The next morning, Maggie woke up just as moody as she was yesterday. She had an urge to just go and leave everything behind, to be alone for a while. But she had a lot of questions that demanded answers, and she was never the type to run away from problems. Maggie believed that problems were like rabid dogs. You can try to run from them and hide, but in the end, the dog will find you and bite you in the ass. So you're better off standing where you are and face the problem. Then you just might have a chance. Till now, this always worked, and she knew it wouldn't be possible to ignore everything that happened yesterday.
When she went down to the kitchen, she found Jack making breakfast for the two of them.
"Morning," Maggie said in a hoarse voice. She was still in her night-slip.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" Jack pecked her lips and returned to whatever he was frying in the pan.
Maggie reached for the coffee and poured it into her favorite mug.
In the next couple of days, things in Maggie's and Jack's life returned to normal. He would spend his mornings in the office, taking care of his business and the afternoons and nights with Maggie and his son. Maggie, on the other hand, spent her morning at home with Eric, whom she really got close to. She also got herself busy with sawing since she liked the feeling of creating something new and wearable out of a piece of fabric, though Emma swore her dresses and skirts were attention-worthy. Speaking of Emma, she barged in less often. She was too big now to simply go wherever she wanted. Her delivery date was close, so she stayed home a lot, and Maggie took on herself to visit as much as she could.After that deal she made with Jack, Maggie noticed him being extra clingy towards her. He used every possible chance to touch her and to kiss her, and their heated make-out sessions were starting to get unbearable for Maggie. What started to worry her was that Jack never even insi
Long after midnight, just before dawn started to show its face, Jack sneaked out of the bed, careful not to wake Maggie, to tend to his son's needs. Little later, he was back in the warm bed next to Maggie. She didn't wake when the bed dipped behind her, but she moved towards him, seeking his body's warmth. Jack didn't hesitate; he pulled her even closer and wrapped his arms tightly around her soft body, but he couldn't fall back asleep. His mind was working a hundred miles per hour, and it kept the sleep away.He was thinking about the previous night with Maggie. How she made him feel when she surrendered herself to him completely, without hesitation. She was the one to initiate the step they made. It surprised him for sure since he had a plan to restrain himself and his urges for some time more, to give her enough time, but he also welcomed what she wanted with open arms.Maggie was everything. Everything he didn't believe existed in the first place, everything he ne
"So, I guess you have something to share with me?" Maggie was trying her best to keep her face straight. After she showed the living room seating, Maggie brought coffee for all three of them, and now she was sitting across from her mother and her father that were sharing a sofa. "Well, honey, you see… Den and I have talked, and to cut it short, we've settled our differences and decided that we don't want to lose more time." Rebecca declared, leaving Maggie completely flabbergasted. She suspected something happened since Rebecca didn't call her last night, but she did not expect her parents to get back together after two decades. Maggie blinked a couple of times, trying to comprehend what she just heard. "I don't understand," she mumbled. "But I guess I don't have to… I just need you to be safe and happy, ok, mom?" she said looking at her mother, ignoring the man that was sitting
"Let's see if I got everything correctly… first, you two had an affair, and when mom got pregnant with me, you almost made her abort me, but she ran away, and you haven't seen each other ever since. In the meantime, you got divorced and she had cancer, and now we are a little happy family?" Maggie was sarcastic, but she couldn't keep a smile hidden too well. It crept on her face and lifted the corners of her lips a little. Rebecca knew this expression too well, but Denis was unfamiliar with it."Maggie, I know I have no right to ask this from you but I will dare too I… I've spent the better half of my life regretting what I've done. My actions and my words haunted me for all the time Rebecca wasn't by my side, and now that I have her again,… Maggie, you have to trust me when I say that there is not a thing in this world I wouldn't do for your mother." Maggie had to give it to him, he did appear to be honest. She could not spot a speck of lie in him. "Rebe
"Yes, ok. Sure. Thanks for letting me know. Of course, you too, detective. Bye." Jack cut the call and returned to Maggie, that was waiting for him in the bed. It was already late, but Jack asked the detective earlier to notify him if there is any new information.He snuggled with Maggie, pulling her impossibly closer before he shared the news: "Detective located the postman that delivered the mail today. He told the same story as that pizza guy did. Someone gave him a hundred bucks to add that envelope with our mail and said it's a birthday surprise that he forgot to mail it on time. The description he gave to the police fits the previous one. I have no doubt it's the same person.""I don't care anymore. I just want it to stop, so we can live in peace. Is that too much to ask?" Maggie mumbled."Of course, it's not. He'll get caught soon, very soon, and we'll have our peace. I promise." Jack kissed her forehead gently."What if he tells the truth about … u
"Move!" he ordered and motioned with the gun. Maggie, though she was petrified with fear, made a few steps backward making a clear pass for the intruder to come straight into her home. Maggie moved back until the back of her knees hit something that made her stumble. Luckily, it was just one of the sofas in the living room. When did they get here? How hasn't she noticed? Right, she couldn't focus on anything but a gun pointed to her head. That, for sure, would distract anyone.She was half lying on the sofa while the intruder was advancing towards her more and more. He stopped when he was feet away from Maggie's knees but still haven't said a word. Her brain was working a hundred miles per hour, trying to figure out what she could do or say to… to what? Not get killed?"Kevin? Right?" she dared to ask. Never in her life has her voice sounded like this, squeaky and trembling, but the fist of fear that was tightening its hold around Maggie's throat was preventin
Maggie tried to stall while climbing up the stairs, both because her legs felt too heavy to move them easily, and because she was thinking hard about what she should do, how could she overpower him. Kevin was of an average built, not too tall, and not too athletic. He looked more boyish than as an adult male, comparing to Jack or one of the guards, but he was still bigger than her. She maybe could outrun him, but where could she go? To one of the rooms from where she could jump out of the window and find help since there was no way to call 911 from the house, but then she would risk leaving Kevin alone with Eric, and the baby was the actual reason for him being here tonight. And if she manages to lock herself in the nursery? A locked door can keep him out but for how long?A nudge of the cold metal in her back made her go faster, Kevin was seeing through her attempts. But that feeling of the gun pressed against her acted as a breakthrough in her messed up thoughts. It gave he
"Why the hell he's not picking up?!" Jack was losing his patients after not being able to get Fred Parker on the phone for all the time he was up in the air, and that's almost 3 hours now. He was close to LA anyway, but he needed to talk to him beforehand. He wanted a report of what happened and what are their losses, both human and material ones, and he wanted it now.He tried calling Maggie again, but she didn't answer either. What's with the connection today?! Jacked growled loudly, frustrated that he couldn't get anything done from the air. Usually, he had no problem finishing his work while flying, but today things were not going his way at all.Come to think of it, he hasn't been able to talk with Maggie ever since he left her in front of the gate around 5 p.m. and he tried calling a dozen times, and every single one went straight to the voice mail. Now he was starting to worry. Maggie always answered when he called, always. He quickly tried the landline, but the