Sandy grunted as she wrestled the packing tape on yet another labeled box. She felt used for helping Delilah pack, but the extra hundred for the much needed help persuaded her. Normally, she would be at her house, with Nolan, watching movies with the baby. However, Delilah pouted with those big stormy eyes and pleaded for the help. The teen would never admit it aloud, but she was going to miss the sweetheart of a neighbor.

Delilah, on the other side of the house, was religiously listing all the items that was in the boxes that she carefully loaded. The nursery, her bedroom, Danielle's old bedroom, the two bathrooms and the closets were already done, except that nothing had been moved into the huge U-Haul in the driveway. Wiping some sweat off her brow, she glanced at the thankfully still sleeping baby.

"Oh, you are so cute." she whispered and kissed the infant's cheek.

The living room was being fairly easy to box up, since everything was in convient angles and box-shapes already. The couches, tables and other items were being left alone, since they could be easily loaded into the truck. Delilah had called Shelly to have some of her over-sized cousins to manhandle the things into the truck.

Smiling, Delilah moved from box to box to write on the side with a Sharpie. With that task finally completed, she went to check up on Sandy, who was boxing up dishes in the original boxes. Delilah had actually crawled into the rarely used attic to retrieve them, since she would love for them to survive the trip. Smiling at the sweaty teen, who was muttering profanities at the box she was currently trying to figure out how the dishes fit.

Leaning against the door frame, Delilah tried not to giggle. "You don't happen to play Tetris do you?" she asked the teen, who turned from her sailor-stream of curses to the older woman.

Blue eyes narrowed. "No..." she trailed off. "But I will figure out these damn boxes!" proclaimed the frustrated girl, who froze instantly as Nolan was roused from his slumber.

Delilah saved the girl from her offspring to lift the whimpering child to her chest. Shushing the fussy infant, she heard the doorbell ring. "Sandy, can you go get that?" she asked in the same tone that she was using to console the baby.

Scampering away from the frustrating chore, the teen eagerly opened the door only to glare at the figure on the doorstep. "Delilah! There's a dude in a suit on the porch!" screamed the girl, behind her.

Confused, Delilah entered the living room only to laugh. "Oh, hello, Mr. McCoy." she greeted, Nolan clinging to her t-shirt.

Sandy looked at her. "Please tell me that he isn't the eye-candy you promised that would be loading up the truck." pleaded the teen.

Delilah's face went from pale to crimson in less than two seconds. Hank raised an eyebrow at the comment. "I can assure you, young lady, that I am not the eye-candy that Delilah promised." he replied, as Delilah tried not to burst a leak and fall over laughing.

Sandy, who was very uninterested, took Nolan to the kitchen. Delilah ushered the blue mutant inside. "Sorry about Sandy, the only way I could get her to help me pack was to bribe her with a hundred bucks and some sweaty eye-candy." she explained.

Amused, Hank chuckled. "It's quite alright, but may I ask where you are moving?" he inquired, eyeing the various boxes and lack of items on the walls.

The young woman sobered slightly. "I'm moving to New York... This city has too many bad memories." Hank felt a pang of pain at the sadness in her voice, but Delilah smiled brightly. "I have a new lovely house in Park Slope." she informed Hank, who looked at her surprised.

"You're moving so soon?" he asked, slightly intrigued.

Delilah started to fidget. "I decided that if I lost my job, I'd sell the house and move to another city." She gazed longingly at the living room. "After all, this place is the first home that Danielle and I made for ourselves."

Trying not to comfort the woman, Hank smiled, without baring his teeth from reflex. "Then I may have a nice proposition for you." he began, trying not to fidget as Delilah fixed her gray eyes firmly on him.

Taking on the defense, the shorter woman crossed her arms under her breasts. "Oh? What is that?" she demanded.

Surprised by her sudden change of demeanor, the man tried not to squirm under her glare. "I wanted you to be my new secretary." he spoke quickly, hoping the answer would calm her.

Delilah raised an eyebrow. "Why?" she questioned, dumbfounded.

"Why not?" countered Hank, making the younger woman glare at him. Trying to better explain, Hank paused for a moment. "You did enough work for three secretaries, without losing your patience and very wondrously. You dealt with a lecherous boss and clients. You kept the most accurate and detailed records I have ever had the pleasure of reading." complimented the mutant, trying to persuade her.

