Again (CC, Mature) - Chapter 20 - 07/05/2025

[Parker1947]

Minutes later,

"I have a brother," was all Liz could think and say to Max because it was a confusing story that still did not make a lot of sense even today, well after coming to terms with it. And it’s taken a lot to get me to this point she knew. "Or I did..." she said, "Because he's dead now" she said softly, and she could see the confusion on Max's face. A confusion that she also felt.

Because it was quite a story.

"I don't understand," Max said softly. "Because it’s not like I come into this story this past weekend Liz; I knew you and your family when last we were together" he muttered. "When we were teenagers. And even before we were ever together. I saw you growing up, I know your family. I ate at your family restaurant. You did not have any siblings, right?" he asked. "You were an only child?"

You would think so, right? Liz asked because she knew that was the prevailing knowledge of her story. "I was at the time, but it turns out I wasn't" she muttered. "My father had a son, years before I was born."

"That he put up for adoption, and never told you or your mother?" Max asked, well it happens he thought. Because it happened to me, he thought as he still thought of the son that he had given up for adoption more than a decade before. As far as he knew, the boy was happy and healthy across the country with his parents.

It had been a closed adoption. Because who knows what I was going to be doing Max muttered, whether I would still be on this planet, or even alive so the only updates he had gotten was one, when the boy was five and therefore, he knew he was still alive. But as the child was now approaching his teen years, who knows what that would mean one day.

When the boy wanted to know his origins. If he does.

That might not be any guarantee. Everyone is different.

But that day is not today Max thought. Because the boy would only be 11 or 12 by now, he sighed. Still, he thought of the boy occasionally.

So, I know it happens and maybe it happened to Liz's father he thought.

"No," Liz said simply. "Dad was in the dark," she said softly. "Completely."

What on earth? Max asked. Because it did not make sense.

"You know my Dad had a lot of trouble in in his youth?" Liz asked.

"Yes," Max nodded. "I remember you telling me about it, and it is why your father was concerned for you when we were up to no good back in high school" he asked. That was a time he knew. A time where we had no idea what side we would land on, on any given day he thought. "Your mother told you?"

"Right," Liz said softly.

"So?" Max asked.

"So," Liz said softly, "It turns out the girlfriend who died when he was at the wheel," she sighed. "Turns out she did not die when they said she did," she said softly. "Her family led my father to believe that she was dead. But she was put on life support."

"Wow, that is cold" Max muttered.

Yes, it is Liz muttered as she shuttered at the thought. “Well, he was at the wheel so apparently they were blaming him for the crash," Liz muttered. "Surprisingly, Dad does not blame them for that," she sighed. "Even he admits, in my mother's terms, that he was quite the hellion and not the best influence for anyone..."

Max nodded. Something they thought me to be he told himself of all the words the Parker's could have described him to be back when their daughter was seventeen and robbing convenience stores... "Go on" Max asked.

"Dad does not blame them for not telling him, because he has a lot of guilt about the crash, but he does blame them for not telling him that she was pregnant." Liz muttered.

"Whoa," Max whispered. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes," Liz nodded. "Apparently she did not know, or only recently found about it and she was quite far long but one of those people, that if you wear loose tops that it would not be too apparent and my Dad was not the most observant of people in those days, so he never noticed. Anyways, after the crash. They declared the girlfriend brain dead, but the baby was viable, and they wanted to save it if they could."

"So, they were successful?" Max asked.

"Apparently," Liz acknowledged. "Dad never knew, until his son was an adult but was already dead."

"What?" Max asked.

"Apparently my half brother, Liam was born. At the beginning, It was touch and go, and his mother died officially. Once declared healthy. He would go one to be raised by his maternal grandparents. And never told the truth, until they died themselves and he found in the papers, who his biological father was..."

"Your father?" Max asked.

"Yes," Liz said softly. "But he did not want to rock the boat," she said. "He married, and they had a baby girl."

"Callie?" Max asked.

"Yes," Liz nodded. "But when she was a little more than 12 months old, they were in a car accident and both Liam and his wife, Bonnie died. Callie somehow survived the crash, but she was left an orphan. With no family on either side left to be able to care for her. So, they came looking at Dad."

"Wow," Max sighed. "That would be an awful way to find out that you have a son that you never knew about..."

"Right, and that you are also an instant grandfather." Liz sighed.

I cannot imagine he thought but then he knew his own parents probably had a little more of a rude awakening when his own son had shown up months after being born with Tess, that got them going he thought, right in the middle of them finding out some earth-shattering news about us, their children he muttered. But still, he could not imagine because he knew he had a child out there, as he looked at his former girlfriend, and the woman he loved in a new light. "How do you come in?" Max asked.

"Mom was understanding but it was a lot for both of them to come to terms with. As much as Dad wanted to raise Callie. And Mom would have taken her in, still, he had the restaurant and was wrestling with his own guilt about causing the accident that eventually would take the life of his late girlfriend. So, they came to me and told me. And because I knew much of the burden would be placed on my mother, I did not want that. So, I elected to take the baby because if I didn't then she would have been placed in foster care."

"And your family did not want that?" Max asked.

"Not if we could help it," Liz sighed. "Given how it was for Michael, well, I could help it. So, I took the baby in and became an instant mother. So, legally, she might not have been a Parker from birth, but to us, she is our blood, and we wanted her to be raised by our family."

"That takes guts," Max said softly. “Lots of them.”

"I don't think I really knew what I was doing at the time, but I had to do it. I knew my parents could have not handle it, and really, they were getting used to being in their empty nester phase of life, so I felt it was my duty. I was young enough to take on the challenge, and plus, whether her father was raised a Parker or not. She was and is family, so I had to do it."

"You are amazing Liz" Max said softly.

"I am only me," Liz said softly, unsure she wanted the credit.

Or deserved it.

"You really are amazing," Max said softly. "You were trying to get your degree, and suddenly you were a mother without the months to prepare for it" he murmured, as he picked up her hand, and touched her again.

The sensation was startling for Liz. As much as they had been so close, still to be touched by Max was amazing, and erotic almost. It feels good to be wanted.

After all, she had closed herself from men this past decade.

Since Max.

Sure, she had gotten requests for dates. But she always resisted because none of them could come close to how she had felt for Max, and how Max had captured her heart and her heart was still with him, even when she should have moved on.

She might have moved on in other aspects of her life. She had focused on those aspects of her life. And it’s not like work and being a mother did not fill her life. But she never could go there with another man. Not after Max.

Maybe if I had not come back. And stayed away, maybe I would have found someone who could measure up to Max but nope, there was never anyone else...

No one could match my dark hair mystery man from a foreign locale.

Everyone was so ordinary after Max Liz thought. Maria is right on that score she thought. Our aliens are quite the feat.

"It was something I had to do, and I don't regret it" Liz murmured.

