Okay…part two now that I've thoroughly procrastinated. Ah…what to do? What
to do? Let's just see what rolls… thanks to everyone who reviewed. Please
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Vejita stood there stunned. His little boy was standing in fifty times gravity after training for three hours, looking as determined as if he had just entered the capsule. Vejita knew that he could never admit that he cared for his son, he wasn't even sure that he did. This was the first time they had talked during their sparring sessions. It had always been touch and go with Vejita and he had always figured that people accepted it that way. The boy's mother's friends never asked anything of him and he repaid the favor. But here was this six-year old boy who craved attention and feelings. Vejita shuddered involuntarily.
Trunks noted the look on his father's face. He looked perplexed and upset at the same time. Little Trunks did his best to appear fearless. He would be just like his father was. He would prove that he was a Saiyajin.
Suddenly, there was a rasp at the door. "Trunks?" Bulma called through the thick door. Trunks looked longingly at the door. By far, his mother was his favorite parent because she was the one who raised him along with his grandparents. But for a little kid, he desperately sought his father's approval. Trunks looked to his father who was impassively watching the floor. Fiercely he gritted his teeth. "What is it, woman?" "I want to see my son?" she screamed at the door. "If he's dead Vejita I'm gonna kill you!" Trunks was still watching his father who was scowling at the door. "We're busy, bitch." Outside, Bulma looked at the door shocked. "Trunks was that you?" Vejita looked down at his son with a smirk on his lips. He was trying to be tough like his father. Bulma slowly turned away from the door and walked back into the house without a word. Vejita heard the woman leave and was satisfied. But was it fair to take away her son when she had doted on him from the day he was discovered? Bulma had been furious with Vejita but when it came to the tiny life inside of her, she treasured it like it was the greatest thing she owned.
Vejita tilted his head. Perhaps he had been jealous of the little spawn's birth…? He shook his head. It wasn't possible. Vejita was many things, but juvenile was not one of them. Gruffly, he scowled down on his son. "You should not talk to your mother like that, boy." "But you do." "Would you do anything that I did?" Little Trunks smiled and nodded his head vigorously. Vejita sighed hard. "I have killed great many people, boy. Would you follow your father's bloody footsteps?" "Would I be a Saiyajin then?" "Perhaps… but you are also human." "Being human is stupid!" "How little you know." "I'm going to take over the universe!" little Trunks said in all seriousness. Vejita was taken back. Here was his own son that reminded him of himself at that age. Vejita furrowed his eyebrows. His mother definitely would not approve. "Go inside to your mother." Vejita ordered. He needed to think. "No!" the child pouted. "Go INSIDE!" Vejita yelled back sending the boy flying backwards. Trunks stood up and brushed himself off. With sagging shoulders he walked to the door. "Apologize to your mother also." Trunks nodded and walked out into the dusky sky.
1 Vejita leaned one of the walls of the capsule. He hadn't realized the boy was this upset about their relationship. The woman was going to be mad at him for his "influence" and he probably was going to sleep on the couch tonight. Make room for the baby… Vejita caught himself growling the thought and looked up shocked. What am I thinking? That's my son… Son and consort are different things. He ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps his competitive nature did get in the way, but how the hell was that HIS problem? He pushed off the wall and followed his son out of the gravity room. As he walked across the green expanse his thoughts turned back to his son. The boy was definitely getting bigger …and stronger, his mind added. Maybe it was time. He would speak to the she-devil later.