Delilah thought on it, but she spied Sandy trying to hide beside the doorway listening. "You have today to convince me. Start by helping me pack and loading the U-Haul." bargained the female, with a smirk.

Unbuttoning his cuffs and starting to roll them up his forearms, Hank smirked, showing a small bit of fang. Delilah gazed at the thick blue fur that his cuffs had concealed, interested. "Alright, you drive a hard deal, but I will not fail." swore Hank, noting Delilah's apparent interest in his mutation.

Sandy looked like she was going to swoon in the corner of Delilah's eye. Turning to the teen, she scooped the infant out of her arms. "Oh, and help Sandy with Nolan here." she added, winking at Hank as she disappeared into the kitchen to help with the packing of dishes.

Hank tried not to pale as he glanced at the baby for the brief moment that the small child was cradled in his mother's arms. Shaking his head, he began to follow the young women to the kitchen. "You are going to be the death of me." he muttered.


Delilah and Sandy were trying not to drool as they directed the loaned muscle from Shelly. The three young men, ages from twenty-five to seventeen, were definite members of the Mitlow clan, with their distinct green eyes and lean muscles. They wrestled furniture in at Delilah's Tetris expertise, getting coated in a nice glean of sweat.

The teen fanned herself as she took a break from the kitchen to stare greedily at the eye-candy, two of whom had stripped off their shirts. "Hot damn, Delilah. You know how to deliver." she groaned.

The slightly older woman laughed as she watched them as well. "I know." she stated as she waltzed inside. It was getting close to noon, the morning was long. If she could admit it, she would let Hank help the men outside, but Sandy wouldn't be getting her peepshow.

As she walked into the kitchen, Delilah almost had a heart attack. Earlier, Hank had asked if she would mind if he removed his shoes, so he wouldn't track dirt around the house as he helped inside. Of course, Delilah agreed, since her and Sandy were barefoot as well. Well, since Sandy still had trouble with the packaging the dishes came in, Hank offered to do it so she could help Delilah pack up her bedroom.

Cradled in one large arm was a very happy Nolan, who was suckling on the fur of that arm, while Hank use his other arm and one leg to carefully tape the top of one box. Hank's feet were like another pair of hands. Gaping at the doorway, she temporarily forgot how to breathe.

After finishing the difficult task of taping the box closed, Hank looked up, only to see the look of complete and utter shock on his hopefully new secretary's face. Bashfully, he stood on his feet, hiding them behind the box. "Sandy left me with the infant, who wanted to be held." he tried to explain, which snapped Delilah into reality.

Waving her hands, the young woman blushed deeply for staring. "Oh, I'm so sorry for staring." she apologized, fidgeting as she awkwardly stood in the doorway.

Hank forced himself to smile, since he could not blame the poor girl for being startled by his distasteful mutation. Nolan gurgled loudly and Hank awkwardly turned the infant onto his back, instead of having his belly pressed against Hank's furry forearm. Thankfully, the baby didn't seem to be interested in pulling on the fur, just suckling and drooling on it. Although the shift from the apparently edible fur, made the infant start to whine, preparing to scream and bawl. Sighing defeated, Hank returned him to his belly and the very wet fur.

Delilah giggled at the exchange. Nolan didn't normally like strangers, but seemed to like Mr. McCoy just fine. Her son wanted to use Hank as his personal pacifier. "I could feed him, so he isn't so hungerly trying to eat your arm." she joked, as Hank remembered that she was standing there.

Timidly, Hank shifted behind the boxes. "I could feed him with a bottle. He is a part of the deal." he explained, trying to not get close to the young mother in front of him.

"Nonsense." proclaimed Delilah, easily dodging boxes and claiming her son. Blushing, she glanced up at Hank. "Plus he finished off all the bottles I made."

Confused, Hank looked down at the shorter female. "Why can't you simply make another formula bottle?" he inquired, hating if he accidentally packed the precious bottles.

Turning a nice beet shade, Delilah tried to think of the most diplomatic way to avoid that question. "I don't use formula." she muttered, as she scampered out of the kitchen and into the safety of her room to make more bottles after Nolan ate. After she left, Hank pondered the question for less than a moment before his cheeks turned a very deep purple.

"Oh my stars and garters." he gasped.


