CHAPTER 3
WEEK LATER
Ian opens a long forgotten box in his closet and frowns finding two of his journals from when he was with Sara. 'I'd forgotten about these.' He stares at them for a second then removes the journals putting them in one of the boxes to take with him to New York then returns the box to the top of his closet. He walks out of the closet with the box where he finds Emma sitting on his bed pouting. "Emma, stop pouting. Its not as if I am moving across country and you will never see me. I'm coming back every other weekend."
"I'm not talking to you." Emma says angrily.
"Emma we've talked about this." Ian straightens up going over he sits beside her on the bed. "Emma we all do things we don't want to do but we do them because we have too. I don't want to go back there but I have no choice."
Emma looks at her Dad her eyes filled with tears. "But you promised when you got back last time that you wouldn't stay away that long again."
"Em it's not like when I was in the army. I'm not going to another country; I'm just going to another state. I'll come back whenever I can and we'll talk every day."
"It's not the same." Emma crosses her arms over her chest.
"I know." He gently tugs on one of her curls.
"Why can't I come with you?"
"I'm still thinking about it."
Emma sighs
"Now help me finish packing."
"Oh fine." She grumbles climbing off the bed. They work for a few minutes in silence then Emma speaks. "Dad?"
"Yes?"
"When is Uncle Mobi going to visit?"
Ian lifts his shoulders "I don't know. You know how he is. He comes and goes when he wants."
"Is he going to come for Thanksgiving next year?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't spoken to him for a while. Next time he calls I'll ask him."
Emma nods turning back to pack then she asks, "Are we spending Christmas with him next year?"
Ian winces at his daughter's bitter tone. "Emma he is your Grandfather."
Emma shrugs "He's still a jerk."
"You know that us spending Christmas with him depends on his schedule. I don't think it's been decided on yet."
"I don't like spending the holidays with him. They always end with him being an ass."
"You have almost a year before you have to worry about that." Ian reminds
"Dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Who is he really? I mean he never adopted you."
"I really don't know Em." Ian admits. "I only remember him. He refuses to talk about my past so I stopped asking him years ago."
"Oh."
"Come on let's finish up."
"Oh all right."
OVER AN HOUR LATER
"I'll call you tonight all right?" Ian takes Emma's face between his hands. "Be good."
"I will."
"Good." Ian kisses her forehead then steps away picking up his duffle bag.
"Bye Daddy." Emma says sadly watching as he walks out to the waiting car.
Martha steps up behind her charge resting her hands on the teen's shoulders. "Don't worry sweetie he'll be back soon." She hugs Emma.
"I know." Emma sighs as her Dad gets into the car.
"Come on there are cookies waiting for us." Martha says as the car pulls out of the driveway. She leads the teen back to the kitchen.
Emma sits at the table watching her Nanny move about the kitchen. "Martha?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure sweetie." Martha sets the plate of cookies on the table.
Emma takes a cookie as her Nanny walks to the refrigerator taking out the carton of milk. "Did you ever meet my Mom?"
Martha pauses in pouring the milk and looks at Emma. "Uh, no I never met her. Your Grandfather hired me the day after you were born and the social worker brought you to the house. I was hired to take care of you during that trip and while we were there. When your Dad made up his mind that he wanted to raise you he decided to keep me on. Why?"
"I dunno." Emma sighs. "I just wonder about her." She shrugs "He never talks about her."
Martha sets the glasses on the table and sits down. "Well from what I gathered over the years, your Dad was madly in love with your Mom and their break-up broke his heart. He loved her Emma; that I do know."
Emma takes a bite of her cookie. "Do you know anything about her?"
"Sorry sweetie I don't know anything about her."
"Oh."
"Emma, give your Dad some time to get used to the fact you want to know about her. I'm betting your questions have surprised him as well."
Emma nods "OK."
"Now eat your cookies." Martha says sternly.
Emma grins slightly turning her attention to the cookies before her.
