Chapter 7:

Escalation


"Come on, Mar," I started gently, pointing to the dry erase board beside me, my marker tapped it twice as I gestured to the French word: Jaune. "What's this word mean?"

"Yellow." he answered with a confident grin and raised his hands to the ceiling in cheer.

"That's right!" I beamed, walking over to him and giving him a high-five with both hands. "Excellent! You're so good with colors!"

It was Tuesday and as per request from Mr. Wesker, I was going over colors, shapes, and greetings in French with Marlowe. We were upstairs in Mar's Study Room where I would teach him anything extra he needed to learn.

It was a small room with walls covered in motivational posters for children. There was a lengthy but low standing table in the center of the room, beneath it was a fluffy periwinkle colored rug. A small plastic chair was present for him to sit on. These were angled towards the right corner so he faced the dry erase board.

The dry erase board was angled in the right corner beside the room's window. It wasn't very tall either, to my torso to be exact and I would sit on a short stool beside it when I would teach him.

Across from his table and my board, there was a bookcase full of children's literature and coloring books as well as DVD's for Mar's enjoyment. A screen projector was on the ceiling above Mar's desk, it faced the window. Whenever I would display a short video for him to watch, I had to shut the window curtains and screen the movie on them.

The projector was Wi-Fi linked with the computer [on the wall beside my board], and I would insert dvd's into it or have Mar complete some online entertainment/learning programs.

Mar and I would have lots of fun in this room - despite it being for learning. I would complete some fun online games and tutorials with him. He enjoyed math related games while I would encourage him to help me with crossword puzzles. Mar is a pro with spotting things - in fact, he was too good. He could solve a puzzle before I could even find two words. He completed them too easily - thus they bored him a bit.

Mar was quite intelligent for a three year old.

"Can we do some math?" he asked, innocently. "I want a challenge."

"Um, sure." I answered, standing up and stretching. I walked up to the board and erased the French lesson for the day - he'd finished it so if he wanted to do math I wouldn't stop him. "Okay, how about a couple quick-thinking games?"

"Math?"

"Yep." I grinned. "For example, I could ask you..." I tapped my chin with the now capped and closed marker in my hand. "How many planets are in the solar system and you would say..."

"There were nine but Pluto was removed because its size didn't meet the requirements of the other planets, therefore there are actually eight known."

I didn't teach him that... did he learn that in school? My mouth hung open in awe at his expertise.

"However," he continued calmly. "There are many different solar systems and galaxies so the amount of planets, suns and stars could quite possibly be infinite."

I stared at him, blinked twice and then... "Erm, Mar... how do you know that? Did someone teach you?"

He nodded with a grin. "Kinda, Jake told me about Pluto but I put the rest together based on facts."

I was taken aback by the kids' composure and vocabulary. I knew he was smart since I'd begun teaching him weeks ago, but he never ceased to amaze me. He always knew more than I figured a three year old should. Then again, Jake's help was a nice factor for his progress.

"Well, that's wonderful, sweetheart." I said finally. "Um, did you still want to play?" I asked slowly.

"Yep! Come on, I'm ready!" he shouted excitedly.

I smiled. "Okay, how many continents are there?"

"Seven." he answered with a smile.

"Very good! Um, how about - "

"There are 50 stars on the United States flag and 13 stripes."

I guess there is a such thing as baby geniuses after all... I tilted my head to the side at him. "Excellent! But... I wasn't going to ask that - what made you tell me?"

"I thought you were going to ask me that next because you said continents. It was either that or something about countries." he answered with a tiny shrug. "Oh yeah, Puerta Rica may be the 51st state if it ever decides allegiance."

I giggled. "It's Puerto Rico, Mar - but yes, it may if that ever happens - it's up to the future to tell." I frowned a bit in thought, I fancied I would test him a bit further... "Do you know why there are 13 stripes on the flag?"

"Jake said it's because of the original 13 colonies." he explained fiddling in his seat. He was getting restless because he was bored.

I wanted to ask Jake for his help with Marlowe but I figured the time would come when it would be a perfect moment for that. Until then, I had to remain focused on doing my best for him myself.

"That's right! Your big brother taught you well - and it's great that you remembered!" I recalled him forgetting the flower ingredients that Jake had told him. "Did you notice? Your memory is improving beautifully!"

He blushed and hopped off his chair. "I'm bored. I wanna play something now." he told me and raised his arms for me to carry him.

I picked him up and rested his weight on my hip. "Okay, well what do you want to play?"

"I wanna play - " he stopped and looked at the door. I followed his eyes and saw no one there but heard footsteps. "Rebecca's coming." he announced quietly. He had a poker face, I noticed he would do this quite often when he was either explaining or observing something.

"Mrs. Chambers?" I wondered aloud and just as I did, she entered the room with a smile.

How did he know it was her coming?

"Sherry," she greeted me with a smile and small wave. "Albert's looking for you downstairs – it sounded important."

I glanced back and forth between her and Marlowe. She waved excitedly to him and gave him a big grin, whispering Hi's and Hey sweetheart's. He grinned and waved back.

Maybe I could leave him with her while I go check.

"Alright," I breathed. "Um, you mind looking after him for a moment?"

She grinned and took him eagerly. "Not a problem!" she hugged him tightly and kissed his hair. "Come on, Marlowe, let's go to the play room and stack some blocks."

"No." he pouted. "I wanna play space man!"

She looked at me, eyes wide and I giggled. "I'll be back, just stall him for a bit, okay?" she nodded.

I pinched his cheek quickly and exited the room. When I arrived to the stairs, I noticed Mr. Wesker was standing at the bottom waiting for me. I waved slowly - bashfully to him, I was a bit fearful he may have been angry with me.

"Mr. Wesker," I greeted coyly as I stood before him.

