'It had been six years yesterday. Wow, it seems like it was less then 6 years; almost as if it had just happened, moments ago.' I wrote in the leather in cased journal.

I looked at the floor to see my six year old son, Connor, playing with the dog. I smiled and watched as he tried to pull the toy rope from the tiny dog's mouth. I chuckled a bit as the dog let go and Connor tumbled backwards.

I leaned back a bit in the suave chair. I watched as Connor laughed and then tried to entice the dog, once again, with the toy rope. The dog seemed to be bored with the idea and sat down, staring at Connor.

He was just as stubborn as his mother; maybe even more so. But he liked it his way… because to him, his way was always right, even if it was wrong. He was exactly like her.

"You don't get it!" She said, her voice rising.

"How could I get it? You never talk to me anymore. All you do is yell, and tell me I'm wrong! I can't always be wrong!" He shouted back.

It had become part of their routine.

"It's just like you to say that! I don't blame you for everything!" She shouted back. She sat down on the couch and glared at the tall man.

"Jesus!" He cursed.

"Maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, still glaring at him.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"I think…" She paused and looked at him. "I think we should get a divorce."

"Are you serious?" He asked, obviously shocked.

"Yes… after the baby's born. I think… we shouldn't be together."

"I… don't f***ing need this right now." He cursed and grabbed his coat.

"I called my lawyer." She said as he opened the door. He stood there.

"Since you're so busy with these decisions… call mine in your spare time." He said, not turning around, only walking in front, and shutting the door.

"Baby, don't do that." I was pulled out of my memories by my wife addressing Connor. I looked up to see her with a stern face, though her smile peaked out from the corners. She was holding our seventh month old daughter, Lacy. Connor smiled up at her.

"Sorry mommy." My wife smiled and shook her head. She then placed Lacy in the play pen as she made her way to the couch. She waved at me, with her bright smile. I smiled back and mouthed, 'I love you.' She did the same.

We had been married for three years; and had Lacy only months earlier. Connor adored his step mother, and called her mom or mommy. He addressed his own mother by her name. Not that my other son didn't do the same.

Connor was a twin. A huge surprise to both me and his mother. His brother, Nathan was with my first wife. She lived in Buffalo, New York. I only saw Nathan on major holidays when she makes the trip to visit her parents, and I made the trip to visit mine in Point Place.

I lived in a three story house in Bay City, Michigan.  Just far enough from my first wife, to keep her happy, and close enough to my mother to keep her happy. My life revolved around keeping everyone else happy.

I worked in Bridgeport as a Math teacher for the Community College. It brought in a decent amount of money. My wife was working at the local hospitable. She was a therapist for the psych ward. But she hadn't been working for the past year because of Lacy. Though we had wonderful savings. She was always so good with savings.

I have to admit, being married the second time around, was much, much better then the first…

"Where does all the money go?" He asked.

"I don't know." She said as she folded the laundry. They were in the living room of a tiny apartment.

"Don't give me attitude." He said, looking up from the bills and the check book.

"I'm not giving you attitude." She replied, in a determined voice.

"Whatever…" He gave in. She looked over in his direction and then at the clothes.

"I'm going to go out and get coffee or something." She said. He opened his mouth and then closed it; and then resided with a nod. She grabbed her sweater jacket and walked out of the front door.

He shook his head and went back to the check books and bills; after a few minutes he gave up and walked into the bedroom.

I felt my wife's arms wrap around my shoulders.

"Writing in that silly little diary again," She teased.

"It's a journal." I laughed.

"I know." She smiled and kissed my cheek. As she began to walk away I grabbed her arm and pull her down on me. I kissed her passionately.

"I love you Jackie." I said when our kiss ended. She kissed me briefly on the lips and smiled herself.

"I love you too Eric."

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, Mr. Blue Eyes… I have this week off, other then the weekend… blah. But I will get a chapter out by Thursday… scout's honor. I promised a J/E to someone… so I'm only doing as I'm asked :). This will be am ini series I suppose… this is def not a story for E/D fans. You can read it… I don't care, but one single Review abt J/E sucking and you are sooo gonna be proclaimed a meanie. There will be J/H and E/D moments through out the story. NO D/H. Remember I LOVE J/H and E/D. But I also like J/E along with other peeps. So please, please, please if you like E/D and/or J/H don't flame the J/E. You can read, or you don't have to read. It's up to you. I have J/H and E/D stories so… there. Anyway… just… R&R tell me if I should continue or forget it. I'm not gonna write if you don't like… And I WILL get out AT LEAST a chapter to Mr. Blue Eyes by Thursday. I might surprise you and upload 2 chapters… but I'm not sure yet, my schedule depending. OK… so R&R! Hope you enjoy. PS: I DO NOT OWN THAT 70'S SHOW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. Just the plot line… thank you :).