See chapter one for disclaimer.

That night at dinner Jake sat with her boys icing her hand that she had accidentally "busted" on the barn wall. She was trying to figure out how to talk to her kids about what had happened at school, but thoughts of a certain blonde with bright green eyes kept invading her mind. She was the principal of her children's school for gods' sake, but something just felt right. Deciding she better get the conversation over before it was time for the boys to grab their baths and go to bed she cleared her throat and just hit straight forward.

"Justin, Jace you two know the meaning of family right?"

"Yea Momma."

"It's a group or couple of people that love each other no matter what, right Momma?"

"Yes that's right, see a family can exist in many different ways, like us I'm a single mother but I'm also a lesbian, unfortunately some people think the only good family is one with a mom and dad. Some of them believe this so strongly they don't like any other kind of family and they pass this hatred onto their kids, which means the kids don't have an option but to hate people who are different. Do you understand what I mean?"

By this point Jake and Justin were holding a one on one discussion, Jace's forehead had found his mashed potatoes and he was snoring softly. The older of the boys set there for a moment contemplating what his mother had said before speaking.

"So what you're saying is I should apologize to Ronnie, because it's not his fault his Daddy is thinking for him. I also shouldn't have been fighting I know that Momma, but I don't like when people talk about you. Next time I'll keep my temper in check," looking at her hand, "you might want to too."

Smiling at her first born Jake couldn't help grabbing him and squeezing him. Talking into his hair she whispered, "How did you get so smart?"

"A good Momma helps a lot."

"Go on ya big sap, get your bath I'll clean up and peel your brother's head off his plate."

After tucking in the boys' Jake lay in bed begging for sleep to come but the only thing that came was her. With the memories of her encounter with Elizabeth still in her mind her hand had somehow made it between the sheets and into her boxers. Little did she know in a small house in the middle of town the principal was having the same issue as the brunette.

Elizabeth Young was wondering how she had managed to get herself in this situation, and after talking to her secretary Tuesday morning she was questioning her decision. Catherine was the one person who had truly opened her home and heart to the young woman, and what she had said was putting a damper on her newly uplifted spirit. While sitting in her office after classes had begun, she should have been filling out those forms for the school board, but instead was talking to herself.

"How can such a gentle mother, be a womanizing player? That just doesn't seem like her, maybe with me it's not her? Maybe, just maybe, she felt that sense of completion when we were in the same room also."

Catherine rapped almost silently on the door before sticking her head in.

"Maybe your right, maybe you are different?"

"Why do you say that Cath?"

"Because, I called the town florist to confirm it, Jake has never bought flowers before. And you my sweet child have got a bouquet the size of Texas sitting on my desk waiting for you to come get them."

"Do you care to bring them in here I would like to set them on my desk, and read the card by myself instead of the audience assembled in the main office?"

The feisty curly haired blonde left, then returned with a large bouquet, sitting them on the desk she asked one final question.

"Will you make sure to protect your heart; I don't want to pick up the pieces?"

"Will do, thank you."

Studying the bouquet, Elizabeth found she had a dozen thorn less roses with a single white violet in the center, pulling out the card she could almost hear the tall woman speaking what she was reading.

"I noticed the flower meaning book on your desk look them up, Jake."

Running her hand over the less than neat handwriting she discovered how much she wanted to know the meaning, opening her book she soon found words that would take her breath away.

Red thorn less roses- Love at first sight.

White violet- Let's take a chance.

"Maybe, just maybe, this time will be different."

Wiping her eyes, Elizabeth sat the flowers on the corner of her desk and went back to work a bit more confident then she had been.