Will you guide me now for I can't see…
Bulma was chopping away furiously at a roll of carrots. How dare those beasts gang up on her! And her son… he had never been mean or vicious before. This is all Vejita's fault! Guess where he's sleeping tonight. She tossed the carrots into a basin with assorted other vegetables. She froze when she heard a door close behind her. Judging by the footsteps, she knew exactly who it was. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a hunk of meat and began to carve it. "Mom…?" She heard a stool scrap as he sat at the breakfast bar behind her. She refused to answer and continued to inspect the meat dripping in front of her. "Mom…I'm sorry." Angrily, "Oh no!" she yelled waving her carving knife dangerously. "You haven't begun to be sorry yet!" She turned back around. "Mommy…" "Don't you 'mommy' me," she muttered. "I was wrong." "Damn straight you were wrong. I raise you all by myself and this is what I get 'We're busy, bitch!'? Sorry is just not going to cut it." He looked down shamefully at his hands. "I just wanted to be like Daddy." "Trunks, you're father is an asshole. Is that what you want to be in life? Well then, good luck. I'm finished here!" "Quit your screaming, woman." Bulma spun to see Vejita standing, leaning against the door of the kitchen. There were not enough words in the dictionary to describe her anger just then. "This is not your business, bastard. I'm trying to raise my son here." "Don't I get a say," he scowled. "Oh, so now you want a piece of the action, huh? Not gonna happen." "This is between you and me and not the boy." "Oh, this IS between me and Trunks and does not concern you at all. You are NO role model as far as I'm concerned. Trunks," she turned to her son. "Say good-bye to your father. He's leaving." Trunks looked up hurt. "No! I don't want him to go." "If he's teaching you these things then I don't want him here. Honestly Vejita I thought you had more sense than this…" She turned back to her preparations as if the conversation were over and done with. Trunks jumped down from the stool and hugged his mother's leg. "Please, mommy. Don't make daddy go away… " He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Bulma looked coolly down at her little son and then went back to cutting the meat. "Woman…" "Go away," she stated. She moved the meat from the marble block to a dish and set it on the table. Trunks looked back and forth between his parents. I did this… His father scrutinized Bulma through narrow dark eyes while she ignored him pointedly.
A reason for this suffering and misery?2
Bulma walked upstairs to get her jacket since it was becoming cool. Trunks and Vejita were left in the dining room alone. "Daddy, where are you going to go?" Vejita looked down at his plate. "I'm NOT going anywhere," he commented through gritted teeth. "She can't tell the Prince of Saiyajins what to do." Trunks looked at his father wide-eyed. "You're a Prince?" " Vejita smirked. "A Prince of an extinct race…" He chuckled. "That makes you Crown Prince, Trunks." Trunks looked stunned before turning back to his plate. Wow… Suddenly, Vejita pushed his chair back. "I'll be back," he informed his son before going upstairs. He walked down the long and narrow hallway. Up ahead he heard a string of curses coming from a room with the door opened just a crack. When he stepped up to the crack, he could see the woman stretching to retrieve something from the top shelf of her closet. Silently, he stalked up behind her. The way she was, it emphasized her narrow waist and lean body. He circled one hand around her to hug her middle. Startled, she fell back into him. He levitated off the ground so she could reach her sweatshirt. She growled and demanded that he release her. He glided back to the ground before depositing her on the bed. "There…" he smirked. "You are such a bastard, you know that?" He shrugged. "No matter what you came here to tell me, I want you out anyway," she stated menacingly. He narrowed his eyes. "The boy needs a father figure." "That may be so," she said as she tossed the hair out of her face. "But it definitely will not be YOU." He crossed his arms. "And who do you suggest?" "I don't know…" she grinned wickedly. "I'm sure Yamucha has some free time…" She felt his hand tighten around her neck. Looking at him ferociously, she said, "You're serious about this aren't you?" "If that human touches my son, I will break him in half." "Possessive, aren't we?" she murmured. "You have no idea." They stared at each other for a few minutes before Vejita realized his hand was still around her fragile neck. Bulma sighed heavily. "What am I going to do with you, Vejita?" "I can think of a few things…" She rolled her eyes. "That's it." She turned to leave sweatshirt in hand. "You're not going anywhere until we resolve this, woman." "Okay," she narrowed her eyes. "NO more degrading me in front of him." He nodded. "NO more telling him he's not Saiyajin because he's just as much as you are." He began to interrupt before she put a finger to his lips. "And NO more just popping up as if you can just parent whenever you want." "I do not 'parent.'" "And I do not put up with shit from people, especially, YOU." They nodded in agreement with the circumstances. Vejita would be a better influence; in exchange Bulma wouldn't kick him out. For that, he was more relieve than he would say.