"You shouldn't," Max smiled. "Because you did a remarkable thing. Giving an orphan child a home, and a family,” he murmured. She really is amazing because he did not know if many people would have done the same.

Liz smiled.

"Does Callie know?" Max asked. As he was thinking of the child with different eyes. "If she was so young, you are the only mother she remembers, right?"

"Yes," Liz acknowledged. "We have not had the conversation yet, but she knows. Apparently, she did a little snooping and hit paydirt," she said with a smirk. "She has always known that I adopted her, but she did not know the truth of it, or I assumed she did not. Apparently, she tried to have a conversation with my father."

"Oh, boy" Max smiled. "That must have gone over well."

"The resulting conversation was abbreviated, and cut off, so they did not get into the whole story" Liz murmured. "But its something I will probably have to have one of these days with the child."

Max nodded. "I am sorry Liz."

"For what?" Liz asked.

"For losing your brother like that..." Max murmured softly.

"I never knew him," Liz said softly. "But everything I do know of him, and his wife Bonnie was that they were compassionate and amazing, and I am sorry I never knew him. Because I always wanted a sibling. A brother or sister, but it was never to be, so I feel for my father to have not known that he had a son, until it was too late. Sure, I get why my brother's family did not want to go there, and involve my father, but they still deprived him of us," she said softly. "My father deserved to know."

"Yes, he did" Max said softly. Right or wrong, you should not keep that kind of secret.

"So, I feel for my father, to find out that way," Liz said. "Mom has been amazing. Sure, it's awkward with Callie, but my mother is trying, and it is why she wanted to take Callie shopping today. To get to know her, because we have lived in Maryland since I got out of school, and therefore, our visits have not been that many because of course they had the restaurant, so there were only so many times they could close and come and visit."

Max nodded. "So, they must be glad you are back now..."

"They are," Liz said softly. "But we are only back for a visit Max..."

"Are you?" Max asked.

"I have a job in Maryland Max," Liz said softly. "I have built something there, and I don't want to leave it..."

"Wouldn't Callie be better served knowing her family back here?" Max asked. “I am sure there are facilities near here, that can do that same kind of research you are known to able to do?” he asked, knowing what he was asking of her, and that it was a bit rich for him to ask her to pack up her life, and come back when it’s not like he was fancy free…

"We can always come back and visit," Liz said softly. Now, we have bit the bullet and come back, now, I know it's possible she muttered to herself. “But this was never designed to be a permanent return,” she said softly. “No matter how good it feels to be here, or to see you. My life is in back in Maryland. I have started something there..."

Why can you not start something again here Max stubbornly asked himself. Sure, he knew she had a life elsewhere. But this is her hometown, so why could she not come back he selfishly muttered to himself. Yes, I am being selfish. But I want Liz near me.

I want her back.

"Max," Liz said softly. "You are married."

"We could be together," Max said softly as he touched her once more, and she felt the sensation of his touch. "You know you want us," he asked. "Don't you?"

God yes Liz whispered, but not out loud so not to wake the gods.

"Liz, come on because you cannot possibly want to give up on this," Max asked as he moved her hair off her shoulder and leaned down and kissed the nap of her neck... "Don't you want this everyday."

"God Max," Liz moaned. "Please don't..."

"Don't what?" Max asked. "Don't love you, need you, because I love you so much. You are my passion. You are my everything. I would not be alive without you," he whispered. "You brought me back to life," he whispered as they both recalled that fateful day when he should have been dead and gone, and yet he came back to her...

He fought to the death to come back.

To come back to Liz...

"Oh god," Liz moaned as he continued to rain down the kisses on her, and she felt her resistance slipping. "Max, you are married. Your wife."

"Is not you…"

"IS that supposed to make it better?" Liz asked as she stepped back from the kisses. Mutual kisses by this point. "You are married. Which means that we should not be doing this, please Max, we need to respect that you have a ring on your finger," she asked. "Don't ask me to be the other woman, the mistress" she asked. “Coming back would make me one, and I am not going to be your mistress Max, I am not going to be set up in some apartment and wait for you to call when you have time for a quickie.”

You will never be the other woman or a mistress to me Max muttered of the uncomfortable situation, it was always you. "I am leaving Liz," Max said. "I am getting a divorce."

"Are you?" Liz asked softly, as she gave him a weary look as if to say you are only saying this to get me to come back to you, and to be okay with be the one on the side while you do your dance with me and go home to your wife at night, until you finally are free.

If you are ever free, she thought.

“Yes,” Max asked as he was making the final decision. No matter the consequences, he muttered to himself. I need this woman in my life he muttered.

"I am not going to be here next week Max," Liz said softly. “I am not going to put myself in the position to be your mistress,” she asked as if she did not believe he could get his freedom. And she almost did not. Because she could not believe it would be that easy to get his freedom. “I am not going to be at your beck and call.”

Of course, Max knew it would not be easy. So, it would be asking a lot of the woman he loved to hang on for an uncertain future. Because the last thing he wanted was for her to be seen as his mistress, because that is not Liz.

When she is everything.

She is why I am still living Max muttered.

Yet he could not help himself. Seeing the woman that he loved looking at him and wanting him despite all it meant. Yet, trying to restrain herself. Which is something he should be doing but it is Liz, so he could not help himself. "But you are here now, right?" Max asked.

"Yes," Liz said softly. “I am. But only for now.”

"Then let's have now and talk about tomorrow, well tomorrow" Max said softly as he pulled Liz into lingering passionate kiss that blew both of their minds and tore apart any resistance that she might have about the situation or what she was potentially setting herself up for, and to be.

Because Liz, being determined to get a divorce does not mean he is not still married she told herself. You are still going to be the other woman, the mistress if you make this more than a one-night stand... which it was and will stay unless you go further.

But it was Max she knew. And he was looking at her with those eyes she whispered to herself.

"Do you want me?" Max asked with tantalizing tenderness.

"God yes," Liz said softly because she was too far gone to say no, I can never say no to Max she knew as he smiled as gave her a passionate kiss, and lifted her up in his arms, and walked up the stairs to the spare room.

A room that once the door slammed, would not be exited for hours...

As a door slam rocked the house.

And there was no one around to stop it.

*

Meanwhile,

But there was someone who could rain on their parade. A couple of miles away, "I cannot find your husband's car," came the man on the phone with a woman. A woman who was determined to prove that her husband was straying. "There is no evidence that he is anywhere near the Guerin household," came the report that he was supposed to be giving to his client. "You are currently out of luck."

Hell I am. "Find my husband," came the threat over the phone. "You know what my husband drives, and his license plate. How hard is it to find the damn car in this damn town?" Yvonne Evans muttered into the phone as he sat outside on the patio, near her house. We are not in Los Angeles here, Yvonne muttered. We are in Roswell, New Mexico. "I have it on good authority that my husband ran out of that damn restaurant he likes to frequent, that is owned by his slut's parents, and I know he got a message from that woman. And there is only one place where he would be going. So, find my husband."

