A/N: I have had probably the single most shitty week of my life, so what did I do? I decided to write...it's therapy. Anyway, it's not the best chapter I've ever done, but I'm trying to stick to the other stories.

I made a mistake in a previous chapter. I said that Emily and Dave had been divorced for 11 years, but that would mean they got divorced when Chase was 6. In Perfect I said they were divorced when she was 8. So in actualality that would make it 9 years. Instead of changing the chapter, I thought I would admit to the mistake. I know this is fiction, but I want to stick to the other two stories as much as possible. Sorry.

Princess Mel, you said you can't wait until they say I love you and it will be romantic...sorry to break it to you, but I have to stick to how it happened in Perfect. I'll try to make it as sweet as possible though. Ok, enough of this...on with the show.

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Meet the Parents

"Say my name…" Dave could listen to Britain's breathy voice whining his name for the rest of his life. It was something about the way she said "Davey", the name that he usually hated, that did it for him. That name would never sound right coming from anyone other than her and especially not the way that she whined it.

Britain closed her eyes and concentrated on what her body was feeling, that and the sound of Dave's labored breathing and the slight gasp he made as he approached his end. "Davey…" It was almost too good to be true…almost.

Dave laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. Trying to catch his breath while still listening to her soft whimpering, was enough to get him hard again. "God, I miss you." He adjusted the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he reached over to get a tissue. Although he wouldn't admit it, Britain had a point; it was nearly impossible for them to have a relationship.

They hadn't seen each other in six weeks…48 days, 2 hours and 14 minutes to be exact. Between him only getting 3 days off a week with his kids and her traveling in Europe, neither had been able to find any time to see the other. They missed each other and phone sex was no longer cutting it; not that either were willing to stop trying though.

"Can you come see me this week?" He was almost desperate in his plea. He was sure he was going to rip up some shit if he couldn't see her soon.

Britain sighed with a soft moan. "No. I'll be in Rome." She rolled over and grabbed her planner.

"What about next week?"

She flipped through the pages and let out a frustrated grunt. "I'll be in San Diego. It's my brother's graduation. What about the week after?"

Dave was almost frantic. He was sure he was going to die from blue balls. "Fuck… Chase's graduating that Friday. Can you come to that?"

Britain was shocked. "I don't know if I should. That's a family thing." She would have loved to go to Chase's graduation, but that should only be reserved for those important people in her life. Granted over the past few weeks, she had talked to Chase a few times. Mainly about how Britain's plans to get Chase a prom date worked and how cute the boy Josh was in his tux. The next call was a little less pleasant when Chase just went on and on about how Dave ruined the prom for her because her date refused to even dance with her after he talked to him. "What about that next Monday? I'll be home."

"I have the girls. Emily's going to a conference with her job. I have a week off."

"I wouldn't mind if they came. I just don't know how Alli would feel."

Dave clinched his phone in his hand, threatening to break it. "Why can't I see you while you're in San Diego? We'll be in Sacramento."

"That's not exactly next door. But…" She thought about how she could phrase it without hurting his feelings. "I have to go to my brother's graduation. That would mean you'd have to go too."

"So?"

"That would mean you'd have to meet my parents." Britain was not ashamed of her parents, but having Dave meet them was a huge step.

"Okay." Dave failed to see the problem. "And after that, you could come to Chase's graduation and spend that next week with us at my house."

When did they become a blended family? When was it suddenly alright for them to spend their alone time together with the other people they held dear? "Wait a minute…back up. You want to meet my parents?"

Dave smiled. "Yeah…why wouldn't I?"

"Because that means you'd have to meet my dad. We'd have to sleep there and you'd be on the couch in the living room and my Dad would be sleeping on the bottom step with a shotgun." She knew her father wasn't that bad, but he had be known to surprise her before. She hadn't even told her parents about Dave.