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?3
Vejita and Bulma descended the stairs. Trunks was playing around with a piece of fruit. Bulma cleared her throat. "Young man, how many times have I told you not to play with food?" Trunks quickly put the fruit back in the bowl and turn to face his parents. "Mom, I was just…" "Don't question your mother. Now let's eat." Vejita turned and walked into the dining room. Trunks jumped down from the stool. "You mean Dad's staying?" Trunks asked in an excited voice. "Trunks, your father wouldn't leave you unless I killed him and dragged his carcass off the compound." "You'd try, woman…" She could almost hear his smirk. "Maybe I will," she called back. Trunks go get some silverware and join your father." "Yes, mam!" "Good boy." Bulma sighed and walked through the dining room into the living room. There she saw still sitting on the TV set a picture of her and Trunks on his first day of school. Pasted right next to it in the large frame was a rare picture of Vejita. It was taken right after Trunks was born. Amazingly, Vejita had come with her to the hospital…after much goading. Bulma's mother had snuck outside while Bulma was recuperating. Vejita was standing with her forehead pressed against the glass watching his infant son; Trunks sleep in his incubator. He had heard the click of the camera, capturing him in that image forever but he paid no mind. All could see was his son, HIS son, someone binding him to his woman and no one could take that away.
Well then I do imagine…
Bulma set her sweatshirt on the large comfy armchair. She would need it when she took Trunks out for ice cream that night. She sighed and smiled when she remembered two years ago when Trunks had spontaneously declared that there needed to be an ice cream night and this was it. And as the same as every week she would get a vanilla sundae with a cherry on top and he would messily shove his face into the rocky road cup. She walked back in on the two Saiyajins fighting over the nice carving she had in the middle of the table. God, where's the camera when you need it. Bulma leaned against the doorframe and watched as both father and son were leaning over the table, growling and holding half the meat. "Okay, quit it you two!" Bulma demanded half-angrily, still not able to totally get rid of her smile. "What are you smiling at, woman?" "Nothing, just you two acting like wild animals. Please, where are you manners? …Trunks?" She eyed her young son. He backed off the roast and sat back in his chair. "Sorry, Mom." "That's right. And YOU! Put that roast back." Vejita grumbled then complied. Bulma proceeded to dish out the food, knowing her husband and son, if she didn't take control, all hell would break loose.
After dinner, Bulma cleared the plates from the table with the help of Trunks and loaded them into the washing machine. Vejita had mysteriously disappeared as he always did right after dinner. "Go get your jacket, Trunks. We're going!" "All right!" Trunks ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Bulma shook her head and went into the living room where she had placed her sweatshirt. Sitting in the large comfy armchair was Vejita. But not in his usual training outfit, in a loose open-necked black shirt coupled with a fitting pair of black pants. "What are you doing Vejita? And where did you get those clothes?" "I'm here for the boy and if I'm not mistaken YOU bought these clothes." "Yeah, like TWO YEARS AGO!" He smirked. "Better late than never." "Oh, it's always been that way with you…" she smirked back. He rolled his eyes. "Don't go there, woman. If I had a nickel for every times, you…" Bulma and Vejita both turned their eyes as they heard Trunks bounding down the stairs. Vejita stood up from the chair. "Took you long enough, boy." Trunks looked up at his parents, questioningly. "Were you guys fighting again?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think that, baby?" "Because that's all you guys ever do." Vejita took on an evil grin. "Well, that's not all, boy…" Bulma elbowed her cynical yet devilishly handsome in the ribs. "Well, we're not arguing now, are we?" Vejita took a step to stand in front of Bulma. "Ready boy?" Trunks looked up unsure. "Uh…" "Vejita? You're going?" "Didn't I just say that before?" "Yea, but I thought you were joking." "The Saiyajin Prince never jokes." "No, you're just a pain in the ass." He glared at her before turning back to the six-year-old. "Come along."
Bulma watched as her enigma of a housemate, not to mention her non- legal husband, and her precious little boy take off into the night in search for some ice cream. Turning back inside, she cleared the rest of the kitchen and went upstairs to take a well-deserved bath.
There will be sorrow…
Yeah, there will be sorrow…
And there will be sorrow no more.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Eh…I had no idea ppl actually LIKED my writing. Eep. But thank you even when I can't remember your names, I'm thinking of all the nice things you said. Thanks a million for the encouragement. No kidding. Reading your reviews made me want to write faster and not disappoint. Hope you enjoy this chap as much as the last one. Possibly going to do an epilogue that will have some heaty moments so beware and you don't have to read. PLEASE… read my other fic "Daylight in Your Eyes" if you liked this fic. Thanks for all your support!!!!!