"I am trying," came the man. "I am stationed near the house. There is no evidence his car is nearby..."

Obviously, he showed up after Max appeared at Michael and Maria's house.

"Damn it, then get closer, because I know he is there" Yvonne muttered. "So, find him, and get me the information I need to render the prenuptial useless" she demanded Yes, I know the grounds won't give me my money because I was stupid not to insist on it when my father-in-law demanded an agreement after the wedding she muttered. So, she could not render it useless by adultery. But I can certainly threaten to drag the slut through the mud until he gives me my money that I am due, she muttered. "Or deal with him. Whatever gets me the results that I want..."

"You did not want me to report to you until it was over, remember" the man asked. "You are the one who called me with this other job. Which will give me more money, remember..." he said in a quiet tone. “You have to listen to my reports.”

"Then do your job or you don't get any of the money" Yvonne demanded. "My husband is cheating, and I am not going to allow him to leave me and have the woman he wants and my money. Which I deserve for putting up with him, and his whole damn family."

"There are no signs of anyone is at the house" the man muttered.

Obviously, he was only doing part of the job...

"Well, I know she is there, because that bitch Deluca and her husband are now on there honeymoon. Where else could they be?" she moaned. And get the privacy they require to cheat on my marriage. "Get me my money," she demanded, and she slammed down the phone. "What," she said to the cleaning lady that had been cleaning the house all morning.

You really think I am going to lift a finger to clean the damn house, Yvonne asked the gods.

"I only wanted to let you know, I am finished" the woman said.

"Bill my husband" Yvonne muttered.

"Yes, ma'am" came the woman before she went back to the house, and Yvonne seethed at how things were spinning out of control. She was determined to get her money, one way or another...

"You owe me Max" Yvonne swore. "I am not letting you go without my money."

*

All the while Max was too involved in his illicit passionate tryst with the love of his life to get the active plotting that was being overheard or was overhead for that matter...

[totallizfan]

I hope Liz leaves Roswell. She's right you don't want to be the mistress.
Callie seems smart enough to hear and understand her family's story.
Let Max cleanup his mess.(Yvonne)

[Parker1947]

Three days later,
Michael and Maria's house,
Spare bedroom,

Max figured he was going to hell. Or was already there. And this was all about getting there, but then if being in hell felt this good, then he would not feel all that bad about being there because he had barely left the bedroom over the last few days. Even calling sick into work, and he figured his boss knew something was up. I never call in sick he thought, and he knows me too well.

I don't get sick Max knew. One of the unique benefits of being me he thought. I have the cleanest bill of health bill known to man he mused, minus time where he actually died, and came back in a different body, so he knew he was treading on dangerous ground by using his sick days, and that is why this was the final day of being able to use the excuse. Because if he tried to use it tomorrow, well, he figured that Jim Valenti would come around seeking answers. And that is never a good thing.

Even if he held no secrets from his boss.

The town's Sheriff.

But everyone assumed he was at work. And that meant if Jim came around looking for him, then the jig would definitely be up, and he might be in divorce court by the end of the week and being forced to give up a giant settlement. That was another thing that was in a holding pattern, despite his vow to Liz to divorce his wife.

And he wanted the divorce. No way do I want to stay with Yvonne he knew.

But he could not bear to leave the woman he loved, and the bed that brought her close to him. So, yeah, I know I am going to hell but again, if it feels so good to be in hell than I will gladly take it.

The one good thing on his side was that his children were not around to notice that their father was vanishing during the days, and could not be found at work, if they came looking for him. Because Ella and Noah were on a class trip to the zoo in Las Cruces, among the activities they would find on the trip.

Their aunt was the chaperone on the end of the school year trip. Another reason he could fall to his weakest impulses because he did not have anyone to answer too.

Okay, he did.

His wife.

But they tended to try to spend as little time on the same premises. They were operating on, a very tentative Do Not Ask, Do Not Tell policy between them when they were to see each other. Which was barely.

When he showed up in his house. Yvonne was usually gone, and then he was gone first thing in the morning. With the kids gone until the weekend. He could stay gone as much as he wanted... He suspected something was brewing, but neither was willing to give in.

So, here he was...

"God yes," Max murmured. I might not believe in you he muttered under his breath. "But thank you" he whispered as he felt movement under the sheet. "You are killing me Liz," he whispered. As both were giving into their weakest impulses.

And Liz was more than anyone, as she was way past trying to rationalize her behaviour, because it felt so good as she moved up over Max's body, "Good," she said with a smile. "Then we can be there together" she said as she delivered a sensual kiss that basically killed him, “Because I need someone, I know there with me,” she said with a smile.

"Oh shit," Max murmured.

"I see you are ready for more," Liz smiled.

"More than ready" Max whispered as before they knew it, he had them flipped and they were attacking each other.

As they were past knowing this was wrong.

Or knowing that society would frown on them, They may they both thought. But they don't know what it feels like to be together.

They aren't an alien...

or his human.

They cannot know Liz whispered as she felt her falling under the water that was coming over their heads. This feels too good she whispered. "God Max..."

"Yes, Liz" Max asked.

"Do that again" Liz murmured.

"My pleasure," Max said softly as they rolled around the bed...

*

A few hours later,

They came up for air, or their heads popped up from the water because they had been frolicking in the backyard, in the pool and doing all the things that would be frown upon by anyone who knew anything. Even the owners of the house might have opinion or two if they were to know, but they did not get back from their honeymoon until the weekend.

What they don't know will not hurt them Liz was thinking. She did not even know what Maria would think of her conduct these past couple of days as she fell deeper into a hole of her own making, and one that meant that she did not feel that terribly guilty.

But she did feel guilty about not spending time with her daughter.

Because Callie was at the Crashdown, spending time with her grandparents. Something Jeff and Nancy were willing to take on, as if it was acceptable when they knew what they daughter was doing, was very unacceptable in most quarters.

Max's Do Not Ask, Do Not Tell with his wife, also applied to her relations with her parents these past few days.

Everyone knew what was up, but no one was willing to talk...

So, Liz was happy Callie was being supervised. She knew when she talked to her daughter, that the girl was fascinated by the Crashdown. She loved the bustle of the customers, maybe another generation will love the restaurant like my father does she thought.

She loved Max.

I cannot help myself she knew as she spent time with Max. And the drug that was sex with Max.

Which was intoxicating…

And boy have I spent time with Max, Liz knew. Because it was every fantasy that she might have had with her dreamy sexy alien come true.

Except for one small little problem.

But it was one she was choosing to ignore to make this past few days go down easier. He loves me.

He wants me Liz rationalized. He does not want her…

She did not like what thinking that meant for her well being and because she was ignoring all semblance of normalcy, she found it way to make herself sane as she continued to fall to her basic urges.

"We might have to drain and refill the pool" Max teased. "Before the honeymooners get back."

