The Matters of Her Heart

Good breakfast, storytime, and knives?

A/N: The story used in this chapter is one of fiction, completely fake and made up events. Enjoy (:

"I swear I didn't know she'd be here!" Maxwell argued once he'd put Melanie down for bed.

"Then why the hell is she here Max?" Tanya yelled back.

"I don't know!" He insisted.

"Your sister's a bitch," she retorted with a sarcastic laugh.

"What do any of my sisters have to do with any of this?" He asked confused.

"You're joking right?" She asked incredulously. "The reason she showed up five years ago was because Brit called her! She's here while we are -once again, more than likely because Brit called her!!"

"My sister's not that conniving baby girl," he said in denial.

"Then why is she here? Huh? You tell me why she'd be here once again and I'll think about not stabbing her in the face!"

"You won't do anything to put my children in harm!" He snapped as he stepped menacingly towards her.

"Ha! That was the funniest joke I've heard you say yet," she smiled evilly at him. "I was eight months pregnant when I punched April in the face and Melanie was unharmed, stabbing Emma won't do much at all to my babies."

"Stay away from her," Maxwell decided, giving her a look. She rolled her eyes and brushed through her wet curls one more time before going to get in the bed. "You're not going to brush mine?" Maxwell asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. They were once again staying in his childhood bedroom that was almost as big as the master and had its own bathroom with everything needed.

Tanya laughed at his childish behavior before getting up to sit on her knees as he sat in front of her on the bed. She brushed through his hair, taking her time and brushing it like he liked her to, it was going to make him fall asleep just like it did Melanie.

They went to sleep in one another's arms. Tanya woke alone, something she hadn't been accustomed to for months. She realized the sun was barely even somewhere near being up, so where in the hell was her husband?

She got up and stretched like a cat, moaning slightly.

"That was sexy," a deep voice spoke. Tanya screamed and threw the lamp, narrowly missing Maxwell's head. "Really?" He asked as he sat the lamp he'd caught in his hands down. "That could've been my damn head Tanya."

"You know how scary I am! I don't know why you would do something like that," she stressed.

"Oh I'm sorry baby," he cooed as he pulled her against his sweaty body, trying to kiss all over her face.

"Max! No!" She giggled as she threw her hands in her face to block his advances. "Max, you're sweaty!"

"Come take another shower with me," he declared as he pulled her into the bathroom, undressing them both. Maxwell admired his wife's body and the growth it's made. He was suddenly very glad he had nothing to hide from her as he felt himself harden at the sight of her breasts and thick thighs that barely hid what was in between them. He bit his lip as he fisted himself slowly as she adjusted the water temperature.

"Really?" Tanya questioned when she turned to face him. She chuckled and shook her head before closing her eyes and tilting her head under the spray of the water. Feeling her husband's arms come around her waist, she opened her eyes and watched as the water dripped from the both of them, soaking his blonde hair and making it a light brown shade.

He kissed her lips and watched silently as she washed his body, paying close attention to the erection that poked at her continuously. Their bodies moved in sync, never once speaking because there were no words to be said between them.