EVENING
Ian flips through his journal and sighs remembering that year of being normal. He sets the journals aside staring at them. 'Should I give them to Sara? She might understand once she reads them.' He turns his attention to his laptop.
COUPLE OF EVENINGS LATER
"What are you doing here?" Sara demands finding Ian at her door she steps aside so he can enter the apartment.
"I came across these while I was packing." He removes the two journals from his overcoat. "I started them the day I met you and Aras. Unfortunately, I never finished writing in them." 'I became too busy raising our child to write anymore.' He sets the journals on the hall table. "Read them if you like." He turns to open the door and pauses. "Sara... my feelings for you have never changed." He opens the door and walks out of the apartment.
Sara stares after him then picks up the journals with shaky hands. 'Should I read them? He wouldn't have brought them to me if he didn't want me to read them.' She walks over to the couch and sits down her eyes on the leather bound journals. Slowly she opens the first one flipping to the first entry, dated almost 16 years earlier.
Originally I hated the idea of coming here, but today that changed.
Father went to the museum to discuss a new exhibit and I went along to do some research for my first assignment by the tutor he hired. While I was looking at this weapons display these two girls... twins started talking to me. Their names are Sara and Aras Pezzini.
Sara... she's beautiful. I know that they are identical twins but there is something about Sara... something in her eyes.
Sara finishes the first entry all about that afternoon they met and how she and Aras snuck off with Ian to look at the other exhibits. She moves onto the next entry dated the day after they first met.
I spent the afternoon with Sara and Aras; it was fun to be a normal teenager. It's been a long time since I've had fun. They showed me around and we went to the park.
I envy them. They get to go to school. Have friends. Be free. Act their age.
I wish that I could act like a teenager without worrying about punishment.
I guess I will have to take my impending punishments for a few hours of normalcy with Sara and Aras.
Sara winces at his words then continues reading.
Father was at first unhappy with the idea of me spending time with Sara and Aras. I managed to talk him into allowing it. I won't be surprised if I do end up being punished for disobeying.
I will take it as I always do.
'Ian.' For the next hour, Sara continues reading about their adventures until she comes across an entry dated six months after they met Ian and smiles at the memory.
We kissed.
As she continues to read the entry, Sara feels the awe in Ian's writing as though he is speaking to her.
Sara and I kissed. It was incredible.
We were at the park near the school waiting for Aras to get out of detention again. Sara and I were talking one minute and the next we were kissing.
Sara smiles at the memory. 'That kiss to date is the most incredible kiss.'
Sara doesn't want Aras to know about what happened. I agreed not to tell her but I have a bad feeling about keeping this from Aras.
When I spend time with Sara, I feel happy. I feel like I am a normal person.
I would take all of my punishments as long I can spend time with Sara.
Seeing that she is at the end of that entry Sara stands stretching she walks to the kitchen pouring another cup of coffee. She returns to the couch picking up the journal she continues reading.
MIDNIGHT
Sara glances at the clock. "Least I'm not working in the morning." She mutters turning back to the journal.
I told Sara that I love her today. We were at the library in the stacks. She was doing her homework and I just said it.
Sara's mind drifts back to that afternoon.
// Sara meets Ian's thoughtful gaze as they sit in the library stacks. "What?" She asks "And don't tell me nothing, I know that look." She teases.
Ian reaches out cupping her cheek.
"What?" Sara asks nuzzling into his touch.
"I love you Sara." Ian says shyly.
Sara leans in kissing him lightly. "I love you too."
Ian looks at her surprised. "You do?"
Sara nods grinning at him. "Yeah I do." //
Sara blinks back tears at the memory of that afternoon then returns to the journal.
Sara loves me too.
Sara, my beautiful Sara, loves me.
On my way home, I bought Sara a present, a silver ring with a heart. I hope she likes it. I think she will.
At the mention of the ring, Sara thinks back to the night Ian gave it to her.