Liz laughed.

She was sure Maria would have something to say about all this frolicking, if she knew she smiled. But she also frowned because she knew once the honeymooners were back than that meant she would be leaving.

Because she had to get back to her old life.

Even though she was no longer that person anymore.

She was not even Liz Parker anymore. The person everyone assumed they knew. She was a different creature, a different woman wanting what she wanted, and hell with the consequences she thought. Because she was sensible enough to know there would be consequences but look at this man she thought as Max looked so sexy, and so wet she murmured as she went in for another kiss.

Yeah, we might have refill this pool she thought with laugh and Max laughed, and they went in for more...

Just as their blissful trip to immoral land was very rudely interrupted by a buzzer on the intercom, meaning someone was at the front door.

Shit Max and Liz both thought as they popped out of the water. "Who is it?"

"I have no idea" Liz muttered. Come on real world, don’t mess with us now "Does anyone know you are here."

"Hell no," Max said. "I am supposed to be at work, remember..."

I remember Liz sighed. As she knew for her, with Callie at the Crashdown immersed in learning the craft of running the restaurant. Liz thought very few people would know she was here, with Isabel with Max's children in Las Cruces until the weekend, and Michael and Maria were well on their honeymoon in the Caribbean, there was no one who should be at the door.

More persistent beeps were coming...

"Damn it," Liz muttered as they were both naked. And rushed to get out of the pool, and headed to the hut that doubled also with a bar...

"Michael installed a one-way surveillance system" Max muttered. “Any comers cannot see inside.”

"Paranoid, was he?" Liz said with a smile, because she knew Michael was precisely the person to do such a thing. If he was even remotely like the teenager he was once, and he figured being an adult only crystalized his personality. Not that she had spent with Michael this past decade.

Grabbing a robe for both Max and her, Max went to the system. Shit he winced. "It's Yvonne."

"She cannot know you are here, right?" Liz asked.

"No," Max shook his head. "My car is like a mile away, and I changed how it looks" he said softly.

Which is why that damn private investigator was unable to find it.

Not that Max knew this…

"How alien of you" Liz said softly with a smile because she knew that Max knew how to change colours on things, and if you are cheating on your wife and trying to stay hidden while you are doing it. You definitely would make sure your car could not be found in a lineup...

Although you probably should not be doing your straying at your best friend's house BUT that was another story Liz knew.

"I have to answer it," Liz muttered. "She is going to question if I don't answer it."

"I am sorry Liz," Max said with a quick kiss.

"You can be sorry all you want, but that does not help me now," Liz muttered. "When your wife comes calling,” she muttered. “Hide," she said quickly, and she made sure she was decent.

Although she knew she was not going to give a very good impression of things by being in this robe and meeting her married boyfriend's wife. Sighing, this is not who I thought I was but remembering the five days, it's what I want for now she thought.

She did not know what it meant, because she had to go home one of these days...

Even if Max wanted her to think Roswell was home.

She walked to the door as the doorbells became more frequent. "What?" she muttered as she opened the door, trying to look decent.

"Where is the hell is my husband?" came an angry Yvonne. "I know he is here." she demanded as she walked into the house, without an invitation.

"I don't know where he is Yvonne," Liz said softly. Trying not to show that she was alarmed to have Max’s wife in the house. When her very naked husband, under his robe was out in the backyard, somewhere he was not supposed to be. "It's the middle of the week, so, is he not at work?"

"That jerk of a boss won't tell me if he is or is not," Yvonne muttered "Told me he is in the field, on some undercover job or something..."

Thank you, Jim, Liz thought.

"I know he's lying..." Yvonne muttered. As she was trying to get a sense of this situation. Something she had decided to embark on, on a lark. “Max has him in his pocket,” she muttered at how uncommonly close her husband was to the town Sheriff.

"I don't think he would," Liz murmured. "Jim is very law abiding," she said softly. "Which is why he is Sheriff."

That is a laugh Yvonne laughed. "What were you doing?" Yvonne demanded as she saw the robe, and the wet hair. And alarm bells went immediately off, and Liz knew this, and knew this was bad news.

"That is none of your business" Liz said innocently.

"You are doing my husband, aren't you?" Yvonne asked. “So, that makes it my business.”

She knew that Yvonne was trying to get a rise out of her, and to say something wrong. She knew she was risking a lot for herself, and for Max but she was game to play this game. "What if I was?" Liz asked. "What would you do about it?" she batted back, and that seemed to surprise Yvonne. "I thought so," she said softly. The woman does not know anything. "You might be Max's wife, but you don't own me, and you cannot come to the house you don't own, and demand answers of your husband's fidelity? You don't own me, so I don't owe you answers,” she muttered.

"He's my husband" Yvonne demanded. “I deserve to know if my husband is a cheating loser.”

"Yes, he is your husband" Liz said softly. "But I don’t report to you. I can do whatever I want, and you cannot do anything about it. So, if you have concerns about your marriage than take it up with your husband?" she demanded. Because even she was surprising herself with her combative behaviour, I am the one sleeping with her husband, but Liz was not feeling very guilty.

It is Max.

It is a drug that is making me do this, right? She muttered herself. Nope, I am stone cold sober she knew. The drug is mind-blowing sex with my alien.

"How can I?" Yvonne asked. "I cannot find him?"

"That is not my problem, that is yours because it's your marriage" Liz said. "I am not a party to it."

"Yes, you are" Yvonne muttered. "When you are sleeping with my husband" she demanded as she looked around. "I know he's here, so, where is he?"

"I told you. I don't know" Liz said softly. "I was having a swim."

"The pool" Yvonne said victorious... and went running towards the back on the property.

Shit Liz said to herself as she raced after Yvonne, but Yvonne was already in the back yard, but fortunately, no one was there. “Leave it alone Yvonne” she muttered as she walked over to the bar and saw Max sitting on the ground. You could have found a better hiding spot she thought, but she figured her needed to be around to overhear. Now it was her mission to prevent them making the nightly news…

Woman catches husband in hot and torrid affair… Video at 11 Liz could imagined the headlines, but more incendiary than that, but she only could pray that it would be tame when this all ends, because she was well aware that she and Max tended to be messy, and have it end messy. Which does not bode well for us she knew.

But that was potentially the future.

This is now.

“You are certainly making yourself at home?” Yvonne asked as she looked around and saw the food containers, and glasses.

“I am taking care of my friends’ house while they are on their honeymoon,” Liz said. “They gave me the greenlight to do anything I want, for myself and my daughter,” she said. “And I have been enjoying my visit.”

“Your daughter.” Yvonne asked as she looked around for the child. “Where is she?”

“With her grandparents,” Liz said. Finally, the first truth I have uttered to this woman. “After all, this is my hometown, and she is getting to know her family,” she sighed. “My parents are happy to get to know their grandchild.”

