After hanging up the phone Stella and Michelle went to check on Mac. As they walked into the room they found him sound asleep. Bending down to feel his head, she found him warm, but not hot. Covering him up, she headed to Michelle's nursery to put her down for the night.
"There we go my little angel. Sleep peaceful."
Turning on her little lamp, and mobile Stella left the room.
*Knock, knock*
Looking at the clock, Stella wondered who would be calling this time of night. As she opened the door, she found Anya in tears.
"Anya...what's the matter?"
"Michael...that's what's the matter. He makes me so mad, he just doesn't listen to reason."
"Come on in. I'll make coffee, and we'll talk."
As Stella made the coffee, Anya took down the cups.
"How's Mac feeling?"
"Not to good. He's sleeping right now, so we won't be disturbed."
"That's good, I don't think I could handle a man in the room right now."
"Aww..come on Anya, it can't be that bad."
"Oh believe me, it is. He's so bullheaded, he doesn't listen to reason, and he's always right."
Stella couldn't help but laugh. For Michael was just like his father, all the way to his temper.
"Listen Anya, I'm going to take a wild guess here. You and Michael had a fight about the kids."
"How did you know?"
"Call it mothers intuition. So what did he do?"
"I finally helped him have the kids on a regular bedtime schedule, then he goes and ruins it tonight by telling MJ he can stay up past his bedtime, after I told Michael it wasn't wise to break the schedule. So he stormed upstairs with MJ and put him down in bed. Then storming back downstairs he started WWIII with me."
"Ahhhhh....so he was all fine with your help until it came to something he wanted his way with MJ."
"That's right. I know they are his children, and I in no way would over step my bounds, but he seemed to feel I was taking over, and trying to be the better parent. So I told him he was wrong, that I'm not the parent at all, he is."
"Then he faught with you, telling you that you don't want him or his children, that you no longer love or need them."
"God you are good at this Stella, that's right. So I knew there was no explaining anything to him tonight, so I left and came here."
"Oh Anya, you poor doll you. Does Michael know you were coming here?"
"No. I told him I was just going to my sisters, at least there I'm appriciated."
Stella was loving this. She could see the sparks ignite in Anya's eyes, and she could just imagine the sparks in Michael's.
"You love him, don't you Anya?"
Looking Stella in the eyes with fresh tears she whispered.....
"I do Stella, I truely do."