// Sara sits alone in her and Aras's bedroom when she hears a tap at the window. She looks over and smiles seeing Ian on the fire escape. She jumps up hurrying to the open bedroom door she goes over to the window and pushes it up. "What are you doing here? Aras and Dad are in the living room." She hisses.
"I needed to see you." Ian says.
Sara sighs as he smiles at her. "You saw me now go before Aras comes back."
"I have something for you." Ian reaches into his pocket removing something he holds his hand out palm upward.
When Sara sees the ring in the middle of his palm, she smiles picking it up and looks at Ian. "Ian... it's beautiful. Thank you."
"There's an inscription." Ian says nervously.
Sara looks inside smiling when she sees the words. 'I love you.' Sara blinks back tears her eyes going to Ian's she smiles. "I love you too." Hearing footsteps coming down the hall panic hits. "Go."
"One kiss." He requests.
Sara kisses him quickly. "Now go!" She hisses as the footsteps come closer.
"Bye" Ian grins climbing down the fire escape.
Sara shoves the ring in her pocket as the door opens just as Ian jumps to the ground. As Aras enters the room, she settles on the window seat trying to look relaxed.
"Hey baby sis what are you doing?"
"Oh just getting some air." Sara lies
"Oh OK" Aras flops on her bed opening a magazine.
Sara looks out the window knowing that Ian is out there. //
Sara rests her head against the couch cushions then looks back at the journal while she reads on.
Because I stopped by the jewelry store, I was late for dinner. He hates when I am late. He punished me for being late.
I won't be able to see Sara for a few days... not until my back heals some. By tomorrow morning, I will have bruises covering my back.
Sara winces at his words. "Poor Ian, he was punished for buying me a present."
I hate not being able to see Sara but I don't want her to find out... ever.
She wouldn't understand it... couldn't understand it. I don't want her to know about that part of my life. I love her too much to subject her to the dark side of my life.
"I found out the day we made love." Sara whispers flinching at the memory of the scars and faded bruises she saw on him that afternoon.
Sara's my light, the one good thing in my life.
Sara closes her eyes at his words 'Some way to be your light.' She takes a deep breath then continues reading.
DAWN
Tired yet not wanting to stop reading Sara opens the second journal finding where she left off. She grins at the date written realizing that it is the day her life changed for good.
Things changed between Sara and I today... we made love.
// "Where is Aras?" Ian asks as they sit on the bed.
"Detention again."
"What for?"
"She got caught smoking behind the gym." Sara rolls her eyes "Dad is going to be pissed when he finds out."
Ian reaches out brushing his fingers down her cheek.
"What?"
"You're beautiful." He says
Sara smiles setting her book aside she sits on his lap facing him. "Not so bad yourself." She leans in kissing him lightly then gives him a smile.
Ian reaches up brushing her long hair "I love you Sara." He leans up kissing her.
Sara takes his face between her hands deepening the kiss. As the kiss becomes heated, they find themselves side by side facing each other. "Ian"
"Yes?"
Sara caresses his cheek with the back of her fingers. "I don't want to stop this time. I want to be with you."
"Are you sure?" Ian asks searching her eyes.
Sara nods. "I'm sure." She kisses him their tongues meeting and within minutes their shirt are off. She frowns noticing the scars on his chest. "Ian how...?" She brushes her finger over a scar then looks at him. "Did he do this?" When he doesn't reply she brushes her lips over his. "I'm sorry."
Ian shifts so Sara's under him. "Not your fault." He kisses her "Are you sure about this Sara?" He asks his hands at the waistband of her jeans.
Sara nods "I'm sure."
LATER
"I love you Ian." Sara whispers, as they lie in her bed naked.
"I love you Sara." Ian touches the ring on her finger. The ring she wears only when she is alone or with him. "Know how much I love you?"
"How much?"
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Sara looks at him startled "You do?"
"Yes." Ian nods cupping her cheek he runs his thumb over her lower lip. "One day I want to marry you."
"Really?" Sara asks with a smile. "If you asked me I'd say yes."
