Confessions of a Married Man(AU,ML,Adult) Conclusion 1/29

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Confessions of a Married Man(AU,ML,Adult) Conclusion 1/29

Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sat Jul 23, 2005 10:15 am

Title: Confessions of a Married Man

Author: Tanya

Category: M/L AU. Max's POV.

Rating: Adult

Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Roswell or it’s characters. I will use them, abuse them and put them back happy.

Summary: Third installment of the Confessions Series. Completely from Max's POV. This starts off right where Sins of a Newlywed ends. It's the same morning, just from Max's POV.

Authors Note: I didn't want to skip ahead, because I felt there were things that needed to be resolved. I will promise to try to keep any angst out of this. And I promise to not change Liz that much, she's still silly and clumsy and just fun to write her that way!

Banner by: max and liz believer. Jo, again it is just amazing. I'm so happy you originally posted the manip of Liz pregnant and that I saved it months ago, because it ended up being just perfect for this. Thank you!</center>

Chapter One

Hey there strangers. I know you’re reading this wondering what the hell happened to the story. I understand. Let’s just say that my wife drives me crazy and honestly it takes every trick in the book not to run away. She’s quite scary, as many of you know. So I decided she gets to talk to you, so why the hell can’t I? It’s only fair right?


Now I’m not sure how this all works, but I’m a give it my best shot and we’ll just see where we end up. Good?


I’m currently making breakfast, which Liz and I are going to have on our balcony this morning. She deserves it, the past few weeks have really tried her emotionally. I know you are all probably wondering just how in the hell I forgave her for thinking that I was cheating on her, can’t say there is a simple answer to that question.

I love her. Period. So, I guess when it all came down to it, I knew her insecurities and it’s not like Michelle made her life easy to begin with. I swear I had no fucking idea that Michelle owned the damn jewelry store. Oh, but once she found me there, that was the end of it. She would just show up wherever I went, it was maddening. I knew Liz would find out, cause that’s the way it happens for guys. Either way I was fucked.

See, if I told Liz the truth she would want me to stay the hell out of the jewelry store and she would know about my surprise. On the other hand if I walked away, I would have lost all the money I paid for her present. I know what you’re probably thinking; fuck the money, right? Just buy her something else, but I really wanted to get them for her and so I sucked it up and ignored Michelle.

What a fucking mistake that was. The more I ignored, the more she hounded. Crazy shit I tell you. I had no idea she was that bad, what the hell was I thinking getting together with her in the first place? Do me a favor; never…ever answer my rhetorical questions. Seriously, I’m a guy so just don’t go there.

I’m just about done with breakfast; I’m not really sure what she wants. She said she wasn’t feeling that well this morning, so I decided on some toast with strawberry jam and butter, along with a side of fresh strawberries and pineapples, her favorite.

I know I’m whipped, you can say it.


I enter the room and she’s lying on her back staring at the ceiling and I wonder what’s going on in that crazy mind of hers?

“Aww Max, thank you! I love you,” she says sitting up against the headboard when she finally sees me. She has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. She does it with her entire face. It’s just incredible.

“Come on mommy and let’s go outside and eat,” I motion for her to follow me outside the sliding glass door. I place the tray on the table we have out here and she takes seat and watches me intently trying to figure out what I made for her.

“Oh!” She says while reaching over my arms to grab a fresh strawberry. I have to hold back the groan as she bites down on the juicy fruit and moans. God, does she have to moan? She drives me fucking crazy with that shit.

“It’s so good, Max.” She’s now sucking on the pineapple and I feel my boxers grow extremely tight. This is just insane. I’ve never had a woman in my life have the kind of effect she has on me. It’s exciting at the same time as scary. Seriously, if you think about it, she literally has me by the balls. That is not a good position for any guy to be in.

“I’m glad sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I ask finally taking a seat across from her. I’m trying to take my mind off the fact that she’s wearing a white slip and I can see her perfectly hard nipples through it. I should not have to suffer like this, it’s just wrong in so many ways.

“I’m good. I’m a little tired, but good,” she says giving me a sexy wink and I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Damn, I need to get my hormones under control. By the way if you’re wondering if guys always think about sex, or if we relate everything to it, the answer is hell yes!

“So what are your plans for today?” she asks and I honestly have to draw all the willpower I have within me and not pull her on top of this table and fuck her senseless.

Oh, am I always this horny? Yes would be the answer. Sorry but I have to be honest.

“I was thinking that you pack your bags so I can give you the rest of your anniversary present,” I say and just watch as the reality of my words really hit her. I see it the second it does, her eyes open wide and that smile that melts my heart lights up her face.

“Oh my God! Really?!” She jumps up and the next thing I know she’s nestled in my lap kissing my face. I turn my head and reach around and pull her closer to me, I need to kiss her thoroughly.

“Max,” she moans out and I literally feel the willpower I had deflate and I lift her up on top of the table. She squeals and it just turns me on even more. I lift up her slip enough to give me a perfect view of her, but not enough to give my neighbors a view. Granted I’ve got a lot of land between them and us, but still.

She continues to moan as I devour her lips, sucking and licking the inside of her mouth. And God, does she taste incredible! A perfect blend of strawberries, pineapples and Liz. I’m fucking addicted to her.

I reach my hands down between us and I can feel how ready she is for me, but I have something else in mind. I reach around her and grab one plump strawberry and take a bite out of it. I then run it over her swollen lips, down her neck and then I remove it and rub it between her legs. Coating the strawberry in her juices.

“Oh God! Max…” she pulls me against her lips and plunges her tongue in my mouth hard. I love it! I rip my lips away and lick a trail down her neck, cleaning the strawberry juice off of her before dropping to my knees.

I remove the strawberry and I seriously consider taking a bite, but instead I place it on the table. I spread her legs a little further then they were, and I begin to lick her clean. I love hearing her panting moans, and my name on her lips like mantra. Definitely boosts the ego she has already inflated within me.

“Max…yes…ah…” I feel her body tense and her legs snap shut, practically suffocating me, but I can’t complain. I have to smile when I look up and see her flushed features. I see the fire in her eyes and I know what she wants, hell I want it too.

I waste no time lifting her in my arms and taking her inside the room. I lay her on the bed and before I have a chance to, she’s pulling my boxers down and covering my dick with her warm mouth. Christ!

“Shit…Liz...” I moan out and lift her hair away from her face so I can watch her. She takes me in her wet, warm mouth and slides her tongue over the tip and I just about lose it. I growl and push her back.


“Shh,” I whisper out as I slide my hands up her thighs and remove her slip. I run my hands over her bare breasts and smile when she throws her head back in pleasure. I continue my way south; over her ribs, her little protruding belly and I can’t help but stop and place a soft chastised kiss there. Our baby. I can’t help but feel my heart swell at the thought that in a few short months I’m going to be a father.

I suddenly lose my train of thought because she is grasping me in her hand and jerking me off something fierce. Damn, it feels good.

“Now Max…please,” she pleads, whimpering softly and I as much as I love hearing her beg, I need her just as much.

Without any warning I lean up against her and slide into her slick center. She’s so fucking tight and it just blows my mind.

“Yes! Max…” she trails off and bites down her bottom lip when I begin to slam into her welcoming body over and over again. I swear I think I’m hurting her, maybe I should…

“God! Harder Max! Fuck me harder!” Well, doesn’t that just kill my thoughts? I begin to thrust into her tiny body, faster and faster and in a few short minutes I’m rewarded with her screams and the feel of her wetness bathe me.

I can’t last much longer and with a few more short pumps I empty inside her, “Liz, yeah…ah…yeah…” I collapse beside her and pull her against me.

“Hmm, that’s a good morning.” She smiles and kisses my lips softly. I can’t help it I roll her on top of me and just smile at her.

“What?” she queries.

“I love you. I love that we’re having a baby.” I tell her honestly. And she just starts to…cry? See this is what I don’t get. Why do girls always cry when you say something nice to them? I’ll never understand it.

“Me too, Max. I love you so much.” She rests her head against my chest and then in true Liz fashion she asks, “So where are we going?” I chuckle.

“Cabo San Lucas, and we leave in two hours. So we need to hurry the hell up.” I tell her sitting up with her in my lap.

“Wow! I…I can’t believe it. You’re serious?” She asks me just to make sure I’m not fucking with her.

“Serious. Now go take a shower and put something small and sexy on for the flight.” She jumps to her feet and I slap her ass gently.

“Max! I can’t wear something sexy and small on the flight, what will people think?” she asks placing her hands on her hips. I love that, she looks so serious but I can tell it turns her on as much as it does me.

“They will look at you, then me and say, “damn that girl is lucky,” I say giving her a knowing smirk. And as expected I get a slap on the chest.

“You’re full of it Evans!” She says and places a kiss on my lips before skipping to the bathroom.

“Actually, Liz. You were just full of ‘it’.” I smile satisfactorily at her.

“Ugh! You are such a guy!” she tries to act like she’s disgusted, but she’s not.

“Don’t you forget it baby,” I smile and she just shakes her head before going about her business to shower.

I have to say, if our trip is anything like this morning was. It’s going to be one hell of a time, don’t you think?

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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:11 pm

Hey guys...just dropping in to say how relieved I am you guys like it from Max's POV so far. I won't lie and say I was sure you'd even like it, so thank you! And to let you know that I'll be posting this once a week on Saturdays. I will be away this coming week so I'll post before I leave :wink:

And I wanted to drop off this banner from Memories Round One Awards, I was very surprised by it, but thankful nevertheless. Thanks to everyone that may have voted!


In Sins of a Newlywed...of course this *is* the same Max so I wanted to share its prettiness with you. All credit for the banners go to Ki Ki (aka lizard_queen)

See you guys in a few days...promise!

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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Thu Jul 28, 2005 7:57 pm

A/N - I'm back with a new part...and before I leave! I honestly don't have time to thank each of you, but I wanted to say hello to the new readers/lurkers and my regulars and you know who you are thank you so much!! You make writing worthwhile for me, not only do I enjoy it but to know that you do as well is the icing on the cake!! Hope you enjoy!!! Oh! Before I forget...thank you for the congrats!!! *hugs*

Chapter 2

I just sit and watch her closely. We landed a couple of hours ago and now we’re just relaxing in our private villa. The view is just amazing. The water is crystal blue and it sits just behind the pool area. She was so excited when we got to the hotel, she didn’t have a hard time figuring out the name of it either. Esperanza, which means hope in Spanish. My baby is a genius I tell you. She doesn’t think so, but she’s smart and just an amazing person.

I have to laugh when I watch her not because she’s funny, well she is, but right now she’s trying to get herself situated on a hammock. I swear she’s gonna bust her ass.

“Liz, what are you doing?” I ask approaching her slowly, I don’t want to startle her after all.

She huffs and pushes her long brown hair away from her face and just pouts. Just adorable, I wonder if we have a little girl if she’ll look like Liz? God, I hope so. She would be perfect.

“I’m trying to sit my ass in this stupid thing, but it’s not cooperating with me.” Am I the only one here that realizes that a hammock does not have a mind of it’s own?

“I can see that, but honey you’re doing it all wrong,” I’m standing in front of her now and I’m holding the hammock open so she can sit.

“Thanks,” she blushes. Damn that drives me crazy. Seriously we’ve been married for a year and together for almost two, how is it possible for me to still make her blush? Whatever the reason is, I hope she never stops.

“Welcome. Are you hungry?” I ask kneeling in front of her. Her hair is sprawled out behind her and her hands resting against her stomach, she looks happy. And I smile.

“I am hungry, but…” Oh no, she nibbling on her bottom lip. If you don’t know by now what that means, I’ll tell you. She’s doubtful about something.

“But, what?”

“I’m going to get fat and you’re not gonna want me anymore,” she sniffles out and I can’t help but laugh to myself. If she only knew how I really felt deep down. I know I’ve told her that I love her and that I only ever want to be with her, but she just has no idea how far I would go for her. Or that I would do anything for her, if she asked.

“You are not going to get fat. And trust me if I’ve stuck with you through everything you’ve put me through, this is not going to make me leave.” She smiles a little and mumbles out a bastard. Ah, music to my ears.

“Come on beautiful, get dressed and then later we’ll burn off all those calories,” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she blushes yet again. I honestly don’t know what I’ve done to deserve her, but I’m thankful nevertheless.


She looks amazing. That’s the only word I can use right now to describe her. We’re sitting down to dinner on one of the stone terraces the restaurant has. The restaurant is literally carved into the bluffs and it over looks the Sea of Cortez. It really is a beautiful place.

“Max, it’s so beautiful here. I mean look at the view. We’re practically in the middle of the ocean,” her eyes are big and bright and honestly I could care less of the view around us. All that I care about at this moment are her, and the life that’s growing inside of her.

“I know, baby.” I have to wonder, because I don’t remember too much about our honeymoon. Except for the good stuff, which involved every piece of furniture I could find, but you don’t need to know that. I wonder if she liked it as much?