"Miss Birkin, I have a few tasks for you." he stated simply. "I will be having guests in exactly two hours. We will be discussing some important matters - if there are any calls for me, you are to take their information and I will return the calls at a later time."

I nodded. "Yes, sir. Do you need me to tidy up anything again?" I asked timidly. I had already cleaned the entire front room area as well as the kitchen, dining room, and living area.

"You've done enough of that this morning." he dismissed. "However, I do expect you and Marlowe to be dressed appropriately." I blushed, I was dressed in a long sleeve blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants - definitely not desirable attire in his opinion.

"Of course, sir - shall I alert Jake?"

He nodded solemnly. "Give him the same news. Also, prepare some refreshments." he looked to his watch. "You have 118 minutes now - I suggest you get started." with that, he turned away and walked towards his study.


I knocked on the basement door for the third time in a row. Mar was in my arms and he wasn't the lightest kid so this wasn't easy. After still hearing nothing, I kicked it this time, careful not to mess up the door. Finally, the door opened and Jake emerged, a towel around his neck and sweat glistening down his chest and forehead.

I shivered. Marlowe's here - Mar's here - keep it together Sherry!

"Jake!" Marlowe greeted happily and slipped from my arms to hug his brother's leg. Jake looked down to him with a grin and Mar scrunched up his face in disgust. "Ew! You're all sweaty!"

He looks damn good too.

Jake laughed and ruffled Mar's blonde hair. "I was in the gym - sorry." he looked at me and smirked. "Hey there, Supergirl."

"...Hi." I breathed out and took a deep breath. I had to calm down, I was embarrassing myself. "Um, sorry - were you busy, Jake?"

"Just doing a little afternoon workout - what's up?" he dried the sweat off himself and I was disappointed. "You wanna hang or something?"

I blushed. "Too busy," I said and took Mar by the hand before he sneak past Jake and break for the basement stairs. "You could use a shower." I teased and poked his chest. "Your father has guests coming in about an hour, he wants you to look presentable."

He frowned and I flinched. "I don't want to meet those tight asses - why should I?"

I smacked his chest gently and gestured to Mar [he was looking up at the both of us curiously]. "Language - and Jake please, I'm sure they won't be here long and then you can go back to your workout." I pleaded softly.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying hello, then I'm out."

I smiled. "Thank you, Jake. I'm gonna go change Mar and freshen up a bit myself. See you in a bit." I rubbed his shoulder gently and hid my blush by turning to leave.

"By Jake!" Marlowe said cutely and walked beside me, hand hooked in mine.

"See ya kiddo - by the way... Supergirl?" I stopped moving to listen to him. "You gonna wear a skirt?" he asked and I looked back at him with my brow raised. He chuckled darkly, folded his arms across his muscular chest. "You know why."

I gasped, my face heating up. "Jake!" I said disbelievingly, picked up Mar and left the room swiftly.

I heard him laughing loudly and regretted considering actually wearing a skirt for him.

Stupid Jake!


I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I had just finished up making a couple plates of deviled eggs and setting them in the freezer for cooling. Marlowe was in his high chair [ I had moved it into the kitchen so I could watch him], watching interested as I finished up.

"I want one." he stated quietly.

I smiled at him - he looked so cute. I had dressed him in a forest green sweater vest to go on top of a long sleeve white polo shirt, on his bottom he wore a pair of black slacks.

I didn't want him to get dirty by feeding him anything after I dressed him - besides, I'd given him a snack earlier [tuna and crackers - his favorite], before I dressed him. I didn't want to have to change him, not after I had managed to make us match.

I kissed his cheek and smiled. "You're not even hungry, Mar." he frowned and I laughed. "Tell you what, if you remember to be on your best behavior while your daddy's friends are here - I'll see what I can do."

He nodded happily and I helped him out of the high chair. It was time to go meet the guests and I was nervous - for Mar's sake and my own.

I wore the same colors as he did though I wore a fitted dress. It was made of some sort of thin stretchy sweater material - long sleeved and had a turtle-neck. It was mostly black but it had the same color of green as his vest did in the designs on it. The dress wasn't short but it did show a great amount of my legs and it hugged my curves very nicely. I wanted to look as much like a lady as possible to not upset Mr. Wesker.

And also to impress Jake but I would never admit that to him.

To make sure I didn't look inappropriate, I asked Mrs. Chambers to look me over first and she told me I looked gorgeous. She and I both agreed that it couldn't hurt to put on a pair of sheer black stockings over my legs - so I did. To finish off the look, I put on a pair of short heel black boots that reached my calves and tied in the front.

I brushed my hair down as best as I could - which resulted in me brushing my bangs away from my face and pulling them into clips on either side of my face.

I thought I looked pretty. I hoped I looked decent enough for the guests.


When I walked out into the front area, the first thing I noticed was that there were only two guests present - both taking turns shaking Mr. Wesker's hand.

A male and female, the male was tall, though not as tall as Mr. Wesker. He was an older man, with brown hair, a goatee and his eyes were quite scary. The female was also tall, though not as tall the male. She was beautiful with smoky eyes, glossy black hair and rounded curves. She was dressed rather revealing for the autumn weather and I felt more at ease with my own attire because of it.

As I approached, they all eyed me and my nerves kicked in. Marlowe held my hand tightly as we closed in and I squeezed his to give him some comfort. I smiled at them as sweetly as I could, hoping they would all stop making me shake.

They're all so intimidating...

I felt relief wash over me when Mr. Wesker smiled to us. "Ah, Miss Birkin, just in time."

I blushed and gave Marlowe's hand to him. Mr. Wesker picked him up with one arm and held him effortlessly. "Derek, Excella - this is my youngest son, Marlowe."