"You would?"
Sara nods lacing their fingers. "If we were old enough I'd marry you right now."
Ian smiles "Good to know."
"I have an idea." Sara runs her finger down his nose.
"What is it?"
Sara leans up rubbing her nose against his. "If we're still together the day after my 18th birthday we get married."
"Three years?"
"Three years."
Ian brings her hand to his lips "Three years it is."
"Think we'll be together in three years?"
"I hope so."
Sara kisses him. "I hope so too." She deepens the kiss as the front door opens.
"Hey baby sis you around?" Aras yells
"Oh shit" Sara bolts out of bed.
As they scramble for their clothes Ian speaks, "Sara you need to tell her."
"I will."
"I think she knows something is going on." Ian says as they dress.
"I'll tell her when the times right." Sara says as she pulls the blankets up hoping to hide the evidence of what happened. As she hears footsteps coming down the hall, Sara opens the window grabbing her book. "Come on." She climbs out onto the fire escape with Ian seconds behind her. Just as they settle down on the fire escape and Sara opens her book Aras enters the room.
"Sara."
"Out here" Sara calls glancing at Ian who is looking through a book.
"Oh hey" Aras sticks her head out the window grinning at Ian, "Hey Ian."
Ian glances at Aras. "Hello Aras." //
Sara wipes away the tears that fall as she remembers their conversation. "We never made it that far." She whispers her eyes going back to the journal.
We made love.
Having Sara in my arms... feeling her skin against mine... it was intense.
I told Sara I want to marry her once she is 18. I meant it. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
I know that I am only 17 but being with Sara... I want that. I think we would be happy and normal. I can even see us having a few kids.
Reading his final words tears fill Sara's eyes as her hand falls to her middle. "You already have one." She stands walking to the window she stares out at the morning sky. "You have a little girl out there somewhere." She rests her head against the window, "Somewhere." She echoes.
EARLY AFTERNOON
Danny looks at Sara who is silently sitting beside him in the car staring into space. "OK Pez what is going on?"
"Huh?" Sara looks at her friend startled.
"Since that guy showed up you've been zoning." Danny looks at her. "Want to tell me what's bothering you?"
Sara sighs looking out the window. "I loved him."
Danny starts "What happened?" He asks after a moment.
Sara rests her head against the window. "My sister happened. She told me that Ian was seeing her as well. At the time I believed her and I broke up with him."
"Do you believe her now?"
"I know I should but last night Ian stopped by and gave me his journals from when we were together. I stayed up reading them and now I don't believe what Aras told me."
"What are you going to do?"
Sara shrugs "I don't know." She rubs her forehead. "I know I should apologize to him."
"Are you going to?"
"Sooner or later." Sara says sadly.
EARLY NEXT MORNING
Sara settles on her bed and continues reading the journal.
It has been a week since Sara and I made love.
I haven't seen her in a few days since he's been on a rampage. I miss my Sara. I can't wait to see her.
As she recognizes the date, Sara feels her stomach clench, "Oh god the day I broke up with him."
// Seeing Ian waiting for her Sara slaps him.
Rubbing his cheek Ian looks at Sara his eyes showing his hurt. "What was that for?"
"My sister?! You fucking slept with my sister!"
"What are you talking about Sara? I never slept with Aras!"
"She told me Ian." Sara accuses "How could you?" She demands as tears fill her eyes.
"I never touched her!" Ian argues. "I love you."
"If you love me how could you sleep with my sister?!"
"I didn't"
"I don't believe you." Sara says choking back tears. "I don't ever want to see you again." Sara says turning she runs away from Ian. //
Sara winces at the memory.
Aras told Sara we slept together. We didn't sleep together. I have only been with Sara and she is the only one I want to be with... ever.
I'll try talking to Sara in a few days.
"I never talked to you again." Sara whispers.
CHAPTER 4
WEEK LATER
Sara stares at the phone in her hand and takes a deep breath dialing the memorized number.