“You stayed away…” Yvonne asked. “You never came back here, why not?”

None of your business. “That is my business,” Liz said softly as she felt the stares of Max sitting by her side, on the floor of the cabana/bar. Of course, they both knew why she had stayed away. When there was only one reason for it. Otherwise, she would have been back for visits or come back to stay, a long time before now. But she stayed away.

Max.

It was as simple as that. But she owed it to herself and to Max to try to tamp down this awkward moment in time. “I hope you know that you don’t have to worry about me Yvonne…” she said as she felt Max’s eyes staring up at her, and she was trying with all her might to keep her eyes directed on the man’s wife.

A place I should not be forced to be looking at she knew. All propriety…

“Don’t I, when I know you are sleeping with my husband?” Yvonne asked. I know I am harping on it with no evidence. “You really think I am going to allow it to continue?”

“You cannot do anything without proof,” Liz smiled. “I had a very complicated relationship with your husband, I admit it. But that is the past. Max and I are the past,” she said softly. “We have no reason to pick up our association with each other given that I am only back here for a quick visit before I return to my home.”

“I don’t believe you,” Yvonne muttered. “The way you two were acting with each other the other night at the wedding showed that you were quite willing to pick up your association with each other,” she muttered. “And he stayed at the hotel all night.”

“After you left him…” Liz muttered, Oops I probably should not have mentioned that.

“I knew it,” Yvonne muttered. “You saw him?” she asked.

“Certainly, I saw him,” Liz said softly. “We were both attendants in the same wedding and spent a little bit of time during the course of the night,” she said softly.

“More than a little time,” Yvonne murmured. “You were one step away from a hotel room,” she said. “Which I am sure you shared after I left…”

“That is your prerogative,” Liz said. “You can believe it if you want but all I did was see your husband. Nothing more,” she said softly. She did not know how she could lie with so much ease. Maybe it’s because I have known Max and his family for so long, she thought. “I cannot make you believe anything you don’t want to believe. But I am not your problem Yvonne,” well you are very brazen there she said. “In a few days, I am going to be gone. And you won’t have to worry about me.”

“So, I should let you continue to sleep with my husband with the knowledge that he is going to come back to me when he does not have you to see anymore” Yvonne asked. “That is pretty brazen.”

“No, I am not saying that” Liz said softly. When she had no idea what she was actually saying. “Just that your marriage is your business. At the end of the day, I am going to be gone, and it will be up to you and your husband to deal with your marriage on your own, and the fate of it.
she said. “I am not going to be the cause of anything. Because I am not going to be here at the end of the day.”

Maybe that is why I am doing this, because I know in the end I will be gone. And Max will go back to his wife.

That is a novel thought.

“I am not going to let him continue to make me out for a fool,” Yvonne said. “If you think I am going to let you sleep with my husband and then leave him for me to take him back or deal with, while you go on your own way… I think you are going to be sadly mistaken.”

“You are getting very repetitive Yvonne,” Liz muttered. “Why don’t you leave me alone. Obviously, your husband is not here. So, let me go back to my swim and leave me in peace.”

“The hell will you be in peace,” Yvonne muttered “I will show to you that you have slept with the wrong woman’s husband,” as she turned to go.

Storming off, leaving a giant mess for Liz to deal with. It is hell of a mess she knew. And once Liz knew Yvonne was gone, thanks to Michael’s trusty surveillance camera.

She looked down…

Max could only shake his head as he took her hand as she helped him as he popped up on his feet. Looking very sexy in his robe with nothing under it she thought. Snap out of it, Liz thought to herself, and the situation was pretty a damper on the brazen activities that they were committing. And Max was looking downcast. “I am so sorry Liz, I never wanted you to be affected by this.”

“Well, I am” Liz muttered as she flinched at his wish to hug her. And when it was concluded. “I think its obvious you should go home Max. Go back to your wife. Deal with her yourself and leave me alone. Because I have Callie, and I cannot let this touch her It’s one thing for me to deal with it. But it’s another for it to mess with my family. And I fear that is where Yvonne will go before this is over, and I cannot have that. These last three days have been amazing. And drug like. Hallucinogenic almost but seeing your wife shows that you are still very married. And this cannot have a happy ending.”

“I am getting a divorce,” Max said knowing that he was only resting on his wish of that fact because, wanting it does not make it fact.

“Are the papers served, filed, anything?” Liz asked. “Because Yvonne seems to think you are still married to her?” she wondered. “Which you are, and that she has a right to be upset,” she asked. “Which truthfully is also correct. Because Max, she does have a right to be upset, and not just sitting back and allowing it to happen, Max. She knows what is happening…”

“I am trying here,” Max said softy.

“Yes, you are” Liz knew as she knew the bubble had now burst. How could it not she knew. She knew the truth of the situation. It cannot continue she thought. “But you are also trying to have everything here too Max. Your respectable home life. A wife and adorable kids, and an honorable hero like job that has your boss conveniently covering for you. And me on the side. In a house across town that you can come to when you have free time. And when Michael and Maria come home, I will probably move into a hotel or something, and that would work out even better for you. But it is not a recipe for something that can last. And I am not going to let it last…” she said softly. “As much as sex with you is amazing, it’s also not everything” she said softly. “Not when I have a daughter to look after, and a life to worry about,” she said softly. “I cannot have Yvonne mess with any of that.”

I am respected back at home she told herself selfishly. And I like being respected for my work, and not my private life.

Feeling shame because of how Liz was stating the simple facts about them, only because it hurts her, he thought. But he knew she was right.

I do want it all he thought. But it’s not like I have a happy wife at home and a mistress on the side he thought. It’s a very different story he knew.

But it was close.

“I never wanted you to be hurt.” Max said.

“I am not hurt Max, because I did this of my own free will Max,” Liz said. “It’s on me. It’s not all on you. But if this goes any further, this has the capacity to make things worse, and I cannot have that.” Liz said softly. “You mean the world to me, but this has to stop.”

Max knew she was right.

But he hated the feeling of the bubble bursting. “I love you.”

“You can love me all you want. But until you are free. That gets us no where,” Liz muttered.

“Do you love me?” Max asked.

“Max, please don’t make this harder than it already is?” Liz asked as she hated to see how he was looking at her, and the desire on his face, for me she thought, and I am turning off the tap of that desire. But she could not let their actions continue, when it could land where they did not want to be. “You mean the world to me, but you should leave,” she said softly. “Go home to your wife and figure out what you want.”

“If I do divorce her, will you be waiting for me?” Max asked.

“We will have to see, won’t we?” Liz murmured to the sad truth; we don’t know how long it would take. “Because you have to make that choice knowing I might not be there for you in the end. So, go Max,” she said and even though she knew she had said these words before, she hated the déjà vu feeling as she stood on her tippy toes, and leaned and they kissed, and it was supposed to be a very simple kiss. About good-byes but nothing was simple with them.

