Gosh, that Belinda. Why does she always have to go and do this, disgrace the family time after time?

I know, she's my sister, and I love her, but really? She had to go have a kid and she doesn't even know who the father is? That woman irks me.

It's been quite a few years now, since she gave birth to the first child. Since she disrespected us for the first time.

Even so, it's like it was only yesterday that I was cleaning her sheets, and her, for that matter, and hiding it all from Carmelita. Why can't she just be a normal person?

I would do anything for her, and today I did something that was truly for her own good. I sent her off to that crazy house, where she really belonged.

I let out a sigh as Jacob and Chester ran up to me. "Mommy, Chester hit me!" Jacob accused, pointing at his younger brother.

"Is this true, Chester?" I asked my son.

He looked up at me with his big green eyes and nodded slowly. "It was an accident, Mommy."

Haille came in at that moment, carrying a doll and rubbing her eyes. "Where's mommy?" she asked, having just woken up from her nap.

"She went on a trip."

"Like on vacation? Why didn't she take me and where's she going?"

I sighed again. "I'll tell you when you're old enough, honey."

She nodded as Samuel came in.

My husband knelt down and kissed my forehead lightly. "You did the right thing, Olivia. It'll help our family more than you think."

"I still can't believe that I really did that to my sister." I picked up Jacob and hugged him to my chest.

"You still did the right thing." Samuel helped me bring the kids back up to their playroom and got them settled.

"Can we just talk now?" he asked as we left the kids with the aid.

"What about? We have work to do."

"I'm serious, Olivia." Samuel took my shoulders and spun me around to face him. "We really need to talk."

I let my breath out harshly. "Can't it wait?"

"No, it can't." He pulled me into his bedroom and had me sit on his bed.

"What is this all about? I really need to catch up on the bills and-"

"Just… just listen to me, okay?"

I nodded. "Make it quick."

"I'll make it however long I want it to be," he snapped harshly.

He sat next to me and held my hands in his. He didn't say anything for a while, just stared in my eyes.


"We… we need to fix something. I don't know what, but we do."

"I can't waist time brainstorming with you, Samuel. I have things to-"

"I thought I told you to be quiet."

I sighed and gently ran my fingers through his light brown hair. "What do we need to change?"

"We need to change 'us.'"

"And how are we supposed to do that? We're two different people, it's near impossible."

"Well then we need to change you."

"And how do you expect to do that? I'm my own person, and I do things my own way. If you want to change me, you'd better get some supernatural powers."

"Why don't you try changing yourself? I mean, what the hell's with us not sleeping in the same bed? Nelson and-"

"There you go again, comparing our relationship to Nelson Child's! What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You're the one that demands that we're so prude!"

Haille showed up in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. "Are you two fighting again?"

"No, sweetie." Samuel picked her up and carried her around the room for a few minutes, not saying anything.

After a while, he stopped at the doorway before leaving. "It's your job to change, Olivia, not mine."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked quietly.

"It means that you're tearing this family apart." He left with Haille still in his arms.