Chapter 7

"I hear you granted the twins permission for a threesome," Sam said to Jake the next time he called.

"What?" Jake yelled and Sam had to take the phone away from her ear.

"That's what they said," Sam laughed.

"Oh for…," Jake muttered. "I swear I'm going to be an only child at this rate."

"Why?" Sam wondered as she laughed.

"'Cuz I'm going to kill them all," Jake told her.

Sam snorted.

"Well Kit's safe in Hawaii," Sam said.

"Yeah for awhile," Jake agreed. "Oh and no threesomes."

Sam blushed. She couldn't imagine doing a onesome at this point in her life. If her dreams were any indication on what happens between lovers, Sam couldn't see anyway she'd ever do anything like that.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked. Sam hadn't realized she had made a noise.

"Nothing," Sam assured him. "I rode Witch."

"I heard," Jake told her.

"Who told you?" Sam wondered. "Are you spying on me?"

"Not spying," Jake was quick to tell her. "Of course I speak to my family and someone mentioned it."

"Okay," Sam said.

"Come on, Brat," Jake's voice sounded frustrated. "You know I care about you so of course I'm going to listen if someone tells me that you're doing something."

"I just don't want overprotective Jake back again," Sam told him.

"Overprotective Jake, as you called me, is always there," he said. "I can't turn it off and on."

Sam sighed.

"You don't want me to care?" Jake asked.

"No, of course I want you to care," Sam responded.

"I'm trying, Sam," Jake said. "I don't think I've been as bad."

"As when?" Sam laughed. "I remember the 'like glue' comments."

"You had just gotten home from being sent away for two years," Jake reminded her. "I didn't want anything happening to you since you had just returned to me. Gosh, Brat, do you have any idea how your going away affected me?"

"How it affected you?" Sam yelped.

"I know it affected you," Jake gave a longsuffering sigh. "It affected me as well. I wasn't sure I'd ever see my best friend again."

"I know," Sam sighed with him.

"No you don't, but it's okay," Jake told her. You have no idea how I loved you even then. Jake shuddered at the memory of his total breakdown in his bedroom. How he had cried until he had no tears left to shed. He had never told Sam how he had reacted to her being gone and he wasn't sure he ever would.

"Do you want to tell me?" Sam asked softly.

"No," Jake shuddered again. "You're back with me again, that's all that matters."

"Now I'm with you," Sam's voice was very soft.

"Yes, you are," Jake's voice was stronger.

"I'm glad you stopped that day," Sam said.

"I had to," Jake responded. "I couldn't leave without letting you know how I felt."

"I know how hard it was for you," Sam sighed.

"I was afraid you'd reject me," Jake murmured.

"You rejected me when I kissed you when we were kids," Sam reminded him.

"We were kids," Jake sighed. "Kissing girls was icky."

Sam snorted. Jake chuckled.

"Kissing girls isn't icky anymore," Jake went on.

"Girls?" Sam questioned.

"Okay, let me rephrase," Jake quickly said. "Kissing you isn't icky anymore."

"Kissing me was icky?" Sam yelped.

"Brat," Jake groaned.

"Jake," Sam imitated his voice in a high falsetto. She heard him chuckle under his breath.

"You are a brat," Jake responded.

"Yeah, but now I'm your brat, right?" Sam asked.

"You better believe it," Jake told her.

"Good," Sam said. "I don't want to be anyone else's brat."

"Good," Jake replied. "Then we don't have a problem."

"Good," Sam said again.

Jake chuckled. "Good."

Sam giggled. "Boy, am I glad everything's good."

"So," Jake dragged out the word. "Witch behaved herself?"

"Yes, though she tried to take skin from Quinn," Sam told him.

"Good horse," Jake teased, causing Sam to burst out laughing.