Vejita stood there stunned. His little boy was standing in fifty times gravity after training for three hours, looking as determined as if he had just entered the capsule. Vejita knew that he could never admit that he cared for his son, he wasn't even sure that he did. This was the first time they had talked during their sparring sessions. It had always been touch and go with Vejita and he had always figured that people accepted it that way. The boy's mother's friends never asked anything of him and he repaid the favor. But here was this six-year old boy who craved attention and feelings. Vejita shuddered involuntarily.
Trunks noted the look on his father's face. He looked perplexed and upset at the same time. Little Trunks did his best to appear fearless. He would be just like his father was. He would prove that he was a Saiyajin.
Suddenly, there was a rasp at the door. "Trunks?" Bulma called through the thick door. Trunks looked longingly at the door. By far, his mother was his favorite parent because she was the one who raised him along with his grandparents. But for a little kid, he desperately sought his father's approval. Trunks looked to his father who was impassively watching the floor. Fiercely he gritted his teeth. "What is it, woman?" "I want to see my son?" she screamed at the door. "If he's dead Vejita I'm gonna kill you!" Trunks was still watching his father who was scowling at the door. "We're busy, bitch." Outside, Bulma looked at the door shocked. "Trunks was that you?" Vejita looked down at his son with a smirk on his lips. He was trying to be tough like his father. Bulma slowly turned away from the door and walked back into the house without a word. Vejita heard the woman leave and was satisfied. But was it fair to take away her son when she had doted on him from the day he was discovered? Bulma had been furious with Vejita but when it came to the tiny life inside of her, she treasured it like it was the greatest thing she owned.
Vejita tilted his head. Perhaps he had been jealous of the little spawn's birth…? He shook his head. It wasn't possible. Vejita was many things, but juvenile was not one of them. Gruffly, he scowled down on his son. "You should not talk to your mother like that, boy." "But you do." "Would you do anything that I did?" Little Trunks smiled and nodded his head vigorously. Vejita sighed hard. "I have killed great many people, boy. Would you follow your father's bloody footsteps?" "Would I be a Saiyajin then?" "Perhaps… but you are also human." "Being human is stupid!" "How little you know." "I'm going to take over the universe!" little Trunks said in all seriousness. Vejita was taken back. Here was his own son that reminded him of himself at that age. Vejita furrowed his eyebrows. His mother definitely would not approve. "Go inside to your mother." Vejita ordered. He needed to think. "No!" the child pouted. "Go INSIDE!" Vejita yelled back sending the boy flying backwards. Trunks stood up and brushed himself off. With sagging shoulders he walked to the door. "Apologize to your mother also." Trunks nodded and walked out into the dusky sky.
1 Vejita leaned one of the walls of the capsule. He hadn't realized the boy was this upset about their relationship. The woman was going to be mad at him for his "influence" and he probably was going to sleep on the couch tonight. Make room for the baby… Vejita caught himself growling the thought and looked up shocked. What am I thinking? That's my son… Son and consort are different things. He ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps his competitive nature did get in the way, but how the hell was that HIS problem? He pushed off the wall and followed his son out of the gravity room. As he walked across the green expanse his thoughts turned back to his son. The boy was definitely getting bigger …and stronger, his mind added. Maybe it was time. He would speak to the she-devil later.
