Chapter Fourteen

“Mommy?” Ethan Martin got off his couch, and ran towards the door. It had been so long since he had seen her now… could it be that she had finally come back? “Mommy is that you?”

Gwen opened the door, with Ethan standing behind her. “Sweetie!” she cried out, and opened her arms wide.

Ethan Martin ran up to Gwen, and embraced her tightly. “Auntie Gwen!” he cried out. She may not have been his mother, but she was as good as one to him. Ever since she and Ethan had come back from Los Angeles, Gwen had always made sure to visit him at least once every few days. It would be painful for her at times, to be reminded of little Sarah, but it was all she could do to make sure he at least lived a safe life. She loved him so.

“So how is my little sweetie doing?” Gwen asked, squeezing his cheeks.

“Heh heh!” he giggled, struggling to shake him self loose away from her. He then ran up to Ethan and hugged his legs. “Ethan!” he smiled.

“Hey, Junior!” he smiled, and ruffled Little Ethan’s hair.

“Where’s Mommy?” Little Ethan asked, and started looking around the area to see if he could catch any glimpse of his mother.

Gwen looked at Ethan worriedly, and then stooped down to pick him up. “Mommy is not here yet,” she explained. “Mommy is still in California.”

Ethan’s cell phone vibrated, and quietly excused him self from the room.

“Still?” Ethan Martin asked sadly when he noticed that big Ethan was gone.

“Don’t worry,” Gwen said quickly, “Your mommy will be back… eventually… and then you will never have to worry about her leaving you ever again!”

Theresa walked up to the porch, and fumbled for her keys. She had called a cab to drive her home, and could not wait to see her baby boy again. She will see Ethan again later. She entered inside the room, just in time to hear Gwen say,

“But don’t worry,” Gwen cooed, hugging Little Ethan tightly. “I will take care of you.”

Theresa seethed. What the hell just happened here? She only was gone for a year-and-a-half and already, Gwen just moves in, and starts talking to her son like that, like they have been close to each other for quite a while now. What the hell happened?

“Ahem,” Theresa interrupted.
Gwen pulled away from Ethan Martin quickly, while Little Ethan’s eyes were glittering with tears at the sight of Theresa. She then nodded curtly. “Theresa,” she glared coldly. “I see that your back.”

Theresa shoved down her purse, and walked up tentatively up to Little Ethan. “Ethan?” she asked, fearing for his reaction.

Ethan Martin’s grasp on Gwen’s hand held tighter, and then he buried himself deep into Gwen’s arm. “Auntie Gwen,” he sobbed.

“Auntie Gwen?” Theresa frowned. Since when?! “Ethan… aren’t you going to say hi to your Mommy?”

“No!”

Theresa walked up menacingly towards Gwen. Gwen stood up.

“What did you do to him?” Theresa asked shrilly.

Gwen shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? What do you mean, nothing? I come home, and I find you, of all people, inside MY house, with MY son, and that is what you call, nothing?! And what’s this about Auntie Gwen?! You’re NOT his aunt!”

“First of all, it was your fault in the first place for leaving him for so long! He missed you so much but no, it wasn’t until what – a-year-and-a-half later you decide to come home?! This house isn’t YOURS Theresa, you live in it, but you don’t own it. It’s your mother’s, for god’s sake, and she has asked for me to baby-sit sometimes when she is on duty!”

“My mom invited you?”

“Yes!”

“You still didn’t answer my question – why the hell is my son calling you “Auntie Gwen”?”

“STOP!” Little Ethan shrieked, covering his ears.

Gwen and Theresa looked back to Little Ethan, who was crouching on the sofa, placing his head down and his hands on his knee.

“Sweetie?” Gwen asked gently. “Could you go up to your room? Your mommy and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

Little Ethan nodded, and jumped up from the sofa, then ran up the stairs.

Theresa watched as Little Ethan left the room, and then glared at Gwen.

“What?” Gwen asked coldly.

“First you steal Ethan away from me, and now your trying to steal my son away from me!

Well, I’ll tell you this, GWEN, it WON’T work!”

“Excuse me? I had Ethan first! You were the one who stole him away from me! But I have him back now, Theresa, and I’ll tell you this, after what you did to MY Sarah, MY husband will NEVER come back to you!”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

“Yea? I’ll tell you why I believe him this time! He SWORE on our daughter’s coffin that he is NEVER giving into any contact to you, what so ever, no matter how much you weep, cry, or whine! He won’t do it! And he blames you for our daughter’s death!”

Theresa stood glued in her spot, and didn’t say anything.

“What, you have nothing to say now?”

“I swear,” Theresa whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt Sarah like this.”

“Well, you did!”

”Goodbye, Theresa.” Gwen walked up to the doorway, and then opened the door. “Oh, and by the way, good luck trying to reconnect with your son, I doubt he would want anything to do with you after everything you’ve done.”