"Look, he's just a guy. I'm a father too; I understand that it may be a little uncomfortable." Dave was sure he could charm the man. He was charismatic like that. Besides, if his daughter was that free spirited and adventurous, he couldn't be that strict. "So…am I going to see you next week or what?"

Britain thought about it and shook her head. "Yes. I don't believe this…"

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Dave looked around the airport anxiously. He was tired; he literally had finished Raw and went straight to the airport. The flight from Sacramento to Los Angeles was uneventful but hopefully the half hour drive from LAX to her parents' would be.

Being 6'5" normally gave him an advantage, he could easily see over people. This morning, however, it had its downside. It was hard to be as large as he was and not be recognized. He stood in the middle of screaming teenagers and die hard wrestling fans, signing autographs. Every now and then he would pop his head up to see if he could catch a glimpse of who he waiting for.

Britain and X looked around for Dave. He was big enough that they should have been able to spot him without a problem. As anxious as she was to see him, it seemed like there were a million people in her way.

"What's going on over there?" X pointed to small group of people and screaming girls.

Britain couldn't really tell, but she smiled anyway. "Dave." As they made their way toward the crowd, her heart started to race. She waited patiently in the line of young women for her chance to get an autograph from him. "Quick, give me something he can sign."

"I think he's already signed every part of you by now." X shot at Britain rolling her eyes. She could think of a million different things she could be doing besides being at LAX at one in the morning. She handed Britain a piece of paper and a pen and watched as her friend made her way through the crowd toward the man in the middle.

Dave looked up and noticed a smile that made his heart melt. He couldn't stop smiling back at her. She was beautiful. She had on white shirt and long denim skirt, with a split up the side giving him a hint of her leg. "And who should I make this out to?" He gently took the pen from her hand letting his fingers intertwine with hers.

"Britain." She bit her lip when he cocked his head to the side. She was too captivated by his black button down shirt with the top of his chest exposed and those black slacks that hugged his behind so well, to really pay attention to anything else.

Dave smiled and scribbled something on the paper before handing it back to her. He laughed when he saw her expression regarding the dirty little note he wrote her.

"Oh really?" She stepped in closer to him and smiled. She didn't think he would acknowledge her in front of his fans, but she was quickly surprised when he wrapped her in a warm hug, lifting her off the ground. "Well it's a good thing I'm not wearing any underwear." She whispered in his ear and could feel him sigh as he squeezed her tighter. By the time her feet touched the floor, his lips were on hers. She could give a shit about the people watching them. All she knew was she was in Dave's arms and she couldn't be happier about it.

Dave pulled away and took her by the hand. "Can we get out of here now?" He let her lead him over to where X was standing and he smiled at the smaller woman. "X…how's it going?"

"Not as good as it will be for you, but I can't complain." X smiled as she turned towards the exit. "Oh and no stains in my truck."

Dave didn't know what she meant by that comment, but he quickly found out. Britain sat in the back of the Expedition and motioned for Dave to join her. Before he could even think about putting on the seatbelt, Britain was on top of him, straddling him… kissing him. He had hoped to wait until they reached their destination, but he wasn't going to stop her. Hell, it had been forever since he was with her and sex in a moving vehicle was something new for him.

Britain refused to give him time to protest. She had his pants unbuttoned and pulled down enough to do what she needed. She hiked her skirt up and that was all she wrote. She wanted to respect her friend driving, so she tried to keep her noise to a minimum, but with almost two months of no sex it was impossible. It was quick, it was awkward, and it was just a sample. "That was just the first one right?" She asked burying her head in the bend of his neck.

"Wait until I get you alone." Dave breathed in the scent of her hair and knew for sure that being at her parents' house was going to be the death of him. He couldn't have her how he wanted her in her father's house, but it was better than nothing.

Britain looked up at him and smiled. "We're gonna stay at Christina's tonight and tomorrow we'll go to my parents." Britain covered all the bases. She was going to spring Dave on her parents after they had a good night's sleep and would be better at receiving him. Plus, they had weeks of catching up to do before they took that plunge. It was going to be a long night, but it was going to be so worth it.

