A/N: I apologise for the massive lack of updates… I had surgery then the power pack for my laptop broke, then I finally got a replacement for that and had insane amounts of assignments to finish.

Just want to say thanks for your patience and your great reviews and well wishes for my surgery they really cheered me up :-D Just a quick note to the reviewer who said that 3 yr olds talk like adults if you talk to them like adults… I work in childcare and 3 yr olds do not speak like adults, they mispronounce words and don't have the same sentence structure that we do.

Anyway now on with the chapter I hope it makes up for the long wait.

Dave

I knew that Jamie would think that I was insane, just calling her out of the blue like that. Especially since she didn't even know that I had her number nor did she know that she had mine. I must admit that I was surprised at how well the conversation went, after all how many people get phone calls, where the other person is asking for permission to call them sometime? I was lucky that Jamie didn't freak out and call the police or even worse Vince! Her reaction gave me the idea that perhaps, just maybe, what I was feeling wasn't just one sided. Although, admittedly, I wasn't quite sure what it was that I was feeling. I knew that I was physically attracted to the girl, yet there was something else about her. I just couldn't work out what; I couldn't explain the way I felt when I was around her. And I couldn't remember ever feeling the same way about my ex-wives.

Just hearing her voice made me smile and I'd never laughed the way I did when with Jamie, her smile somehow made everything right in this terribly messed up world. I couldn't wait until I was able to see her once more, week we exchanged phone calls, me always calling her, of course.

I was so excited at the prospect of seeing Jamie again that by the time Tuesday came I was like an ADHD kid on a sugar high and was driving my friends insane. At breakfast, I was literately bouncing in my seat and my friends, not knowing what was going on, suggested that I return to my room and get off whatever drugs that I was taking. So I spent the next hour or so pacing my hotel room while constantly checking my watch, I could have sworn several times that I actually saw the hands move backwards. I grew more anxious and excited when it was time for her plane to land yet I forced myself to wait, knowing roughly how long it would take to get to the hotel and attempting to give her some time to get Eli settled. Eventually I couldn't take it any more and decided to see if I could convince the front desk to tell me what room she was in. A few suggestive smiles later and I was being offered a key to the room. As tempting as the offer was I declined and simply opted for finding out the room number.

I stood outside the hotel room for what would have had have to been close to 20 minutes, trying to find the courage to knock and see if she was there. I couldn't remember the last time that I was so nervous, not even getting married had me this worked up. I couldn't believe it; I was like a school boy again, bumbling and nervous when a girl even looked my way. While I was staring at the door Lashley walked past knocking on the door before smiling at me and silently disappearing into a room at the end of the hall. Before I had comprehended the situation Jamie had opened the door and I'd wrapped her in a huge hug, throughout the week I'd mentioned how much I wanted to give her a hug so the next time I saw her it would be the first thing I would do. The second I felt her body mould against my much larger one I knew that I was in strife, I would have to limit the hugs I gave her as I never wanted to let go.

Once I pulled away I noted that the room was oddly quiet considering how it was currently occupied by a 4 year old boy, I soon discovered that the silence was because the Eli was sleeping like an angel. His dark brown hair framing his soft innocent face made him look perfect and like he could do no wrong. Of course anyone who spent more than 20 seconds with him knew what a ratbag that he could be, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. After promising not to wake the boy and making some small talk, my stomach reminded me that I had been too excited to eat earlier and I was now hungry. Luckily Jamie was also hungry so I took charge and called down to room service ordering the two of us one of my favourite deserts, chocolate pancakes, ensuring that the bill went to my room.

Jamie got frustrated at the fact that I had seemingly taken over her hotel room and before I knew it she was on my back 'fighting' me for control. Her firm body against my back was almost too much for me to take causing a sharp intake of breath in an attempt to control my body's reaction; luckily Jamie took it as a gasp of pain as my back had been bothering me lately. I didn't bother to correct her however used it to my advantage knowing that if I 'ignored' her long enough, she'd move closer attempting to make it up to me which would allow for me to spin around and surprise her for a win. My plan worked as the young woman was soon making her way across the bed to give me a massage allowing for me to spin around and tickle her into submission. I soon found myself inches from Jamie's soft lips, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes and my body ached to kiss her yet as I leant forward hoping to brush my lips against her own there was a knock at the hotel room, room service had chosen that precise moment to arrive.

"Pancakes" I rushed out as I jumped backwards straightening my shirt.

"Pancakes" Jamie sighed in return, both of us seemed relieved yet disappointed at the interruption and I got the feeling that Jamie was somewhat afraid. Whatever had occurred between her and Conner had messed her up so much that she was actually afraid of getting involved with another man. Just the thought made my blood boil and I wanted to flatten the creep, however I didn't know anything about him nor did I have any proof. All that I had to go on was what Jamie had revealed to me and I was forced to take her word that he didn't abuse her.

Before Jamie could even move I was at the door signing for our meals and instinctively blocking the bell boy's view of the rest of the room and its occupants, a habit I'd gotten into on the rare occasion that my girls would travel with me or I had other company. I grabbed the tray out of the young man's hands stopping him from entering the room and once more reassuring the privacy of my companions. Eli was still sound asleep so Jamie and I decided to "break" the rules and eat our food on the bed instead of attempting to master the lame excuse for a table. Our laziness turned out to be a bad and quite messy idea when I accidentally spilt half the ice cream on my shirt, leading to Jamie adding a dollop of cream to the spill. Within moments my shirt somehow became covered in ice cream, cream, pancakes and topping, smirking slightly I pulled Jamie on top of me in a huge bear hug ensuring that she would become just as sticky as myself. We were laughing our heads off and without thinking I placed a sticky hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head down causing her lips to crash against my own. I automatically regretted the move as I felt Jamie's body freeze against my own yet just as I began to pull away I felt her slowly begin to relax and return my kiss. She tasted like a mix of the desert that we'd been eating and her own individual flavours, electricity coursed through our bodies and I came close to falling into a heavenly state. Just her lips against mine was nearly too much and I fought to control my actions, forcing myself not to take it any further as to not freak the woman, who was quickly turning me into putty, out. Momentarily loosing control I let out a low guttural moan nearly causing me to pull back in shock, the noise was certainly not something I had expected. The next noise however sent me to the other side of the room,

"Mommy, I'm thirsty," Eli had clearly woken and was now looking for something to drink.

