A year later… A bumpy start is nothing compared to the joy of the present. Cole and Liz have to admit that even though both of them are each other’s rebound they are enjoying each other’s company. So much so that they got used to livin

The salty breeze is evident as the crystal sliding door was half open letting the wind in. The white curtains that reached the floor flailed in all its glory against the iridescent teal waves on the  background kissing the white shoreline. A white pergola liven up the porch with a combination of blue and green sea gradients for the see through cloths draping around it. Liz lied on a white  swing bed attached to it. The  sky blue bed cushion matches the  white with yellow starfish pattern and midnight blue throw pillows spread around it. Her hair was loosely  braided to the side and she wore this mint green poncho over her white maxi dress and a pair of flipflops. Quinn was fast asleep, cuddled next to her  right arm. While the other hand clinged to a book she was reading to past the time. Every time she does that she feels like she visits another world without the need of packing a suitcase, moving her feet, riding a cab, sail thr

"The prodigal son indeed. I should thank Liz here for convincing you to pay a visit." Benjamin turned around welcoming Cole to their  hide out. "Mom and dad gladly joined the reunion too." Contrary to how he described it Liz, Margarette and Midas were all tied in various posts. Each with a different kind of torture method. Liz was chained at the center post on top of a plank with a large fiberglass saltwater tank and a  swimming bull shark below it. One press of the button and she becomes its lunch. Yes, he is twisted like that. Midas was on the far left side post, had his arms forcefully stretched out. Metal bars with holes only fit for each fingers lock in place that were on standby in each side. Tightening it depending on how Cole answers. With the purpose of crushing it eventually. Margarette on the other hand has a drill moving closer to her still functioning  eye. Ready to make her totally blind this time. 

The airport was busy as usual with passengers who just landed in and others off to fly frequented the lobby. Luggages circled the conveyor and so was some pushed around in carts. Cabs in a long line outside while some are just about to get in for a drop off. Private cars and motorcycle even added to the jammed traffic. "I hope we get moving soon," Liz complains at the back seat though she is highly unrecognizable. She pulls down her black shades to take a peak at the long trail of cars ahead. Her staple red hed is replaced by a black bob cut wig. Lips as red as cherry while she pop the bubble of the gum she was chewing. Wearing a custard v neck line crochet top  and a black leather pencil skirt. Finished off by thin fishnet stockings and scrunch knee high boots. Screaming hooker in every angle. "My customer is waiting on me like thirty minutes ago, " she fishes a bill in between her cleavage and hands it to the driver, "do you know any shortcuts, mister?" T

"Nick talk to me please. What happened? You just started acting strangely after the wedding. I thought we were already through this. Didn't you say you love me and our son. Well sons actually."Cole stopped throwing  his clothes into an open luggage. Then glares at his wife with disgust. "Aren't you just being desperate Liz? That was a year ago, people change so get over it." Then he resumed packing."Dad! Quinn come with you." It was their two year old son clinging on his legs. Cole kicks him on the side that's when Liz lost it "How dare you hurt my son." She picks up Quinn and puts  him on his crib. "Mama! Dad!" Quinn started crying when he heard his mom raise her voice. "Shhh baby it's okay daddy is just going to take a vacation. We are not fighting."Cole scowls in disagreement. "Don't lie to him just because he can't understand yet. Take it from me a