“Liz?” She looks up from her plate of food. And for someone who was worried about gaining weight she is not giving her food a chance to breathe. To be honest, I love it. She’s not just eating for herself anymore and I couldn’t be happier.


“Did you like where we went on our honeymoon? Was it…was this…” What the fuck am I trying to ask?

“Max, I loved our honeymoon. It was perfect and everything I thought it would be and more. Nothing can compare to it, but this is different Max.”

“Different how?” I ask cause she’s lost me.

“We’re here together, celebrating our wedding and our baby,” she smiles and reaches across the table to hold my hand.

“God, I love you.” I say in awe. How does she do that? How does she make everything okay with just a few words? She probably has no idea, when she does it, but I do.

“I love you too.” We sit in silence for the rest of dinner. This is turning out to be a great idea I came up with. Damn, I’m good.


“My back hurts,” she says shifting uncomfortably on the lounge chair situated on our terrace.
“How about we get in the hot tub?” I offer knowing exactly what I want. I really am such a guy.

“Max Evans, I’m trying to tell you that I’m in pain and all you can think about is sex?” She looks at me incredulously. Hmm, I wonder how I should answer. Honesty is the best policy, so I’ll go with that.


“You are so bad.” She climbs off the chair and walks into the room, where I’m currently sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t I know it. But you wanna see how bad I can be?” I whisper into her ear, licking the spot right behind it. It drives her crazy.

“Max…” she moans out and I can’t wait. It’s pure torture waiting. Especially when she’s grinding herself against me.

“Hot tub, baby.” I pull away and plant her on her feet. She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind but I haven’t.

I walk outside on the terrace and start the tub. I remove my shirt and then my pants. When she finally sees what I wanted her to see, I smile triumphantly and hop in.

“You don’t play fair. All that time you went commando?” She asks stepping outside next to the hot tub and why won’t she get in here? I don’t want to talk!

“Yes, now why don’t you strip and hop your sexy ass in here with me. I’m lonely.” I lean back and rest my head against the lip of the tub, running a hand down my chest.

“Hmm, you look so good right now.”

“Then, stop teasing woman and get in here.” Seriously, why is she waiting?

“Okay,” she starts and then lifts her hands to her waist and pulls off her top. She is wearing a see through white bra, damn I can see her perfect brown nipples and I want to suck on them something fierce.

Then she reaches for her skirt and pulls it down her trim legs and I almost drown. No seriously, my head went under and everything. I wipe my eyes and push my wet hair back.

“A-all that time you were…naked under there?” I ask trying desperately not to grab my dick and ease the ache building there.

“Yeah, I was. Does that turn you on?” she asks leaning over me and kissing my lips softly. Her round perky breasts are within reach, if I just move a little…

“Liz!” I yell out. She moved damnnit!

“Hmm,” she sticks her index finger in her mouth, after she takes a seat across from me, and swirls her pink tongue around it.

“I want you,” I regard her under heavy lids. I swear to God, she needs to stop this teasing shit!

“Good to know, but I don’t know Max, are you sure?” she bites down on her bottom lip and I guess she needs proof. So I’ll give it to her. I sit up and take a seat on the edge of the tub. I see her eyes as they land on my stiff cock.

I quirk an eyebrow up at her and the next thing I know she’s all over me. She slides her slick body against mine and we end up on the seat inside the tub. “Max…Max…” she moans out as I slide a finger into her dripping center. I feel her walls conform around me and it takes all the strength I have not to take her.

“Yeah baby, you like that?”

“Yes,” she pants out, throwing her head back and thrusting her breasts forward. Perfect, just want I wanted. I lean forward and take one of her ripe nipples into my mouth. And I suck until she begs me to stop. Then I switch it up and begin to feast on her other breast.

“Oh God! Max…yes!” I feel how close she is to the edge, she wants nothing more than to go over it, but I’m not ready for that. I slide yet another finger inside her drenched core and begin to slowly move them in and out of her. Her nails dig into my back and her hips grind into my hand. I feel it when her body starts to quiver and her walls start to convulse. Her breathing is harsh and she’s just about to go over, so I stop.

“W-what are you d-doing?” I she asks looking very confused, hot and bothered.

“You teased me till I was rock hard, now it’s my turn.”

“No fair, come on Max…”

“What?” I want her to say it. She used to do this to me all the time and now she wants to act all shy and shit.

“You know,” she starts to blush but I pull her down by her waist against me.

“No, I don’t. What I do know is that you are wet and ready for me, so I just need two words, Liz. Just two simple…”

“Fuck me,” she moans out and I lift her up and allow her to slide down on me. Instead of me doing the work, it’s all her. She plants her feet down and the bubbles are all around us, but the strokes she’s making against my cock are making my eyes cross.

“Fuck yes…” I moan out and grab her by her hips pushing her down harder against me.

“Yeah…Max…ah…baby…yes!” She practically screams out and I feel her bathe me and I just continue to trust into her for as long as I can. She’s almost completely limp against me, but I know she’s still with me cause I can still hear her moans and I can still feel her kissing and biting on my neck.

It’s just too good to stop, but I’m close…so fucking close.

“Liz, baby…yeah…ah…yeah…” I explode inside of her and she just rests her head against my check.

“Hmm…how does your back feel?” I ask after I get my breathing back down to normal. She’s practically asleep and I can’t help but smile.

“It’s fine, I’m just so tired.” I kiss her lips softly, then her temple before lifting her out of the tub and carrying her into our room. I lay her down and watch as she snuggles up against the pillow and blanket.

I swear she’s the only girl I know that in the dead heat of summer will sleep with a comforter. I’ll never understand it, but it’s just another thing that I love about her.

“I love you, baby. Goodnight.” I kiss her forehead and make my way into the shower.


There is a balcony and it’s right off of the room. There is no door, no window you just literally step out onto the terrace. Which is where I am right now, just thinking. Ever wonder what goes on inside of a guys mind? We’ll here’s a peek into mine.

I’m sitting out here on the lounge staring at my sleeping wife. I see the moonlight cast a glow on her beautiful flawless features. And I wonder seriously how I ended up here. Not that I was much of a playboy, I took all my previous relationships serious, but with Liz it’s different. It was different from the first moment I met her and kissed her.

That first night together I actually convinced myself that I was in love with her. Because I’d never done anything like that before. She made me feel like a teenager, irresponsible and carefree. It was great…hell it still is.

She keeps me on my toes let me tell you. I’m sure you know already, she has put me through a lot since her confession. I was pissed off, but I more hurt than anything. We haven’t had that many quote on quote, big fights. But when we do, they’re no joke.

Liz drives me insane most days. I’m surprised I’m not an alcoholic or a chain smoker for that matter. I love the woman, but she can get under my skin like none other. That last fight we had, I’m sure you remember, the one where she accused me of cheating on her.

I told you I forgave her, and I did. But a small part of me feels like maybe I haven’t shown enough how much I love her, and the bigger part says that I have. She’s so insecure and I can understand somewhat where that comes from.

The only ‘relationship’ she’d been in was with Matt. And they got engaged after six months. He didn’t even know her and she felt as though she couldn’t do any better. That’s my Liz. Always thinking she has to settle. I think she’s finally caught on since that last fight about how I feel about her.

When she told me she was trying to compete with who she thought she should be, that even in my alcohol buzzed state, struck something inside of me. She was wrong. She loves me enough and she shows it to me. She tries to be a better person, and God help her tries to cook. But besides that, she makes me laugh and she is such a great friend not just to me either. That’s why everyone loves her. She is completely unique, why would I want anyone else?

I guess that’s the best explanation I can give as to why I forgave her. Because yes, her words may have hurt, but her actions always speak louder than her words.

I see her love for me in every look, every kiss and every caress. She is the only woman I ever truly loved.

I see her stir from the corner of my eyes. I turn and see her sitting up in the middle of the bed and a smile stretches across my face.

She wipes the sleep from her eyes and pushes her hair away from her shoulders. And in true Liz fashion she lifts up her index finger beckoning me to the bed. Oh well damn, how can I resist?

It’s definitely going to be a long night…too bad for you cause you won’t be around to witness it.



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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sat Aug 06, 2005 3:20 pm

A/N - I'm back and I can't say how happy I am you guys are enjoying the story from Max's POV. He's just sweet and horny...what do you expect? He is a guy afterall 8) Oh incase you missed the note on FWTP, I'm going on vacation, so I may not get to update this until I get back...but if I DO update you'll see it on Thursday :wink:

Thank you all so much for the feedback and great response to this. I was really worried everyone would just not like it.

I hope I don't miss anyone :oops:

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Chapter 3

“So are we going for a ride today or what?” Michael asks me. And damn he’s like a woman sometimes. Being with Maria has really changed him. He fell for her hard and fast and now I get to deal with the backlash of that relationship.

I know harsh, but hey, it’s true. Liz and I got back from our trip last week and so far no one knows that she’s pregnant. We just want to wait a little longer, at least until Thanksgiving. That’s Liz’s goal, to keep it a secret until then. Luckily it’s only in another month.

“Yeah, let me just go upstairs and tell Liz I’m headed out,” I turn and head up the stairs but his voice stops me.

“You got anything to eat?” Not that I’m not used to it, but dealing with him and Liz’s emotions right now are working my nerves big time.

“You do know where the kitchen is right?” He shrugs.

“Get your lazy ass up, cause if you’re waiting for me to get it, I’ll make your ass starve,” I call out as I make my way up the stairs.

I make it half way down the hall before I hear Liz singing along to a song. I love her, but she can’t sing at all. Seriously, she needs to leave it to the professionals. I peek my head in our bedroom and I see her swaying her head back and forth to the song.

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake when my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is

I roll my eyes, why does she listen to that shit? My child shouldn’t be subjected to this type of torture.

“Liz,” I step fully into the room.

“Oh shit!” She jumps off the bed and turns off the stereo with a click of the remote. Busted!

“Hey, what’s up?” She’s so fucking adorable. I just shake my head and stand in front of her.

“I love you, but you’re poisoning my child with that…that music as you like to call it.” I lean down and kiss her soft pink lips. Hmm…she tastes so good.

She steps away and puts a hand on my chest, “So wait? It’s your child when I’m listening to Backstreet Boys and it’s our child when I listen to the Foo Fighters?” She pins me with an incredulous stare. Ah, I guess she’s waiting for an answer. I mean yeah she’s hit the nail on the head but should I say that out loud?

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just came out that way. Besides you know I love your singing,” I whisper into her ear as I nuzzle her neck gently.

“I suck Max! So stop trying to tiptoe around my feelings,” she cries out.

“Liz, you sound like an angel,” I am such a bullshitter, no?

“Whatever. What do you want?” She knows me too well. I guess I should explain why I’m tiptoeing around the subject of Michael and I going out for a ride on our motorcycles.

My wife and I have a date tonight. I promised her we would. I’ve been working late this past week trying to catch up from our little vacation and she missed me. And if I’m honest, I missed her too. So tonight we are going out to dinner and a movie. We ever did that; we kind of just skipped to the part of the date when you invite the person into your house. And I really want to do it and we still can, but her hormones are like lit firecrackers waiting to go off, not pretty people. So, I have to approach each subject gently.

I shrug innocently and pull her back against me, “Michael is downstairs and he wanted to take a quick ride, then…” Oh damn! I see tears and quivering lips. Not a good sign for me.

“Liz,” I start and she shakes her head. Help me please!

“It’s fine. Really, go. Have a great time,” she tries to smile but yeah not working. I know her better than this little front she’s trying to pull.

“I won’t go,” I’m quick to the rescue. I do not want her crying. I can’t stand to see her cry. Breaks my fucking heart.

“No, really. I’m just a little emotional right now. But I want you to go. You haven’t been out on it yet. Its just…” She starts the little lip nibbling and I want to suck on her lips until I hear that sweet moan escape from the back of her throat. Shit I’m horny! I better be getting some when we get home from our ‘date’. I shake my head of the thoughts. Sorry I haven’t gotten any in like three days. She’s been so tired and I just want her.

“You just what baby, tell me?” I kiss her lips softly and wipe away her tears. She looks up at me with her red brimmed eyes and bats her eyelashes. I resist the urge to growl. I need to get my shit together here.

“I just wanted to go with you for your very first ride, and I can’t.” Is that all? I thought it was something serious.

“Liz, baby. I know you can’t go right now but it’s okay. When this baby,” I place my hand on her abdomen, “is born we are going for lots of rides on it. Trust me I’m going to fulfill your fantasy.” I wink at her and give her a knowing smirk.

“Maax,” she moans out and I think I might rip her clothes off right now and take her. I’m so sexually frustrated it’s not even funny, but Michael is downstairs.

“I love you. Now why don’t you take a quick nap and I’ll be back by the time you get up?” I place my hands on her shoulders and look into her big brown eyes. She smiles. I sigh inwardly. Mission accomplished. I’ve dodged another hormonal missile. All is well in MaxLand for now.


Michael and I take a ride on the nearest highway and end up in some deserted lot. I can’t say it didn’t feel great finally getting to ride this baby. I’ve ridden Michael’s other one before, so I was used to it but this one is all mine and for some reason it just feels like a better ride.

