"Right, that's tonight folks. Thank you all for joining us and we'll be back next week with an exclusive interview with singer songwriter Andre Harris" Jodie said in front of a camera, I pressed the switch which made the credits roll across the bottom of the screen as the main camera zoomed out before the director yelled cut and the filming process stopped. I worked in the tech department alongside Brad at Seattle's television studios; our wives also both worked here but Carly worked on screen and Sam worked in writing.

"Great work guys, the show looked awesome from where I was; let's hope it looked just as great on TV!" said Josh as he made his way over, Josh was just above us in the Tech Department, making him one below our boss and him very cocky. He always acts like he owns the place and boy do I hate that guy.

"Thanks man; should look just as great!" Brad replied, I know he also hates him just as much.

"So guys what you doing after work? I'm heading to the pub to try get me some ladies!" he exclaimed, sitting down on a spare seat beside Brad both of us still working on shutting down all the equipment; in a hope of getting out of here as quickly as possible.

"Just a quite night in mate!" Brad replied, never letting his eyes leave the screen, I knew what Josh was about to say as well. He always said the same thing once a week about him been single and me and Brad not.

"Oh yeah that's right, you guys can't have the privilege of meeting new lasses every week. God I couldn't handle been married; I can't deal with the whole commitment lark. You can never do anything right and always have to do certain stuff. Man it sounds like the worst!" he rattled on, by now I was past the point of caring about what he said and just ignored him best I could.

"Well everyone's different!" I replied, hoping he'd just leave.

"Yeah you're right; but I mean man I couldn't be you I need to be able to do my own thing and not be tied to one lass. I mean you Fred man, aren't you married to the same chick you were with in High School?" he asked, although he knew the answer.

"Yeah I am; but I wouldn't have it any other way!" I replied; finally finishing up and shutting down my laptop, Brad doing the same beside me. "Well Josh it's been awesome chatting but we got to get back to our wives; see you tomorrow!" I added onto the end; both me and Brad stood from our chairs and pulling on our jackets; heading over to the exit before Josh could start talking about anything else.

"Man I really hate that guy; he's so full of himself and I want to just punch him every time I see him!" Brad stated as soon as we were out of earshot; and I nodded my head in agreement.

"I know; and all that shit he comes on about been better off a single man; please he's only single because no chick is stupid enough to marry him!" I replied as we entered the rather deserted parking lot.

"Exactly, you might as well die happy and loved then sad and lonely!" Brad said as we headed over to the car, pressing the keys to open it.

"Agreed; what's the point in living until your 100 if you don't have anyone to share it with?" I stated, climbing into the drivers side, Brad getting into the passenger side.

"Totally, so doing anything this weekend? Or just staying in with going to the jungle park last weekend!" Brad asked as I pulled put the parking lot and began the journey to Brad's house which I could now do blindfolded if needed.

"I got to drive Joe up to Seattle University on Saturday but that's it really!" I replied, turning on the radio.

"Why's he going there? Isn't it a highly religious university?" Brad asked me

"Yeah but mom wants him to go, I really think she's trying to persuade him to stay here in Seattle; remember when I was 18 and she tried to make me stay in Seattle instead of going to M.I.T" I replied with a small laugh

"Oh yeah I remember; didn't she make you go to all the open day events for every single college and university in Seattle and just outside!" Brad said, letting out a laugh himself.

"Yeah, and I hated every single one of them!" I answered back.

"Man I can't actually believe Joe is going off to University; it seems like only 5 minutes ago your mam was going through the whole adoption process." Brad stated and I nodded in agreement. Right after I turned 18 and started planning my future and colleges mom had sort of gone into a state of depressions; not wanting as she said 'her little boy to grow up' and that was why she got me going to all the college open days even though she knew that from the age of 10 I'd been planning to go to M.I.T. So once she realised how adamant I was on that dream she decided she wanted another baby; with her been slightly older now she was told that Sperm Insemination might not work as successfully as it had with me so she decided with adoption.

Despite mom always saying she would have also liked a daughter, hence why I got stuff like Jewellery Boxes in my youth, she immediately fell in love with Joe. He was 5 at the time and had been in care since he was born after his real mom left him on the doorstep of some care home. Mom signed the adoption papers and everything was cleared and eventually, a few weeks before I started college Joe moved in with us.

