Dressed in his work clothes Sanderson stormed down the halls of the civilian school, less then pleased. Not only had he been called off the shooting range for an emergency, the principal had refused to allow Diana to bring his son home.

Sanderson was not a happy Delta.

He had a fifteen-minute drive from the base and plenty of time to simmer.

Sanderson came to a stop and opened the door to the principal's office, he stepped inside and saw his son seated in a chair, looking just as happy as his father. Jordan looked up at his fully dressed father, "Hi dad."

"Can I help you sir?"

With a look at the elderly woman with thick glasses and floral dress, Sanderson told her, "Get the principal out here. Right Now."

She began to speak up, Sanderson glared at her, "I had to leave the base. I have shooting to do…in ten minutes my ass is to be on base. Get him out here now or all of my children will be pulled out of this school."

Jordan began to swing his legs, nervously.

He looked up as his Dad took a seat beside him, "I'm sorry dad, I didn't want you to get in trouble."

Sanderson put his hand on his son's knee, "It's ok. I will come and pick you up wherever or whenever you need."

With a small smile Jordan added, "Unless you're out of the country."

"Yeah."

"So who'd you hit?"

"Brad Thompson."

"And who told you it's ok to hit people?"

Jordan was quiet a minute, then he told his father, "Uncle Hoot."

Stunned, Sanderson was grateful when he saw the new principal. He stood up and looked at the young twenty something principal fresh out of college.

Looking between the young olive skinned bright-eyed boy and the blonde haired blue-eyed man, he asked, "Are you Jordan Sanderson's father?"

Suddenly annoyed, Sanderson spat, "No I'm his damn bible study teacher!"

"Sir…please calm down, there is no need for raised voices."

Sanderson narrowed his eyes, then growled, "You have better had a very good reason for not allowing his aunt, who I signed off on, take my son home? And you better have a very good reason."

"There was a fire in our record room. I need you to fill out information for both your children for me."

"Can I do that and send the forms back to school with him? Or come in another day? I have to get back to work."

"No."

With a deep breath, Sanderson then asked, "Can I come by tomorrow then?"

"That would be fine. I will need proof that you are Jordan's father."

Both Sanderson's eyebrows rose, Jordan spoke up, "He is my dad."

"I'll need some photo proof."

As Jordan got up, Sanderson dug in his olive green pants for an id. Jordan stuck his tongue out at the new principal.

Sanderson then gave the principal his military id.

The principal looked from Sanderson's id and then Jordan, who spoke up, "Dude, stop looking at me like that my mom is dead, ok, Alex and I look like her."

At that remark the principal quickly handed Sanderson his id back and forced a smile, "Ok. Well, I'll expect you tomorrow. Also, Jordan told me you live with Diana Gibson, mother of Rachael and Robin Gibson."

"Yes. I'll tell her, lucky you."

Later that evening….

Diana was in the kitchen doing dishes when she heard Sanderson pull into the drive.

Dinner had been a pizza kit, which meant there were no leftovers.

When Jordan came in the house he held a take out bag, excited beyond all measures. He gave Diana the bag and began to talk quickly, "Dad took me to work with him! I got to watch Dad and Uncle Matt and his team train! And then they used live bullets and then they blew up doors! And then, I got to watch they take over a house. Where are Alex and Robin? I wanna tell them!"

Diana took the bag and pointed up, "Alex is in the shower and Robin is in her room cleaning. Did you do your homework with your father?"

"Uh-huh. Is there any pizza left?"

Diana put the bag in the fridge and watched as Sanderson walked past the kitchen window. His work bag in one hand and Jordan's backpack in his other.

"No. Did you father check your homework?"

"No, but his CO did."

Diana cocked an eyebrow, "Alexander?"

Jordan grabbed a cookie from a cracked Garfield Cookie Jar, "Yep. It's all done. Where's Daniel?"

Diana pointed up, "Nursery."

Sanderson came in the house and Jordan raced from the room and Diana yelled, "No funny business! I just put him down and I have the baby monitor!" Sanderson put Jordan's bag on the counter and his bag gently on the floor, he crept up behind Diana and kissed her neck.

"You smell like artichokes and spinach…and olives."

Quickly, Diana turned and kissed him. Sliding her fingers through his hair she pulled him closer, pushing him back into the kitchen counter. Her kiss was desperate for both his reaction and him to need her. As if she were a teenager in love.

At first her kiss surprised him, both the passion and desperation.

Her lips demanded a response , which he answered, his hands wandered as he returned the kiss. His hands wandered around her waist over the baby monitor and jeans and belt. There was both dried pizza dough and marinara sauce on her pants. The denim was old and soft.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him even closer.

Sanderson tried to talk but couldn't, unable to pull his lips from hers even if he wanted to. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, sexy, that he loved her; but he could not will himself away from her.

Not for a minute or even a second.

Diana, however, froze, she broke the kiss and looked at the radio. It loudly broadcasted the bedroom door opening, Jordan walking in the room, and him peering in the crib; "Hey little dude…I got you some candy."

Sanderson felt her take a breath against his chest, to yell, when he began to kiss her neck, "Oh forget it Diana…let him feed him candy. We'll get like six minutes of privacy." She groaned against him as his lips traveled, and then his tongue, from her neck to her ear.

Diana closed her eyes and leant completely against Sanderson, "Until Daniel starts throwing up…Oh God don't stop that."

Sanderson's hands wandered up and onto her black button up men's shirt. With one hand he unbuttoned the top button and cradled her neck with the other, kissing lower down her neck, he unbuttoned another button and then another until his lips found her bra strap. Slowly he began to nibble on the skin around the strap with his lips.

"What are you doing?"

Both Diana and Sanderson froze at Rachael's young voice.

Sanderson stood up and glanced over Diana's shoulder as she buttoned up her shirt, "Nothing sweetie. Did you finish your homework?"

In fuzzy slippers and a nightshirt she nodded, "Yeah. Are you going to read me story? You promised to read from Harry Potter every night."

All buttoned up, Diana turned but Sanderson kissed her cheek, "I'll go read story."

With a nod Diana smiled, she ran a hand through her hair and looked to her daughter, "I'll be up when story time is over."

Sanderson walked past her and scoopedRachael up on his hip. As he left the kitchen he told her, "I'll get the kids in bed."