“So, how’s Joshua doing?” I ask him while leaning against my bike. I watch his face closely and I know even if Michael doesn’t always act like it, he loves being a father.

“He’s great. Its just he’s still so small. I can’t wait for him to be able to walk and talk and…” I watch him and obviously I can’t hide my own excitement thinking about Liz being pregnant, because he stops mid sentence. Oh shit! Be cool, Evans. Be cool. There is no way he’s going to guess. Everything is…

“Holy shit! Liz is pregnant!” His mouth open in shock and I’m groaning aloud at this point. Liz is going to kick my ass!

“What? I have no idea what,” I start but he crosses his arms over his chest giving me the, ‘yeah right Maxwell, tell it to someone who doesn’t know you’ look.

“Shit! Michael I swear to God, if you tell Maria I’m going to seriously beat your ass!” I tell him running a nervous hand through my hair. If Maria finds out, that’s it. I’m toast. She can’t keep a secret. I think in all the time I’ve known her she was able to keep two secrets tops. And this is big and she’ll just fuck it up.

“Hey, I do not want to face the wrath of Liz. Trust me. But congratulations, man. It’s about damn time you knocked her up.” he jokes and I just shake my head.

“Thanks Mike.” I tell him reaching up my arm to see the time.

“I have to head back. So we’ll see you guys on Saturday to go look at the house for the final walkthrough?” I ask straddling my bike.

“Yes. I know you can’t wait to get in there.” It’s true. I seriously can’t.

“No, I can’t. But I know Liz is really excited about it, and it will keep her occupied.” I say putting my helmet on and revving up the engine.

“Thanks again Mike. Seriously, you’ve made the entire process painless.” I tell him as he lifts his helmet over his head.

“Yeah well it’s my job. It’s what I get paid the big bucks for,” He smirks. Damn he’s conceited.

I just shake my head and take off towards home.


The second I enter the house I can hear the music coming from upstairs. Thank God it’s not what she was listening to before. I’m not knocking it. I just don’t like it.

Oh hell, I am knocking it so what? Sue me.

I take the steps two at a time and when I reach our bedroom I find it empty. A smile forms on my lips when I hear the shower running. Just thinking about her all naked and soft. Water cascading down her back, over her shoulders and spilling over her breasts. I need to get in on this, now!

I strip quickly and enter the bathroom. We have a glass shower and I can see her with her head thrown back rinsing her long brown hair. Her nipples are hard and pointing straight up towards the ceiling. My eyes wander down the rest of her body. She’s so slim and that makes it pretty easy to see the little bump forming on her abdomen. Still, my eyes continue downwards to that perfect triangle between her legs. I lick my lips unconsciously and move closer to the doors. I reach out and open it up, her eyes are still closed, and so I step inside unnoticeably.

I watch as she finishing rinsing but keeps her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Perfect. Stepping closer I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Wh…Max!” I release her nipple with a pop and lean up to kiss her soft wet lips. I slide my hand around her waist bringing her flush against me. I bring my other hand up and cradle the back of her neck as I plunge my tongue into her mouth.

“Hmm…” she moans out and I smile against her lips. I love that I don’t have to do too much to drive her crazy. She starts to grind her hips into mine and I think I’ll go insane if I don’t have her now.

I rip my lips away from her and rest my forehead against hers. “Did you miss me?” I smile at her knowingly. Her chest heaving and a small smirk evident on her lips.

She reaches up and begins to play with the hair at the nape of my neck then says, “You know I did, the question is, did you miss me?” She stands up on her tiptoes and traces my lips with her tongue.

“I always miss you baby, but I’ve really been missing you,” I tell her kissing a trail down her neck. I reach up and cup her breasts in my hands and roll her nipples between my fingers.

“Shit!” Next thing I know she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck and she’s nipping and licking my neck like crazy. Damn that seriously feels good.

I reach around and slide one arm around her back and turn us so her back is against the shower wall. I lift her up a little higher and she runs her hands through my hair as I kiss her neck fiercely. I can’t get enough of her, she’s moaning and writhing against my chest. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.

“Max…please…” she moans out louder and I can’t make her beg. She looks too damn hot right now. Still holding her with one arm, I reach my arm in between us and position my cock between her legs and sink into her.

“Yes!” she screams out and begins to dig her nails into my back as I slide with great ease in and out of her hot body. I don’t know how, but it just gets better and better with her.

“Liz…yeah…” I moan out when she takes my earlobe between her lips and bites down gently on it. I increase the pace I’m barely holding on but I want her to go over first.

“Max…oh…yeah….Ma…” I feel her walls clamp down on me. Just a few more quick jabs and her tight walls milk me dry. The room is filling with our panting breaths and my legs feel like jello. I slowly release her and place her back on her feet.

“Hmm…that was nice,” she says and kisses my lips softly. What the fuck?! Nice? Sex with me is never nice, not with her.

“Nice?” I look at her confused and yeah I can admit that I’m hurt. Am I losing my touch?

“Yeah,” she shrugs and turns her back to me and begins to rinse off. Okay what the hell is going on?

“Liz,” I reach out and turn her around to face me and she’s…crying? An alarm goes off in my head, what if?

“Did I hurt you? Is it the baby? Liz, talk to me,” I rush out and crush her against me but she just continues to cry.

I reach out and tilt her chin towards me, but she won’t look me in the eyes. I try again but she just tells me she’s cold and wants to get out. I let her because I honestly don’t know what the hell just happened. I quickly wash off and hop out of the shower.

I enter the room and she’s already dressed. Panic starts to creep up and I don’t like it. I walk over to her on the bed.

“Okay, you need to tell me what’s wrong.” I tell her softly. But she doesn’t look at me. Which to me is completely unacceptable.

“Liz, look at me. Please,” I plead with her. Finally she turns her teary gaze towards me and she starts to talk but for the life of me I don’t know what’s she’s saying.

“Baby, stop crying and tell me.” I reach out my hand and cup her cheek. I brush the tears from her cheeks and wait until she calms down enough to talk.

“I’m scared.” Huh? What is she talking about?

“Liz,” I start but she cuts me off and jumps to her feet pacing.

“I’m scared that it’s not going to be good for you anymore. I’m going to get big Max. Big! And you’re not going to want to be with me cause I’ll be fat and ugly and…” She’s lost her mind. Oh that’s right she already did long ago. I stand and place my hands on her shoulders.

“Baby, you are going to be the sexiest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen. And I personally can’t wait until you get bigger so I get to rub your belly and kiss it. And I definitely will want to be with you. Are you crazy woman?” I ask her and I see her mood change. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through another seven months of this hormonal imbalance of hers. Don’t you feel sorry for me?

“Yeah? You sure? I won’t be little here anymore,” she says placing a palm against her belly. I smile and cup the back of her head and drag her lips to mine roughly. I pull away and I take pride in the fact that her lips are swollen and her face is flushed. She looks so hot right now. I could just take her again.

“I don’t care. I love you, Liz. I’ll love you pregnant. I’ll love you no matter what.” She smiles brightly and kisses me back hard, sliding her tongue into my mouth roughly and sweeping the inside of my mouth with her sweet soft tongue. I growl and she pulls away.

“Liiz,” I whine. I’m rock hard again and I know she’s going to leave me panting like a dog.

“Aww, I’m sorry. But I’m hungry Max.” I shake my head and watch as she walks to my dresser and throws a pair of boxers at me.

“Hurry, Max. Please.” She pleads with me and I can’t deny her anything. Damn that power she has over me.

“Okay. Fine! But Evans we finish this later.” I tell her slipping my boxers on and the next thing I know I’m getting a shirt thrown in my face.

“Nice, Liz. Really nice,” I say slipping the shirt on over my chest.

“I’m sorry. But I haven’t eaten since this morning and I really can’t wait.” I take a few strides towards her and pull her against me.

“You feel that?” I ask her huskily.

“Yeah,” she answers me breathlessly.

“We will finish this. And I won’t stop until you scream my name.” I groan out as she cups me in the palm of her hand. I can’t help but grind against her but then she just drops her hand and walks away.

“Pay back Liz. Seriously.” I say trying to sound threatening, but that’s just a crock of shit.

I pull on my jeans and look up to see her staring at me. “What?” Why is she staring?

“Aww, don’t worry I won’t leave Mr. Snuggles waiting.” She winks and runs past me.

“Liz!” I reach out to grab her arm but she slips away and runs out of the room.

Oh, she’s going to get a serious payback tonight. That is a promise.


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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Wed Aug 17, 2005 8:52 pm

A/N - If you guys knew how long it took me to write this part'd fall off your chair. This fluff is killing me (LOL) I say I get some serious drama in here...but then you guys would throw things at me :lol:

Thank you guys so much for the feedback. I want Max me...I write him that way. All the lurkers...hope you enjoy...and...

Cherie...I'm no more waiting for's payback time! *muah*

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Chapter 4

“So Max how is Liz doing?” It’s a conspiracy I tell you. Everyone is just scratching a layer or two at a time trying to pry this pregnancy information from me.

“She’s doing fine, Mom. In fact she’s hanging out with Maria and Tess. You know she’s trying to win the aunt of the year award.” I joke. Hey it was funny to me!

“That’s good honey. So what are you up to today?” My mom asks as she moves around the kitchen with great ease. It was all those years trying to feed my hungry ass that kept her on her toes. I know it’s true. She’ll try and deny it, but I know better.

“Nothing much, I have to meet up with Michael to go over the finishing touches for the house and then meet up with Liz for dinner.” I tell her as I try and sneak a peak under one of the lids on the stove.

“Max Evans put that lid down!” She reprimands me with her back turned to me. How the fuck do mom’s do that? I have to wonder if everyone’s mother does that. It’s really freaky.

“I wasn’t doing anything, Mom.” I try and lie.

“Yeah right Max. I’m your mother it is my job to know it.” She says while handing me a paintbrush?

“What is this for?” I ask and groan when I see the twinkle in her eye.

“Mom, come on! I’ll pay someone to do it.” I whine. I mean deep down, puppy dog eyes whine to my mother. Trust me if you knew what she wanted me to do you’d help me.

“Max, are you telling me you don’t want to help me?” She asks and I can tell she’s saddened by the thought. But at this point I’d buy her a car before I do what she’s asking me. You’ll see and you’ll understand.

“Mom, of course I want to help but I have so much to do with the house and with Liz. We want to get into the house before Christmas and the only way for me to do that is to stay focused. I can’t take on any side projects right now.” I try and explain and pray that it works.

“Oh. Okay. I understand you don’t want to help me.” She says leaving me feeling totally guilty. But I can’t do it. I just can’t!

“Mom,” I start but she cuts me off.

“No. It’s okay. I’ll just get Isabel to help me.” I can see the disappointment in her face.
Oh shit, now I feel bad.

“Mom, don’t make me feel bad.” She shrugs and continues to work around the kitchen making dinner.

“I’m not, just because you don’t want to help your mother paint Pinky’s bedroom doesn’t mean that I’m going to hold it against you. Or that I’m hurt that you don’t want to spend a little time with me.” See! I told you!

Let me explain, Pinky is my mother’s teacup Chihuahua. The thing has its own room and everything and my mother wants me to help her paint the room pink. Pink! For a dog with the name Pinky? See there is something seriously wrong with that and I will not be a part of that.

“I love spending time with you mom. I just really don’t have the time right now.” I try and weasel my way out. I’m a terrible son.

“Maybe if I had a grandchild to play with and watch I wouldn’t have to lavish Pinky with so much attention.” She throws a coy smile over her shoulder. You guys don’t have to worry, I can lie to my mother and she won’t suspect anything. Hell I didn’t sneak out of the house every night during high school and get away with it for nothing.

“Mom, Liz and I are just waiting until the time is right.” I explain.

“I’m sure that is true and I don’t want to put any pressure on you or anything, but I’m not getting any younger. And besides wouldn’t it be nice to start your family?” She asks subtly, she’s trying to get it out of me. I kid you not; my mother has this sixth sense about pregnant women. That’s why I cannot under any circumstances have my mother and Liz is the same room before we announce it.

“Yes it would and I can’t wait, but it will happen.” I hop on top of the kitchen counter and I just wait until she reprimands me. I know it’s coming.

“Get down from there! How many times do I have to tell you not to jump on the counter?”

“Aww Mom, you know you love me.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek.

“That I do. Now, why don’t you and Liz stop by tomorrow? I’ll make dinner and everything.” She offers and I cringe.

“Mom, I’m not really sure if Liz has any plans. I should wait and talk to her first.” This is looking really bad for me. If I resist too much, she’ll figure it out. Then my wife will kick my ass, no worse…she’ll hold out sex for like a week or some crazy shit like that. Oh hell no! I will not be defeated!

“That’s fine. Let me know tomorrow morning.” She smiles and I see the glint in her eye. She knows something is up, but she can’t prove it. Works for me!

