Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story or the Bob the Builder character, lol.

So here we go ladies a quick chapter for today, hope you all like it! Wouldn't it be nice if we wrote for the show and were able to have certain things happen? hehehe


Simon smiled awkwardly. "Uhh, hi Ruthie, Martin," he stepped out, almost stumbling over his own feet to give his sister a quick hug and Martin a nervous handshake.

He glanced over his shoulder and released a sigh of relief when Sandy came into the room. "Look who's here, Martin and Ruthie," Simon announced with a pleading look in his eyes for her to save him.

Sandy laughed and patted his shoulder in sympathy. "I know. Martin called me last night and asked to spend the day with Aaron. Come on in guys and make yourselves at home, I'm just finishing up packing Aaron's diaper bag."

They slid past Simon with confused, curious looks on their faces before settling down on the green flowered sofa.

"So," he said, clapping his hands together as he sat in a chair across from them, "you two are finally seeing each other hunh? That's great, I'm so happy for you two. You just watch your step there Martin, that's my little sister and I don't like to see her get hurt. Wow can you believe the time?" he rambled and laughed nervously, bouncing his knee and looking at his watch before getting up to pace the room.

Ruthie raised an eyebrow and relaxed back onto the sofa and Martin's arm. "Simon, where's Rose?" she asked out of politeness and a burning desire to know what was going on.

Simon hesitated, grinning at his sister and boyfriend who were waiting for an answer. "Hunh? Oh you mean Rose, my fiancée Rose. She's meeting with an old friend of hers, Mikel, for lunch and then looking over some flower arrangements or something. She kicked me out of the apartment saying that she needed to concentrate on finding just the perfect ones," he answered when Ruthie tried to interrupt.

"I mean, they are just flowers, slap a few together and they look great, right? How hard can that be?" he laughed, looking to Martin to back him up. "So I decided to come and visit a friend." He blushed.

"Here we are." Sandy whisked into the room with Aaron on her hip, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder. "Now, there's enough formula and diapers in there for a few hours, if you need more you know where the key is. Oh, it is so good to see you Ruthie," she hugged Ruthie tightly as she and Martin rose from the couch.

"You too Sandy. You got a nice place here," she said, glancing around the tiny, but neat apartment.

"Thanks. Do you want to hold him?" she asked her when a look of longing crossed Ruthie's face.

She glanced over at Martin and he smiled reassuringly. Opening her arms, she gingerly held Aaron and flushed with happiness as his daddy's green eyes looked up at her with trust, a tiny hand tapping her chin as if he was trying to draw her closer to him. Martin came up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and reached a hand over to rest a warm hand on his son's soft downy head.

"Looks like you two have everything you need," she handed Martin the diaper bag and kissed her son on the forehead as Simon walked to her side. "Bye my love, mommy will see you later. You be a good boy."

Aaron gurgled as if answering her, bouncing his miniature legs in his dark blue "Bob the Builder" overalls. Simon touched her shoulder; she glanced back at him with a beaming, contented look on her face. She flushed at the knowing looks Ruthie and Martin threw her and shook her head as if trying to tell them not to read too much into Simon being at her apartment.

"Simon and I are heading out for a late breakfast and then a drive around the city. Maybe we'll see Rose along the way at some point?" she asked, her fingers crossed behind her back, hoping they didn't but too polite to say otherwise.

Ruthie choked back a laugh because no matter how hard Sandy was trying to hide it, she knew that she wasn't overly fond of Rose either.

"All right, we'll see you guys later, I'm starving," Simon groaned and held his stomach as everyone laughed at him.

As soon as the door was closed, Martin sank back down onto the couch and pulled Ruthie and Aaron into the curve of his chest, stroking her hand as she fussed over the baby.

"So how long do you think they'll pretend like they don't have feelings for each other?" Martin asked. "Cause its pretty obvious that no one can stand Rose."

"That's an understatement," Ruthie retorted, looking up into his eyes. "I'm sure she's a good person, somewhere in there…but you'll have to take a high powered magnifying glass to find it."


I've said it once, but I'll say it again, you guys are awesome...its hard not to cry myself while reading your reviews, hehe, anyways, I hope to write some more sometime this week. Does anyone have any suggestions or idea's that they'd like to see in the story?