The kiss grew, passionately, and intensely.

But it also ended before they did anything more unwise and relapsed into their mutual addiction or each other.

Right now, they had enough restraint to step aside and not fall for another fix.

“I love you,” Max said softly.

“I love you too,” Liz finally said. “But sometimes love is not enough…” she said softly. If only.

“I know,” Max acknowledged. “I wish it were…”

But it’s not they both knew as he walked into the house and got dressed and was walking out the front door…

To shots ringing out.

Ending with Max falling to the ground, and Liz screaming…

…had Ella’s prophecy come true?

[totallizfan]

Yvonne is on the war path.
Max is down ...I hope Liz doesn't get hurt.
If Max is hurt badly, I hope someone can heal him.
Could that someone be Max and Tess's son, the twins or Liz?

[Superman86]

Max better be OK and Liz!! What a cliffhanger. Can't wait for next post, edge of my seat here. And for 4 nights and 3 whole days Max and Liz have been engaged doing extracurricular activities. I wonder if there using protection, if not I'm ok with a new little bundle making an appearance

[Parker1947]

Six days later,
Phillip and Diane Evans home,

“I don’t know why I am here” Liz muttered in a grief-stricken way that could somehow help her after the last five days which had bordered on the surreal. She did not feel like herself but then she was not herself. She was barely out of a nearly five-day stupor, and the only reason she was not still in one was because her best friend had finally carolled her to stay at her house that she shared with Michael. Even though Liz had tried to fight it every which way, and had not wanted to be there, because it had been the scene of a crime.

But it came to being either with Michael and Maria or being with her parents above the Crashdown. But because the Crashdown also brought memories to her, and she did not want to be there even though Callie was now spending time there. Liz instead had only wanted a dark and dusty hotel room, away from anyone. But no one wanted her to be alone.

They figured it would be the worst place for her.

They were right. But there was another reason for the mandatory withdrawal session because they all had to be where they did not want to be. And if Liz had a choice. She would not have been there, but she did not have a choice. Because she knew the town would have been talking if she had not shown up at the graveyard.

Even though he was cremated, so why the graveyard she muttered. But then she was already the talk of the town. Since the news was reported on the front page of the Roswell Gazette. Letting the town know of her private business. But this time, she had no choice but to allow it, and there was very little she could do as she could only recall…

The headlines…. Sheriff Deputy gunned down outside lover’s hideaway…

Max Evans, a Sheriff Deputy with the Roswell Sheriff Deputy was gunned down outside the home owned by Michael and Maria Guerin. But it was not the owners who were there on this day, it was the woman Evans was seeing.

His high school girlfriend. Former fiancée…

But the victim was someone who has a wife and children at home. But on this day Evans was reported to be seeking the sexual comfort of his former girlfriend. Sources indicate they have been striking up a relationship since the return of Elizabeth Parker only last weekend. Liz to her friends. Ms. Parker who moved away after high school only returned recently to attend a friend’s wedding. And she stayed for a few extra days and apparently stroked up a romantic relationship with her former boyfriend.

Max Evans is married to local resident Yvonne Duncan Evans for the last six years and have been raising his eight-year-old twins, Ella, and Noah Evans together although the two children are a result of his first marriage. A wife who passed away from illness when their children were babies. Mr. Evans would marry Ms. Duncan and join the Sheriff Department where he would rise in the ranks and was a trusty Deputy to Sheriff James Valenti, Jr at the time of his death.

The Sheriff Department has nothing to say of any resulting investigation into the death. Or whether one was commencing. And Yvonne Evans has had nothing to say about what her husband was doing with Ms. Parker on the day of his death when reached for a comment.

Ms. Parker herself has been in seclusion and is not responding to inquiries about her relationship with the deceased.

But Mr. Evans was seen leaving the home of the Guerins by witnesses, which was the home where Ms. Parker has been staying because they are a personal friend. But it was not either of the Guerins who he could have been visiting as they had only just left for their honeymoon. Leaving Ms. Parker alone in the house. And on this day. A bullet came out of nowhere, and screams could be heard. And Mr. Evans apparently died in the arms of Ms. Parker.

No suspects have been apprehended at this time…

The headlines screamed further lurid details, as it was reported how Yvonne had also been seen at the house, which led to all kinds of speculation, but all Liz could do was remember the horror of the day. And she wanted to sink into a haze, and leave. She had airplane reservations for the next day because she and Callie were returning to their home in Maryland. And they were not waiting for her car to be ready. They would be flying. I need out of this town. As she was officially released of any suspicion by Jim, and therefore, she knew she needed to get out of town.

She would already be gone, but she had to be at the funeral that had been held just that day. And the resulting reception that was being held at Phillip and Diane Evans home. As grief had rocked the Evans home. Their daughter Isabel had moved in with Max’s two children. And the current plan for the children was to stay at the house for the time being before likely moving in with Isabel at her home.

Expectations were that Kyle would also move in with Isabel to help with the kids. Whatever that meant for their relationship was anyone’s guess. But the death of Isabels’s brother had certainly rocketed the seriousness of their relationship into a more serious state.

How serious would be discussed later on…

But for now, they currently in the Evans home. Because Phillip had come up to Liz at the funeral and asked for her presence when all she wanted to do was go home. She did not know why she had to be at the home, for the reading of Max’s will.

All she knew was people were looking at her. Like she was a marked woman. “I feel like I am wearing the Scarlett Letter,” she said, of the word, “Adultery, or A” for the fact everyone knew she had carried on an illicit relationship with Max even though only certain people knew she had broken it off, just moments before the shocking crime.

All Liz cared was the depth of devastation she felt as she felt the pain in her heart, and the draining look of Max’s life in her arms as she rushed to his side. And no one could get her to move until Jim rushed to the scene, and got her to leave, and then it was only seeing Kyle was what got her to come of her trance.

And she had rushed into his arms, as he gave her comfort.

Isabel had rushed back from Las Cruces, with the twins.

Only to be told it was too late.

So, it was hell for everyone on that day as it took another 48 hours for Michael and Maria to return early from their honeymoon, and for the funeral to be scheduled.

Now it had, and she was in hell. “People are looking at me,” she muttered. Because she was not oblivious. She saw the stares of the town who come to share their words of sympathy to the Evans for the loss of their son. She knew she was the talk of the town.

She was a marked woman.

“It’s alright,” Maria said softly as she was beside her friend’s side. She and Michael had personally been babysitting Liz for the last twenty-four hours since she arrived at Liz’s hotel room and found her passed out, with bottles all around her. Completely out of her mind in a stupor. And any other time, Maria would have left her friend to her devastated. Because she had seen it before in Liz once before. But she knew Liz needed to be at the funeral.

She would always kick herself if she wasn’t ... She may have seen it before. But she also knew you only get that miracle, once, right she remembered. And most normal people might not get it at all.

