Chapter Seven

Maxie Jones looked in the mirror of the cramped room she shared with her fiancé at the Podunk little farmhouse Luke had abandoned them in. Somehow, she had always thought being on the run would be more glamorous. Running her small hands along her swelled belly she felt the life move underneath her red, manicured nails. She stifled a laugh at rambunctious behavior of her unborn baby girl as she turned flips and kicked like crazy.

But who was she to judge her baby on rambunctious behavior? Especially when she was standing stark naked in front of a mirror while she was six months pregnant.

Maxie turned slowly as she heard the door squeak open. She knew who it was, and she had no desire to hide from him.

Nikolas' sable eyes widened at the sight before him before common sense set in for the dashing prince. Quickly, he closed the door and then turned back to his lover.

"What are you doing? What if that hadn't been me?" He questioned, walking toward her, thinking about the way of propriety and manners he'd been taught as a boy. The lustful look on Maxie's face as she reached out to him let him know that she wasn't interested in lectures tonight.

Her hand gently skimmed over the stubble along his tightened jaw as his breath quickened, but Nikolas tried to fight the desire rising inside of him. No one had ever made the dark and calculated Prince Nikolas become as unhinged as this woman did with just a touch.

"Maxie, I -- There's people everywhere. What if the kids hear?"

"They won't hear. Your mom has a whole camping thing organized out back for the kids. They won't hear," She repeated, rising on her tiptoes to place her coral-colored lips over his Adam's apple, sucking ever so slightly. Nikolas could feel his resolve crumble all around him as his palms itched to touch his nude fiancée as she stood before him, trying her damnedest to seduce him.

"Maxie, we can't do --" Nikolas murmured even as his large hands swooped down to her behind, lifting her up into his arms.

"Now that's more like it, Cassadine." Maxie said, licking her lips before bringing him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh, what the hell." He whispered into her mouth, causing her to smile as his lips moved to her neck. She could feel BJ's heart quicken at the mere anticipation of being with this man for the rest of whatever life she had, and Maxie knew that for once she had it right. This man who knew how to cook her eggs and which spots to kiss to make her quiver. He was the right guy for her.

Her shaking hands removed Nikolas of the suit that was out of place at their humble hideout. As her hot mouth kissed the valley between his pecks, Nikolas inhaled sharply, rolling them over so that she was underneath his muscular physique.

As his fingers rolled over her belly heading toward the aching place between her legs, Maxie held the intense eyes of her lover.

"Take me flying, Nikolas."

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"Penny for your thoughts," Patrick said as he came out on the back porch to find his wife gazing up at the stars as the older kids played kickball in the dusky light of nightfall. Robin gently turned to him as she shifted her position in the swing to allow him room to sit.

The crickets chirped and the children played loudly, but the silence between Robin and Patrick was deafening. For the first time since she'd known him, Robin didn't know how to act or who to be around her husband. She felt trapped and scared and alone.

It wasn't Helena that scared her. It was being alone with Patrick with no escape plan.

"I don't know. I was thinking about Sundays."

"Sundays?" He asked.

"Yeah, Sundays before everything … hit the fan. Sundays, you would hold me in bed for hours, and I felt so safe," Her voice began to crack. "I just want to feel that safe again."

"Robin…"

"I don't want to have this conversation, Patrick. Just let it be." Robin wiped her eyes and looked away from him.

"Just answer me this, Robin. Do you miss me like I miss you?"

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"Sleep, Baby. Mama's got you," Sam cooed to the sleeping girl in her arms. The moonlight cascaded through the window so vividly that Sam didn't even need to turn on Laura-Lee's night light. Not that she would need it tonight. Being on the run from Cassadines had worn the youngest Spencer out.

"Hey. Is my grandbaby asleep?" The original Laura Spencer softly said from the door. Sam looked up and nodded before placing Laura-Lee gently in the crib before checking the one next to it, seeing if MJ still dreamed sweet dreams.

"So…where do you think Luke took my husband?" Sam asked her mother-in-law, crossing her arms, annoyed greatly.

"Knowing my husband? I couldn't even narrow it down to a continent."

"How do you do it? I'm going out of my head knowing Lucky's pulling a Luke, and you're married to the original Luke."

"Patience is a virtue I've learned to endure."

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