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Britain was truly X's best friend. Anyone who would volunteer their house to two people who went at it all night and did not attempt to be quiet or discrete was more than a friend, she was an angel. However, at 4:30 in the morning, X felt anything but angelic.

She padded her way down the hall and swung open the door to the guest room without knocking. "Look, I can dig that you haven't seen each other in awhile and I'm all for getting your freak on. But it's 4:30 in the fucking morning. Bust a nut and shut the fuck up. Oh…and you have a nice ass by the way." X closed the door behind her and walked sleepily back to her room.

"Thanks?" Dave said loud enough for X to hear him. "Think she's mad?" He crawled back the up the bed toward Britain's face. He could not get enough of her. He was determined to make up for everyday they were away from each other.

Britain smiled happily. She didn't really care if X was mad at her or not. "No…she's jealous. Dry spell…" Now that she was happily involved, she would have to work on getting someone for her best friend.

Dave pulled Britain to his chest and closed his eyes against the warmth of having her next to him. "We should introduce her to one of my friends."

"Hell no. I actually like some of your friends. They wouldn't like me anymore if X got to them." Britain thought about what kind of guys X liked and that would not be beneficial to anyone.

"What about John?"

"What about John?" X and John were the same type of person. They were too much alike, they would kill each other. "He's her type but, besides animalistic sex…that's a no go. She's off the hook."

It was funny coming from her. Dave didn't think Britain was that tame. "You don't know Cena."

"He couldn't handle her. John's rough around the edges, but he's a nice guy." She found drawing lazy circles on his chest comforting. It had so long since she could just be close to a man and actually enjoy talking to him. It didn't matter what they were talking about, it just felt right. "I don't think she'll settle down again. She's more of the one night stand type."

"Yeah, like you were supposed to be, right?" Dave mocked Britain remembering how she tried to escape after their first night together. "You didn't really want to leave that night did you?" When she shook her head, he nodded. "Just like I doubt that that's all she really wants."

The reason behind it all was too long to go into. It was a complicated story, but if Dave was serious about this, he should know. She trusted him. "Don't tell her I told you this, but her boyfriend died a few years ago. She's never really gotten over it."

Dave felt sorry for Christina. He didn't really know her that well, but she seemed nice enough. She was cute, she was fun, and she was friends with Britain. "That's why she needs to meet John." It made perfect sense. Why could Britain see that? "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but she's his type. She's a little loose, she's blunt…he'd be all over her."

"It's more complicated than that." She went on to tell him the reason that X didn't date, the reason that everything with her was so complicated. "She blames herself and she won't get close to anyone because of her."

Dave closed his eyes. It was too much to try to concentrate on this whole Christina being lonely thing when he wasn't even sure what was in store for him and Britain. "You don't have any deep dark secrets like that, do you?"

"No." You'll never find out. Britain lied to him with a straight face. It was for his own good, or maybe it was for hers. She really liked Dave; she was falling in love with him. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

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Dave sat in the passenger's seat trying to be cool. He refused to let Britain know that he was nervous. He was a father, the same as Britain's dad; he knew what it was like to have a little girl that you only wanted the best for. But thinking about the many different positions he had her father's little girl the night before, made him a little uncomfortable.

He watched the casual way Britain wheeled X's truck through the upper-middle class neighborhood. There were large houses on a palm tree lined street. Every driveway held some big expensive car in it. Britain didn't strike him as a rich girl, but judging from the neighborhood her parents lived in, he was starting to wonder. What if they're snobs? He had money of his own, but Dave grew up poor. He was poor until a few years ago. He worked his ass off to get where was he was now; what if they didn't respect that?