Just then my cell phone rings. I flip the phone open and say a silent prayer.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi. Where are you?” Liz asks me, she sounds sort of breathless. I wonder if it’s normal to get all hot and bothered by that.

I swear you must think I’m a sex crazed lunatic or something. That is not the truth. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to want your wife all the time. I think it’s totally natural and more men should practice very often.

What? Don’t look at me like that! I’m being very serious here and I know you’re snickering or some shit like that. Not very nice at all. I’m being sincere and very gentlemanly and what do I get?

A round of, ‘yeah rights.’ You can’t see me, but I’m shaking my head in disappointment.

“At my parents house. You?”

“I just got home and you’re not here,” I can hear her pout through the phone. She’s so sexy without even trying.

“I’m leaving right now. Just get ready and I’ll be there to pick you up in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay. Love you,” she giggles into the phone. What the fuck is she doing?

“Love you, too. Bye.” I hang up and I don’t know why but there was something about that giggle that turned me on.

Oh damn, okay. I’ll admit it. I love sex. Just remember this though, I love sex with my wife. I think that says a lot.

“I guess you’re leaving now?” My mom asks.

“Yeah. Liz is getting ready, so I’ll talk to her tonight and call you tomorrow.” I kiss my mom goodbye and head home.


Holy shit!

That’s all I have to say. I think she’s trying to send me to an early grave.

“Hi baby,” she purrs out and I already feel my dick get hard. Liz is wearing this very short, very silky baby blue dress. It comes about mid thigh and it looks so perfect on her. She looks all innocent and that is definitely a turn on.

“Hey.” I approach her and lick my lips. I need her. I know I have to make her pay for this morning…and trust me I will.

“Did you miss me?” She asks crossing her legs and giving me a very nice peek of what she has under that dress.

“Of course. Now, let me show you how much.” I frame her face in my hands and kiss her hard. I suck on her lower lip and let it out with a pop. I know she loves it when I do that.

“Max, we have to get going.” What is up with her? Does she just enjoy leaving me panting or what?

“Oh no baby. I have some unfinished business with you.” I grin devilishly at her before dropping to my knees in front of the couch. I quickly uncross her legs and run my hands up her creamy thighs. She’s so damn soft and she feels incredible.

“Maax,” she moans out as her legs fall open to my touch.

“Hmm, what do you want baby?” I ask huskily.

“You…now.” She pants out and I continue my way up her dress to remove her skimpy underwear.

Once I finally slide them down her trim legs I throw them over my shoulder and lift her legs over my shoulders. The scent of her arousal only serves to drive me even crazier. I press my lips against her soft pink lips and begin to devour her with my mouth.

“Oh God! Max…yes…” she moans out breathlessly as she tunnels her hands through my hair.

I press one finger inside her slick walls and groan against her when I feel her clamp down on it. She’s so close, so ready to let go and I want her to more than anything…except for payback.

“Yes…ah…oh Max…” I slip yet another long digit inside of her and pump fiercely, driving her to the edge. Her hips rocking against my face every second, she’s there I can feel her body tense underneath me and I do the only thing I can.

I pull away and stand up.

“W-wha…Max?” she pants out breathlessly. Her chest is heaving and her face is flushed. She looks hot as hell right now. I could just take her and throw her over the couch and plunge into her body over and over again, but a lesson must be taught at the moment.

“Breathe Liz, it’s not good for the baby.” I grin at her.

“You bastard! I can’t believe you’d do that to me!” She gets off the couch, picks up her panties and leaves the room.

I know I’m not playing fair, but after all the times she’s left me panting like a dog in heat, you have to admit, she deserves it.


“I don’t like you very much,” Liz says to me as we sit down to dinner. She hasn’t said a word to me since we left the house.

“It’s okay. I can handle it.” I say and wink at her. It just pisses her off more, but see here is the thing you don’t know. She’s so hot and bothered that the only defense she has right now is to be angry with me. This should make for a very interesting evening.

“Whatever,” she grumbles out.

After we order our food, we sit in silence and eat. Now this is getting to me. Being upset is one thing, but she knows I can’t stand the silent treatment.

“Liz, I’m sorry.” See I’m such a fucking sucker.

“I’m not talking to you.”

“You just did,” I smirk.

“Whatever.” She narrows her eyes at me and takes the last bite of her pasta.

“Are you full?” I ask only because I want to make sure.

“Yes. Thank you.” She answers me because despite the fact that she’s upset with me, because she knows I care.

“How about we take a walk?” I asked as we make our way outside the restaurant. There is a park about two blocks away. Liz just nods at slips her hand in mine.

“So how was your day?” I ask her as we approached the entrance of the park.

“It was fun. But it was so hard not to tell Maria and Tess. Then to top it all off, Sarah stopped by and she was just talking a mile a minute.”

“Why? Was there something wrong?”

“Yes. Apparently Zan had gotten home from his business trip right before she came over, and get this. He got an offer from a company in Florida and apparently it’s really good money and they are thinking of moving.” Liz finished sadly. I know she’s happy for them, but upset at the same time.

“I’m sorry baby,” I pull her into my arms and hold her tightly.

“I just feel like I got her back, and now we’re going to have the babies and it’s just all…”

Wait! Did she just say babies? Or was that my imagination?

“What did you just say?” I ask interrupting her words.

“I said I feel like I just got her back and with the…oh God! I…” she nibbles on her bottom lip.

“You? What?” I tilt her chin up to face me. I search her face for an answer and a moment later I get it.

“I got the results of the ultrasound we had done a few days ago, and I wanted to tell you but…I just…”

“Tell me what?” I mean…it can’t be? Can it?

“We’re having twins!” She smiles brightly searching my face for something.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?!” I yell out. This is fucking amazing!

“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. This is not how I wanted to tell you, but I just forgot and then I dunno…you know me Max. My mind works in mysterious ways.” Liz smiles at me batting her long eyelashes and I just lift her up in my arms and kiss her.

“Twins! We’re going to have two babies…at once…” I say still not believing it myself.

“Yup. Are you happy?” she asks me sounding really unsure. And that just won’t do.

“I’m so happy, baby. You just have no idea.” I lean against the tree truck and pull her against me.

“I’m happy too, but I’m scared. Two? Max I can barely look after myself,” she jokes and I cup the back of her head softly.

“You are going to be an amazing and fun mother and I will love you even more for it.” I press my lips against hers hungrily. God, I want her now.

“Liz…” I moan out as she runs her hands up the front of my shirt. There is no way we’re doing this here. I have to get her home.

“Max…I can’t wait,” she whispers into my ear and all the self control I had just went out the window. I quickly switch places with her and move us so we’re standing shaded from any prying eyes.

Before I know what’s happening she undoes my pants and I let them hang loosely against my waist as I lift my hands under her dress and move her panties to the side.

She wraps her legs around me quickly and I reach in between us taking my thick erection and pressing it inside of her in one quick thrust.

“Max!” she screams out and I cover her lips with mine, successfully swallowing her moans. I hold her up close against my body as I pound into her body over and over. Harder and faster with each cry…each moan.

“Harder Max…oh God….” She cries about against my neck and I feel her slick walls tightening against my cock. I slide inside of her at a frenzied pace, burying myself deeper until I feel her entire body stiffen and the warm rush of her liquid against the tip of my dick and I explode a moment later.

Panting against her shoulder I try and pull myself together. I push her matted hair away from her face and kiss her lips softly.

“I love you, so much.” I tell her in a whispered voice.

“Hmm…me too.” She smiles lazily and I can tell she’s tired as hell. I quickly fix my clothes and lift her in my arms, carrying her back to the car.

As soon as I get her buckled in, she mumbles a few incoherent words to me before passing out.

I don’t drive off right away. Instead I just sit here watching this amazing woman, who is my wife and carrying my children, sleep. She looks as beautiful to me, if not more, since the first time I saw her.

I couldn’t have asked for a better life.

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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sat Aug 27, 2005 11:13 am

A/N - So sorry guys, but RL is just kicking my ass right now. So I managed to finish up this part this morning. I hope to be back next week with another part...if not give me a few more days and I'll have it!

Thanks for your patience and your feedback!! I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this and find it somewhat humorous :D

Chapter 5

Twins. Can you believe it? I will admit I’m puffing out my chest like I just fought a major battle and am the last man standing.

I can’t help it. At least my hard practice paid off, don’t you think?

Moving along from my monster ego. I have a few hours to myself. Since Liz is out with her mother shopping. For what, you ask? Curtains. Ask me how hard I kissed her when she told me that she knew I’d be bored doing it and offered to take her mother instead?

Really hard, that’s for damn sure. I love, Liz. But just like for my mother, I have limitations.

So, I get to spend the afternoon watching a football game alone. I prop my feet on the coffee table and reach for my ice-cold beer.

Last night was crazy. Outside in a park where anyone could see us? That is not me, but I don’t know ever since Liz told me she was pregnant, I’ve had this insatiable hunger to be with her whenever I want. Weird. It’s kind of strange as well.

Sure, I’ve always enjoyed making love to her, but now it’s different. Just knowing that I got her pregnant, fills me with this overwhelming sense of power. I don’t know I’m probably not explaining it right. I just feel like, I got her pregnant. Me making love to her…taking her, willingly of course, did that to her. A major sense of pride rises in my chest. Maybe it’s a guy thing.

I can’t wait for Thanksgiving to get here and over with. I think you know why too. This keeping a secret is killing me. Liz agreed to go to dinner tonight at my parent’s house. I tried to explain to her that it is a bad idea, but she thought I was being ridiculous. She told me that she hung around with her mother all the time, and she didn’t suspect a thing.

Yet, while I have noticed that Nancy hasn’t said a word. I have to wonder if Nancy is just not saying anything so she doesn’t spoil the surprise.

Anyway, back to my game. I lean my head back against the couch just as the phone rings. It figures. A man can never have peace. I reach over and answer it.


“Max, what are you up to?” I close my eyes because I know I’m a dead man.

“Just watching the game. Why?”

“I just wondered.” I’m a kick his ass.

“You told her. Didn’t you?” I sigh into the phone as I lift the remote to turn off the television. I’ve got some damage control to handle.

“I didn’t. I swear, man. She dragged it out of me.” Why do I highly doubt it? I know that Maria can be pushy, but there is no way she would have guessed it.

“You wanna stop bullshitting me, now? What did you tell her?” I ask running a frustrated hand through my hair. Liz is gonna be so hurt if she finds out. And she won’t. If I have to blackmail every single one of my friends and family members I will. How can I break her heart like that? I can’t. And I won’t!

“I was holding Joshua and I may have let a small comment slip passed my lips.” I groan into the phone.

“Michael! You know how bad Liz wanted to wait to tell everyone. How is she going to feel when she finds out everyone knows?”

“But Maxwell, everyone doesn’t know. Just Maria and…never mind,” he grumbles into the phone. He knows damn well, just like I do, if Maria knows it won’t be long until everyone knows. But maybe she won’t, right? I should really give her the benefit of the doubt. We’ll see.

“Exactly. It’s bad enough we’re going to dinner at my parents house and I just know my mother is going to guess.”

“How? That’s not possible. Liz isn’t even showing.”

“If that’s all I had to worry about, it would be smooth sailing. But Liz has been eating some seriously weird shit, and my mother will notice.” I kid you not; my wife has been making me sick. Some things are totally normal, others so seriously not. You’ll see what I mean by that a little later.

“I had her swear not to tell anyone,” Michael says sounding apologetic. I know he didn’t mean to slip up but my ass is dust if my wife finds out. I know I promised not to keep any secrets from her, but this teeny tiny one won’t matter, right? I hope the hell you’re agreeing with me, if not I’ll still blame you.

“Alright. Look, I need to get back to my game.”

“I’m a come over and watch it with you.”

“Are you babysitting?” I ask only because I love playing with Joshua.

“Don’t you know it! I’ll be over in a few.”


After I hung up with Michael, I couldn’t concentrate on the game to save my life. Instead I decided to take a shower and wait for him.

“So, I’m sure you guys are looking forward to the move.” Michael says to me when he walks back from the kitchen with a soda.

I’m of course not really paying attention, cause at the moment I have Joshua laughing like a maniac. This kid is adorable. He has big bright light brown eyes and he’s just so happy.

Don’t get me wrong; I love Christian and Anthony just the same. I just don’t see them as often as I’d like. They usually come around during the day with Sarah and Tess, so they cling to Liz.

Joshua though, is all mine. Well not in the literal sense but he’s the one I get to spend the most time with.

“Ah, yeah. We can’t wait. Liz is getting kind of cranky about having to pack things up. I told her I’d do it all, but she insists that I let her help. Besides, she said something about wanting it done the right way.”

You know what I just realized? That was an insult. And I’m obviously really slow since I just figured it out. Therefore, there is no need to mention this ever again.

“Chicks, who can understand them?” He asks plopping down next to me.

“Tell me about it.” We finish off the rest of the afternoon watching the game until Liz gets home.