I pulled into Brad's driveway of the house he shared with Carly, he bid bye before I headed back home. We only lived round the corner of Carly and Brad, about a 5 minute walk so in the car it took me all of 30 seconds before I was pulling into our driveway; I guessed Sam's car was in the garage so I decided to leave mine on the drive for the night. As usual the front door was open, but the keys were in the lock for me to lock it behind me; when we lived down in Cambridge, we'd left the door unlocked like we always did and we'd only lock it on a night, sometimes not even then. But one time we had a burglary enter the house, luckily no one got hurt and he didn't steal much but ever since then the door was locked at all times except when we knew someone would be coming in.

I locked the door and hung the keys on the key rack, before taking off my coat and hanging that up as well; footsteps could be heard on the wooden flooring and Taylor came running into the hallway.

"Daddy!" she cried excitedly as I opened my arms up for her, she jumped straight into them giving me, what she would think of as a tight hug but aged 4 wasn't really, as I picked her up.

"Hey Tay, Tay, how's your day been?" I asked her as I sat her on my hip and walked towards the living room.

"It's been good, I've played with all my toys and we all watched a movie together us girls when Rachel and Katie got home from school!" Taylor told me; for a 4 year old she was quite a talker

"Wow that sounds fun, what movie did you all watch?" I asked her, sitting down on the sofa and bringing her down on my knee; there was no sign of Sam so I guessed she was either in the kitchen or upstairs sorting out Sophie, the twins were laid across the carpet drawing in there colouring books and there was another book which seemed to be discarded which I guessed to be Taylor's.

"We watched The Little Mermaid and mommy said that if we're good girls tonight that once she's put Sophie to bed we can all watch our new Barbie movie!" Taylor exclaimed excitedly, practically bouncing on my knee.

"That's cool, and were your colouring a pretty picture Taylor?" I asked her pointing towards the discarded colouring book.

"Yeah, it's going to be a pretty fairy!" she told me, a huge smile on her face.

"Well why don't you finish it for daddy while I go get changed from my work clothes!" I said patting her lightly, she nodded her head and jumped up; joining her sisters on the floor as I stood and headed upstairs. Sam walked out of Sophie's room just as I approached the top stair.

"Hey your home, didn't here you come in!" Sam whispered and I knew that meant Sophie was asleep.

"Well I kind of guessed Sophie might have been asleep so I tried to be quite; I'm just going to go get changed into something comfy then we can talk downstairs and not in hushed tones!" I told her and she nodded, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before I headed for the bedroom and she headed downstairs.

Once I'd changed into some jeans and polo I headed back downstairs; I could smell something cooking in the kitchen so immediately headed towards it; Sam was stood by the oven cooking whatever it was I could smell, Taylor and the twins were both sat at the table explaining there images they'd coloured in. I walked over to speak into Sam's ear.

"Need any help?" I asked, I felt her jump slightly indicating she hadn't realised I'd come down.

"Set the table babe!" she said, pecking me on the lips before turning back to the cooking food again.

"Hey, who's going to be good girls and help daddy set the table?" I asked turning round to our daughters. All of them jumped up and began helping me as we placed the mats and cutlery out.

It was half 7 and everything was tidied up, the dishes had been washed, the girls toys had been put away, Sophie had woken up for her feed and gone straight back to sleep once she'd had it. Everything was ready for us all to sit and watch Barbie: Princess Charm School which was the latest movie the girls had begged us to buy them. They all came rushing down the stairs, causing Sam to hush them since Sophie was sleeping and if she woke up then one of us wouldn't be watching the movie.

They all wore Barbie pyjamas; the twins were matching and had bridal Barbie on the front where as Taylor's had mermaid Barbie on the front. I was already sat on the sofa as they all jumped on beside me; Taylor next to me and the twins beside her as Sam put in the DVD, grabbed the remote and sat down on the other end of the sofa, Rachel beside Sam and Katie in the middle as we settled down to watch the movie; moments like this was what I loved the most, relaxing with my family.


A/N: to RightNowI'mBord who was the ONLY review on my last chapter, sorry for taking so long to update but I've been busy and really with you been the only person I think is interested in this story I haven't been inspired to write the next chapter, so depending on the review count for this chapter depends how long till my next update, or if I even update at all. I'm a writer I want my work to be read, J.K Rowling didn't write Harry Potter sequels without getting the people buying the previous one, so I won't write a fanfic without getting reviews. Sorry it just won't happen.