"Hey there, little guy." the woman [Excella] greeted Mar silkily. She had a heavy accent I couldn't place.

Marlowe was being shy and hid in his father's chest - so cute. Mr. Wesker shook his head. "Marlowe, be courteous to my guests - you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

Mar shook his head and pulled away. "Hi..." he mumbled to her meekly. Ms. Excella chuckled in response.

"Cute." [Derek] stated, his eyes traveled to me and I blushed. "Wow, what a beauty. What's your name, kitten?" his voice was so deep but raspy and I hated his eyes – he was so creepy.

I looked at Mr. Wesker and he shot me a hard look behind his glasses. "Um, my name's Sherry Birkin." I fidgeted where I stood. "I'm Marlowe's Nanny as well as the housekeeper."

"Miss Birkin, these are my guests, Excella Gionne and Derek C. Simmons." Mr. Wesker announced, putting emphasis on the 'C' for some reason.

I nodded to them each. "It's nice to meet you both - please, if you need anything do not hesitate to let me know." I smiled, I was doing pretty well.

"Ah, so she's the mistress to the manor." Ms. Excella observed me skeptically and I bit my lip. "She is quite cute. Perfect for your son, I suppose."

Yes. Yes I am.

I blushed. "Um, Jake's my boss as well, ma'am. I could never try and compromise that." This was a fact, even though I wanted him more than I should have.

Mr. Simmons chuckled lightly. "She's more than cute, Excella - she's a slice of heaven." he looked me up and down and it made me very uncomfortable. I could handle Jake doing that - but definitely not this creep.

"Derek, I'd appreciate it if you didn't eye Miss Birkin like food." I wanted to hug Mr. Wesker. "She is my son's caretaker - not a whore."

"What's a whore daddy?" I almost burst into a fit of laughter at Mr. Wesker's expression to Mar's question.

"You'll know when you're older." Mr. Simmons said and turned towards me again - his eyes widened and I faced the floor, fearful he was still going to be aggressive.

"Jake!" I jumped a little when Marlowe beamed his brother's name in my direction. I turned around and saw Jake approaching.

To say my jaw dropped would be an understatement.

He wore light blue button down shirt and black slacks. The top three buttons on his shirt weren't fastened and his sleeves were folded up to his elbows. On his right wrist he had a very stylish silver watch.

I could smell that deliciously spicy cologne of his before he got near me. My legs felt weak and I almost sighed amorously but held it in.

"Ah, my son - you remember Excella, Derek." Mr. Wesker smiled to Jake and I found it odd. It was almost as if he was proud to have him as a son - I felt touched by this display of family love.

Jake raised a brow at Ms. Excella. "You…Oh yeah, you're the evil chick who tried to get me to set me up with that bitch."

You and your women, Jake Wesker…

Ms. Excella smirked. "She was not. You just couldn't handle her."

"Oh, I could - but I've got a type and she definitely wasn't it."

I stood quietly, listening to this discussion and felt nervous again. I hoped they were joking, we really couldn't afford any type of disorder or fighting. Feeling something touch my leg, I looked down and saw Mar looking up to me, worried. His concern brought a smile to my face and I took his hand - giving it a squeeze. He grinned brightly and spread his arms - he wanted a hug and I crouched down to give him one.

"Isn't that cute." Mr. Simmons spoke over Jake and Ms. Excella's bickering. They both stopped and then observed Mar and I. "You two stressed out the kitten with your arguing and little Marlowe went to comfort her."

I smiled and stood up, taking Mar's hand. I always have you - don't I teddy bear?

I saw a fire come to Jake's eyes as he observed Mr. Simmons. He looked ready to murder him. I wondered why but said nothing.

Mr. Simmons smirked. "What's the matter, Jake? You don't have any manners – don't you know how to be respectful to your father's guests?"

Jake snarled and I approached him. "Jake... are you okay?" I whispered, I glanced to Mr. Wesker, hoping for help.

Mr. Wesker eyed me for a moment and then Jake. "Jake, settle down. Excella, Derek - please have a seat."

He gestured to the couches nearby and everyone went to sit, except myself and Mar. I was relieved Jake wasn't acting out against his father, he seemed like he wanted to though - sending him glares whenever their gaze met.

Ms. Excella sat next to Mr. Wesker - very closely I might add. I didn't want to stare too long but I found this odd, the man was married so what was she doing? Much to my surprise, Mr. Simmons sat beside Jake [this obviously pissed him off too] and despite Mr. Wesker's request for him to stop gawking at me, he continued.

"I... I'll go get some snacks." I said. "I hope everyone here is okay with deviled eggs?"

Mr. Wesker smiled to me. "That is an excellent choice, Miss Birkin." Mr. Simmons and Ms. Excella nodded in approval, Jake said nothing - he didn't even look at me.

Must be more uncomfortable with this than I imagined.

I smiled and turned away, bringing Mar with me. We made our way into the kitchen and I could hear a discussion still going on but couldn't make out the subject. Mar trotted alongside me quietly, just looking around, chewing on his shirt.

I was honored he felt safe with me. We shared a very tight bond.

Opening the freezer, I was relieved the eggs had chilled but weren't frozen over. I knew if I had stuck them in the refrigerator they wouldn't have cooled enough and I was sure no one liked them hot. I took out the two large circular platters and sat them on the kitchen counter.

"I want one, Nanny Bear!" Marlowe whined, sticking out his bottom lip.

I smiled to him wearily. "Okay, okay - patience sweetheart."

I picked up the two platters and had one in each hand, open palmed under the bottom to keep them balanced. I had decorated the plates with the eggs in the center, surrounded by small bite sandwiches and some fruits. I thought my decors were always cute. I would always make hearts or smiley faces for Mar's foods, but Mr. Wesker's I kept organized. I wanted my present to the guests to be orderly as well as pleasing to the eye.