Delilah slaved for the last time over her old stove. She was leaving this morning to drive all the way to New York. She had prepared enough bottles of milk for Nolan for the trip and she was going to have Shelly drive her Prius over later in the week. Since she only had some perishables left in the house, with some paper plates. She was going to make breakfast, load up Nolan and the baby bag, then drive until Nolan forced her to stop and rest.

Inside, Delilah was excited since she would be starting her new job as the secretary for Henry McCoy, the UN ambassador, on Monday. This left her almost a week to unpack and make her new home hers.

Stirring the jumbled mass of egg, milk, grilled chicken and bell peppers, the young mother was pleased with herself. She had managed to sell her house for a good amount more than what she bought it for, which helped pay for the house in New York. She had packed and loaded the U-Haul earlier than expected by a day. Sandy was a good helper, plus Hank and the three muscle-heads.

"Just another day in my life." she murmured as the scrambled eggs had a thick layer of the rest of the cheese poured on top. After she ate, she would have to bring the pan and spatula into the car as well and take out the trash of course.

Dividing a good portion onto a paper plate, Delilah got a plastic fork from the box from the last week. As she leaned against the island's counter top, she heard the doorbell ring. Growling, she set the food down and stalked over the answer it.

"Yes?" she hissed as she ripped the door open, to only regret those words.

Her employer, in a pair of slacks and a less expensive dress shirt, raised a very furry eyebrow at her. "Did I come at a bad time?" he inquired softly.

Recovering, Delilah opened the door for him to come in. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought I was home free... I just made breakfast." she rapidly explained, blushing softly.

Sniffing softly, Hank smiled. "It smells divine." he complimented, sincerely.

Wringing her hands together, Delilah led him to the mostly bare kitchen. Scooping up her meal, she watched him as he awkwardly stand. "So why are you here?" she politely questioned, since she didn't start until Monday.

"Oh, um." Hank blushed softly. "When I returned to my hotel room, it occurred to me that you planned to have a friend drive your vehicle to New York later in the week, since you were going to drive the U-Haul." he started. Glancing at Delilah, he finished. "Well, it wouldn't be safe for a baby car-seat to be in the front seat of a U-Haul, if god forbid, there was an accident."

Delilah's eyebrow furrowed together. "Well, how else am I going to get the U-Haul there?" she asked.

Hank gulped. "Well, I could drive the U-Haul, so that you and the little one can be safer in the car." he offered, timidly. "I have a rental to drive all the way back to New York, but I can cancel it to drive the U-Haul instead."

"You are willing to drive thirteen hours to New York with my U-Haul, so I don't have to with Nolan?" clarified Delilah, raising an eyebrow. Hank nodded and she walked to the stove, dumping the rest of the breakfast on another plate. Shoving the meal at Hank, she grinned. "Deal. Eat up."


As he backed up into a nice driveway that Delilah had directed him to, Hank wondered what on Earth he had gotten himself into. He had even offered to help Delilah unload the U-Haul, after they both got some much needed rest. Nolan had made the long drive extend by another hour from rest stops to change him and feed him.

The Prius easily pulled into the very long driveway. A visibly exhausted Delilah piled out. Hopping out of his own vehicle, Hank assisted her in bringing in the blankets and pillows that she unburied so that she could sleep in her new house tonight.

As she unlocked the front door, Hank followed her with the baby car-seat in one hand and an armful of blankets in the other. Falling to her knees, in the spacious living room, Delilah started to make a nest with the pillows and blankets.

Amused, Hank watched her for a bit before he locked both vehicles and set the keys on the banister near the front door. "I will save you." he swore softly, as Delilah unstrapped her son and pulled him close to her chest. "Goodnight Delilah." he said slightly louder.

Tired gray eyes gazed at the male in her front doorway. "Goodnight Hank. Safe trip home."

Chuckling, Hank hailed a cab with a suitcase in one hand. "That is one resilient woman." He thankfully got a cabdriver that didn't care what he looked like as long as he paid the fare.

As he got into his own apartment, the UN ambassador peeled off his shoes and socks before he even got to his bedroom. Easily unbuttoning his shirt, which was thrown somewhere in the room, he emptied his pockets and collapsed on the bed. "I am sleeping until noon," he proclaimed as he glance at the clock, which read 3:54 am.