"Liz, I really don't think it's a good idea to go to my parents tonight." I say to her but she's not listening. What is she doing instead you ask? She has her face buried in a book about parenting. Another thing you should remind me to mention to you later on.

"Max, it will be fine. You are overreacting. I mean if your parents haven't found out that we had sex in their house that day, then there is no way they'll figure this out." Oh, I guess I should mention the fact that my parents did figure it out and I was called out on it shortly thereafter. But she doesn't need to know that now does she?

"Do you want to maybe get dressed and get your head out of that book?" I joke with her while tickling her toes.

“Stop it, Max! That tickles!” She yells at me playfully while squirming.

"I am dressed. What is that supposed to mean?" Oh shit! I just stuck my foot in my mouth.

"Liz, you're wearing a pair of shorts and tank top. Not exactly screaming eveningwear." She rolls her eyes and huffs out.

"I need to be comfortable."

"Comfort is one thing, but you know my Mom. She expects you to be dressed for dinner." We go through this every time we go to dinner at my parents. All except the first time she went there do we have this conversation.

"But I'm tired." She pouts. She’s totally fucking adorable and I want to fuck her right now. Oh damn, did I say that? I really need to get my mind out of the gutter.

"So we won't go."


"Come on, Liz." I plead with her. I should really just beg her because I already know what’s going to happen.

"Max Evans, we are going. I'm getting dressed right now,” she jumps out of bed and prances over to her closet.

"Okay but you're going to have to unglue the book from your hand."

"You're not funny." She throws the book at me and I duck just in time.

“Damn you almost hit me with that!”

“Shit! I’ll try harder next time. My aim has been completely off lately.”

“Liz! Are you serious?!”




“I love you but you are just not being funny right now.” She gives me a smirk over her shoulder, winks and says,

“Yes. I. Am. You can’t help that fact that I’m so much funnier than you.” I’ll give her that one. She blows me a kiss before skipping to the bathroom.

"Whatever beautiful. Just get ready. We leave in twenty minutes."

"Oh, what is your mom having for dinner?" she calls out from the bathroom.

"Not sure, but I'm sure it's something you'll like and that you've had before."

I hope!


Boy was I wrong with my last statement. My mom decided to try something new. Yeah that's not so good with Liz's stomach right now.

So now we're seated at the table and Liz is playing with her food. On top of that she looks a little green. Damn, is now a good time for me to tell my wife, I told you so? Probably not, but that doesn't mean I still don't want too.

"Liz, honey are you okay?" My mom asks. Oh shit things are looking really bad.

"Yes, I'm fine. Actually I have a little headache." Nice save.

"Oh, we have aspirin in the bathroom. Why don't you go and take some." It would seem right now for those of you who can't see my mother, that everything is okay. Well it's not. She knows. And she knows that I know that she knows.

Wait! Did that make sense? Oh who the hell cares! I'm in crisis mode now. I need to figure this out before Liz gets back to the table.

"Oh my God! I'm going to be a grandmother!" My mother yells out.

"Mom! Keep your voice down! I don't want Liz knowing that you know." I hiss out.

She has tears in her eyes. I'm dead. I need to make a note to myself to pick out my headstone cause I'll be needing it very soon.

"This is so wonderful." Both my parents agree as do I, but Liz can't know. Not yet. She will be destroyed if she did.

"Mom, you can't tell Liz that you know." I start to explain and thankfully my father understands.

"Yes, Diane. You can't say anything."

"What? Why not? This is a joyous occasion and we need to celebrate."

"No! We can't. This will kill Liz. She wanted it to be a surprise. Please mom, just wait until we announce it." I beg her. Puppy dog eyes and all. Hey! Something has to work right?

"Fine. How long do I have to wait?" She asks and she is not happy.

"Until Thanksgiving."

"That's weeks away Max." Her eyes get all big and she looks hurt, but my wife if my priority right now. Her hormones are bad enough without me throwing this shit into the mix.

"I know, but promise me mom."

"Okay. I promise."

Another bullet dodged. I hate lying to Liz. I really do. But what else am I supposed to do?

Dinner goes off without another hitch, thankfully.


"Can I just say that I was right?" She bounces into the room with a smile on her face.

"Yes, you were." I mumble out. I don't like her to be right. It's a guy thing so get over it.

"Yay! For me!" She jumps into my arms and kisses my face.

"Now what do I get for being right?" She asks.

"Anything you want." I answer.

"Just what I was thinking." She winks and drops down to her knees and unzips my pants.

Oh damn! If this is what I get for being wrong, I’ll be wrong any day of the year.


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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:01 am

A/N - So sorry I'm a day late. My muse has been MIA and it's getting increasingly difficult to get parts out :roll: Anyway, I know you all have mixed feelings about Liz finding out and Max telling her, but hopefully this part will settle that. Of course, that doesn't mean all is well in MaxLand :twisted:

Thank you guys so much for the feedback, I will say I don't read the feedback until I'm ready to post the next part mainly because I don't want it to in anyway change the way I decide to deliver a part, but it is very interesting to see what you guys say once I'm done with a part! I love it! And appreciate it so much!!

Chapter 6

“Liz, what are you doing?” I ask only because if you could see her right now you’d probably fall off your chair laughing. I kid you not.

“What does it look like I’m doing Einstein?” she retorts with a roll of her brown eyes.

“I’m not sure. I think it looks like you’re packing, but what I can’t figure out is why you are in the box, and everything else is outside of it?” I walk fully into our bedroom and I seriously have to hold back my laugh.

She’s wearing a red handkerchief on her head, but there are strands of hair spilling from all sides of it. I can tell she’s sweating and very frustrated, but it’s still funny. She is sitting on the floor and she’s literally like crawled inside of the box.

“This is not a good time for jokes or humor. Now you want to help me?” she asks blowing a ruthless strand of hair out of her face.

I want to help her…I really do, but this is great.

“Oh! I need the camera!” I run out of the room and down the hall to the den to grab our digital camera.

“Max! What the fuck! You are just going to leave me here?!” Liz yells out angrily. I know I’m going to pay for this, but I can’t help it!

“Liz, baby. This will be a great story to tell our kids. Come on…now smile.” I edge on with a hint of a smile behind my lips and she flips me off just as I click the camera.

“Liz! Great impression for our kids, I can see it now. Oh kids, this is mommy when she was pregnant with you giving daddy the finger. Yeah, real nice Liz.” I retort playfully.

“Listen, asshole. Take the fucking picture and get me out of here! I will pay you back for this.” She grounds out and poses with a bright smile for the camera. That’s my trooper.

“Am I really an asshole?” I ask pulling her against my chest.

“Yes and my payback is going to be a bitch!” She smiles brightly before extracting herself from my arms.

“Wait what does that mean?”

“Nothing.” She smiles innocently and I think we all know how innocent she isn’t.

“Liz! What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry baby it’s nothing.” Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to get the biggest payback of my life?


So far everything is moving nicely with Operation BS. Oh you’re probably wondering just what the fuck that means. Contrary to what you might think it’s not, Operation Bullshit. It’s Operation Baby Secret. Michael came up with it, he’s not the brightest crayon in the box obviously, but it works.

Thanksgiving is in one week and so far the only people that know are, Michael, Maria and my parents. The plan is simple; we are all going out to dinner tonight with everyone to congratulate Zan on his promotion.

Now those people that know about me and Liz’s secret have sworn to not mention it during dinner. And I know Liz doesn’t suspect a thing.

Do you think what I’m doing is wrong? I often ask myself the same question, but the way I look at it is like this, Liz would be heartbroken if she wasn’t able to be the one to break the news to everyone. So what harm is it to have a few people pretend to be surprised? I don’t think its all that bad but on the other hand, if she finds out she’s going to be even more hurt that I lied.

But if we want to get technical, and I’m a guy so we’re going to work with that. I technically haven’t lied to her. How you ask?

That’s the easy part, she has not asked me if I told anyone and if she did I would tell her no. Because that is the truth, everyone that knows has guessed, with the exception of Maria. If Liz asks me if anyone knows, then yes I would be lying if I said no, but she has not asked me the question.

So I am in the free and clear.

Told you, I’m good.

Can’t wait for dinner and this week to be over with that’s for damn sure.


Oh shit! I spoke too soon. I was way too cocky. I am in deep shit and I don’t know how to get out of it.

Why you ask? I can’t tell you. It’s all too much right now. In fact it feels like the walls in this elevator are slowing closing in and suffocating me.

Oh this is it, the end. My wife is going to bury me out with the rosebush in the backyard. Damn, when the fuck did I get so melodramatic? I’m a man for Christ sake! I can handle this simple little question.

No big deal. I’ll just turn to her and answer her. That’s it. No worries. I can do this!

Oh who the hell am I kidding? I can’t lie to her. I just can’t! So now I’m left with telling her the truth and her beating me to death or scratching my eyes out or…

“Max? Did you hear me?”

“Hmm, what? I’m sorry. I think I got water in my ears when I took a shower.” I shake my head just to add that effect and smile down at her. I brace myself for her question.

“I asked you if you think we should tell them sooner?” Oh shit! I’ve lost my fucking mind! I could have sworn that she asked me if anyone knew. I would have bet any amount of money on it, but she didn’t.

I’m hallucinating now. What kind of shit is that? I’m borderline paranoia here. That’s bad. I can’t lie to her; I have to tell her the truth tonight when we get home from dinner.

“It’s up to you. I can’t wait for everyone else to know…I mean everyone besides you and me.” I quip nervously and she is none the wiser because she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

“No, I want to wait.” Great! Perfect!

“Sounds good.”

I’m so screwed!


“Liz, how have you been?” I resist the urge to groan out loud when my mother asks that question. After all she just saw her the other day. Is my mother trying to get me in trouble? I swear it’s probably just revenge for not painting Pinky’s room. That’s low.

“Oh I’m good. Just tired and a little nauseous but other than that I’m good.” Okay did I miss the memo? Why the hell is Liz telling my mother she is nauseous? My mother will figure it out, hell everyone at the table will figure it out. I cautiously look around the table and everyone is eating as if Liz hadn’t said anything of significance.

You know what? It’s probably just my imagination.

“Zan, you looking forward to moving to sunny Florida or what?”

“Yeah man how can I not?” At this point I could care less about what he’s talking about because currently my wife is running her hand very close to a particular part of my body. What is she doing?!

It’s a conspiracy; she’s trying to torture me. I get it, my payback.

She continues for a few minutes as conversations about an array of things fly around the table, but my attention is focused elsewhere.

Do you really need to ask? Seriously, you’re brighter than that, so I’ll just move along.

“Where are you going?” I ask Liz as she stands up abruptly.

“I need to use the restroom,” she says as she leans over and kisses my lips softly. I resist the urge to growl as I watch her perfectly round bottom sway as she walks down the aisle away from me.

“Stop drooling,” Kyle says as he elbows me and I punch his arm.

“Would you to be civilized?” My mother reprimands us.

“We are. He started it.” I defend.

“Oh hush, both of you act like children.” Everyone at the table snickers behind their napkins and I narrow my eyes at them.

“No, Max acts like a child. I act like a mature adult.” I laugh out at Kyle’s words.

“Please! You a mature adult? Is that why you jumped into Michael’s arms when we went camping last year?” I ask knowing damn well this will get him heated.

“Hey! That thing just jumped out of nowhere. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a bear?” he asks in defense and I see we have everyone at the table’s attention. Luckily we are in a private room so the conversation is kept between our party.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because it was white and fluffy and only came up to your ankles.”

“Are you serious?!” My father asks just as Liz’s mother bursts out laughing.

“Yes! It was a rabbit!” Michael bursts out and well break out into a major laughing fit. Even Kyle has joined at this point. He gave up his argument when he saw he was outnumbered.

“What’s so funny?” Liz asks with a very sad expression on her face.

Fuck me! I rise up quickly to stand beside her. I kiss her temple before explaining to her what was going on.

“Oh. I remember that story,” she says extracting herself from my arms and taking her seat back at the table.

Did I miss something?

“Are you okay, baby?” I lean in and whisper into her ear. She just nods.

The food comes to the table shortly thereafter, and I’m still confused as to why she looks so sad. I don’t like it.

“Does anyone want dessert?” Maria asks as soon as we finish up dinner. Liz’s mood has not changed and I hope to hell it wasn’t something that I did.

“Honey, are you okay?” Her mother asks and Liz just nods.

“Liz?” I reach out my hand to her and she looks up at me…what is that look?

“I can’t wait.” She mumbles out before standing to her feet. What the hell is she talking about?

“Max and I have something we want to share with all of you.” The glum look on her face is erased away instantly and I finally know what was wrong. She couldn’t wait to share the news as much as me.

I quickly stand up and take her hand in mine.

“What? The suspense is killing me.” This comes from Sarah. Now all eyes are on us, and even though some of the people at the table know what is going on, they are still going to be surprised.

“I’m pregnant with twins!” Liz announces happily and I couldn’t agree with the sentiment more.

A chorus of ‘Oh my Gods’ and ‘Congratulations’ fill the room and Liz is crying as our friends and family pull us into hugs.