As I approached, all eyes were on me. I arrived to the coffee table and sat each platter down slowly and carefully. I smiled the entire time - doing my best to be on my A-game to prove to Mr. Wesker I loved my job, truly loved it.

"Here you are," I chimed. "I hope you enjoy - oh, would anyone like something to drink? I can make tea." I was in Britain - surely tea was more than just appropriate.

"This is quite impressive, kitten." Mr. Simmons breathed. "It looks delightful. Albert, where did you find this heavenly nymph?"

I blushed and giggled awkwardly, I was really ready to tell this creep to go to hell but I would keep calm – for everyone else's sake. Mr. Wesker sent me an approving nod. "Marlowe found her." he said simply. "He knew the moment he met her that she was to be his caregiver."

"Brilliant child." he gave Marlowe a smile and the little guy shifted closer to me as a result, obviously he didn't like this guy either.

Don't worry Mar, if he makes you cry, I'll kick him in his chin.

Jake quietly observed the food I'd laid out, he looked quite upset - the time around his father must have really been getting to him. I was starting to feel guilty - if I hadn't mentioned him to Mr. Wesker, maybe he wouldn't have had to attend.

Ms. Excella eyed the snacks for moment, frowned a bit and then reached for an egg. Her eyes lit up as she tasted it. "My, my Albert, the little mistress is very talented - you simply must taste one."

I held my breath as everyone reached then and took a bite.

"Albert, I'm serious now," Mr. Simmons started. "Let me take her off your hands, she's just too perfect for words."

"No, her cooking is privilege for my family - right Jake?" Mr. Wesker spoke firmly.

Jake ignored him and swallowed another egg whole, then another, and another. We all laughed - except Mr. Wesker of course [who was as usual, emotionally controlled and more like a robot than a human being]. The other non-laugher was Mar who was too busy trying to get his little fingers on an egg. I almost gave him one but Jake beat me to the punch.

I was ecstatic that they enjoyed my cooking - it was very satisfying to see Ms. Excella and Mr. Simmons [even Mr. Wesker] pleasantly tasting the food. I was very much used to Jake and Marlowe destroying the meals I prepared, so their caveman mannerisms didn't surprise me. However, this was my first time preparing food for guests and I was beyond pleased at their reactions to the food.

I figured I would go get them some tea then and made a leave for the kitchen once more.

"Excuse me, sweetheart," Mr. Simmons called to me. "Do you have any siblings? Preferably sisters that are as capable as you are?"

I felt extremely uncomfortable with his choice of words. I shook my head. "No I - "

"Back off, Simmons." Jake snapped. "She's obviously not okay with your disgusting attempts to woo her. Now, do us all a goddamn favor and leave her alone." his eyes narrowed as he spoke.

Thanks Jake - I appreciate it. I smiled to him, discreetly mouthing a thank you.

Before Mr. Simmons could respond to him, Mr. Wesker intervened. "Yes, Derek - by all means, you and Excella have arrived to discuss business with my son and I, let's remain focused. Miss Birkin, prepare some tea - Marlowe, will you be going with Miss Birkin or staying here?"

Marlowe grasped the end of my dress. "I wanna stay with Nanny Bear."

I nodded to my solemn boss and made my leave once more, retreating to the kitchen to prepare some tea, Marlowe trailing behind as he promised, chewing on his shirt sleeve - a habit of his I was starting to notice.


The tea pot whistled loudly on the stove as I retrieved four tea cups from the upper cabinets. I set them on the counter and turned the stove off. I filled the cups carefully and sat them onto matching saucers.

"Mar?" I called out. "What are you doing?"

"Looking out the window." he answered, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him at the glass in the dining area.

I sat the cups onto another circular platter and picked it up. "Come on, I've got to bring this to everyone."

He walked up to the edge of the counter and looked up at me with big eyes. "Jake's upset."

I blinked at him a few times, confused. "Do you know why?"

He shook his head. "But I think it's because he doesn't want that guy looking at you." he started prancing around me - making me nervous because I had hot tea in my hands. "I don't like him messing with you either."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because he makes you sad," he stated.

True, Mr. Simmons made me uncomfortable, but I was willing to deal with it for a while longer. Surely he wouldn't be around for too much more.

"I'm sorry, Mar... I don't want to be such a jitter bug. Really, I don't." I sighed. "I want to stay calm and keep my smile but Mr. Simmons just makes me nervous. I'll try to keep my composure for now on - instead of so jumpy."

I glanced at the little blonde genius and he held that pensive mask like when he explained the planets to me. That behavior was starting to unnerve me - I wasn't so sure if it was 'normal' or not for a 3 year old - but I was well aware that no child was technically 'normal'. I would just have to brush it off and worry about it another time.

He grinned suddenly. "I love your smile, Bear." this glow was only for a moment as that soberness returned. "I don't like seeing you upset, Bear - and Jake doesn't either."

Something's definitely odd about him. He's very intelligent, very empathetic to realize that Jake and I are upset but it could very much be that he's so close to us that he understands to a greater degree than the average person.

Then again, there's his awareness of Mrs. Chambers before she even entered the room...

I'll talk to Claire about it. Maybe she can help me out with my concerns.

For the time being, I would put it aside and give everyone in the front their tea before it got cold.


I sat the tea on the table and smiled cheekily to everyone. Mr. Wesker nodded accordingly towards me, Ms. Excella gave me a grin and shifted closer to Mr. Wesker [who still seemed very unaware of her proximity], Mr. Simmons winked at me and Jake leaned back on the couch, folding his arms across his chest - he didn't even acknowledge me.

