Max seemed satisfied for a few years after gaining custody of Dwayne. He, David and Dwayne all lived in Max's Santa Carla home, and dispite a lack of feminine presence, the boys got along pretty well. David was now 6 years old and in the 1st grade, and Dwayne was 5 and just started Kindergarten.

People often mistook Dwayne for the big brother, as he was 2 inches taller than David, and looked much more like a 7 year old than a 5 year old. But both boys were mature beyond thier years. They were both quiet boys, and knew how to entertain themselves and keep quiet because they knew daddy worked nights.

They hadn't learnt of Max's true identity, and they needent, at least not for another 10 years.

One evening, after a dinner of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and Star Wars shaped mac and cheese, Max smiled at the boys.

"I want you to meet your new mother, Elizabeth." He brought fourth a dirty blonde woman who's age was hard to tell. She was obviously pregnant.

"Are you my real mom?" David asks, looking up from his Batman coloring book. "You have the same color hair and eyes I do." David's voice was cutting but calm. Something that gave Elizabeth a weird impression.

"No, but I can be your mom now." Elizabeth feigns a smile.

"Thank you, but mo thank you Elizabeth. Now if you excuse me, Dwayne and I need to take a bath. Dad? Is the Batman bubble bath still under the sink?"

"Yes, David. But remember, you two must wash behind your neck! And don't over flow the bathtub like last time!"

"Would you like me to help them? I mean, I have to learn this kind of stuff anyway." Elizabeth smiles and pats her tummy.

"No, David and Dwayne are quite responsible for thier ages. They can handle a bath."

"How old are they anyway?"

"David is 6 and and an half, and Dwayne is 5."

"They are so tall!"

"I don't go for the short types." Max smirks, smiling at the 5 feet 7 inch woman in front of him.

"I want all my sons to be tall." Max adds on. He knew what he wanted, and he knew he had to mate accordingly.

"I don't think that is up to you. I think genetics have a say in it."

"I have much more say than you may think, Elizabeth."

"Oh, okay." She nods and sits down on the white leather couch. A weird item of furniture she thought, seeing how Max was raising two boys, and soon expecting a third. She was surprised it wasn't dirty.

"My boys know better than to use that couch." Max states, as if he could read her mind. In fact, he could, but not that he would ever tell her. He didn't want to tell Elizabeth much of anything. He planned on killing her as soon as son number three was born.

He knew she wouldn't be missed. She worked as a dancer down at Mr. McHappy's; Santa Carla's infamous topless dancing bar. She went by "Cherry Coke", due to her routine where she would spray cherry cola all over herself and allow the highest bidder to lick it off. But other than to the sleazy lowlives who watched her dance, she was unknown. A runaway from Canada. Or that's what she told Max, she didn't exactly seem like the one to be very truthful about anything. But she was tall and blonde. And she was slenderly muscular. She would be perfect to make a son with, then eat her whenever the baby made his debut.

"Aren't you going to check in on your sons? Make sure they aren't drowning in the tub?"

Max rubs his temples. He wished she would just go into labor already. She was such a nag.

"David and Dwayne know what they are doing! And they know if there is a problem to yell for me. But they have bath toys, and should be fine! They are boys, on the way to becoming men. They don't need step by step guidance in a bath tub. They know what soap is for and how to drain the tub."

"I just thought..."

"I don't need you to think. I need you to give birth to our son. That's all you need to do. Watch Lifetime. I need to go to work." Max rolled his eyes. Why did he have to find a local girl? He knew there was no way to swerve in and out of her life, so for his plan to work out, he had to bring her into his home until the baby was born. Then he could finally get rid of her.

And he couldn't wait.

So when Paul Brooke Bowman came into the world 6 months later it was a joyus celebtation. A new, perfect little boy with thick blond hair and blue eyes, to be the missing link in Max's plan, and the end of that insufferable Elizabeth.

David and Dwayne knew better than to ask questions about what happened to Elizabeth. And the ability that those boys had to be unphased by death was something Max was very proud of.