Britain turned to him and knitted her brows as she pulled into the driveway. "Okay…it's like this. I haven't actually told them about you yet." She took in his face and winced. "I know…but it's too late now. Here's what you need to know. My dad's accent is really thick. If you don't understand him, just nod. My mom is the touchy-feely type; don't be surprised if she hugs you a lot. You've got muscles; she might even feel you up." She laughed at Dave's questioning expression. "And then there's my brother. He's a punk. He's a good kid, but he thinks he's a bad ass. You can bitch slap him if you want. I usually do." With the background in place, Britain got of out the truck and waited for Dave on the stairs.

Dave stood back and watched as Britain used her key and opened the door. The house was beautiful and it smelled like cinnamon. The living room had so many pictures in it; he couldn't wait to be alone to study them all. Everything felt so tranquil. It was hard to believe that people actually lived there or that Britain, whose taste different so much from her parents, actually grew up in that house.

"Vati?" Britain yelled through the house. It was something she had done as a child. Instead of walking around looking for people, she would stand in the living room and yell at the top of her lungs. "Mami?" She looked over at Dave and shrugged.

They both turned toward the stairs when they heard footsteps. Dave studied the young man as he made it down to the living room, trying to see any resemblance between him and Britain. He was young, in his early 20s and only a few inches shorter than Dave. He was slim yet muscular and was brown skinned with hazel eyes. Just by looking at him, Dave thought he was probably just a friend of the family. That was until he took in his heart warming smile; that smile was the only thing that reminded him of Britain.

"What's up Evilmean?"

Britain rolled her eyes. "Nothing, asshole." She turned to Dave and shook her head. "Unfortunately, this jerk is my little brother, Croix, but you can call him Asshole. Asshole this is Dave."

"Kannte Vati ihn kam?" Did Daddy know he was coming? He asked Britain and smiled when she shook her head. "Nice to meet you." Croix stuck out his hand to shake Dave's. "So why are you here with my sister? You slumming?"

"Shut up." Britain said slapping him across the chest. She hated the way her brother was laughing at her. "Where are they anyway?"

"Out back. You know how Ma is…she has to have every meal on that stupid patio." Croix led Dave and Britain outside and stood there smiling devilishly as his parents looked up. "Look who I found. And look…she has a guest."

Dave instantly understood that Britain and her brother loved to get the each other in trouble. It made him more nervous about meeting her parents. "Good afternoon." He spoke to the people sitting outside.

"Ma…this is Dave. This is my mother Mia Weis." Britain caught her mother's eyes and tried not to smile. She watched as Mia stood up and hugged Dave.

"It's really nice to meet you." Dave saw where Croix got his color, but Britain got her looks. Britain looked exactly like her mother, only she was taller and lighter. Mia had the same long hair that he had grown to love on Britain. She had that smile that could light up a room and it was apparent that Britain had inherited all of her mother's curves. He had to push that image out of his mind because he was soon thinking about if she looked exactly like Britain without clothes on.

"And this wonderfully handsome man is my Vati…Johan Weis." Britain hugged the older gentleman from behind and kissed his cheek. "Vati…this is Dave, my boyfriend." She held her breath for a minute feeling her father sigh and slump slightly. She knew he didn't want to deal with another one, but this is what father's did.

Johan reluctantly stood up and reached out for Dave's hand. "Dávid."

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." Dave flashed that smile which a received a head shake from Britain. He could finally see how Britain and Croix were related. Although Croix was dark, he looked like her father. And Britain owed those beautiful eyes, that he could stare for days, to her father.

What's with this sir shit? "Ma…I'm hungry." She turned to her mother. "What are we having?" She cut her eyes at Dave and then looked at the chair. He got the hint and had a seat next to her father. As soon as she was inside and the sliding glass door was closed she turned to her mother.

"He's cute!" Mia smiled. "Where did you find him?"

"I know…and he's so nice, Ma." She and her mother worked around each other fixing plates. "I met him at work. I went out with him and didn't think anything would come of it, but he's… Oh my God. And, I met his kids…"

"Kids…as in more than one?"

"As in three." Okay, maybe not the strongest selling point. "But they're really cool."