“Damn Maxwell, looks like someone was busy.” Kyle and Zan all agree with Michael’s statement. Is it proper timing for me to pat myself on the back? Damn I told you my ego is beyond huge at this point. I can’t help it.

“You could say that.”

“Say what?” My mother asks. Now ask me how red my face is right now?


“Oh are you sure?”

“Yes!” I shout out trying to hide my mortification.

Looks like everything worked out and I didn’t have to lie to my wife after all. This day is turning out better than I could have ever expected.


“Pull over.”

“Are you sick?” I ask as I pull off the road and into an empty parking lot.

“No. That’s not it.” I eye her suspiciously.

“What’s wrong then?” She finally looks at me and smiles devilishly at me. Oh shit! I know what that look means. Can’t say I’m not ready for it either.

“Back seat Max.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Thank God it’s after eleven and pitch black out.

I climb in back and watch as she crawls over the seats with her short dress and her breasts that practically spill out of the top of her dress. I fucking want her now.

I pull her into my lap and pull the strings down her dress and attach my lips to her sensitive nipples.

“Oh Max!” She moans out loudly and dings her fingers in my hair.

I run my hands down her back and grab her ass pushing her that much closer to my erection. I reach around and place my hand on her belly and realize this dress needs to come off. I tug it over her head. And the material scrapes across her nipples and she moans out and grinds herself down on my erection hard.

“Fuck Liz!” I hiss out and she still has on her underwear and that just won’t do. She has to be naked. I don’t know why but ever since we found out she was pregnant I’ve needed to have her completely naked. I need to watch her body change, watch as she takes everything I’ve got to offer her waiting body.

“Max hurry…” Oh I am baby…I am.

I reach in between us and slip two fingers inside her dripping center. She drives me crazy.

“Max…yes…oh…yes!” Ever since she’s been pregnant everything on her is more sensitive which makes for a very loud and very fun ride if you know what I mean.

I reach out and grab my cock and slip it between her moist lips. I watch her face closely. The passion filled hunger in them is enough to make me come on the spot. I watch our bodies completely joined and it still fills me with a sense of awe that this tiny woman in my arms can take all of me. Seriously, not to brag but I am larger than the average and her being the size she is…major fucking turn on.

“Ride me baby.” I pant out breathlessly. She beings the delicious stroking up and down…up and down. I wrap my arm around her neck and then place my other hand on her stomach. I then slide my hand down her slick back I’m so close and I know she is too.

I begin my thrusts up into her, hard and fast just the way she likes it.

“Max…oh…yeah baby…harder Max! Harder!” Never leave a woman wanting is my motto. I pump into her fiercely and then I feel it or rather her. She clamps her walls down and then I feel the rush of her orgasm bathe the tip of my cock and that sends me over the edge. Keeping her walls tight around me she pumps harder and then I feel my balls tighten and my dick get that much harder before my orgasm bursts out into her.

“Fuck! Yeah…baby…ah…yeah…” I moan out and wait until she slows her movements. But it’s not enough for her. I know it’s not. The further along she gets in the pregnancy the more she desires it.

“More Max…just once more. I need to feel you.” I lean my head back and clench my teeth and eyes closed. This is the part where I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry.

Wonder why?

Let’s see if I can explain it as my wife bounces on my cock. The tip of it is so sensitive; over stimulating it drives a guy crazy. Like you want to keep fucking but you can’t, but Liz does this thing that just…hmm well you’ll see.

“Yeah…God Liz…I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” I’m already that close. She leans forward to regard me and I push her matted hair away from her face and frame her face between my hands. I lean in and kiss her, I nip on her lips and she moans out louder. I reach down and tweak her nipples.

“Oh God! I’m coming Max….I’m…” I feel the rush, but this time she clamps my dick like a vice grip and slowly sinks herself on me and then pulls almost all the way off of me only to sink back. I think I might actually go blind one of these days. I don’t know where she learned it and I honestly don’t give a shit, so long as she never stops.

“Liz…yeah…fuck that feels so fucking good baby…so good.” I trust up into her and I feel the familiar tightening in my groin and my dick swells once again, and then it comes like a flood. I feel her slick wetness drip down me at the exact moment I literally explode inside of her.

“Oh yeah…Liz….ahhh….yeah….” I moan out and she places her head against my sweaty chest.

“That was fucking awesome.” I pant out.

“Hmm…I know. Now let’s go home.” She smiles and I know that my night has just begun.


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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:46 pm

A/N - Thank you guys so much for the feedback! I'm glad I'm sort of funny...I'm really trying *LOL* Anyway...since I have to get off this computer before bad things happen, I can't thank you each but know that every feedback means the world to me!!!

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Chapter 7

My life couldn’t be any better. No seriously, I’m not trying to brag but it just can’t. My wife is pregnant with twins, and our family knows which means I don’t have to keep any secrets from Liz.

Oh how did I forget the biggest news? We’re moving today. Yes today, I can’t believe it. Liz is excited but ask me what she’s doing and you won’t believe me.

No seriously, I should make you guess but I’m a guy and I have no patience for that right now. So I’ll just come out and tell you.

She’s knitting.

Are you laughing? I’m not being mean, but are you? I can tell when you’re lying. I can just picture the thoughts running through your mind when I said that. And before you ask, she is not in the hospital right now. I have to admit that she hasn’t injured herself with those long ass needle looking things, or anyone else for that matter.

I’m watching her right now, she’s nibbling on her bottom lip, her stomach is getting bigger by the day it seems and I can’t help but fall in love with her more each time I see her. Liz is not perfect, but hell neither am I. She’s quirky and funny, and just a one of a kind.

Seriously, she may infuriate me at times, but how can I not love her? She keeps me on my toes and…oh you don’t know.

Maybe I shouldn’t share that story with you, it’s kind of embarrassing. So I’ll just talk about something else. Let’s see…I could talk about how we went to the movies last night and Liz got sick right in the middle of it. Or I could talk about how Liz has cried everyday to Sarah on the phone knowing that she’s leaving in two short weeks.

What? Don’t look at me like that! And stop the damned yelling! I’ll tell you alright!

Damn, a man can catch a break even when he’s thinking.

Let’s see it was about two weeks ago and it was the morning of Thanksgiving, you remember Liz was supposed to cook right?

Well, how about you see for yourself what happened that day…


“Max, I need you to please go to the store!” She calls out from the kitchen.

Is she crazy? She must be because it’s Thanksgiving morning and there is a football game coming on that I don’t want to miss because I’m sitting on a long line at the grocery store. Oh hell no!

“For what? We went last night and we bought everything you needed.” I remind her gently.

“I know that! But I need you to go anyway.” I get off the couch now because she’s being too vague. Something’s wrong.

I push through the kitchen door and see her sitting at the end of the table trying not to cry. Oh shit! This is bad. I look around the kitchen real quick and assess the damage.

“Liz, what happened?” I ask gently as I move to stand in front of her. Her bottom lip is quivering and her eyes are filled to the brim with unshed tears.

“I…tried to make the turkey but something happened to it.” I look around and I don’t see the turkey so I don’t understand.

“Liz, where is the turkey? You had it in the oven right?” She nods.

“Then what?”

“And then…and…then…” That’s all she says because now she’s crying. I kneel down in front of her and kiss her forehead.

“Did it burn?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Did it dry up?” She shakes her head again.

“Then what happened?” I ask her only because I could be guessing all day at this point.

Instead of answering me she gets up, walks over to the oven, opens it up and then points dramatically to the turkey inside.

“Look at it! Just look! It’s destroyed!” She yells and cries all at the same time.

I walk over and pull out the turkey and I’ll admit it has a funny smell but it doesn’t look bad or burnt. So what is the problem? I place it on the counter and look at it, and then her and her shoulders just start to shake.

“It’s okay, baby. But I don’t see the problem.”

“That is the problem!” she yells out and points to the turkey. Maybe it’s just me but I don’t get it.

I turn it around and examine it closely. That’s when I see it. Oh well damn! This seriously sucks!

“Liz,” I start only to have her cut me off.

“Don’t! I fucked it up! Now no one will have anything to eat and it will be all my fault!” She yells then turns on her heels and runs up the stairs.

Time to do some damage control. I want to run upstairs to her, but first I need to make a phone call.


“Hello sweetheart. Happy Thanksgiving.” I can tell she’s smiling into the phone.

“Happy Thanksgiving. Mom, did you happen by any chance to make a turkey this morning?” I know she did. She will make one because she always makes one. Even if we ate it for leftovers everyday for a week she’d make one.

“Of course, I did. Why?”

“Liz, made a turkey this morning, but she forgot to take out the plastic bag and it melted. Now she’s hysterical crying because she thinks she ruined dinner.”

“Nonsense! I did the same thing the first time I made one. So I’ll just bring the turkey.” I love my mom.

“Okay, please. But you can’t tell Liz I told you. Tell her that you made it and was bringing it over incase we needed more or something.”

“Max, honey are you implying that your mother cannot lie? Because I can sweetheart.” She can? And she does? What the hell?

“Mom, you never cease to amaze me.”

“Oh you are too good to me.” I smile.

“Okay, now I have to go to Liz.”

“That’s fine. We’ll see you in a few hours.”

Now it’s time to get my wife under control.


“Max, I’m going out with Maria for a little while.” Liz says as she slips into my lap.

“Hmm, do you have to go right now?” I whisper into her ear as she wiggles in my lap.

“I do, but I’ll be back soon.” I run my hands through her hair and crush her lips against mine.

“How about a quickie?” I urge on slipping my hand underneath her shirt.

“Max! We just did it this morning. What do you think I’m a machine or something? I’m pregnant.” She reprimands me but secretly she loves the fact that I want her so bad being pregnant.

“Oh stop it, you love it.” I murmur against her neck, sucking on it gently.

“Maybe but soon we’ll have to stop.” What?! Stop? No, is she kidding?

“Liz, what are you talking about?”

“Max, I’m having twins, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly built for that. The doctor is eventually going to tell me to stop having sex until after the babies are born.” Oh God…I think I feel my heart breaking. Seriously, this is big. I mean I worry about her and wouldn’t want anything happening to her, but no sex?

“How long would that be for?” She just shakes her head.

“What? Liz, I think the longest we’ve gone was a week and that almost killed me. I just need to be prepared that’s all.” Is there anything wrong with me asking? I hope to hell there isn’t.

“I don’t know a few months.” Oh what is that you hear? That’s the sound of all the life being sucked out from my soul at her words. I can’t get enough of her, and so not being able to touch her like that for months…will require me to draw on some serious preserves of my sexual energy.

“Then you need to hurry the hell back home, we have to make up for all the time we’ll lose out on during those,” I swallow thickly, “Months.”

“Stop being so dramatic, just cause we can’t have sex doesn’t mean I can’t give you your release.” Hmm, now this is an interesting fact. But I can’t do that to her.

“Liz, we can’t. I won’t be able to do anything with you and…” She silences me with a kiss. Then she does the most unexpected thing. She slides off of my lap and onto her knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I ask pretty damned breathless and she hasn’t even done anything…yet.

“I’m giving you a sample.” She smiles devilishly at me before unzipping my jeans. Holy hell!

She quickly pulls my dick from my pants and covers it with her hot mouth. Christ, she just gets better and better at it. I run my hands through her hair and lean my head back enjoying the feel of her swirling her pink tongue around the head of my erection.

“Do you like that?” She purrs out and God help me, I’m about to take her right here.

“Yes,” I moan out and thrust my hips up into her. She continues to lick and suck bringing me right to the edge.

“Fuck this!” I hiss out as I lean up and lift her up off the floor.

“Max!” she screeches out as I place her in my lap. I run my hands up her thighs and move her long skirt up to her waist. I love the fact that she wears either a dress or skirt everyday. Talk about easy access.

I quickly push her thong, yes she still wears them, to the side. How sexy is that? And take myself in hand and urge her to sink down on me fully. We both moan out at the sensation of her stretching above me. Getting accommodated with my length. I know we don’t have a lot of time but I need her. I run my hands down her back and rest them on her hips, aiding her movements.

Since I know her feet don’t touch the floor I thrust into her, matching her thrusts. She moans out and throws her head back. I love seeing her like this, she’s perfect and she feels amazing.

“Max…” she cries out and I pull her down against me as my body shudders in release.

“So much for me withholding the quickie.” She jokes and buries her head in my chest.

“I know. But wait until you get back.” I kiss her lips softly and help her stand.

“Really? What do I get?”

“I think you know, because that my wife, was just a sample.” I wink.

“I can’t wait.” She says fixing her clothes.

“Me either, baby. Have a good time and don’t get into trouble.”

“I won’t!” she says as she bounces for the door.
Anyway, where was I in my story? That’s right I went upstairs to talk to Liz…


I open our bedroom door and see her laying on her back on the bed, crying. She breaks my heart.

“Liz,” I whisper out.

“No, you can’t make it better!” she rushes out between her sobs. I cross the room and sit beside her, rubbing her slight swell of her belly. It’s still amazing that our children are growing there.