"Um, Mar and I will go now. If you need anything please call!" I smiled sheepishly and took Mar's hand as we jogged towards my room. "Come on, sweetheart - we'll go watch some cartoons and let the adults finish talking."

"Jake's really mad." I heard Mar say when we entered my room.

I nodded and sighed helplessly. I just hope Jake won't explode in rage...

An hour and a half of cartoons later, Mar and I lay on my bed. Marlowe had become quite irritable a while ago so I put him to sleep on the bed beside me. To keep myself busy, I'd begun texting Piers about just about everything.

The skies outside began to darken and I realized it was closing in on 15:00. With autumn in full now, it got dark pretty fast now. I fancied I would pay Mrs. Stephanie a little visit before starting dinner, while I was at it, I would check on the guests and see how they were doing.

Just as I crawled out of the bed, Marlowe woke up.

"Hi, sweetheart," I greeted him. "Sleep well?"

"Jake…" he mumbled softly.

"What?"

"Jake!" I heard Ms. Excella cry out.

I barely registered what was going on before I saw Mar run out of the room. I raced after him to see Jake and Mr. Simmons having a staring contest as Jake hovered over him where he sat. I saw that feral countenance return to Jake's eyes like when he fought underground.

"Jake, what's going on?" I asked, fearfully. I caught sight of Marlowe then, he was childishly reaching for the last egg on the table despite the tension around him. Forever hungry - he was.

"Her name is Sherry." Jake growled ignoring my question - his fierce gaze was solely on Mr. Simmons and everyone in the room watched silently. "No one told you to start nicknaming her, shit for brains."

"Nicknaming?" I wondered. Who's nicknaming me? Mr. Simmons?

"Now, now Jake." Mr. Wesker spoke and I hoped he would be able to ease the heated tension in the room.

"Stay out of this old man!" he roared, his eyes never leaving Mr. Simmons'. "She's not working at some fucking brothel, Simmons - so stop fucking calling her a kitten!"

Not that I like it but what's wrong with calling me kitten? I bit my bottom lip nervously as I looked from Ms. Excella's amused expression to Mr. Wesker as he calmly came around the table to retrieve Marlowe. He lifted him gently from the table and ushered him towards me.

"What's your problem, Jake?" Mr. Simmons challenged, smoothly - a smirk on his face. "Just because she works for you doesn't mean you control her love life. Who says I can't flirt with her? Who says I can't hire her to - "

Jake snatched him up by his collar then and pushed him backwards - I gasped, grabbing Marlowe out of the way and into my arms as the older male stumbled ineptly to the floor in front of me.

"Jake! Stop it!" I cried out moving towards the front door - out of the way of the two men.

"Don't try me, asshole!" Jake threatened the man, ignoring me entirely. Mr. Simmons stood up slowly, dusting himself off. I could see the anger radiating off of him but he remained calm - most likely to further upset Jake.

"Jake, settle down this instant." Mr. Wesker demanded, moving towards him. "There are women in the room - show some respect - chivalry."

"I am!" Jake shouted. "But I'm not about to sit here listening to this fucker talk about her like she's some goddamn floozy! Bastard even has the nerve to sit right in front us and eye rape her!" he was trembling in rage now. He looked like a ferocious beast ready to tear Mr. Simmons to shreds.

Mr. Simmons straightened up his shirt and tie then brushed off his suit. "Wesker - it seems your son is - as always, an undignified and violent little boy as always."

Jake almost lunged at him but Mr. Wesker blocked his advance. "Get out of the way! I'll fucking kill him!"

Jake please... don't do this...

"Jake, settle down - "

"Save it!" he snarled at his father. "Talking about Sherry like that. I don't like that shit. I fight people for that shit." he spat, threateningly.

He must have been talking about his fighting the guy Helena's sister dated. He was defending my honor like he'd done for her. Typical Jake, standing up for girls – he really was a gentleman but a wolf when provoked.

He's a dream...

But this shouldn't be happening in front of Mar... he doesn't need to see this or hear Jake's foul mouth...

"Jake." all eyes went to Marlowe. His face was sober as before while he nibbled calmly on a deviled egg. "You're upsetting Nanny Bear. You should stop." While he ate, his eyes never once left his snack.

The room was completely silent. I glanced around, everyone seemed to be waiting for Jake to relax. It took him a moment but finally he released a frustrated sigh. Jake remained quiet until he looked at me and Mar.

"Sorry little guy." Jake said, penitently.

"I'm fine, Jake - but Bear's not." he said as he looked up at me finally. He was cute as a button with his mouth covered by bits of egg, his eyes were big and concerned. His method of speaking was so robotic - it was just foreign. "Are you okay, Bear?"

I just noticed my face was wet from the tears streaming down my face. I had no idea I was crying. "Y-Yes..." I whimpered, wiping my tears away.

I was so confused by everything. Marlowe's behavior, Jake's rage, Mr. Simmons's constant flirting, Mr. Wesker's almost indifference to everything and Ms. Excella's amusement by the whole scene. It was all just so novel to me.

Most upsetting to me was that I couldn't understand why Marlowe could act like a child one moment, the next he was different. Worse of all, I felt I was the only one who thought it was strange.

"Thank you, Jake - Marlowe." Mr. Wesker finally spoke. "Excella, Derek - I believe we've covered some of the matters that were necessary for now, perhaps you would be comfortable leaving now, my family and I have some things to discuss." his tone darkened as he mentioned the family. He gestured to the front door.

Ms. Excella and Mr. Simmons followed him to the door and exited one by one. I surely didn't miss Ms. Excella wink at him. If he returned it, I wasn't sure.

For a moment it was entirely silent in the house. I stood with Mar in my arms. I was beyond nervous for Mr. Wesker's wrath. Jake had sat down on the couch, he was slouched over, his elbows on his knees as he faced the floor.