But Max was special they both knew. But being special did not stop him from being taken from us Maria thought. As she arrived and found her friend close to the state her own husband was in, but Michael was a little more together. But barely she thought. As she forced Liz to her home, kicking and screaming because Liz had not wanted to be there, and Maria understood but she also knew Liz would not want to be at the Crashdown, and face the memories or have Callie to see her in the state she was.

Liz relented at being reminded that the only other option was to be with her parents. But that was yesterday. This is today. “You are not wearing the letter A” Maria muttered. But she knew why her friend felt like she was.

She saw the same stares that her friend was experiencing, and Maria almost felt a little guilty about stirring the conditions that had led to all this, I know it’s my fault for how they acted at the wedding he knew. I never imagined any of this.

Even with the warnings coming from Sean Maria thought as Sean Deluca now stood in the back of the room. And from the looks on his face, she knew he was telling I told you so, but the investigation was closed, and therefore, no one had any idea of why the shooting happened in the first place.

Because no one knew Max and Liz had been at her place Maria thought. Except for Yvonne Evans she snidely thought. Or the fact Liz was known to be staying while Michael and I were gone.

Memories of the short honeymoon was already starting to get lost.

“But I feel like it,” Liz muttered. “People are looking at me.”

“Because you look like hell,” Maria muttered.

“Well thanks,” Liz muttered. “And you know it’s not why they are looking at me,” she muttered. “I don’t know why I am here” she said softly. “Why am I here?”

“Pull it together,” Maria said softly. “You know that Phillip wants you here.”

“I don’t know why,” Liz sighed as she saw Yvonne shooting darts at her. She knew people were remarking how she looked so devastated and yet the widow is looking like she was on the edge of a money haul. And waiting for it to be official.

As she thought of how Phillip had come to her at the graveyard and explained that she would be needed at the house for the reading of Max’s will. Why she did not know.

“I cannot tell you either,” Maria said softly as Yvonne had enough and came storming over. Not wishing to keep quiet, even though she knew she would be making a scene by doing so. “What is she doing here?” Yvonne asked. “I don’t want her here.”

“That is not for you to decide Yvonne, because she was invited,” Maria said through gritted teeth. “This is not your home Yvonne. Therefore, you cannot control who may be invited into it,” she muttered because she really could not stand the way Yvonne was looking at her, and at Liz. Maybe it’s warranted because of Liz’s actions, but it still does not get us anywhere. “You don’t get to make the invitations.”

“But he was my husband,” Yvonne muttered “Why should I let the floozy who was sleeping with my husband to come in and wreck my goodbye to my husband?” she asked, and Maria openly laughed. “What is it?”

“That is a laugh, Yvonne. We all know you are not standing here mourning the loss of your husband,” Maria muttered. “Or wishing to say goodbye. You are looking at what his death will give you,” she said softly. Because she had no idea of what arrangements Max may have already put in motion, and therefore, she was going by the same assumptions that Max’s wife was. She would not know either, why Liz was here…

“However, I felt for my husband is my business,” Yvonne murmured. “Why should I have to see the woman who was sleeping with my husband?” she asked. “If he had not be there with her,” she said pointing at Liz, “Maybe he would still be alive.”

Liz winced. Because the accusation rang at all her buttons.

Because it was the truth.

They just did not know how true it was.

Liz knew the appearance of it all. And the accusations were true, yet she still felt some need to play some defence. “You don’t know what I was doing with Max,” Liz said softly as she broke her silence. While she appreciated Maria’s kindness in taking on her defence, but she had to say something. “We were only friends” she lied. Because she still felt a tremendous amount of guilt for that day she thought. Not for the fact we did what we did she knew. But for the fact Max left the house thinking I did not want him anymore she thought.

As she flinched at the memories of how she had held Max in her arms, as she ran to his side when the bullets landed in Max…

…after he dived in front of her, to make sure they did not find her standing at the doorway. The horror of the day still stayed with her, and while she had been in such a stupor until she was forced to be sober.

She remembered the way Max looked at her.

“Max,” Liz had whispered. “Stay with me?” she demanded, knowing that it was horrible that he was the one who was on the ground, dying when he had the ability to heal. And she had nothing. She could not help him.

Only Max had the ability to heal, and that was lost for him, as his breathing was becoming hallow. “Please…”

“I love you Liz,” Max said softly. “You were my everything. It was always you. You were the one I wanted. It was always you…” and with those words, his eyes closed.

And his breathing stopped just as the ambulance arrived and took over and quickly moved into the ambulance, and she was unable to go with him. Because she was not family.

“Because I was not family” Liz muttered only to herself as she was brought back to the reality by Max’s wife. “That is a laugh,” Yvonne muttered with a cruel laugh and a repetitive slap of a taunt. “You have been sleeping with my husband.”

Usually able to try to bat away, Liz was at the end of her rope of decency. “So, what if I was?” Liz asked, stunning Maria with the admission. “Hell with it, or you, because do you want the truth, Yvonne?” she muttered. Stone cold sober, unfortunately, she thought. “What if I was sleeping with your husband. Because you know what Yvonne. He wanted me, not you. He always wanted me. He was thinking of me when he died. Unfortunately, I was stupid enough to break his heart and walk away when we were eighteen. Which is something I have regretted for the last decade. So, I could not do it when we saw each other at the wedding. So, yes, I was sleeping with you husband. And there is nothing you can do about it. And yet even though I went there with him. I actually respected the fact he was married. I know, that might cause you to laugh, and you know what, you are right. But still, we broke it off, or I broke it off, right before, he was shot. I told him to go back to you,” she muttered. “Which might end up being the biggest mistake of my life” she coldly muttered. “Next to breaking up with him in the first place.”

“You bitch,” Yvonne muttered as she slapped Liz, and Liz took the shove, with pride she thought.

She slapped back… and with words…

“You know what, your husband and I had the best sex ever, which I bet is not something he gave you” Liz crackled as she was past caring that she was making a scene, and this was the last place she should be doing this. “But I told him to go home to you,” she said. “How foolish of me.”

There were gasps in the crowd to emotional breakdown of Liz. A true honestly moment one would not expect at a funeral. “Enough,” Phillip Evans thundered as he came over to the fight. “Both of you, enough of this. If you cannot respect each other. Then respect my son’s memory. Because this is not something Max would have wanted.”

“We all know that Max wanted me,” Liz muttered in a defiant way that made it look like Yvonne was going to strike back at her… “Not her…”

“Come on Liz,” Maria said as she pulled her friend away from Max’s wife. Whoa she muttered to herself. I never knew she had it in her. While Michael was keeping Yvonne in line. “This will not get you anything.” Even if it’s fun entertainment she muttered. But she knew her friend would come down from this high she was feeling.