“I know I can’t make it better, but everyone makes this mistake, Liz. Hell I didn’t even know about it until a two years ago.”

“Really?” She sniffles.

“Really, baby. I love you and everything will be great today.” I lean down and kiss her wet cheek.

“But what will everyone eat?”

“You’ve got plenty of other food, don’t even worry.” I reassure her. She seems to stop crying.

“Do you feel better?” I ask leaning in and kissing her neck, sliding my tongue up to her ear and nibbling.

“Max,” she pants out breathless and because I want her right now, I slide down to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” She asks sadly and I just smile. I lift up her skirt and am pleasantly surprised to see she went commando.

I lift her legs and place her feet at the edge of the bed and then I pull her down and cradle her hips in my arms. I position her wet pink flesh right where I want it. I lean in for a taste and she bucks off the bed.

“Oh God!” she cries out clenching my hair in her hands, pushing me closer to her sweet center.

I lick in earnest, trying to bring her over the edge. I plunge my tongue in and out of her, making love to her with my mouth. Ever since she found out she was pregnant our sex life has gone over the edge. She is just insatiable some days and me being me, I try my best to keep up, but I can only imagine how hard that is going to be.

“Max…” She screams out and I feel the rush of her against my tongue and I continue to lick up every last bit of her. Finally she pulls her fingers from my scalp and I stand up and smile at her.

“I love you.” I tell her and she smiles.

”And I love you.”

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. My mom brought the turkey and Liz didn’t think anything of it, since of course my mom always makes two turkeys on Thanksgiving. A fact that I myself forgot, but Liz remembered.


I take a look at the time; the movers should be here shortly. I need to just pack up a few things in the garage.

When I’m finally done I take a seat in the living room and close my eyes for just a few minutes.


I wake up to the feeling of my cell phone vibrating against my leg. I groggily move and pull the phone from my pocket and flip it open. I don’t recognize the number…hmm.



“Liz? Where are you?” I ask sitting up.

“I…Max don’t be mad okay?” I stand up now.

“Why would I be mad? Where are you calling me from? Why aren’t you using your cell phone?” I fire off the questions but she doesn’t answer and then I hear a weird sound in the background.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m…Max you have to promise me,” she begs.

“I’m not promising shit until you tell me. Are you okay?” I ask finally realizing I don’t care where she is, so long as she is okay.

“Yes. I’m fine. But…Max promise,” she pleads.

“Okay, I promise. Now tell me where you are.” I finally give in. I mean it can’t be that bad. Maybe she and Maria got a flat tire or maybe they just got lost or…

“I’m in jail.”

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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:12 pm

A/N - I know you are all waiting for the story behind Liz's prision here it is. Just remember don't throw things at me when you get to the end :twisted:

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Chapter 8

I had to ask myself several times on my way to pick up Michael and Joshua, just how the hell does my pregnant wife end up in jail?

It just leaves me completely and utterly confused. Who would arrest a pregnant woman and her crazy friend?

Did I forget to mention that Maria was arrested as well? Cause she was and let’s just say that Michael is not happy.

“What the fuck, Maxwell? Did Liz say why she and Maria were arrested?” Michael asks me as he gets in the car, after strapping Joshua in.

“She didn’t. All she said was that she needed me to come and bail her and Maria out.”

“What could they have done? I mean yeah they get into some shit, and Liz, well you know Liz, but still. I can’t wait for the explanation on this one.” Michael shakes his head while raking a hand through it.

“Tell me about it.” The police station is about ten minutes away, so I guess we’ll have our answer soon enough.


“Hey Kevin, Steve, Rick, how are you guys?” I say as soon as I see a few friends of mine, who happen to be police officers as well. I can already see them busting on my ass for my wife getting arrested.

“Hey Max, you here to pick up the Mrs.?” Kevin jokes and I flip him off.

“Max, you want to quit with the high school reunion and find out what the hell happened?” Michael asks while hoisting Joshua on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I got this.” I say then walk over to Rick to see if he knows.

“You know Max, I know you loved to live dangerously but that wife of yours, is something else.” I roll my eyes. Don’t I know it?

“Just tell me what happened.” He walks around his desk and leads me back towards the holding cell.

Is it me or is this really weird? I should not be here that’s all I know.

“They were both arrested on assault charges.” I stop dead in my tracks.

“Assault? Liz? Are you serious?” I joke but he’s not laughing with me people.

“Yeah, she entered a store had a disagreement with the owner and threw something at her, then her co-conspirator stepped in the middle and that’s when someone called the cops. The owner wanted to press charges, so this could get ugly.”

Okay, I have to take a step back from this situation. Wonder why? I guess it’s because I find this amusing. Liz and Maria being put in jail for assault.

My Liz. Assault? This should be a good story. I wonder who the hell it was.

I finally clear my head and follow Rick down the long hall. I can hear Maria and Liz’s voices as I approach. Michael waited behind because honestly, he would not be able to control his rage at the moment and he didn’t want his son witness to it.

“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen…”

“Nobody knows my sorrow…” I roll my eyes at their song choice.

“Max!” Liz jumps off the bed and heads towards her prison cell door.

Now those are three words I never expected to use when referring to my wife.

“This is a travesty on the most historical level. We were imprisoned wrongfully. I want my attorney!” Maria sits up and throws her hands up wildly.

“He is your attorney Bonnie.” I spin my head only to find Michael standing behind me.

“Bonnie? Huh? I don’t get it.” Liz says while trying to avoid my eyes.

“You know Bonnie and Clyde.” Michael emphasizes sarcastically.

“Oh. Well wasn’t that a guy and girl?” Liz asks and I just laugh to myself. I am furious but I really don’t know what happened. For all I know this was a misunderstanding. Because let’s face it people, my wife can get herself into some shit without even trying.

“Yes, but just forget it,” Michael says entering the cell and handing Joshua to his mother.

“Oh! I got it! We can be Romy and Michele!” Liz says enthusiastically and then she mumbles out a ‘never mind’.

I wonder what…oh fuck!

I cross my arms over my chest waiting for an explanation, but I have a funny feeling that I’m really not going to like the story to follow. Wonder why? Oh just wait and see.


“It wasn’t my fault she’s a stupid bitch!” Liz hisses out after Michael left with Maria. We’re still in her jail cell and we’re not leaving until I get the full and complete story.

“Liz, what did you do?”

“Me?! I didn’t do anything. I was simply shopping and she just up and started calling me names.” Calling her names? Am I the only one who thinks, fifth grade, when they hear something like that?

I think not.

“Liz, what were you doing there in the first place?” I ask watching as she takes a seat on the cot across from me.

“I don’t know. I was out shopping with Maria and we walked by the store, so Maria said, why don’t we go in. So I figure, sure why the hell not?” Of course she would say that.

I really should fill you in but well let’s just watch her story unfold, shall we?

“Then what happened?”

“Well we were looking at a few displays of earrings and then we asked one of the sales people to take one out so we could have a better look…” I really could care less about this, but I don’t want to upset her and I’m sure this was all really traumatic. So I’ll be the good husband who just sits back, relaxes and waits for the bomb to drop.

“Then she came out and started harassing us!” She, I love how she loses her name and is now referred to as an article. I know you don’t know who I’m talking about, but if you try hard, I’m sure you can guess.

“How did she harass you?”

“Max, don’t get that tone with me. I’m trying to explain my wrongful arrest and you seem to be taking amusement out of it. But you know what? I bet when I’m done you’re not going to be amused at all!” she screeches out and now I’m very intrigued. What the hell is she talking about?

“Anyway, she came into the store and was nasty to both me and Maria. So I said to her, look we were just looking, bitch, we’ll be done in a minute.”

“Hold up! You called her a bitch?” This is too much for me. I don’t think I’ll make it through the rest of the story.

“Yes, because she is. Now, stop interrupting me or I’ll never finish. And I’ll never have that strawberry pie in the fridge.” She stands up and begins to pace.

“Now, she’s pissed off and so am I. She walks behind the counter to put the display way, fine, whatever, like I care or something. Where was I?” She places a hand on her hip seriously trying to remember. If she’d just stick to the facts I could be home for the movers instead of my parents.

“Display?” I offer to be of help.

“Right! So I’m like, fine put your shit away. So then, get this! She starts laughing! All out laughing and I’m about to knock her upside the head with my fist, but I digress. I tell Maria that we should leave, and the stupid bitch agrees. Well I wasn’t having any of that. Who the hell is she to tell me what to do? So I decide we should stay and look around.” I roll my eyes; I can see it happening already. The only thing I can’t figure out is how she and Maria ended up in jail. So I ask her.

“That’s the million dollar question, husband of mine.” Oh shit! Her eyes narrow and she looks pissed off…at me. What did I do?


“Oh no. Let me finish. After a few minutes she mumbles something out. And I ask her what she said and she told me.” Why can’t she just get to the point and tell me why she’s going to blame this all on me?

You don’t think so? Watch, I know her.

“She had mumbled out that she guessed he’d knocked me up.” He, referring to me, incase you can’t follow along. Believe me I know.

“What does she care?”

“Well apparently, I’m not the only girl you’ve ever gotten pregnant.” My eyes are open wide and my jaw is hanging open, you can’t see it but believe me I’m totally fucking confused.

“What? I never got her pregnant, Liz. I told you everything. She’s lying.” I stand up and go to reach for her, but oh I’m a dead man. It’s over. Dig the hole I’m ready to jump in.

“No, Max. She was serious. She never told you, that false alarm, wasn’t a false alarm.” She tells me and begins to cry. This time I reach for her and pull her closer.

“That bitch!” I manage between clenched teeth.

“I know! I told you she was.”

“Did she tell you what she did about the baby?”

“No, I threw the display at her and then Maria jumped in between us, and someone had already called the cops.” Liz cries out into my shoulder and I pull her closer.

“Liz, baby. I didn’t know.” I whisper out to her. This is too stressful for her.

“I know. Max, you have to find out the rest of the story. You have to know what she did.”

“Liz, I can’t leave you right now. I’m going to take you home and then we’ll talk about it.”

“Maxwell Evans, you are going to drive me home so I can take a shower and get out of these filthy clothes. And then you are driving your ass to her house and finding out what she did!” Liz reprimands me and I feel like a five year old.

“Liz, I don’t even know if Michelle still lives at her old house.”

“She does, Maria already did a background check.” She mumbles out to me while extracting herself from my arms.

“Liz, we’re moving today did you forget?”

“No. But there are more important things to worry about. Besides, I’m hungry. We need to swing by the burger joint on the way home. You might be gone awhile.” Obviously her hormones are all over the place because one minute she’s crying, the next she’s pissed off and the next she’s worried about food and showering.

“I love you, Liz.” I feel the need to reassure her right now. Because in a few short hours I just might be the one behind bars.

“I love you too. Now go rip into that stupid bitch so that we can move into our new home and I can have my way with you.” Liz winks as she makes her way out of the cell.

Is it wrong of me to want to stay locked up in here? I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out that Michelle was pregnant and got rid of the baby. Not telling me was bad enough, but to think she did that would be more than I can handle right now.

Maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions. Maybe she just said that to piss Liz off. God, help me if she didn’t.


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Post by Behrsgirl77 » Sat Sep 24, 2005 11:34 pm

A/N - Okay guys...I've procrastinated enough. I got home about 3 hours ago..and while I don't think this part is could be better *sigh* Lately, my RL has been sucking the *life* out of me, so trying to be funny and humorous doesn't seem to be working. So forgive me for this part, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless, because I did spend some major time and drank lots of coffee to finish it today now that it's passed midnight *lol*

Enough of my ramble (that's what happens when you drink too much coffee), anyway...thank you everyone that left me some LOL feedback!! You guys are crazy but I love it!! Lurkers...I can't hate...thanks for reading! Now before I say something stupid :roll: here is the next part! I hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 9

I think I’m going to be sick. I’m terrified and pissed off all at the same time. I really don’t think coming here was a good idea, but my wife kicked me out of the house and told me not to return unless I have answers.

I’m actually very surprised at how well Liz is taking this news. Granted I don’t know if it’s factual or not, but I think under the circumstances she’s taking it very well.

That’s probably because she isn’t allowing herself to believe a word of it, which is probably a good idea. Michelle doesn’t have the best track record when it involves coming between Liz and I.

I know she’s home, her car is in the driveway. I take a deep breath and lift my hand to knock. Why am I not surprised that the door swings open?

“Max, I wasn’t expecting you.” Is she serious? She basically tells my pregnant wife that she was pregnant with my child and doesn’t expect me to show up with questions? Let’s not forget that she had her arrested!

Obviously, she’s lost her fucking mind.

“No? I would have thought you would since after all you’ve been spreading a rumor about me getting you pregnant.” I push through the door and into her living room.

Oh God! I groan out loud at the sight before my eyes.

“Don’t sound so happy about it,” she quips sarcastically.