"Yes?" Ian says in greeting.
"We need to talk."
"When?"
"Have time tonight?"
"Around 8?"
"I'll be here." Sara says bye hanging up the phone. "Maybe I'll be able to tell you."
8PM
"Still go by the clock." Sara teases as she closes the door behind Ian.
"Still avoid it?" Ian asks with a faint smile.
"Of course." Sara chuckles. "You know that always drove me nuts when we were together."
"What did?"
"You being punctual... at all times."
"Unless I was in trouble."
"Yeah" Sara whispers "Ian?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry for not believing you." She says softly.
"Why didn't you?" He asks softly his eyes showing his hurt.
"She's my sister. I never thought she'd lie to me. I didn't even think she knew about us."
"Well she did... or at least she suspected something."
"Makes me wonder what else she's lied about over the years." Sara mutters her eyes going to the floor. As she feels a warm hand against her cheek, Sara lifts her head her eyes meeting his she swallows heavily feeling tears blur her eyes. She reaches up covering his hand with hers and turns her head pressing her lips against his palm as their eyes lock. "I am so sorry."
Ian lifts his shoulders "I understand." He steps back "She's your sister; you should be able to trust her."
"Where have you been all this time?" Sara asks as they sit on the couch.
"I went to Japan to continue my training and schooling." 'Raising our daughter... alone.' "Joined the military and ended up in Special Forces unit called the Black Dragons." He looks down memories hitting.
At his pained yet thoughtful expression, Sara reaches out her fingers brushing a dark curl back. "What's wrong?"
At her soft question, Ian glances at Sara then at his hands. "The Dragons weren't the normal Special Forces."
"What do you mean?"
Ian takes a deep breath then continues. "My unit and I were used as test subjects for genetic, mental, and physical manipulations. They wanted the perfect soldiers." He stands going to the window. "We became them... deadly and loyal." He leans against the wall. "We did what we were told. If we were ordered to take out a military squad, we did it. If we were ordered to kill someone we did it." He takes a deep breath. "When I left the military I had one more order... kill the unstable members of my unit. I did it. Every member that becomes unstable or starts to break down... I'm the one who has to clean up his messes."
"His?" Sara joins him at the window.
"My Father came up with the idea for the Dragons." He glances at her briefly. "There are only two of us left."
"Why do you stay with him?" Sara questions.
"I have too." He answers 'To keep our child I have to do what he orders.' "At least they don't die painful deaths."
Seeing the pain in his eyes Sara reaches up stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I'm sorry." She leans up kissing him lightly. When she pulls back, Sara searches his eyes, 'He still loves me.' She realizes awed. 'Don't think about that.' She scolds herself. She gently pulls his head down kissing him passionately.
Ian holds her close giving into the kiss. When she pulls away, he cups her cheek watching as a tear falls down her cheek. "Sweet Sara." He wipes the tear away then returns the kiss with equal passion pouring all the emotions he felt for fifteen years into that single kiss.
As they break the kiss, breathing heavily Sara whispers his name her fingers tangling in his chin length locks.
Hearing her whisper his name Ian trails his lips down her neck nuzzling her neck he whispers her name. After a few moments he reluctantly pulls away lifting his head his eyes meet hers. "I should go." He mutters stepping back he starts towards the couch to grab his overcoat when he feels her hand grasp his arm. Ian slowly meets her pained green eyes. 'I should tell.'
Staring into his golden gaze Sara speaks her voice quivering slightly. "Stay with me tonight."
"Sara..." he begins only to be stopped by her lips on his.
"Please Ian" She murmurs against his lips.
At her tone, he kisses her passionately. "I've missed you Sara." He murmurs.
Sara pulls him up to where the bed is.
AFTER MIDNIGHT
Sara takes a deep breath lifting her head from Ian's chest looking at him. "Ian?"
"Yes?" He smoothes her hair back.
"There's something..." She begins only to have the sound of a ringing phone interrupt her.
