One month later...
With the death of Gregory behind them, Maddy, Gray and Adam knew it was time to move on. They had decided to bury li'l Greg beside his father so he would have someone to hold him when he became scared.
Meanwhile for Michelle she had been home for almost two weeks now. Though most nights she still woke up from her ordeal in the Hospital. Mac had concerns, but he also knew with time and love she'd forget.
So now we move on to a new Chapter in the life of the
Taylor's/Delko's/Flack/Messer and soon to be Ross. In this Chapter we will see Adam ask Maddy to become his wife. But... on the day of the wedding, tragedy will strike for a few of our couples. Which ones? You'll have to wait and see.
The Taylor Home
"Mom... did you need me for anything today? If not I'd like to go see Lindsay." Trying to get out of bed Maddy felt the wave of nausea. "Mom... did you hear me?" "I did Gray. You can go, I'll be fine I have plans with Adam today." "Okay mom, I love you." "I love you too Grayson."
Finally feeling balanced again, she ran the shower and stepped in. God it felt good as the spray hit her back. After washing her hair, she dried, perfumed, and dressed for her day with Adam. Heading downstairs she felt the nausea hit her again.
"Sweetheart... you okay?" "I'm fine dad, no worries. Just a little tired this morning." "Are you sure love?" "I'm positive dad, don't worry." "Alright, your mom has coffee on." "I think I'll pass this morning." Hearing the knock on the door, she knew it was Adam.
"Morning Maddy... you ready to go?" "Mhmm... right after I get your kiss?" Blushing cause Mac was watching, Adam softly kissed her lips. "Good job Adam. Sweetheart, have fun." "Thanks dad... I'll see you later." Closing the door, Maddy felt the dizziness hit her full force. Seeing her sway Adam caught her in his arms.
"Maddy... are you okay? You look awful pale. Or do I make you faint?" He winked. "Such as naughty boy Adam Ross, and a lady never tells." Feeling steady again he helped her to the car.
Meanwhile...
With this being the first week-end of the new month, the girls had no plans. So they decided to switch their rooms around. Problem was they couldn't figure out how to get the beds moved.
"Come on Sara... just detach the canopy, then it will fit through the door." "I'm trying Sharon, it won't fit. Go get daddy." "No way... you go get daddy. He's so grouchy with everyone, even with mom. I really don't know what the hell is up his butt." Sara was flailing her arms, trying to tell her sister their dad was behind her.
"What are you doing Sara, it's true you know. Daddy is so...." Turning she seen her dad standing behind her. "So what Sharon?" "So handsom daddy. Now if you could find it in your heart to help us move our beds, that would be nice." "Well gee Sharon... maybe I should pull hell out of my butt first."
Sara giggled. "That's funny dad. See... this is what we miss. Your humor."
"I'll give you girls humor." Grabbing his daughters in his arms, he tackled them tickling their sides. Seeing their sisters having fun with daddy, they decided to get in the action too. Soon Eric had his whole six pack wrapped in his embrace, as they attacked him.
Walking up the stairs with li'l Eric, Mack laughed. "Oh my... this is something I haven't seen in ages. Daddy with his beautiful girls." Pulling himself up into a sitting position he pulled his wife and son down with them. "Now this is where we all belong. Wrapped in each other arms, and love."
"Awwwwwww.... daddy. We love you too." Smothering him in more kisses, they finally let him up. "Alright girls, let's get those rooms done, then we will go out for lunch."
Once they had all the beds moved, they started unpacking things while Eric went in search of his wife, who had left him behind. Walking into their room, he found her alseep on the bed. Quietly walking up he covered her mouth with his hand, leaned down and whispered...
"Don't move... don't try and scream. I promise I'll make you love me."
Mackenzie could feel her body begin to respond from her husbands heated breath. Laying her over on her tummy, he covered her from head to toe. Then talking his moist hot tongue he caressed the nape of her neck, while his fingertips brushed up and down her arms.
"I can feel your flesh raise to my touch Mackenzie... I can feel your body raise to reach mine, begging me without words to bring our souls back to what has long been forgotten. "Please Eric... she cried. I can't take anymore. I need to feel you touch me." Sliding his hands down her thighs, he rested them under her tummy and the bed.
Then sliding them lower, he touched her, causing her to burn in fire, as her hips raised to meet his, as her back, thrashed against his chest. so lost in the passion of clothes on clothes. So erotic, so tempting not being able to actually touch the flesh. But just to be able to tease, and taunt through the fabric.
"Ehemm... umm... we are done our rooms but I guess lunch is cancelled?" Laughed the girls. "Oh... erm... just give us a minute kids. Get your coats on." "Coats?? Mom... this is Miami."
Once they were out of earshot Mackenzie whispered... "Eric... I'm right on the edge here. There's no way I can move." Unclipping her jeans, he gave his wife what she needed. Then getting himself up, Eric ran downstairs leaving her to change.
"Shake your butt Mack... or we leave without ya." "I'm coming, I'm coming." Sara, Shannon, and Sharon laughed. "Just what's so funny?" "Nothing dad... nothing at all."
Heading outside the girls and li'l Eric waited in the car.