“Michelle, you have a picture of you and I in the middle of your living room wall. Don’t you think there is a problem with that?” I spin around to face her. She calmly walks over to her couch and takes a seat.

“I know it looks bad, but I love that picture of us, Max.” Why does she have to make everything sound so reasonable? I hate it, and I’m not listening to this shit, cause that’s what it is, bullshit.

“Look, I’m not here to reminisce about what we had. That’s over and has been for a while now. But what I am here for is for answers. What the fuck did you mean when you told Liz that she wasn’t the only one I knocked up?” I walk around the back of her couch. I can’t stomach looking at her right now.

“Max, I just said that because I was upset seeing her like that. I know that you moved on, but I haven’t.”

“But you need to. And you need to leave Liz alone. You got her arrested!” I yell out and she visibly jumps. I don’t feel bad, not this time, not ever again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Are you sorry for it all? For all the shit you did and said to Liz before we even got married?”

“I’m sorry, Max. I just…I still love you.”

“How can you say that? You told me that you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we both agreed that our relationship wasn’t going anywhere.” I hiss out at her angrily.

“Max, you don’t understand. I knew you didn’t love me anymore, not like you used to. It broke my heart because when I told you I would love you forever, I meant it. But you, you broke all your promises to me. You broke my heart, and I didn’t want you to think that you broke me. I wanted to be strong.” Is it wrong, not to feel bad? Because honestly I don’t. I used to, but now I realize she has problems, but this ends here and now.

I walk around the couch and take a seat on the arm of it, looking down into her eyes. I can tell she’s upset, but she’s not my responsibility anymore. Liz is, and she’s the only one that’s been hurt by all of Michelle’s meddling.

“I may have broken my promises, but you did to. You said that we could be friends; you said that I could trust you and most importantly you told me that I could come to you with anything, and that you’d always be there. You haven’t upheld any of those promises, Michelle. You were constantly throwing our relationship in Liz’s face, for no reason. It’s not her fault we aren’t together. Hell we broke up long before Liz was even in the picture, so don’t use her as an excuse for this shit.” She doesn’t say a word, but her tears are falling. Why do I feel sick all of a sudden, and it’s not about making her cry, trust me at this point I could care less if she cried on her hands and knees.

No, what has me worried is the look that she has. We may have not been together for a long time, but I still know her looks, and this one is bad. This one means she has something to tell me.

I close my eyes and swallow thickly before standing. Whatever it is, I know that I can’t be next to her for it.

You know, taking a moment for myself, I have to wonder how the hell I know when bad news is going to be delivered to me? It’s this weird fucking sixth sense that I don’t want!

Anyway, back to Michelle. She drops her eyes and avoids mine at all costs. I’m pacing just waiting for her to say what she has to say, but she doesn’t.

“You want to spit it out?!” I ask harshly.

“Max, there’s something I need to tell you. But I want you to know that I never meant to keep this from you, it just didn’t seem important in the big picture.” See, didn’t I tell you? Bad shit is gonna happen that’s all I have to say.

“What?” I ask with a long sigh, taking a seat across from her.

“Max, that time when I thought I was pregnant, and I told you it was a false alarm…” No! God, no! A sense of dread fills me and I honestly don’t know if I’m prepared for what she might say.

“I lied to you.”

“What?! What the fuck do you mean? Tell me you weren’t.” I stand and begin to pace back and forth in front of the coffee table separating us.

“I was pregnant, Max. I was pregnant with your child.” I see her bite back another sob but I don’t give a shit right now.

“What did you do?!” I bite out completely enraged as you can imagine.

“Max, we were fighting so bad, you didn’t even want the baby. I figured it was better that you didn’t know.”

“What the fuck did you do?!” This time I’m in front of her, lifting her to her feet and holding her roughly by her shoulders. I would never hit a woman, but right now I’m not so sure that Michelle deserves the title of, woman. Wouldn’t you agree?

“I didn’t have an abortion, if that’s what you think. I could never do that. But I did have a miscarriage. I lost the baby, and I never told you.” She tells me without looking at me.

“What? How did I not know?” I don’t believe her. We were still dating how could I not have known? I should have, shouldn’t I?

“You…that was the week you went camping with Michael and Kyle. I knew I was pregnant and I knew that I lied to you, but I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell you, but you didn’t even want to talk about it after I told you I wasn’t. Anyway, that night that you left…” She breaks down and begins to cry all over again.

I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. And so, I have to ask otherwise I’ll go crazy.

“Did…would you have told me? If…you didn’t miscarry?” I look at her and honestly for the first time since I walked into the house, does she look me in the eyes.

“Yes. I was going to tell you when you got back from the trip. I love you, Max. You were the one I let go. I realized my mistake and I thought I had time. I thought you had stayed single for a while, so I still had a chance. I thought that you still loved me deep down, but that you needed some time for yourself. But then, I saw you with Liz. I went crazy. I knew the moment I saw you looking at her that night, that almost instantly you fell in love with her.” I believe her, and hell yeah I know she’s crazy. She doesn’t have to tell me.

Wait…what does she mean by that night? She couldn’t have, could she?

“What night, Michelle?” I ask and she realizes she’s said too much. She backs away and turns her back to me.

“I saw you, the night you met Liz for the first time. They way you danced with her; the way you looked at her and the way you kissed her. God, my heart broke. I knew it was over but I couldn’t let go.” I come up behind her and spin her around to face me. This ends now.

“Michelle, what we had was great…then, but now I love Liz. I’m married to her and we’re going to have two beautiful children. I’m never going to leave Liz, she is who makes me happy. Despite all the shit you’ve done, I want to believe that at one point I did know you. I know this isn’t you, and I know I broke your heart, but you need to let go. And you need to understand that no matter what you do, no matter what you say; I’m never going to come back to you. Do you understand?” I whisper out to her. I know she’s listening. I just hope she does in fact understand.

“You don’t know how hard it hurts to hear you say that,” she tells me brokenly. I want to feel bad, but I don’t.

“It has to be said, Michelle. You are ruining my life. You are causing problems in my marriage, and I won’t sit back and take it. You’ve gone too far and I should have addressed it long ago, but I thought you’d move on. This time was beyond my wildest imagination. Arresting my wife and falsely accusing her and her friend of assault, when you provoked it. It has to end here. Today.” The roughness of anger is evident in my voice and I know she can tell.

“I just thought if I showed you how much I loved you. What I’d do for you, that you’d find what you lost in loving me.” I shake my head because she clearly doesn’t understand or know me as much as I thought.

“Michelle, what you don’t understand is that, I don’t want to find what I lost in loving you. It might sound cruel and cold hearted, but it’s the truth. Obviously, that’s the only thing that is going to work for you. I don’t love you anymore. I don’t miss us and I don’t want you to be a part of my life ever again. I don’t want you to call me, or visit me at work. And I want you to leave my wife and friends alone. If you don’t, I will have your ass arrested for any and everything I can. Even if I have to make it up, I will. You’ll never see the light of day, Michelle.”

“How can you be that cruel to me?” I guess I was wrong. She doesn’t need honesty she needs a straight jacket.

“It’s not being cruel, it’s being truthful. I don’t want you to be miserable. I want you to fall in love and have someone love you back the same way. Your game ends here. And if you choose not to end it, then I will by any means necessary.” I warn her.

“You wouldn’t.” She dares me, poor thing. I guess I should refresh her memory.

“I would and you know that I know enough people to help me. Just walk away and let it…me go. I’ve been gone for so long, Michelle. I haven’t responded to any of your efforts, don’t you see it?” I ask, because honestly at this point I have to wonder if there isn’t something wrong with her, mentally.

“I know we could make it work.” She pleads and I think it’s time for me to leave. But not before I tell her one last thing. Because I have a feeling that today will be the last day I see her.

“Michelle, I really hate to see you this way. I hate that maybe I’ve contributed to this fantasy world you live in, but more importantly I hate that we couldn’t be the friends we once were. Goodbye, Michelle.” I turn and her call almost stops me…almost.

I feel like shit for what I’m about to do, but it has to be done.


“Did you fix her ass?!” Liz walks into our empty living room carrying a jar of sweet peppers? Ugh, she’s killing me with cravings. Did I mention that?

Anyway, I didn’t go straight home after leaving Michelle. Instead, I took a small detour, to her parent’s house. They actually explained that Michelle has been having problems for a few years, and within the last year or so, the medication she was on stopped working. That explains a lot, doesn’t it?

I told her parents what she’s been doing, and they apologized profusely. They are her parents. I can’t blame them for not wanting to send their only daughter away. I couldn’t imagine doing that to my own child, but in this case, Michelle needs more help than her parents can provide. It is for the best.

“Come here, Liz.” I reach out my arms to her and pull her into a fierce hug.

“Oh God! She was pregnant wasn’t she?! Did she keep the baby from you?! I’ll kill her!” She begins to pace with her jar of peppers. She’s completely adorable when she’s pissed.

“Oh God! You have a baby, Max. A real live baby…well not a baby anymore. How old is he? Or she? I mean, how could she do that to you?!”

“Whoa! Liz, relax. There is no baby, but she was pregnant. She had a miscarriage.” And so I begin to tell the entire tale from start to finish. By the time I’m done, Liz is sprawled out on the bare wooden floor, with an empty jar of peppers along side of her. Well almost empty, I had to stop her before she drank the juice.

Can we say I was turning green?

“I love you, Max.” Liz breathes out from the floor. The movers have long since gone, as well as my parents. We should be leaving soon to go to our new home. We just have a few more boxes to take with us, personal items that Liz would not allow the movers to take. After that, we’re done here.

“Max?” She crawls over to me. I’m leaning against the kitchen doorframe helping her into my lap.

“Yes, baby?”

“I think we need to have one last hooray in this house. After all, this is where our children were conceived.” She whispers huskily into my ear and I’m completely and utterly aroused.

What can I say? She has that effect on me, well that and I am a guy aren’t I?

“I think you have an incredible mind, Evans.” I tease her lips with my tongue before plunging in. I wrap my arms around her and grind my hips into hers roughly.

“Max!” she moans out as I slip my hands up her pretty miniskirt and into her panties. She’s ready for me, just what I like. I feel her reach between us with such desperation that I growl out loud. She looks up at me and smiles before pressing her lips against mine harshly.

Finally, I feel myself freed of clothing and I quickly reach back under her skirt, I literally rip off her underwear, and she squeals. I know she loves it. I then lift her under her arms and when I finally feel her wetness sink over me, I allow my head to fall back in pleasure.

“Yes! Max…help me,” she moans out desperately. She already has her hands on my shoulders, helping to leverage herself over me, but it’s not enough. I completely understand.

I reach down to her hips and as I trust up, I help push her down. She grinds her wetness against me and I feel the end getting closer by the second. But I don’t want it to end yet.

“S-stop,” I say passed the desperate need for release.

“Why?” she asks grinding her core against my erection…harder. She’s going to make me blind soon.

I know she won’t stop, so I lift her off of me, and she whimpers. That only makes me want her more.

I quickly lift her in my arms and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her through the house and into the garage.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly. I know she’s dying for release, but first there is something I owe her.

“I want you to know that I meant what I said. I’m going to make your fantasy a reality, right now.” She looks at me with wide eyes and then her gaze follows mine.

“Max,” she moans out and I know she wants this more than she wants me to know.

I place her on my bike, sideways so that she’s facing me. I’m very careful to make sure she’s comfortable and safe. I push her skirt up around her waist and spread her perfect legs apart. Leaving her panting for me.

“I love you, baby.” I lean in and kiss her lips softly before pulling my jeans down my legs, along with my boxers.

“I love you too, Max. Oh God…this is going to be so good,” she bites on her bottom lip as I take myself in hand and rub my erection across her slick, swollen flesh.

“Yes…now Max…please.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I plunge into her slowly, after all I don’t know if this position is comfortable for her.

Then again, I don’t have to wait long for confirmation of that. Because at this point she’s managed to wrap her legs around my waist, and I quickly place my hands on her hips to hold her in place, and I begin to thrust into her body quickly.

“Fuck! Yes…harder Max…faster!" She moans out throwing her head back and I take that opportunity to lean over her. I quickly wrap my lips around her hard nipple and suck until she moans out.

I continue to thrust into her body until I feel her legs wrap around me tighter and her body jerk in release. Just a few more shallow thrusts has me spilling her name from my lips and my release into her body.

I sit her up, fixing her skirt and pulling her to my chest.

“I never new making love to a known criminal on a motorcycle could be that fucking hot.” I joke, half serious.

“I’m not a criminal, but if it turns you on, I can rob the liquor store down the street and you can fuck me in my prison cell.” She says with a straight face.

“Liz! You wouldn’t.” Would she?

“Of course not! I take offense to that!”

“Good, I was gonna say…”

“I mean, if I was going to rob a place it would be a clothing store. Do I look like an amateur?”

“Liz!” I berate.

“What? It’s true! I can’t even drink right now and…” She continues on her rant and I just shake my head wondering what the hell I was I thinking getting married to her crazy ass.

But God help me, I really do love her crazy ass.