“But it feels damn good,” Liz said softly. “Not as much as sex with your husband” she yelled in the direction of Yvonne, “You know what Maria, I have cared too much about what people might think,” she said. “Everyone knows what occurred with Max. Because it’s on the front pages of the newspapers all week. So, yeah, I am past denying what happened between Max and myself. “You know what everyone,” she stopped and stood in front of the crowd whose eyes and ears were trained to the escalating situation. “Yes, Max and I slept together. So many times, before his death. And in so many locations, you would be shocked, so print that if you want…” she yelled at the people in the corner, a plant she could tell because the person had been a reporter for the paper of record.

“Jesus,” Sean muttered. “Are you sure she’s sober?” he asked his cousin as Kyle came through the crowd, and helped Maria drag Liz away.

Someone who could not stop laughing. Hysterically by this point.

Yes, I am” Liz said as the laughter was starting to die. Just like Max she mourned “But I do need a drink,” she said. “Kyle, can you get me one?”

“No, I won’t,” Kyle said. “Things might be worst off, if you had a few drinks in you” he said as he and Maria pulled Liz into another room and closed the door.

How could it get any worse Liz muttered to herself, “Max is gone” she said softly. “Kyle, he’s gone.”

And then not to anyone in particular. It was the coming to terms with the unfathomable. “Max is dead,” she said softly. “He brought me back to life. And he’s dead,” she sadly broke. As she was coming down from the high of the adrenaline that had fueled her moment with Yvonne. She might be his wife, but I had his heart she said softly.

“Yes, he’s gone” Kyle said softly.

“This is all my fault,” Liz broke down. As Kyle pulled her into a hug, and she continued to cry. “He loved me, and I told him to leave. If he only had stayed…”

*

One hour later,

It took her a full hour to come through her full breakdown. The high of the adrenaline fuel attack at Yvonne lead to an emotional beat down, as she started crying and she could not stop. As she was still in the room where she had been carolled into by her friends. And over the last hour, they had quietly come in, one after another making sure she was okay, but Liz was not okay. The last thing I am, is okay she knew. But still she felt some guilt about the scene she had created the hour before. “Phillip and Diane did not deserve my rant.”

“No, they did not” Kyle said softly. As it was it was only in the room that was officially Phillip’s office. “But they understand.”

“How could they understand,” Liz said. “I unleashed out there…” she muttered. “I was feeling watched, and judged, and well, I let the truth go free” she said softly.

“Yes, you did” Kyle acknowledged. “It was quit the scene,” he knew. Quite impression he thought. I never knew she had in her he thought because the Liz Parker he knew what not the type to unleash on someone, deserved or underserved. Especially not in public he thought. You can say many things about Yvonne, but she was not expecting that unleashing by her husband’s mistress.

Telling all.

“I am sure the newspapers will have something to say in the morning,” Liz muttered.

“Maybe,” Kyle said softly. Knowing full well it might already be on the internet. Deputy’s mistress admits to affair in tangent against the man’s wife at funeral Video at 11.

“The kids,” Liz said softly, as she came back to reality. I might be coming down from a bender, but the aftermath probably is as bad as if I was, she thought. “Did they hear me?”

“No,” Kyle nodded. “Your parents had already taken all three back to the Crashdown. Phillip did not think it was appropriate for them to be here,” he said softly.

“Thank you, lord,” Liz muttered. But god you took Max away from me, why she cried as there was a knock on the door, so how can I believe in you? and Phillip peered in.

“Can we come in?” Phillip asked.

“Whose we?” Liz muttered. As her senses were starting to return and she did not know whether she wanted to see anyone, and especially not Max’s parents. But she was in their home, and she really had no choice.

“Diane, and me, along with Maria” Phillip said as they all walked into the room. “How are you doing?”

The man is asking her son’s mistress how she is doing Liz remarked to herself. Less than a week affair might not mean, but it meant so much she thought, so she did not know what to think of herself, or her conduct. Now, or then.

“Phillip, Diane, I am very sorry for what I said out there” Liz said softly. “It was unfair of me to make such a scene.”

“Are you?” Diane asked.

“Yes,” Liz said a little sheepishly. “Neither of you deserve it,” she said softly as she turned to Phillip. “This day should be about your son.”

No, we did not deserve it, and yes this is about Max “But it’s true, right?” Diane asked.

“Let’s not get into that, shall we” Phillip murmured. Because it’s the last thing we should be talking about…

“All I am saying is, you had my son’s heart?” Diane said softly. As she was notoriously not the biggest fan of her most recent daughter-in-law, and therefore, she might not have the usual reaction to her son’s former girlfriend making such a scene, Yvonne was not going to get the usual defence from her husband’s family. “My son felt something for you?”

Maybe Phillip, but obviously not Diane Kyle thought.

He and Isabel knew this.

“Your son and I felt a great deal about each other,” Liz acknowledged as she tried to keep it to a minimum. “But I should not have put it all out there, especially not in that crowd, and especially not on this day. You are right Phillip; this is about honoring your son. And I made it about me. Or about Yvonne and me.”

“We understand,” Phillip said softly.

You might understand but I made this day messy Liz sighed. “Maybe I should go?” she asked as her senses were finally back. “Kyle, Maria could one of you drive me to my parent’s place?”

“You can stay with me?” Maria asked.

“No,” Liz said softy. “As much as I love your place. And I do. But the memories are too hard for me right now, to be there,” she said softly as memories of the time she had spent with Max. “Callie and I are leaving tomorrow. And I need to see her, and my parents,” she said murmured as she turned to Phillip and Diane. “Thank you for having me, but this is the last place I need to be, right now.”

“You cannot go yet,” Phillip murmured.

“Why not?” Liz asked.

“I was serious earlier,” Phillip muttered. “You are needed at the reading of Max’s will,” he said softly. “Which we will be commencing shortly…”

“Why would I need to be present?” Liz asked. “Can’t you not call me when I am back home or send me a letter with the particulars?” she asked. “I doubt it’s much. I had not seen your son for a decade until a week ago,” she wondered. “Why would I be in it?”

“You will see for yourself, but you should be there” Phillip said softly. “I think you will understand. Of course, it will be up to you whether you want to meet my son’s wishes, but you should be aware. And truthfully, I probably need more support when his wife finds out what is in the will,” Phillip muttered.

“What on earth,” Liz asked. “What does that mean?”

“You will find out,” Phillip muttered.

*

Note...

Yes, I did it. What can I say, I am a glutton for angst and drama. BUT it's not the end of the story. A whole bunch more action is to come from this, and some unforeseen complications and surprises. So, I hope you keep buckled up, and go along the journey with me.

[totallizfan]

I'm all buckled in and ready to go.
Looking forward to the trip.
The bumps in the road and the smooth patches along the way.
Let's do this.

[Superman86]

My feelings right now after reading this update. I'm now on the fence rather I should stay invested or not, I hope you can convince me otherwise. With Max's death I'm numb because I really wasn't expecting something like that, make it better Please!! I beg you. Not only that, I feel for the twins, they're now orphans