"Miss Birkin..." he started and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"S-Sir...?" I tightened my hold on Mar unintentionally but he didn't complain.

"Take Marlowe and go into the kitchen. I have to have a talk with my oldest son." his focus shifted to Jake who said nothing in return, nor did he move. "After I finish talking to him, I expect Marlowe to come out here as well."

"Yes, of course, sir." I whispered quietly and hurriedly exited the room with Marlowe in my arms.


"I gotta go see my daddy, Bear, okay?" Marlowe spoke calmly to me. He patted my leg twice. I nodded quietly, I was leaning over the sink resting my heated face on the counter top. Cool things always soothed me when I was feeling antsy.

I heard his tiny footsteps leave the kitchen and I sighed, woefully. I just didn't understand why Jake had to get heated so easily. I asked him to do his best and be good for his father's guests and yet his rage emerged - and all because of some guy hitting on me.

He's jealous.

No way, Jake and I are friends. He was just defending my honor - even though I didn't need him to.

"Supergirl..."

Jake startled me but I didn't lift my head. Why didn't I hear him enter? I was tired. I felt that if I did lift my head the room would start spinning and I would collapse.

I wasn't angry with Jake, but I was disappointed. I told myself I would accept him for who he was because I hoped he would do the same for me. That said - his behavior wasn't acceptable. I needed to tell him that his actions - his temper caused distress among the people around him. He needed to be more conscious of Marlowe and his needs. His mouth was very filthy and needed cleaning.

But is now a good time? No... I need to tell him the truth when he's willing to listen - like he told me before. Besides, maybe that's what Mr. Wesker wanted to tell him...

"Supergirl?" I didn't lift my head, I just listened to him. "You okay?"

I shook my head. No, I was nowhere near okay. I was looking forward to impressing everyone and all I really wanted was peace - not jealousy induced chaos.

If jealousy was even a contributing factor.

This wasn't about me, I knew that because this was about Mr. Wesker's company that was treated very much unacceptable. But I blamed myself because I felt like it was my fault. I felt I didn't dress as conservative as necessary - maybe my clothes made me come across as a whore to Mr. Simmons.

If that were the case, if I had dressed differently, he wouldn't have flirted so much and maybe then Jake wouldn't have had to react the way he did.

I felt his hands on my hips and I shivered unwillingly. "I'm sorry - I just hated that asshole doing that to you."

"Doing what to me, Jake? Flirting?" I asked shakily. "You flirt with me - why is he so wrong?"

"Are you saying you liked it?" he snarled and his grip tightening, he was right behind me, not pressing against me but I was sure he wanted to but he held back.

"No..." I whined. "God, he was awful, in fact he made my skin crawl - but I didn't care because he was your father's guest. I didn't want to make a scene."

He didn't say anything so I continued. "I wanted to impress everyone today. I wanted to show my abilities. I just would have liked a nice peaceful day. It would have been wonderful - especially after all the mess we've been through these past few days."

"I know that... and I'm sorry." he spoke softly. "I just... I couldn't sit there like that, knowing what he was implying - knowing what he wants. The fact that my little brother was in the room while he did it pissed me off even more."

"...You heard what Mar asked your father, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did." he answered harshly. "My father picked a terrible word but I... guess I forgive him for at least sticking up for you - you're not a whore, Supergirl. You're a lady, a woman - an amazing entity that deserves respect."

I was honored. Thank you, Jake - you're always here to rescue me. "But Jake, you have a foul mouth yourself mister. And you called that girl a..."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know, I'll have to work on that..." his right hand moved and now traced my spine, giving me shivers. "But that bitch was an actual dog."

I never felt so silly in my entire life. "A dog?"

"Exactly, a damn poodle. A manly guy like me - with a poodle? No thanks. I like them strong and not so fancy, ya know?"

I nodded. "That makes sense..." I sighed loudly, frustrated with myself. "I put a lot of thought into everything - for two hours' notice, I mean. I wanted to show I'm capable. It just feels like this is my fault."

"What? Why?"

"Because of my clothes." I answered. "Maybe if I had dressed differently he wouldn't have flirted with me - "

"Shut up." I gasped as his grip tightened. "You don't look like a slut. So don't start telling yourself that. You look... lovely." the softness in his voice made me swoon. "That piece of shit is always looking for a girl to put his filthy hands on. Fucking scum of the earth – you have no idea just how awful he really is."

Just how bad, Jake?

"Besides, you don't have to work so hard, Supergirl." now my backside was pressed against his front and I choked a whimper. "You saw how impressed they were. They loved everything about you - even the evil chick did."

I sniffed and a giggle escaped me. "Her name is Excella, Jake."

"Whatever, Supergirl, listen to me - you're pretty awesome."

I turned my head so that I could look at him, but I kept leaned over [for his pleasure, not mine - at least that's what I would tell myself]. "Really - you really think I did well today?"

He smirked and leaned over, pressing harder against me. I liked it, he just felt wonderful whenever he was close to me. "You always impress me, sweet girl - and I'll be damned if some asshole is going to try and have his way with you while I'm around." his lips closed in on my ear and I blushed hotly.

"You look so lovely today..." he breathed, pushing me against the counter entirely, I stood straight now. His muscular arms wrapped around me tightly and I felt myself begin to melt. "You're too wonderful for that creep."

"Jake..." I whimpered. I don't want this to end. Please just hold me for a while longer. He was being sweet – instead of grinding against my backside like he could have, he wanted to hold me – comfort me. He was nothing like that Simmons creep. He cared about me and saw me as more than just a sex object.

If only you and I could really get closer…

"I'm sorry for making you - "

"Don't worry, Supergirl, it's okay. I'll do anything for you - and Marlowe."

