This came out a little more serious than I originally planned, but I think you will be surprised with the chapter.

They looked horrified as I paced back and forth at the side of the bed. This was unbelievable. It was one thing for them to be together, it was another for them to not tell me. As though there decisions didn't affect my life as well. "I don't even know where to begin!" I snapped not even looking in their direction mostly because it was kind of awkward since it was no secret they were probably naked. "Seriously? How long has this been going on, and don't lie to me! Remember, you two taught me how to read lies."

Sophie tugged at the sheet again, obviously uncomfortable. "Anna, if you could give us five minutes to dress, we can talk about this in the living room?"

"No!" I snapped back at them instantly. My face was hot with anger, and my body refused to find calm. Not to mention the turning in my stomach from the alcohol was killing me. There was a small reminder that the bathroom was twenty feet away when I needed it going on in the back of my mind.

"How come you didn't tell me? How come you snuck around?" That's what really hurt. They didn't trust me enough to tell me. Just as I was about to argue again, I decided against it and buried my face in my hands. Yup, I was going to be sick. "I'll be right back."

I made a beeline for Sophie's bathroom and dumped the contents of my stomach into the toilet. All the red jungle juice and the cheap snacks were gone, but it did make me feel a whole lot better.

For several moments I stayed there until there was a knock on the door. "Done yet?" Sophie sounded annoyed.

"You don't get to be the angry one!" I grumbled before flushing my mouth with some water. Finally, I stood up and threw open the door. Sophie was dressed in her pajamas and Nate was wearing a t-shirt and the same pants I saw him in earlier.

Sophie glared at me. "You're drunk."

"And you're sleeping with Nate. Now that we're all caught with pretty sufficient evidence…" I was still feeling a little green. Still, Sophie and Nate looked just as ready for a fight as I was, which wasn't real ready.

We all moved into the living room, even Phantom. We all stood there, Nate and Sophie in front of the couch and me in front of the TV.

"So, how long have you been together?" I asked crossing my arms. Truthfully, I was more hurt that they didn't tell me than anything else.

"How many drinks did you have?" Nate shot back.

Sophie raised her hands and stood between us. "We're not playing this 'answer a question with a question' game." She turned to me and touched my forearms. "We will answer your questions first, but do not think you're going to get away with anything."

Slowly, I nodded. "How long have you been together?" I asked again, trying to seem calmer.

Sophie moved back toward Nate and exhaled, blowing her hair out of her face. She glanced over to him and rolled on her feet. "We're not in a relationship. We're just… sleeping… together."

My brows furrowed. "Okay? I don't get it."

It was obvious this was not something Sophie wanted to talk about, especially not with me and Nate was going to let her do most of the talking. Taking a few steps back and forth she bit her lower lip.

"We're not in a relationship. We're just having sex. It's what people do sometimes." She was trying to not say anything incriminating but it wasn't working all that well.

Nate turned away from us. "I'm going to make some tea."

At that moment I think my heart broke. Somewhere inside me I actually hoped they were really together. That they maybe, just maybe, we were going to be that happy little family that I wanted. A dad that wasn't going to put me on a plane and let unspeakable things happen to me while I was alone in other countries. A mother that was there and wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Nope. And it hurt.

"So, ya'll are just knocking boots for the hell of it?" I snapped. "Just because you want. Non ci posso credere!" {I can't believe this.}

When the words came out of my mouth, they surprised even me. Yes, I was fluent in Italian, you had to be when you were Antonio Moretti's daughter, but I hadn't spoken it since I left home years ago. It was the language my father would speak to me in when he was angry.

Sophie noticed my sudden withdraw, but she didn't mention it. "Anna, we're adults, it's-"

"Are you using protection?" I pressed, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrow. Truthfully, I was just trying to make her mad now.

Some choking sound came from the kitchen as Nate spilt something on the floor. Sophie's face was suddenly very red. I glared at her.

"Don't give me that look. You'd ask me the same thing if I was telling you I was sleeping with someone," I growled.

"Yeah, but you're the kid and I'm the parent," Sophie was beginning to get frustrated and angry. Then a look of realization came across her face. "Are you sleeping with someone?"

"No!" I exclaimed throwing my hands down. "And you're avoiding my question!"

"Yes, Anna, we're… using protection." The last part came out almost as a mumble. There was a moment of awkward silence as I threw myself into the armchair. Slowly Sophie made her way toward me. Kneeling in front of me, she tried to look me in the eye. "Are you going to tell me what you're really mad about?"

My eyes were watery as I glared at her. "I'm just wondering how long it's going to take for everything to get screw up."

They had no rebuttal, they had no closing argument. All they had was beginning of a new fight. "How much did you drink?" Nate asked from the kitchen.

I shrugged, mostly because I didn't really know. "Like five cup of 'jungle juice'," I muttered. "Aaron didn't drink at all."

