Jake and Hamilton were sitting by the docks as it was a little warmer now. They were sitting relatively close – but not too close – and talking in loud whispers.

"So I've decided that I'm gonna look after the baby myself – no, don't say anything" Jake exclaimed as she saw her Hammie open his mouth to reply. He shut it and folded his arms. "I can't leave the kid to my mother, it's not fair. And I can't leave it to be passed from childminder to babysitter to childminder, the kid won't have the chance of a proper childhood. And Consuela is very nice and all, she looked after me great, but it's not fair on either of them to leave them by themselves. I've got no choice – I've got to take it myself. I don't know if I can leave or what, I might go live in the town if I can't stay here with it. But I am determined to give the baby a chance, and if that means I have to raise it myself, then I will!" she'd gotten all fired up, and Hamilton could see that he'd never manage to talk any sense into her on that day.

He stared up at the sky while Jake kept talking, making plans of his own. He wasn't sure if Jake would be allowed to keep a baby in school – he sincerely doubted it. And there was nowhere in town she could stay indefinitely with a screaming infant – he knew that for a fact…

As he mused silently, Jake realised he wasn't listening and trailed off, staring at him. Man he's beautiful! she thought, staring at his perfect smile, his strong rippling muscles, and his eyes, eyes so blue she drowned in them every time she even shot him a glance. I'm lucky – no, not even lucky. Privileged. Privileged to have such a gorgeous guy who's mine, who loves me as much as I love him.

"Hey, boy?" she said softly, "What you thinking about?" he flicked his azure gaze on her and replied thoughtfully,

"Just how this is going to work. Don't worry, we'll get it to all be ok." He flashed her a reassuring smile, then bounded off the bed in a single supple movement. "But I've got to go – I'm hungry!"

"Awwwwww Munchie, don't leave me now." She grinned at the frown that creased his forehead as he heard the nickname he hated.

"Jaaaaake!" he whined, "You know I hate that. Anyway, I have to go – it's not like they ever keep food by the docks!" and he was out of the door and gone, before she even had time to protest at his leaving without a kiss.

Ah me! She thought, feeling poetic. My sunshine has gone.