AN: it would be nice to say that i had a valid excuse for going MIA, the truth is I got caught up in school, work, boyfriend type person thing, and bouncing around the states, now I am back in need of procrastination. So without further adieu. Chapter 4!

.4.

Get a Clue

"Jude wants me to set her up with someone," Tommy told Kwest as he drove home.

Kwest rose a brow at his friends statement. "Okay."

"I don't think I can do it."

"You're not---"

"Jude is my best friend, man. She's Ava's godmother. I can't just set her up with anybody."

"Are you sure that's the only reason?"

"I love my wife and my girls."

Kwest let out hearty laugh.

"When I met you, man.. Who knew one day play boy Tommy Q would have two little girls? The irony. Oh, the irony," Kwest laughed. " What are you going to do when the girls are old enough to date?"

"That will never, ever happen. EVER," Tommy ranted. "No. They will go to all girl-- No.. They are being locked in their rooms until I'm dead."

"What if Ava brings home a guy just like you?"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

Kwest chuckled with glee. He was going to have fun with this.

"Yup, Ava will walk in with some guy who calls himself Timmy R."

"I'll buy a gun and shoot him."

"Sam, I think you need to leave Tommy and come live with me," Jude joked as she snagged a piece of home made tiramisu from the counter.

Sam laughed and checked on the chicken in the oven. " Leave Tommy with the girls? Haha. He would show up on the door step in tears."

Jude giggled at the image of Tommy with Bianca strapped to his chest and Ava on his hip, crying.

"Can you teach me to cook?" Jude asked, munching on a pepperoni that had been in the salad. She was having dinner with the Quincys. Her own kitchen would not be fully operational till tomorrow. The again, it really didn't matter. Unlike Sadie and Sam, Jude burnt water. She lived off cereal, macaroni and cheese and whatever she ordered. Cooking was something she needed to learn to do.

"Food Network. Learn it. Live it. Love it," Sam replied as she maneuvered her way around the large kitchen. " So, Jamie faxed me all the final details of the Philips deal. You did good, Jude. Fiona has quite the voice."

"Doesn't she? I am so excited. You have no idea. It just feels so right."

Samantha smiled softly at her friend.

"Where's that husband of yours? I am starving." Jude complained. She walked over to the table and playfully tousled Ava's hair. Ava giggled and continued to gnaw on the carrot in her mouth.

"He's with Kwest. Kwest was yelling how Ava is going to bring home a little Timmy R. I don't know. Kwest is all too happy that Tommy is the father of two little girls."

"Well, it is pretty amusing. Speaking of bringing home boys, do you know of any cute, available men?"

"How cute? What type? All the major details?"

Jude sat back in her chair and pondered the questions. Before she could answer, a loud cry came from the baby monitor.

"Can you check on the chicken in like 2 minutes? If I don't get up there right now "Tommy's mini me" is going to start shrieking at the top of her lungs."

"Sure," Jude nodded and continued coloring with Ava.

"What are you doing here?" Tommy asked walking through the back door.

"DADDY!" Ava squealed. Ava proceeded to push on her chair.

Tommy laughed and pecked Ava on the top of the head.

"Hey Princess. Where's mommy?"

"Wit Binks. Tister crying,"

"Bianca's crying?"

"Uh-huh."

From the corner of his eye, Tommy observed Jude smiling at his daughter. Their eyes met for a second.

"I should go see your sister. Don't burn my dinner, woman."

"Blah- blah- blah," Jude teased, leaning over to cuddle Ava.

Tommy walked up the stairs with his mind swirling with thoughts.

"Oh, don't cry, my love. Mommy is here," he could hear Sam cooing. Tommy stood in the hall and watched Sam with their other daughter.

Motherhood suited her just as well as the music industry did. He loved to watch her with the girls. It was his reminder how lucky he was.

"How are my girls?" he asked.

"Sleepy," Sam replied with a tired smile.

Tommy reached out to take the quiet Bianca into his arms. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, curiously.

"I'm locking them both in the basement as soon as they are old enough to attract boys."

Samantha rolled her eyes.

"You are not locking the girls in the basement. My father threatened that with me, now look at me."

"Fine, can we move to Europe and buy a castle? I can lock them in a turret."

Samantha wrapped her arms around Tommy's waist and leaned her head against his back.

"You do realize by creating more obstacles it will only be more fun for them, right? It will just make the pursuit much sweeter."

Tommy turned in his wife's arms and kissed her.

"Like the time your dad had me arrested for being on his property without HIS permission."

"And I had to sneak out incognito to get you out of jail."

"Then we spent the weekend hiding out."

"And then my friends sent someone after you because they thought you had a red head on the side."

Tommy leaned down and kissed Sam again. It was always nice when they could laugh about the crazy things they had done to be together. If only love was enough.

Jude sat next to Ava making funny faces. Ava was shoving her vegetables on Jude's plate and looking away.

"Av, eat your veggies," Sam said, placing a piece of broccoli on Ava's little plate.

Ava scrunched her up her face in disgust.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she cried out, flinging her broccoli. It hits Tommy in between the eyes. Sam and Jude looked at Tommy. And they looked at Ava. Finally, they looked at each other and laughed.

Tommy rubbed his fingers over the spot where the broccoli hit him.

"I didn't give you the broccoli!"

Ava rubbed her hands together and giggled. " I know."

Jude and Sam chuckled at the devious grinning child.

The moment was disturbed by the sound of Backstreets Back coming from Jude's cell phone. Tommy looked at Jude horrified.

"Seriously?"

Jude rolled her eyes and answered the phone. "Yeah?"

"Jude! It's Sadie. I found you a guy!"

"You found me a guy? What's his name? What is he like?" Jude inquired.

Tommy perked up. He looked at the woman across from him suspiciously. Samantha noted this.

"His name is Ethan. Ethan Matthews. He works for MTV news. He is quite the looker. Dark messy hair, light blue eyes, nice build. Tall," Sadie rambled. "Single. Very single. He's been traveling too long to have had a stable relationship. He's originally from Toronto. He's moving back to work for Much Music."

"Nice. How'd you meet him? When can I meet him?"

"You have a date with him Friday night. He'll be picking you up from IA."

"You set up a date?"

"You should have an email from him within the hour. Oh, hey. I really have to pee. I'll call you back."

Jude looked at her cell phone and shook her head.

"I have a date!" Jude stated somewhat excitedly and continued to eat her dinner with extra zest.

"What the hell is Sadie thinking? How can she just set Jude up like that?" Tommy complained to Samantha later that evening.

Samantha continued to dry the dishes in silence.

"What does she even know about this guy? How do we even know if he's good enough? I googled him. He went to Harvard. Who the hell goes to Harvard?" Tommy ranted.

"Why do you care so much? Jude is a big girl. Sadie is Jude's sister. She is not going to stir her wrong."

Tommy continued to mutter his dislike of the idea. Samantha rolled her eyes and chucked the dish rag at Tommy.

"Hey! What the heck was that for?"

"Get a clue, Quincy," she retorted and walked up the stairs to check on her children.

Tommy looked at the now empty stairs in confusion. "Get a clue? What clue?" he mumbled.