The first ray's of light were starting to creep through the blinds in the room. I could feel my body starting to wake and my eyes flutter slightly, but not yet opening. I felt warmth all around me, I knew that the warmth I felt wasn't from the light coming in through the blinds. It wasn't bright enough yet for me to feel that warm yet. But for some reason through my foggy morning brain I couldn't place where that warmth was coming from. I rolled over and moved closer to where that warmth was coming from. A familiar scent hit my nostrils as I nuzzled closer to it. Whatever the warmth was coming from it made me feel comforted, safe and loved. It was than I felt that warmth move slightly and felt a weight on my hip.

My eyes snapped open than when I realized I wasn't alone in my bed anymore. My sleepy gaze moved up the bare chest that was right in front of me. Than over his slightly stubbled jaw and slightly parted lips. Over his narrow nose to his eyes which were still shut. His long eyelashes slightly fluttering in his sleep. His part of his over long bangs hung over his brow. I couldn't help it as I reached out and pushed his hair back. He looked so angelic and like a little boy as he slept.

[i]'What the hell am I thinking?'[/i] I thought as I suddenly jerked myself out of his embrace and into a sitting position. James eyes slowly opened when I moved away from him and he looked at me sleepily.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed quietly, not wanting to yell and wake up his parents.

"Sleeping. What does it look like?" he groaned tiredly, rolling onto his back and flinging an arm over his eyes.

"No. I meant what are you doing in my bed?" I hissed.

"Seriously Tal," he groaned.

"Yes seriously," I replied.

"Our bed Tal. This is our bed," he said, moving his arm off his eyes and turning his head and narrowing his eyes.

"Actually I bought this bed with my money. So I'll ask again what are you doing in my bed?" I asked, crossing my arms under my chest.

"Well you said you wanted everything to look normal to my parents. And my mom was being nosey last night and I heard her so I hopped in [b]our[/b] bed, before she came in here," he replied.

"Well maybe you should have locked the bedroom door and kept your ass on the floor," I replied, with a shrug of my shoulders.

James' gaze went to my chest and stayed there. I looked down to see why he was staring at my chest all of the sudden. I realized me crossing my arms under my boobs and shrugging my shoulders, had lifted my boobs slightly in my tank top and gave him a view of the top of them. I decided to test how far I could tease him.

"Like what you see James?" I purred slightly and leaned forward a little bit, to give him a better view.

"Yup," he replied with a nod, his eyes glazing over in lust.

"Yeah well thats the only view of them that your going to get," I replied, sitting up straighter.

"God dammit Talon," he growled.

Before I realized what he was going to do next he had flung the sheet off his legs and sat up and lunged towards me. Pushing my shoulder's back, so now I was laying flat on my back with him hovering above me. Each of his hands on either side of my head, his body lightly pressed against mine. I placed both of my hands on his bare chest to keep him from being fully against me.

"What are you doing James?" I gasped.

"What do you want me to do Tal?" he asked huskily, instead of answering my question and staring down at me with an intense look in his eyes.

"I want you to get off," I grunted, trying to push on his chest to move him back.

"I'm trying to babe," he replied cheekily, pressing his hips against me so I could feel his arousal.

I pressed my lips together tightly to keep in the moan that was trying to escape. My body was betray my brain at that moment. There was no denying that James couldn't turn me on when I was pissed off. That was evident from the heat I felt pooling in my lower abdomen. But I wasn't going to give in even to my husband, even if I was sexually frustrated. But he needed to own up to what he did first and work on fixing that, before he even got in my pants again. No matter how long it had been since the last time we had, had sex.

"James Get. Off." I grunted again, and shoved at his chest again.

"Fuck.... Fine," he replied, rolling off of me.

I quickly sat up and got off the bed. Walking over to my dresser I grabbed my clothes for the day and started walking towards the bathroom.

"What am I supposed to do with this problem I seem to have?" he asked.

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder as he nodded to his obvious arousal.

"Your left hand is going to have to be your best friend for awhile," I replied, with a smirk.

Than I walked into the bathroom shutting the door firmly behind me and locked the door. I quickly took a shower and than got dressed. Throwing my blonde hair into a messy bun ontop of my head. I also applied a light layer of makeup on. As I exited the bathroom I looked over at the bed, half excepting James to still be laying there. Luckily though I found the room empty I sighed and shook my head. I knew that I needed to head downstairs and face the music with James parents. I wasn't so mean as to let him face them alone, no matter how much I felt he deserved to face it alone. I'd be a fool if I said that everything we were going through right now was just his fault.

Taking a deep breath I headed out of the room and downstairs and headed towards the kitchen where I could hear the sounds of voices coming from and the smell of coffee. Walking into the kitchen I found Deb moving around getting breakfast put together. James was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island with his back towards me. It was obvious he had used the guest bathroom and taken a quick shower. I walked around the island and grabbed my coffee mug out of the cabinet and poured some of the coffee into it.

"Goodmorning hunny," Deb greeted cheerfully, turning to smile at me.

"Morning Deb," I replied, returning her smile.