You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear you say that. I smiled warmly and leaned my head back against his chest, my eyes slowly closed. He smelled so good and his body was so warm, the feeling of him was just so intoxicating.

"Sherry?"

"Hm?" I liked the sound of my name coming from him.

"I think you're gonna be in charge of my dad's Halloween party coming up."


"No way!" Claire beamed with a squeal. "That sounds like so much fun - I'd love to help!"

"I'd love to help you two out." Sheva said, taking another sip of her coffee. The whip crème on top got on her upper lip and she licked it off with a giggle.

"I wonder what Carlos would think if he saw you do that?" Claire teased her and Sheva smacked both of our arms as we laughed at her.

"Sorry, Sheva but you have to admit - that was a pretty good crack!" I choked out. She rolled her pretty eyes and looked out the window beside her. "Oh, but thanks so much you two. I think it will be pretty fun to come up with some fun foods and treats for the party."

"Definitely," Claire took a bite from her coffee cake and then a sip of her black coffee. She worked in offices a lot during her life so she was used to just adding a little sugar and drinking it without creamers. "We could buy some of those holiday shapes for cooking, buy some candy - "

"Buy some holiday crockery, too." I added, she nodded to me with enthusiasm.

I was so excited that Jake was right. Mr. Wesker was very pleased with my services that he asked me to make preparations for his upcoming Halloween gathering [as he called it - we all know it's called a party]. I was mostly responsible for the food and drinks but I wanted Claire's help because...

I was also going to be serving alcoholic beverages and I had never drank alcohol a day in my life.

I originally called just Claire but Sheva had called me afterwards by coincidence and said she wanted to spend some time together - I just couldn't say no to one of my favorite girls.

So, that Thursday, after dropping off Marlowe at school, I met Claire and Sheva at a café that was a bus trip away from the Wesker home. It was a small place with big glass windows, friendly service and moderate amounts of customers.

We planned to have some coffee and just chat for a bit because none of us could be out for too long. I had to pick up Marlowe at 14:00, Sheva had a date with Carlos around that time, and Claire had a meeting with some of her co-workers at TerraSave at 13:00.

"How about costumes?" Sheva asked. "Should we try to go for a theme here?"

I shook my head, taking a sip from my coffee [I had the same kind as Sheva but I put a straw in mine]. "My boss already asked my clothes size for that very reason."

Claire twitched. "Your clothes size? Creepy!"

"He's going to be buying my costume along with his sons!" I retorted with a laugh. "I didn't question his motives - but I do wish I'd had the chance to go costume shopping with Marlowe, I promised him we would so I don't know how to break it to him."

"Just explain that there was a change of action and that it was out of your control." Claire explained. "He may be upset for a while but as long as you can keep most of your other promises, I'm sure he'll forgive you."

"I sure hope so." I sighed.

"So," Sheva started with a grin. "Two sons, eh? Is the other boy close to your age?"

Claire and I looked at each other. Sheva still didn't know I worked for Jake and I honestly wasn't sure if he wanted her to. I felt bad keeping the secret from her. I wanted Sheva to stop by the house too but I wouldn't be able to do that unless I asked Jake first.

"Well, um - he's a few years younger than I am," I explained, stirring my coffee with the straw. "We get along pretty well," Make that very well with how close we can get. "- But at the end of the day, he's my boss too so I try my hardest to keep that in mind."

"Sounds kinky." she giggled.

I blushed and Claire intercepted. "How's that coming along? Is he softening up to you yet or still kind of mean?"

"Much nicer now, we had a misunderstanding that last time but now we're working things out and trying to get used to each other. We're just so different that it isn't easy a lot of the time. He's easily angered and that's the one thing I wish he could work on - other than that, he's very fun to hang around."

Claire shot me a sneaky look and I knew what she was going to imply. "So... has he asked for favors from you yet?"

Sheva laughed. "If you offer the goods he'll surely take your services, Nanny Sherry."

"Stop it you two!" I flushed, embarrassed.

Our conversation switched from me to Claire as she talked about her and Steve hanging out more. I was shocked when she shared with us that she and Steve were thinking about taking a more serious step in their relationship. Claire told us that she was tired of dating guys that were so boring and lackluster - she found Steve to bring her excitement and what I thought was sweet was that she mentioned how much she appreciated his acceptance of who she was before and who she is now.

Steve seemed like a really cool type of guy. I liked how he was able to meet Claire on her level - I didn't know everything about their relationship but they seemed so comfortable and happy when together. I recalled how they stuck together throughout everything that happened the night of the underground fighting and police chase. They seemed like a nice fit.

Sheva also shared that she and Carlos were finally talking on a romantic level. They had known each other for almost six months and were close friends but she always felt attracted to him. Like Claire, Sheva loved that Carlos wasn't bothered by her former life of gang violence, he found her interesting because of it.

Carlos was a fun person - he and Sheva were similar. Carlos liked to make people laugh and Sheva was sweet enough to comfort me and stick by me while I was nervous. I imagined they would keep each other happy through everything.

So what about Jake and myself? I believed we fit very well and complimented each other but I really wasn't too sure why I bothered with the idea. I worked for his family. I could never disrespect the family by encouraging a relationship with him - and definitely not become intimate.

But gosh, I really wanted to. I wanted to be close to him and be his girl. He brought excitement to my life and while we had a rocky start, he was quite accepting of me. He held me when I was upset, he always came to my rescue and he actually did care about the people in his life behind that intimidating countenance.

I couldn't deny the fact that I was very fond of him. I just wanted to be with him…

I thought about him and Marlowe's reactions to my distress and then felt the need to ask Claire about something that had been bugging me for a while.

"Um, Claire?" she gave me her complete attention. "Is it normal for a 3 year old to sometimes come off as... detached?"

She blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Like, have moments when they are really cute, childish, normal - then the next minute they can be... different."

"Well, give me an example, Sherry. You're being too vague."

"Whenever I'm upset, he's upset."

"That's normal." she said. "They're quite sensitive to the needs of others around them."

That's a relief. "Okay, well - he's really, really smart. Like super smart. He knew all the details of why Pluto's no longer a planet... but then again, his brother told him that..."

"No child is 'normal', Sherry. There's no such thing. Sure, you might have a little genius on your hands but be happy about that." she smiled, "It's got to be exciting to have a child that's wise beyond his years - just like any other person. He'll prosper and you'll be honored to even known him."

I nodded with a ghost of a smile. Maybe I am looking into this too much. "You're probably right." I glanced at my watch and noticed it was closing in on the time for Claire's meeting. "Um, Claire?"

Her eyes widened and she glanced at her watch and jumped up, almost spilling her coffee. "Shit, shit, shit! I've gotta go!" she grabbed all of her things and shouted for the waitress to bring her tab.

"I'd better get going too." Sheva said, gathering her things as well. "Have to get home and freshen up for Carlos." she grinned.

"Alright ladies," I started, following their example. "I'll give you both a call this weekend sometime and we can meet up at someone's house for some food and drink preps."

"My place is fine." Claire stated, leaving a tip on the table. "Well, gotta go!" she hugged us both. "Love you girls, be careful and I'll call you later."

"Love you too." Sheva and I chorused.

We each paid for our coffee and snacks. I bid the two ladies some farewells but I didn't leave yet. I wanted a carry-out box for my cheesecake and chocolate chip cookies.

I left out the cafe a few moments after Sheva and Claire did. I had my warm coffee in my right hand, my small bag with my sweets in the left. I walked out into the cold air and made my way to the bus stop. I didn't have anywhere else to go before I picked up Mar so I figured I would return to the house and just relax for a while.

"Sherry!" I turned swiftly and saw Piers, Helena and the man of my dreams - Jake.

I was so happy to see them.

Piers encased me in a powerful hug and I laughed, trying my best not to spill my coffee on him. "Sherry! How are you?" he asked cheerfully.

"I'm great, how are you?" He grinned and I knew he was fine. "Where are you three heading?"

"Nowhere in particular, we're just out getting some fresh air for now." Piers answered, wrapping his arm around Helena. She winked at me and I returned it, playfully.

"We just came from this Italian restaurant," said Jake as he came up and stole my coffee from me. I watched helplessly as he drank it all. "What were you up to, Supergirl?"

"I just came from getting some coffee with Claire and Sheva. I wanted the rest of my coffee too you bully!" I whined, smacking his arm lightly. "And what's with you mister? You don't like my cooking so you eat elsewhere now?"

"Hah!" all three mocked and I giggled.

"The food was awful." Jake said, taking my bag of sweets and I fought him weakly to get them back. "Stop - you need to learn to share."

Piers laughed at me when my jaw dropped. "Jake, you know women don't share sweets!"

Jake chuckled a bit and pinched my cheek, further annoying me. "My homemade coffee is better. I'll make you some when we get back, alright?"

"Sure, I'd love that." I said and poked his side. I didn't know how his coffee tasted but I was curious now.

Helena shook her head at everyone's antics and I didn't blame her. "So, what's up, Sherry? You wanna hang for a while?" she asked.

"I wish I could but I've got to pick up Marlowe in a little bit." I pouted playfully. "I'm sorry."

"I'll come with you," Jake said with a shrug as he ate one of my cookies, then took another one and put it up to my mouth. I smiled and took a bite, he ate the rest. "Piers, Babe - you two comin'?"

Believe it or not, I was starting to get used to his nickname for Helena. He had a nickname for me too so I was sure there was a reason for the nickname just like he had his reasons for mine.

And Piers didn't mind so why should I?

"Yeah, sure - can we get a couple beers when we get to your place though?" Helena asked as we all started walking together.

"I don't know, miss thing - you're a wild one when a drink gets in you." Piers stated with a soft sigh, Jake and I laughed a bit.

We all walked side by side with Jake closest to the street and Piers at the other end. Helena and I were in the middle, I blushed as she wrapped her arm around my waist but I leaned my head against hers [until Piers whined about me stealing her much to everyone's humor].

The rest of the way to Mar's school, I found myself walking closer to Jake and I even picked up the nerve to loop my arm with his. He smirked teasingly at me and I wondered why - I was shocked when he held up my bag, all of the cookies were gone but at least he left me the cheesecake.

I hate you Jake Wesker.

That said, something was definitely changing between us. Things were escalating to a new level, despite the forbidden aspect to it all. Perhaps that was what drew us to each other - knowing it was wrong, but we couldn't fight it.

I tightened my grip on his arm and leaned by head against his shoulder. He said nothing and I knew he understood my feelings. At that moment I was content, very content.

Jake was beside me and willing to join me in getting his brother from school. Maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have to talk to him this time about his anger and need for change - for his brother's happiness.

Maybe he already knew what he needed to do.


A/N: I hope you liked the chap! I liked this chapter for a couple reasons. Believe it or not, everything that happens in here was not planned - it just came naturally and I'm grateful because it will help the next chapter flawlessly.

It's true people, slowly but surely Jake and Sherry are getting closer and closer but there's still the issue of her job and the secrets of the family that need to be addressed.

Gosh I just despise Simmons. He's so awful [growls].

So, any questions, concerns - feel free to let me know.

In the meantime, my finals are in two days - once they're done I will be free to update much faster and I'm so ready for my break! Woot! I hope I pass them because I'm passionate about my damn grades! LOL

See ya soon!

-Vio