Author's Note: To you, NYT, thank you for your suggestion. Couldn't have done this chapter without your input.

"Mama!" Parker could feel tiny hands wrapping around her leg. "Mama!" She repeated raising her arms above her head wanting to be carried. Bending down, Parker picks her two year old daughter up, who's dressed in overalls, with soft brown curls pulled back into a ponytail, her dark brown eyes is a replica of her father's, she sways back and forth in her mother's arms as a lullaby is sung to her.

"Daddy!" She calls out to the man in blue jeans and a leather jacket. "Daddy!" Calling out loudly, pointing a finger at him.

"Shhh, sweetie pie. Quit being so demanding. Where do you get it from?" Miss Parker hears a snicker as Jarod turns to join them.

"What?" Innocently she asked.

"Nothing," he answers holding in his laugh, taking hold of their daughter. She lays her hand on his stubbled face giving him a wet kiss.

Parker smiles at them. "Hey, sweetie, had fun with Daddy today?"

"Fun," she yelled out.

She smiles at her husband and gives him a peck on the cheek, pulling him in a tight embrace.

It's been three years since they planned their escape from The Centre.

Flashback

Miss Parker stared at his wonderfully dangerous brown eyes.

"I believe we were meant to be together. I will always protect you, I will always be by your side. Parker, come with me. I love you."

A passionate night, the lights were dim, he moved in close to her. Their kisses were soft and sweet. His tongue moved around with hers, pulling her down slowly.

"Follow me, Parker. I'll never let you go."

End of Flashback

A dozen red roses in a crystal vase sat on the coffee table, with rose petals around the arrangement in a heart-shaped layout.

"When did you two find the time to get me roses?" She asked gently touching them.

"While you were sleeping," he nuzzled into her ears and whispered.

"We never talk about him." Parker began, changing the subject."

"Who?"

"I know you miss Sydney, I do, too. He'd be happy to hear from us, wouldn't he?"

"It's safer for him if he never knows where we are. We've had this conversation before."

"I know. You think he knows we're together?"

Jarod just nodded. She knew her husband was in deep thought. Several minutes later he spoke out. "Debbie must be a teenager now."

"I really do miss her. I never got to say goodbye. I even miss agonizing poor Broots. Sweetheart, can't we just give them a call?"

Jarod was silent.

"Sweetheart?"

"I don't know. We'll see. Maybe." He put Cathy down and looked out of the window. "When we decided to leave, it was on the understanding we not contact anyone at all."

Parker wrapped her arms around him from behind, laid her face on his back and squeezed him tightly. "Christmas is just around the corner. We could invite them here for the holidays."

"We have a daughter now, she's a part of me. What makes you think The Centre wouldn't want her?"

Parker released her arms and walked away from him. "If something ever happens to us, who'll take care of Cathy? Debbie, Broots and Sidney could be her family," she hissed. "We can't shelter her for the rest of her life!"

"If your father ever found out, he'd want Cathy only because she's my child, The Pretender's child! Even if we wanted to, how would you contact Sydney? Telephone lines are all probably tapped."

"It was just a suggestion. I just want to see them. Let's drop it, okay!"

"Fine!" Jarod shouted.

Parker quickly wiped her tears away.

"Mama, cry?" Their little one asked, tugging at her daddy's pants.

Parker hurriedly walked passed him, but was stopped suddenly when he gently pulled her into his arms. "We'll see, alright? We'll see."

"We see," mimicked Cathy.

TBC - Chapter 6