"I have to get that." Ian says apologetically. He kisses her forehead the moves out from under her and reaches for his pants on the floor by the bed. He removes his phone flipping it open. "Yes?"
Sara watches as Ian's posture changes as he is on the phone.
"Yes sir. I'll be right there." Ian hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair. "I have to get back." He looks at Sara. "He needs me to take care of something."
Sara nods
Ian reaches for his discarded boxer briefs and pulls them on then grabs his pants. "We do need to talk." Ian says as he pulls his pants on.
Sara watches from the bed as Ian dresses. 'Just tell him.' She scolds herself when he sits on the edge of the bed she moves over wrapping her arms around his upper chest.
Ian pauses turning his head his lips brush over her cheek. "We'll talk later."
"All right." She agrees reluctantly as she releases him. Sara climbs out of bed grabbing her robe off the chair in the corner as Ian finishes dressing.
Once his boots are tied Ian walks to the living room area and grabs his overcoat then heads towards the door. As Ian reaches the door, he turns back and gives Sara a small smile.
Sara leans up kissing him lightly. "Bye." She whispers
"Bye" He whispers then walks out of the apartment.
Sara closes and locks the door. 'Why didn't I tell him?' She wonders leaning against the door. "You're scared." Sara rubs her forehead. "More than scared... terrified."
NEXT MORNING
"Hiya, Daddy."
Ian smiles at his daughter's tone. "Morning, Em. You sound happy."
"Half day."
"It isn't parent teacher conference day again is it?" He asks grabbing a shirt from inside his closet.
"Nope, its teacher work day. What are you doing?"
"Nothing much." Ian answers as he pulls the shirt on. "He wants me to look into updating the security system." 'Possibly tell your mom the truth.' "What about you? What are you doing after school?"
"Hang out with Lauren." Emma answers. "I got my paper for English back."
"What did you get?"
"An A."
"Good. I know how hard you worked on it." He glances at the clock. "Are you all ready for school?"
"Almost."
"Well finish getting ready for school. I have to get going myself."
"Oh OK." She grumbles
"Have a good day."
"Bye Daddy." Emma hangs up.
Ian closes his phone putting it in his pants pocket he finishes dressing and hurries down to the dining room. He stops long enough to pat the wolfhounds waiting outside the dining room.
"You're late." Kenneth states
"I was on the phone with Emma." Ian says in explanation nodding at the maid as she sets the plate of food before him.
"Did you tell her you were spending time with her mother?" Kenneth inquires
Ian stiffens at the question and looks at his Father. "No and neither of them are to know until I tell them."
"And why haven't you?"
"I was about to tell Sara when you called."
"I don't see the point in telling either of them."
Ian remains silent not wanting to get into another argument over his decisions.
BOSTON
"So when is your Dad coming back?" Lauren Wilson, Emma's best friend, asks.
Emma lifts her shoulders. "I don't know. He said maybe this weekend." She says spinning her locker combination.
"Man, most kids would be ecstatic having their parents away from home." Lauren shakes her head. "Yet you don't. Girl you are odd."
"My Dad and I are close." Emma shrugs looking through her books. "I guess we're so close because he was still a kid when I was born."
"Least yours wants you." Lauren says bitterly.
"You got a Mom." Emma points out. "I've never met mine."
"Have you asked your Dad?"
"I asked him... he didn't say much. I found out that I have an Aunt though."
"Cool." Lauren states. "Let's get to class and you can fill me in on what your Dad told you."
Emma slams her locker shut following her friend down the hall.
LATE NIGHT: SARA'S APARTMENT
Sara looks at Ian as he lifts his head from her shoulder. She brushes his sweat damp hair back and smiles slightly swallowing a moan as he moves off her. After a few minutes of silence, Sara shifts so she is partially on top of Ian looking down at him she brushes her fingers over his beard. "How long have you had the beard?"
"Almost two years now."
"I like it" Sara smiles "It suits you."
"Glad you like." Ian says amused as he tugs on a strand of her hair. They lie there absorbing each other's presence.