Will you guide me now for I can't see…
Bulma was chopping away furiously at a roll of carrots. How dare those beasts gang up on her! And her son… he had never been mean or vicious before. This is all Vejita's fault! Guess where he's sleeping tonight. She tossed the carrots into a basin with assorted other vegetables. She froze when she heard a door close behind her. Judging by the footsteps, she knew exactly who it was. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a hunk of meat and began to carve it. "Mom…?" She heard a stool scrap as he sat at the breakfast bar behind her. She refused to answer and continued to inspect the meat dripping in front of her. "Mom…I'm sorry." Angrily, "Oh no!" she yelled waving her carving knife dangerously. "You haven't begun to be sorry yet!" She turned back around. "Mommy…" "Don't you 'mommy' me," she muttered. "I was wrong." "Damn straight you were wrong. I raise you all by myself and this is what I get 'We're busy, bitch!'? Sorry is just not going to cut it." He looked down shamefully at his hands. "I just wanted to be like Daddy." "Trunks, you're father is an asshole. Is that what you want to be in life? Well then, good luck. I'm finished here!" "Quit your screaming, woman." Bulma spun to see Vejita standing, leaning against the door of the kitchen. There were not enough words in the dictionary to describe her anger just then. "This is not your business, bastard. I'm trying to raise my son here." "Don't I get a say," he scowled. "Oh, so now you want a piece of the action, huh? Not gonna happen." "This is between you and me and not the boy." "Oh, this IS between me and Trunks and does not concern you at all. You are NO role model as far as I'm concerned. Trunks," she turned to her son. "Say good-bye to your father. He's leaving." Trunks looked up hurt. "No! I don't want him to go." "If he's teaching you these things then I don't want him here. Honestly Vejita I thought you had more sense than this…" She turned back to her preparations as if the conversation were over and done with. Trunks jumped down from the stool and hugged his mother's leg. "Please, mommy. Don't make daddy go away… " He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Bulma looked coolly down at her little son and then went back to cutting the meat. "Woman…" "Go away," she stated. She moved the meat from the marble block to a dish and set it on the table. Trunks looked back and forth between his parents. I did this… His father scrutinized Bulma through narrow dark eyes while she ignored him pointedly.
A reason for this suffering and misery?2
Bulma walked upstairs to get her jacket since it was becoming cool. Trunks and Vejita were left in the dining room alone. "Daddy, where are you going to go?" Vejita looked down at his plate. "I'm NOT going anywhere," he commented through gritted teeth. "She can't tell the Prince of Saiyajins what to do." Trunks looked at his father wide-eyed. "You're a Prince?" " Vejita smirked. "A Prince of an extinct race…" He chuckled. "That makes you Crown Prince, Trunks." Trunks looked stunned before turning back to his plate. Wow… Suddenly, Vejita pushed his chair back. "I'll be back," he informed his son before going upstairs. He walked down the long and narrow hallway. Up ahead he heard a string of curses coming from a room with the door opened just a crack. When he stepped up to the crack, he could see the woman stretching to retrieve something from the top shelf of her closet. Silently, he stalked up behind her. The way she was, it emphasized her narrow waist and lean body. He circled one hand around her to hug her middle. Startled, she fell back into him. He levitated off the ground so she could reach her sweatshirt. She growled and demanded that he release her. He glided back to the ground before depositing her on the bed. "There…" he smirked. "You are such a bastard, you know that?" He shrugged. "No matter what you came here to tell me, I want you out anyway," she stated menacingly. He narrowed his eyes. "The boy needs a father figure." "That may be so," she said as she tossed the hair out of her face. "But it definitely will not be YOU." He crossed his arms. "And who do you suggest?" "I don't know…" she grinned wickedly. "I'm sure Yamucha has some free time…" She felt his hand tighten around her neck. Looking at him ferociously, she said, "You're serious about this aren't you?" "If that human touches my son, I will break him in half." "Possessive, aren't we?" she murmured. "You have no idea." They stared at each other for a few minutes before Vejita realized his hand was still around her fragile neck. Bulma sighed heavily. "What am I going to do with you, Vejita?" "I can think of a few things…" She rolled her eyes. "That's it." She turned to leave sweatshirt in hand. "You're not going anywhere until we resolve this, woman." "Okay," she narrowed her eyes. "NO more degrading me in front of him." He nodded. "NO more telling him he's not Saiyajin because he's just as much as you are." He began to interrupt before she put a finger to his lips. "And NO more just popping up as if you can just parent whenever you want." "I do not 'parent.'" "And I do not put up with shit from people, especially, YOU." They nodded in agreement with the circumstances. Vejita would be a better influence; in exchange Bulma wouldn't kick him out. For that, he was more relieve than he would say.