"Do you want the usual on your omlet this morning?" she asked.

"Sure...... Do you want some help?" I asked.

"No I've got it. You go ahead and sit down. It will be done in just a little bit," she replied.

"Ok than," I replied, with a nod and went and sat on the stool next to James. "Bet your glad to have your moms cooking?"

"Of course nobody cooks like my momma," he answered with a smile.

"Of course," I answered, with a roll of my eyes.

It wasn't that I didn't like Deb's cooking, because it wasn't bad at all. But James never acted like that with my food. I knew I wasn't an awful cook and not to toot my own horn, but I knew I was a damn good cook. At least I hadn't tried to burn down the place like James had on several occassions, before I banned him from trying to cook ever again. Hence whenever I was out of town on business James went over to one of the guy's house to beg to be feed.

Deb had been right it didn't take her that long to finish up breakfast and she placed it all on the kitchen table. As soon as we all sat at the table, Peter came into the kitchen to join us. It was relatively quiet, except for the sound of forks scraping against the plates as we ate. Though I wasn't very hungry, even though I hadn't ate since lunch yesterday. I just picked at my omlet with my fork and pushed it around my plate.

"Is everything alright with your omlet Talon?" Deb asked worriedly.

Wondering what she was talking about I looked up to find James, Deb and Peter watching me push my omlet around.

"Yeah its fine. I'm just not that hungry," I replied.

"Well if your not going to eat it I will," James replied, with a mouth full of food.

"So attractive," I scoffed, making a disgusted face.

"You know you love me," he responded.

"Ummmm," I said, tight lipped.

It was awkwardly silent after that. Until Peter set down his fork and cleared his throat.

"So do one of you want to tell us what all of that was about last night?" Peter asked, clearly uncomfortable asking the question.

"Its nothing mom and dad," James replied, through another mouth full of food.

"James where are your table manors? I know I didn't raise you to talk with mouth full," Deb chastised lightly.

"Sorry mom," James replied, ducking his head.

"Your eating like your starving. Doesn't Talon feed you?" Deb asked, jokingly.

And there it was, what felt like another slap to the face. I knew that Deb didn't mean anything by the statement and that she had just been joking. Because she knew I was a great cook and would never let James starve. But it felt like someone else had just passed judgement on our relationship and I wasn't good enough for James. I could feel the tears sting at the corner of my eyes. I didn't know what was wrong with me recently but everything just seemed wrong lately. Maybe I was just being oversensitive lately.

"No Deb I let him starve. I guess I just suck as a wife all around," I snapped, pushing my plate towards James. "Here you can have mine also since I starve you."

"Talon I didn't mean it like that at all. I know your a wonderful cook," Deb replied.

"I'm sorry Deb. I didn't mean to snap at you either and I know you didn't mean it like that. I guess I'm just stressed with everything," I sniffed, swipping at my eyes.

"It's ok hun," Deb replied.

"Ok now that, that's settled we want to know what is going on. James who was that girl that was pregnant throwing herself at you? And what is going on between the two of you?" Peter asked, getting right back down to business.

"Look Deb and Peter I know you mean well and I appreciate your concern. But James and I have hit a rough patch in our relatonship. But we're working through it," I answered.

I set my right hand ontop of James that was resting on the table. Out of the corner of my eye I could see James look over at me with a look of relief in his eyes. I looked over at him and sent him a small smile.

"So my son cheated on you?" Peter asked.

"Oh James how could you?" Deb asked sadly.

"I don't know," James muttered.

"Are you still seeing this girl? Is that your child she's pregnant with?" Peter demanded.

"Talon hunny why didn't you tell us?" Deb asked.

"Exactly for this reason. Because we're working through it. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you disappointed in us. This isn't just James fault, not all of the blame lands on him. I know that I had a lot to do with the problems we've been having lately too," I replied, I saw that Peter was about to say something but shook my head.

"I just don't understand," Deb sighed, looking down at her plate.

"Look mom and dad I'm sorry, I really am. I never wanted to hurt Talon and...." James said, but trailed off obviously unsure what to say.

"We also didn't say anything because of Michael, Peter, Nicholas, and Rebecca. I know how angry his bother's would be if they found out. And how disappointed Rebecca would be," I said.

"You know your brothers are going to be pissed when they found out," Peter said.

"I know," James muttered.

"Please don't tell them," I pleaded, begging him with my eyes, for both James and I.

"I'm sorry Talon I can't do that. Their going to find out sooner or later, especially if this child is James. And I would rather they heard it from us than from anybody else," Peter replied.

"He's right Talon hunny. We're going to have to tell them," Deb said sadly.

We all feel into an uncomfortable silence. Until the kitchen phone rang breaking the silence. Peter got up and answered. He talked to whoever was on the other end for a few minutes and than hung up. Walking over to the table he looked at both James and I.

"That was Mario. He wants both of you to come over to his house. Evidently he wants to speak to both of you about what happened last night," Peter told us.

[i]'Well great guess everything is out in the open now. It can't get any worse could it?'[/i] I asked myself.