"Guess we should talk." Sara says nervously.
"Guess we should." Ian agrees
Sara is about to speak when the bedside phone rings automatically going to the answering machine. She scowls at the greeting.
"Pez pick up the damn phone!" Danny says annoyed. "Dante's on a freakin' rampage."
Sara growls reaching across the bed her body draping over Ian's and picks up the phone turning off the answering machine. "Damn it Danny what do you want?"
"Not like I woke you."
"What's the deal with calling me?" Sara demands shivering when she feels Ian's fingers slide down her spine. She turns her head glaring at him getting an innocent, 'I didn't do it' look in return. "I'm busy."
"Getting lucky?" Danny snickers.
"None of your damn business!" Sara snaps "What do you want Danny?"
"You turned off your cell."
"It's my night off."
"Yeah well Dante wants you to get in here."
"What did he say?"
"The normal."
Sara groans, "What's going on?"
"Who knows. He won't say anything until everyone is here."
"Fine, I'll be there when I get there." Sara hangs up before Danny can say anything. "I despise that man."
"Who?"
"Dante... my new boss." Sara shifts so their face to face. "I guess we'll have to try this conversation some other time... again. I have to get there before the bastard actually fires me." She kisses Ian lightly then starts to move off him only to have his arms tighten around her not allowing her to move far. "Ian, come on let me up." She laughs lightly.
"I will." He cups her cheek guiding her lips down to his he kisses her thoroughly until both of them are breathless.
"Are you going to let me up now?" Sara asks after a moment.
"Reluctantly." Ian loosens his grip on Sara watching as she climbs out of bed. 'God she's incredible.' He sits up grabbing his discarded clothing pulling them on. Once Ian's dressed, he looks around searching for his boots. "Sara, where did my boots land?"
"I think you kicked them off by the couch." Sara answers as she pulls on some clean clothes.
While pulling on his boots Ian hears his phone ring. He grabs his overcoat and fishes his phone out of the pocket flipping it open. "Yes?"
"Hi Daddy."
Seeing that Sara's attention is diverted Ian speaks. "I have to call you back in a few minutes."
"Oh all right." Emma grumbles hanging up.
"Who was that?" Sara asks curiously.
Ian looks at her briefly, 'Our daughter.' "An old friend." He lies pulling on his overcoat. He walks up to the loft where Sara is finishing dressing and wraps his arms around her shoulders. "See you later?" He nuzzles her neck.
Sara squirms in his arms then turns leaning up, she kisses him. "Of course." She caresses his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "We do need to talk... it's a long overdue conversation."
"We'll have it soon Sara... when we don't get distracted or interrupted." He smoothes a strand of hair behind her ear, "I promise." He kisses her sweetly "I better get going before we end up back in bed."
"I wish." Sara sighs "Get a move on so I can get going with out the distraction of you."
"Oh I'm a distraction?" He says with mock hurt.
"Well considering what we just did for two hours, hell yeah you are a major distraction."
Ian smiles slightly and kisses her again. "Until later." He walks out of the apartment and once on the stairs he removes his phone dialing the familiar number.
"Hi Daddy." Emma greets
"What are you doing out of bed this late?" He asks as he walks out of the building.
"Where are you?" Emma asks curiously
"Don't change the subject. What are you doing out of bed?"
"I can't sleep."
"What's wrong?"
"I dunno."
"Did you have another dream?"
"No."
Ian gets into his car. "Em something is bothering you."
"Daddy, are you still coming home this weekend?"
"As long as there aren't any emergencies here I should be."
"Can't you come home now?"
"Em" Ian pulls into the street "you know I can't."
"But Daddy..."
"Emma we talked about this."
Emma sniffles, "Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep in your bed?"
"Sure but don't eat in my bed."
Emma giggles, "I won't."
"Then get to bed."
"I love you Daddy."
"I love you Emma. Goodnight."
"Night Daddy." Emma hangs up.