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?3
Vejita and Bulma descended the stairs. Trunks was playing around with a piece of fruit. Bulma cleared her throat. "Young man, how many times have I told you not to play with food?" Trunks quickly put the fruit back in the bowl and turn to face his parents. "Mom, I was just…" "Don't question your mother. Now let's eat." Vejita turned and walked into the dining room. Trunks jumped down from the stool. "You mean Dad's staying?" Trunks asked in an excited voice. "Trunks, your father wouldn't leave you unless I killed him and dragged his carcass off the compound." "You'd try, woman…" She could almost hear his smirk. "Maybe I will," she called back. Trunks go get some silverware and join your father." "Yes, mam!" "Good boy." Bulma sighed and walked through the dining room into the living room. There she saw still sitting on the TV set a picture of her and Trunks on his first day of school. Pasted right next to it in the large frame was a rare picture of Vejita. It was taken right after Trunks was born. Amazingly, Vejita had come with her to the hospital…after much goading. Bulma's mother had snuck outside while Bulma was recuperating. Vejita was standing with her forehead pressed against the glass watching his infant son; Trunks sleep in his incubator. He had heard the click of the camera, capturing him in that image forever but he paid no mind. All could see was his son, HIS son, someone binding him to his woman and no one could take that away.
Well then I do imagine…
Bulma set her sweatshirt on the large comfy armchair. She would need it when she took Trunks out for ice cream that night. She sighed and smiled when she remembered two years ago when Trunks had spontaneously declared that there needed to be an ice cream night and this was it. And as the same as every week she would get a vanilla sundae with a cherry on top and he would messily shove his face into the rocky road cup. She walked back in on the two Saiyajins fighting over the nice carving she had in the middle of the table. God, where's the camera when you need it. Bulma leaned against the doorframe and watched as both father and son were leaning over the table, growling and holding half the meat. "Okay, quit it you two!" Bulma demanded half-angrily, still not able to totally get rid of her smile. "What are you smiling at, woman?" "Nothing, just you two acting like wild animals. Please, where are you manners? …Trunks?" She eyed her young son. He backed off the roast and sat back in his chair. "Sorry, Mom." "That's right. And YOU! Put that roast back." Vejita grumbled then complied. Bulma proceeded to dish out the food, knowing her husband and son, if she didn't take control, all hell would break loose.
After dinner, Bulma cleared the plates from the table with the help of Trunks and loaded them into the washing machine. Vejita had mysteriously disappeared as he always did right after dinner. "Go get your jacket, Trunks. We're going!" "All right!" Trunks ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Bulma shook her head and went into the living room where she had placed her sweatshirt. Sitting in the large comfy armchair was Vejita. But not in his usual training outfit, in a loose open-necked black shirt coupled with a fitting pair of black pants. "What are you doing Vejita? And where did you get those clothes?" "I'm here for the boy and if I'm not mistaken YOU bought these clothes." "Yeah, like TWO YEARS AGO!" He smirked. "Better late than never." "Oh, it's always been that way with you…" she smirked back. He rolled his eyes. "Don't go there, woman. If I had a nickel for every times, you…" Bulma and Vejita both turned their eyes as they heard Trunks bounding down the stairs. Vejita stood up from the chair. "Took you long enough, boy." Trunks looked up at his parents, questioningly. "Were you guys fighting again?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think that, baby?" "Because that's all you guys ever do." Vejita took on an evil grin. "Well, that's not all, boy…" Bulma elbowed her cynical yet devilishly handsome in the ribs. "Well, we're not arguing now, are we?" Vejita took a step to stand in front of Bulma. "Ready boy?" Trunks looked up unsure. "Uh…" "Vejita? You're going?" "Didn't I just say that before?" "Yea, but I thought you were joking." "The Saiyajin Prince never jokes." "No, you're just a pain in the ass." He glared at her before turning back to the six-year-old. "Come along."
Bulma watched as her enigma of a housemate, not to mention her non- legal husband, and her precious little boy take off into the night in search for some ice cream. Turning back inside, she cleared the rest of the kitchen and went upstairs to take a well-deserved bath.
There will be sorrow…
Yeah, there will be sorrow…
And there will be sorrow no more.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Eh…I had no idea ppl actually LIKED my writing. Eep. But thank you even when I can't remember your names, I'm thinking of all the nice things you said. Thanks a million for the encouragement. No kidding. Reading your reviews made me want to write faster and not disappoint. Hope you enjoy this chap as much as the last one. Possibly going to do an epilogue that will have some heaty moments so beware and you don't have to read. PLEASE… read my other fic "Daylight in Your Eyes" if you liked this fic. Thanks for all your support!!!!!