Theresa panicked. What was what supposed to mean? She made a dash for the door and pulled on Gwen’s arm. “What the hell are you doing?” Gwen asked. “Let go of me!”

“No!” Theresa shouted.

Gwen struggled to pull herself away from her. “I said to let go of me!” Finally, she freed herself by biting Theresa’s hand off of her and pushing her down, tumbling from the couch to the floor. “Goodbye,” Gwen hissed.

Theresa’s hand snaked to the top of the table and grabbed a piece of ornament. “You bitch!” She shrieked. She then threw, with all her might, and with her amazing accuracy, it landed straight towards Gwen.

“Mommy!” Ethan Martin stood at the stairway, looking completely shocked and horrified. “Aunt Gwen!”

“Oh my god,” entered Ethan, running straight for Gwen. “Gwen…”

Gwen lied withering on the floor, gasping in pain…

“Theresa…” Gwen mumbled in her sleep. “Theresa…”

Rebecca bolted up from her seat. This was the reason why her poor Gwennie was here. All because of that Terrocita bitch. She couldn’t believe it! First, she tried to steal her daughter’s husband, and then stalked them all the way to California to kill her granddaughter, and then, and then, for what Gwen recieved in return for taking care of the Taco Queen’s son was yet another near-death experience! No, this bitch is going to pay, and she is going to pay badly!

“You’ll get what’s coming for you, you little slut,” Rebecca murmured. “But right now, I have to find Dr. Eve to check on my Gwennie.”

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Jamesha was ready to go inside Julian’s room again, when she felt her hair being pushed back and a warm hand caressing her neck. “Noah,” she smiled.

“Yup,” he stooped down to kiss her neck.

“Mmm…” she turned around and faced him, and then kissed his lips passionately.

When they were aware that there were people watching them, Jamesha quickly pulled away from Noah. “Noah,” she blushed. She nodded towards an a little girl sitting on one of the chairs staring at them curiously.

“Oh,” he sighed.

“So what are you doing here?” Jamesha smiled.

“Well…” said Noah, “Your shift IS over…”

Jamesha frowned. “No it isn’t.”

Noah grinned and pulled Jamesha towards the clock. “See? It’s nine o’clock now.”

She groaned. “I can’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Because my patient still needs me.”

“We have other doctors here …”

“No,” she insisted. “I was specifically asked to treat Mr. Crane.”

Noah paused. “Which Crane is it?”

”Julian Crane.”

“What happened to him?”

“He was shot.”

“Good.”

“Noah!” exclaimed Jamesha.

“What? I can’t help it Jem! I hate him! I hate all the Cranes!”

“Why? They never did anything to you! You don’t even know them!”

“You don’t either,” Noah retorted, “The whole town hates them! Especially Julian Crane! Even my dad hates his guts! He was reason why Coach Russell lost his career and shattered his leg!”

“You don’t know that …”

“It IS him,” he insisted. “And I’ll help the Coach bring down the snob if it’s the last thing I do!”

Jamesha sighed. There was no point in arguing with her fiancée when he was like that.

“I have to go check on my patient now, I’ll see you later.”

Noah quickly pulled Jamesha in his arms. “Why the rush?” he grinned.

“Noah…”

“NOAH!”

Jamesha and Noah whipped around and found Sam standing in front of them.

“Dad!” Noah cried out and embraced him tightly.

Jamesha smiled weakly. “C-Chief B-Bennett…”

Sam pulled away from Noah and hugged Jamesha as well. “Jamesha, you know that just because you left Harmony doesn’t mean you can stop calling me Sam.”

Jamesha grinned and returned his embrace. “Alright Sam.”

“Come,” Sam gestured for the two to come sit with him in the lounge. “We have A LOT of things to catch up with…”

“Yes,” Noah agreed, “We do.”

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Julian frowned. This Dr. Morris should be here by now… it was way over five minutes.

“Eve,” he whispered. “I don’t think she will come back.”

“Why are you whispering Julian?” Eve laughed.

Julian tried to shrug, but flinched instead. “Ugh,” he pretended to moan loudly.

“Julian? Julian how much are you hurting?” asked Eve hurriedly.

Julian’s eyes started to flutter! “Oh… it’s just hurting more than I suspected it would… you know?”

Eve gave him a knowing look and kissed his lips lightly.

”Is that what you wanted?” she joked.

“Yes, and more,” he pleaded.

Eve gladly obliged and stooped lower and attempted to kiss him again when she felt herself pulled down on top of him. She looked directly to his eyes and stared at them intently before proceeding to kiss him again.

Rebecca stood at the door, apparently both shocked and appalled.

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Rebecca had roamed around the hospital until she found the room where the nurses had hinted where Eve might have been. She peeked inside the room and found an African-American woman dressed in white sitting on the bedside. She stormed inside and was very shocked to find her fiancée on that bed instead of some sick old woman or something! And not to mention, what they were doing at the very least! That whore was harassing Julian!

“Get your grubby hands off my Pookie,” said Rebecca coldly.