What Would've Happened

Maria's Little Fight

"Maria, go down stairs and get us some cake, ok?" I murmured. She nodded, and pulled away from Mac. Before she left, though, she leaned up and gave Mac a kiss on the cheek. Then she hustled out of the room. I scooted closer to Mac, rubbing his shoulder. He was smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever.

"She hugged me." He mumbled. I smiled back, and hugged him.

"Yes she did." I said, giving his cheek a kiss. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

Suddenly, I heard several people gasp, followed by a cry. Oh no. I got up immediately, and raced out the room.

In the living room, I saw Maria towering over Tommy, who was clutching his cheek. I saw blood coming out of his nose, and tears running down his face. Maria's fists were clenched in anger, while she was heaving.

"Get out of my party!" Maria shouted at the poor boy. He scrambled to his feet, and, crying, raced out of the room.

"Maria!" I exclaimed, angrily storming towards her. Before I could reach her, Mac shoved past me. He leaned down, and slung her over his shoulder. Then he went upstairs, while Maria was shooting glares at everyone who looked at her.

"She's turning into her dad." Tammy mumbled.

"Yeah. She is." God hope she doesn't. "I think the party's over."

Tammy nodded, and most of the mothers left with their children. I grabbed a box of Kleenex and headed outside, to Tommy. He was crying on the porch, blood, sweat, and tears drizzling down his face. I kneeled by him, pulling out a tissue.

"Are you ok?" I gently murmured, dabbing at his bloody nose. He sniffed and shook his head. "Maria was just upset, ok?"

"What did I do to her?" He demanded. Seriously? This kid is forgetful.

"You gave her father a scare." I explained gently.

"No I didn't! All I did was pull the thingy, and he froze." Tommy retorted with sass. Now I saw while Maria didn't like him. I didn't blame her.

"That's a scare. You see, Maria's dad was in a war. He got kidnapped for two years." I explained. "Now that he's home, he gets frozen up when he hears a loud noise."

"That's stupid." Tommy muttered, gaining his obnoxious nature back. Now I really wish Maria would come back down and slap him.

"No it's not. We didn't see him for two years. And the bad people hurt him badly." I stated.

Tommy was silent. "He's a pussy." I heard him whisper.

Just after he said that, a blue van pulled up. A horrified brunette hopped out. "Tommy!" She shrieked.

I got up and calmly made my way over to her. I stopped in front of her. "You need to teach your son a lesson on manners." I declared angrily.

"What do you mean?" She asked, glancing at her son.

"My fiancé has been in Iraq, as a prisoner of war for two years. He has post traumatic stress disorder, and reacts badly to loud noise. Your son was warned not to make any loud noises. He ignored the rules, and put my poor fiancé in a flashback. If I hadn't been there to snap him out of it, it would've been much, much worse than my daughter hitting your son. And he deserved it." I finished, turning on my heels and storming away. I didn't see the expression on the woman's face as I grabbed the Kleenex's and went inside. Most of the guests were gone, with the exception of Tammy, Cindy, Katie, and Clare. Dylan must've been out with Sean.

"Angie, go upstairs. We got the mess." Cindy stated, clearly seeing the anger. I nodded, and went upstairs.

Mac:

Once I had Maria upstairs, I set her down on her bed. She had her arms crossed, and was looking pretty pissed.

"Why did you hit that boy?" I gently demanded.

"He's a butthole." She stated sharply. She avoided looking at me.

"That's not a reason to hit him." I murmured. If I raised my voice, we'd be back to square one.

"Yes it is! I told him not to scare you! But he did, so I hit him." She finished, acting like her actions were just.

"Maria, you use your words. Not your fists." I stated sternly. Although in all honestly, it was kinda sweet that she was sticking up for me.

"Words don't do anything." She muttered. "Not with boys."

"Hey, I'm a boy. And I understand words." I said, smiling slightly. Even she was kinda right.

"You're an adult." She pointed out.

"So? Maria, violence isn't the answer." I murmured. I know.

"I know. But Daddy, he was a jerk! He deserved it! He punches kids at school all the time!" Well this was news. Turns out Tommy was a bully.

"Has he ever hit you?" I demanded.

"He pushed me on the ground. And then I kicked him." She muttered.

"Where'd you kick him?" I asked, a small amount of pride in my voice. At least she defended herself versus letting him do it.

"In the leg. He fell, and the teachers got mad." Maria explained.

"Well, don't tell your mom I told you this, but next time he pushes you, turn around and kick him between the legs." I whispered. Her eyes widened, like I was revealing a top secret fighting move.

"Really? Does it hurt?" She asked, interested.

"For boys, yes. Not do much girls. But you don't hit girls. Just bullies." I explained. The last thing I needed was to be called by the school saying Maria went around hitting people in the junk. I had a feeling Angie would do the same.

"Ok."

"Don't hit them if they don't do anything either." I added, wrapping an arm around her waist. She nodded, and leaned into my side. I glanced down, and her eyes were closed. I rubbed her side, and gently laid her down on her bed. She mumbled something as I pulled the covers up. I leaned down, giving her temple a small kiss. Then I pulled the tiara out of my back pocket. Setting it on her nightstand, I shut the door on my way out. Just as I shut the door, Angie came up the stairs. She looked a little pissed, so I wrapped her in a hug.

"What happened?" I asked.

"That boy is a little shit." She muttered, while I nuzzled her neck.

"I know. Maria said he's a bully at school. He pushed her down once, so she kicked him." I explained, rocking her slightly.

"God why did we invite him?" She asked.

"He's in her class. Kinda had to."

"He's not invited next time." She declared. I nodded, and gently bit down on on his neck. She let out a small moan. "Mac, our daughter is only ten feet away."

"With a closed door, while she's unconscious." I growled, giving her kisses up to her lips. "We have a good hour alone."

"My family is cleaning up downstairs." Angie mumbled, clearly trying to resist my charm. I wasn't gonna make it easy for. I slid my hand down her back, towards her rear. She moaned a little when I squeezed. "M-Mac..."

"God I love it when you moan." I growled, feeling a boner coming on.

Then I heard the front door shut, and I glanced down the stairs. All was silent, and I heard a few cars start up outside. "I think they just left." I stated, glancing at her. She smiled slightly, and motioned me over. I obliged, and lifted her up by her thighs. I made my way into the bedroom, shutting the door for the rest of the afternoon.