Mia was going to let that one slide, but she needed to know more about the man than Britain was giving her. "What does he do?"

Strike two. "Wrestles?" She held her breath and waited for the screaming to start. Her mother always had away of cutting through the shit and getting straight to the point.

Mia put down the spoon that she was holding and turned toward her daughter. "Uh-uh. We've been through this before."

"He's not like Marcus, Ma. Dave's a nice guy. I've been seeing him about 5 months already and he's been nothing but a gentleman. He doesn't do steroids, he isn't angry; he hasn't disrespected me in any way. I really like him." Britain pleaded with her mother's eyes. She needed for her understand. "I'm happy."

Mia walked over to her daughter and hugged her. "You're in love." She could read that child like a book, she always could. And if Mia could see it, her father was bound to. "Your Vati's going to have a heart attack."

"I forgot about him." Britain walked outside to do damage control. She sat a plate in front of Dave and sat across from him and next to her father.

"What is it you do?" Johan sat back in his chair and studied Dave's face. He wanted to know what kind of man his daughter was bringing home for him to meet. And right now, that little goatee that Dave was sporting was pissing him off.

Dave took a sip of the lemonade that Mia placed in front of him. "Thank you." He sat down his glass and looked over at her father. "I wrestle with the WWE. I am a former body builder and I got into the business about four years ago."

Johan was unimpressed. He looked over at his daughter, who was narrowing her eyes, then at his wife who was shaking her head. "And where are you from?"

"I'm from Washington, DC…but I live in Florida with my children." It sounded better in his head then it did when it came out of his mouth.

Britain kicked her brother, who was sitting next to Dave, under the table. He hated that stupid snicker of his.

"Children? Hmm." Johan was expressionless, but something about this man did not sit well with him. "What are zer ages?" There was really no need in getting friendly with Dave. All Johan wanted was the vital information before he made his decision.

Dave took a breath. "I have three daughters. Chase is 17, Madison just turned 14 and Allin will be 12 in two weeks."

Johan could feel himself cringe. "And you are?"

"36." Dave managed to squeak out. He had hoped to charm him before answering these kinds of questions; time didn't allow for that.

Johan turned to Britain and looked her in the eye, the same pale blue-grey eyes that he had. "Ich mag nicht dieses. Er ist für dich zu alt." I don't like this. He's too old for you. He didn't care if he was being rude; speaking in a language that Dave didn't understand.

Britain kept a smile on her face as she looked at Dave. "Vati…"

"Er hat drei Kinder." He has three children. Just in case Britain wasn't keeping score, Johan needed to inform her.

"Nicht jetzt, Vati." Not now, Daddy. She wasn't going to let her father ruin this. "I've met his daughters and I like them. They are very sweet."

Johan turned to Dave with a serious question on his mind. "You are not married, with children?"

Dave had lost this battle. "No sir…not anymore. I've been divorced twice." It really couldn't get much worse. He hadn't made the best first impression.

"Nein…" No. Johan sat his napkin on his plate and folded his hands on the table. He wasn't the type of man to get agitated, but that didn't mean he was giving the go ahead. "Ich genehmige nicht." I don't approve.

Britain turned her head to her father and frowned. "Ich interessiere mich nicht. Ich mag ihn wirklich und ich wünsche dich zu ihm nett sein. Bitte Vati?" I don't care. I like him and I want you to be nice to him. Please Daddy?

Mia looked at her son and raised her brow. "What are they saying?" She only spoke basic German words. She may have been married to Johan for 25 years, but they always spoke English to each other and for some other things, there was a universal language.

Croix looked between his mother and Dave. "They're arguing." Croix gave them the brief translations, as Johan and Britain went back and forth. "Vati doesn't like the fact that you've been divorced or that you have grown kids. He thinks you're too old for her. She should be more responsible … make better choices…he's mad…young women… men take advantage… Britain doesn't care that Vati's mad…be nice to you…and you wonder why I don't bring anyone home...you don't act like that when Croix brings skanks home. How the hell did I get involved in this?" Croix looked at his sister confused. "Ma, she's being a brat."

