, "And it feels great." He chuckles lightly at the redness that has suddenly appeared on her face. Her smile fades as quickly as it appeared. "Nine months," she says solemnly. "I carried that little boy inside of me for nine months."

"You say that as if you don't see him," he says surprisingly. "I….I thought you went to visit him."

"I did but….this job…." She rubs her eyes, "The last few Sundays my sister has brought him to me, that way they get some alone time and I….you know, every time I see him, he changes so much," she says sweetly, thinking of the little boy. "My family, well my Mom is having a problem with my sister bringing him over."

"Maybe she thinks that's it torturing you when he leaves." She remains silent. She only nods her head. "How do you feel when he leaves?"

"You know I think it would be more torture if I never got to spend time with him. I am so grateful that she is willing to share him with me, when I'm not on the job, which is all the time."

"I hear ya. I think you need time with him to heal and it seems to me that your sister is supportive of your needs. She seems willing and strong enough to share him with you."

"Yes she is strong and secure. Maybe that's why I did it in the first place. I knew after the baby was born that she would include me in his life and not be afraid that I was going to try and be his mother. I hope it continues and she doesn't just….It has worked well so far because we try to put each other in the others shoes. I also made a promise to myself that I would never press my values on her, or ever offer any advice she hasn't ask for. But all and all," she lowers her head.

"What? Tell me."

She raises her head slowly and pauses as she looks into his warm, dark eyes, she smiles as she realizes that if anyone would understand, he would. "I think I am a bit jealous, I shouldn't be, but I am. I…." she turns her head away from his gaze. "You think we'll ever have kids?"

"I don't know, never say never," he lightly grabs her chin turning it forward, leaning his head to the left to catch her eye; "You want to have a baby don't you?"

She waves her hand across the table, "I had the chance….No," she shakes her head, "No, no enough about that, what's past is past, right?" He smiles as he nods his head, knowing now is not the time to press her, "So," she says before taking a quick sip of her drink, "How's your son?"

"What?"

"Tony, how's Tony?"

"He's doing great, he has a 4.0 average and he's making friends and…." He leans forward, "He has a girlfriend, that screwed up kid has a girlfriend. Can you believe that?"

She frowns, "Why do you say it like that?"

"No….no reason," he turns his gaze away from hers.

"Be happy for him."

"I am." He exclaims which captures the attention of diners. He rubs his forehead. "I am," he says softly.

"I believe you are, but something is bothering you, what is it?"

He plays with the straw, staring at it and using it to stir his drink, "He's changed, that's for sure. He's beginning to have a life, a good life." He removes the straw and tosses it on the table, "As for me, nothing. I don't have anything more now then I did when I first met him."

She sets her glass down on the table noisily, "Thanks a lot," she crosses her arms.

"Huh?" her stare is ominous. He frowns at the sight, being slightly intoxicated his mind is a tad off kilter. Moments later her stare has not diminished, then….he bites his lip. "Man if looks…." He leans forward speaking softly, "I have a lot of friends and acquaintances but…." He shrugs his shoulders, "Hell they're all, they don't want to hear about this."

She leans forward, "Same goes for me, it is nice to have someone to talk to that doesn't judge me and listens, listens to what I have to say. Thanks Bobby." She picks up the glass and finishes her fourth drink, "I can't drive home."

"Huh," he raises his eyebrows.

"I said I can't drive home."

He finishes his fifth drink, "Me either," he calls to the waiter, then turns to face Alex, "One more round?"

"Sure," she laughs aloud, "What the hell."

I'm going to end it here.

Be back soon with an update.

Later….The Mominator