Sophie rubbed her hands over her face and moved toward the hallway. "Let's not do this now. We'll deal with it in the morning. I'm tired, you're still intoxicated, and Nate needs to go home," Sophie said calmly.

"Why doesn't he just stay? I mean there's no point in ya'll sneaking around anymore," I snapped getting up and moving past Sophie to my bedroom. "I mean, why the hell not."

Sophie watched at Anna stormed into her room followed by her dog. She leaned her head back against the wall and groaned. She still wasn't used to having to add a teenager into every decision she made in life. Yes, she did know Anna would have to find out eventually, but they were going to make a plan. Talk it out. Maybe explain it in a way that wouldn't have her storming off to her room.

There wasn't a way Sophie could punish Anna for drinking at the moment, she was hurt and anything Sophie said would just start War World III. Parenting was not as easy as she had hoped.

Nate offered her a mug of tea and leaned against the opposite side of the hallway.

"I told you to leave before Anna got home," she grumbled before taking the tea to her lips.

Nate narrowed his eyes. "Don't pretend I'm the only guilty party, Soph. We've made our bed and now we have to sleep in it."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "No pun intended?"

Nate took a step closer to her and placed his hands on either side of her head looking down at her. He held her gaze for a long time. "Pun very much intended," he whispered huskily. He lowered his head to take her lips to his.

At first she wanted to argue, but allowed him to deepen the kiss. Suddenly she pushed him away and tried to glare at him even though she was still smiling. "We have a sixteen year old who is drunk and ready to kill us both and all you can think about is getting in my knickers?"

Nate tilted his head and began kissing her neck and behind her ear. She had to bite her lip to stay silent. "She told me to stay, and I think in her own way, that was her approval." When Sophie didn't reply he stopped kissing her neck and looked at her. "Or are we really going to talk about this now?"

Sophie gave him a conflicted look before shrugging. "Oh what the hell, the problem will still be here in the morning. Whether we talk about it now or not."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, then suddenly pulled away. "Anna really is upset right now, and I don't know-" Nate groaned and started kissing her neck again, "if we should be doing this."

Nate didn't reply, just kept kissing her neck as he closed the distance between their bodies. His hands moved up her thighs and slid underneath her shirt, igniting a fire in her stomach and making her seek out his eyes.

His lips quirked up into a smile as their eyes met and he went back to kissing her, this time she seemed to be back into it. Her skin was hot beneath his touch as they as quietly as possible moved to her bedroom again.

Then Sophie broke away again. "No, I mean this is serious. Our daughter also went out drinking, that you should be concerned about," she pressed again.

She fell back onto the bed and he continued, not replying, trying to get her back on the subject at hand. But she wasn't having it. "She's sixteen, I mean, do kids drink a lot in this country? I mean kids drank some in my town growing up, but I mean, it was Europe and usually not against the law-"

Finally, Nate threw his head into the pillow next to Sophie's head even though he was on top of her, before straightening himself up and looking down at her, his hands on either side of her head again, but this time they were in a much more compromising position. "I'm not going to be able to drop this right now am I?"

She gave him a weary smile before he rolled over and laid next to her, staring up at the ceiling. "First of all, kids drink, I drank-" she looked over at him to remind him that that confession was not all that helpful for Anna's future. "Soph, most kids drink, I'm sure Eliot and… okay he may be the only example out of the crew, but I'm sure the other's at least tried it before they were twenty-one. Second of all, you're seriously worried about breaking the law?"

Sophie sighed. "Okay, well what about us? That's not going to go over smoothly tomorrow." She turned over on her side and propped herself up on her elbow.

Nate mirrored her position. "I think she'll surprise you. Tonight she was in shock, I think she'll come around once that wears off. She's more angry at us for not telling her than the actual crime itself."

"She feels like we like to her," Sophie muttered. "She's come so far in trusting us and now I'm worried…"

Nate squeezed her hand, the one she didn't realize he was even holding. "Anna loves you, she'd be the first to tell you that." He smiled at her. "Besides, you're the amazing Black Widow."

Sophie laughed heartily, then looked at her partner for a long moment. She leaned in and kept her eyes looking deep into his soul. Nathan Ford was a complicated man. Damaged by pain, broken by love. Yet, somehow, after all that, he was learning to love again. First with Anna, and slowly, not that he even knew, but he was learning to love her too.

She smiled at him and kissed his lips and deepened the kiss. She pushed him onto his back and this time she looked down at him. "That's why I'm sleeping with you, Iron man," she whispered, running her hands down his chest and deciding to finish what he started.

So, what did you think? Next chapter will pick up the in morning. Sneak peek? Nate's cooking breakfast, Anna's slightly hung over, and Sophie's enjoying both of them a little too much. Please review! Love always, Marilynn.