"Shut up." She managed to get in before she turned back to her father. "Vati, ich liebe dich aber du wissen, daß ich ihn sehen werde Hammel, den du es oder nicht magst. So konntest du Gebrauch an ihn außerdem gelangen." Daddy, I love you, but you know I'm going to see him whether you like it or not. So you might as well get used to it.

"Nein!" No! Johan slammed his hands on the table, even if this display of authority was only to frighten Dave. The truth was Johan knew his daughter she was headstrong, she always had been. He knew nothing he could say would change her mind once she made it up. "Britannien…" When she dropped her eyes from his, his heart broke. He would give his children the sun and the moon if he could. He never wanted to see any kind of sadness and or disappointment on their faces. Johan held up his hand defeated. "Fine. You come to the ceremony, no? We will have fun." Johan offered a half smile in Dave's direction before he excused himself from the table.

Mia got up to follow. But before she did, she walked around to Dave. She put her arms around him from behind and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry about him. He's always like that when it comes to her. You'll grow on him." She patted Dave's shoulder and went in search of her saddened husband.

"You manage to walk in here for five minutes and get everyone all bent out of shape." Croix shook his head at his older sister. "You better have bought me a really expensive present since you'll be getting all the attention today."

"If you don't get out of here in 30 seconds, you won't live to go to your graduation or get your present."

Croix stood up and challenged Britain with his smile. "Loser."

"Dickhead." She smiled back. Britain made her way over to Dave's side of the table and sat on his lap. "That didn't go so well, huh? You wanted to meet them."

He shrugged. It was to be expected, considering. "It wasn't so bad. I can totally understand your father being less than thrilled with you bringing me home." Really, who was he kidding? Britain made him feel young, but the truth is he was old with three teenage daughters. He knew for a fact that if one of his girls would have a brought a man with his past home, he would kill him. This was the first time that Dave had ever considered that Britain was right, them being together was impossible.

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Even though Britain would never tell her brother, she was proud of him. He graduated from college, something she never did. They had a great day, her father even made nice with Dave. Mia seemed especially happy to have him around. She was sure all of the people in the restaurant thought Dave was her date, the way she laughed at his jokes and kept finding a reason to touch his biceps. But truthfully, Britain wouldn't have it any other way. Her father loved her enough to worry about her and her mother just wanted her happy. Even her brother showed that he was protective of her; they may have argued and made smart comments to each other, but it was the way they showed affection. It was a good day and Britain loved her family more than ever.

She laid on the bed in her old room for an hour after her parents went to bed. Silently, Britain opened her door and crept down hall. She put her ear to her parents' door and made a face at the noises she heard. At least they were occupied. With her brother out partying and with her parents indisposed, she made her way down the stairs only to see Dave sitting on the couch looking at a photo album. "What are looking at?" She sat beside him and peered at the book.

"You. You were so cute." He laughed at the pictures of her and her family when she was a child. "Why do these some of these say Britannien and some say Bretaña?"

She smiled. "The word Britain is pronounced Britannien in German and Bretaña in Spanish, but my name is English. My dad usually calls me Britannien except when he's mad."

Dave closed the book and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry today didn't go so well."

"Don't be. I'm not." She didn't care what anyone thought. If she wasn't going to let Hunter or Emily drive her away, what the hell did he think she was going to let her father do? He was wrapped around her finger. "I want you here."

It was a risk and he knew it, but he was willing to suffer the consequences. Dave kissed her and knew right away that he couldn't let her go. So what, he may be older and twice divorced, but it felt right being with her. Even making love to her on the couch in her father's living room with him right upstairs didn't feel wrong. Neither did making love on the kitchen counter, but the laundry room…that might have been wrong. Especially when Croix pulled his car into the garage and entered the house through that door… not that Britain cared.