I don't think Eli's comment had registered in his mom's head as her fingers where at her lips and was staring at me looking slightly shocked.

"Mommy, I'm thirsty!"

"Ah, yep what do you want to drink Eli?"

"Davie!" The young boy whispered as he realised that I was in the room as well. Moments later he was racing across the room hoping to jump up for a hug,

"Dave, please take your shirt off if you're planning to pick up my son. Eli do you want water or juice?"

"Duice! Davie pick me up! Pwease!" I looked down at Eli, catching a glimpse of my shirt and instantly understood Jamie's request. My shirt was completely destroyed and extremely sticky, if I picked up Eli in my current state he too would be covered in the desert we'd been 'eating'.

"Hang on a second buddy," I smiled down at him and quickly unbuttoned my shirt before discarding it in the nearby trash can and heading over to the sink to wash my hands so that I would be able to give Eli the hug that he so desired.

"I missed you Davie," Eli announced attempting to wrap his arms around my broad shoulders but was barely able to reach each arm. The gesture was so cute and reminded me of when my girls were just as young and excited to see their dad come home after days on the road.

"Here you go sweetie," Jamie said walking behind me so that she could make eye contact with her son and give him the juice that he had asked for. As she let go of the cup I felt her soft fingers began tracing the tattoo on my back causing me to instinctively flinch and her to pull back apologetically,

"Its ok, I'm just very ticklish and you surprised me." My explanation failed to stop Jamie's shy apologies which simply led to me feeling guilty for flinching. Truth be told, that woman could trace her fingers over my tattoos anytime she wanted and I wouldn't complain one bit, especially if she was tracing those hidden from the public.

"I need to have a shower would you please look after Eli for me?" Jamie asked interrupting my day dream and reminding me that I still had her son in my arms.

"I'd love to" I replied managing to bite my tongue before I could tell her that I'd really love to join her as opposed to looking after her son. She smiled slightly before rummaging through a Diego suitcase and pulling out a pair of Diego pyjamas and matching underwear,

"Would you possibly mind getting him changed while I shower?"

"Sure, no problem"

"He wears a diaper when he sleeps so he's in one now but if you can take that off and help him put on his underwear and his pyjamas…"

"They're my special twavel ones! For me to wear when you come look after me so mommy can work!"

"They're very nice"

"Thank you"

"Ok Eli, Dave is going to get you changed while I have a shower so you better be a good boy."

"I'm always good!"

"Sure you are." I couldn't help but smile at the banter between mother and son they were so cute together and I felt nearly as though I was intruding in the world that they had created for themselves.

"Go and shower Jamie, we'll be fine! Wont we Eli?"

"Yea, mommy go sower!"

"Ok, ok I'm gone," she laughed at our orders before picking up some clean clothes out of her own suitcase and heading to the bathroom.

I sat Eli on the bed and randomly started tickling him causing him to curl up laughing uncontrollably; clearly the boy was just as ticklish as his mother.

"Stop, stop mommy said I had to put my Diego clothes on"

"Alright, alright. Let's put your shirt on first" I said grabbing his pyjama top,

"No you have to take my shirt off before you can put that one on,"

"Ok, ok lift your arms," I smiled as he stuck his arms in the air making it possible for me to pull his shirt off and put his next one on. A similar process occurred when it came to his pyjama pants. We were all set when I looked beside the young boy and saw the underwear that his mother had asked me to put on him.

"Woops, we forgot to take your diaper off."

"I have to take my clothes off again?"

"Just your pants," I replied pulling the boys pants off before pulling the tabs on his diaper. Within moments Eli was once again dressed, underpants on this time, and Jamie was emerging from the bathroom freshly showered and looking as hot as ever in her work clothes.

"I can't wait until I become a ring photographer, I can wear jeans and a t-shirt"

"Yea, anyway I better head back to my room and shower as well."

"Ok, thank you so much for changing Eli."

"No problem, I'll see you at the arena" I replied leaning down to give her a hug that she hesitantly returned,

"And I'll see you in my locker room young man."

"Bye Davie see you soon!"

"You better believe it little guy" I replied before closing the hotel room door and finding myself topless in the hallway. I finally let myself comprehend the events that had happened earlier.

Kissing Jamie had been better than I ever imagined it would be; it was better than any time I'd ever kissed Michelle or Angie. The situation was starting to freak me out, everything I was feeling for Jamie was stronger than anything I'd ever felt for my two wives and I'd only know Jamie for a week. I couldn't work it out whether it was just an infatuation, something to do with Eli and how he reminded me of when my girls were little or if it was more, if the things I were feeling were genuine and I was perhaps, in love, with the young woman. Maybe it was just my need to be a rescuer, I saw the hurt in Jamie's eyes and I wanted to take that hurt away, I supposed only time would tell, however it didn't change the fact I was truly petrified by what I currently felt.

I entered the elevator and came face to face with Layla who was all over me the second the doors closed,

"Why Davie how great it is to see you. Looks like you've come ready for action, you look mighty fine without your shirt on," she cooed running her hands across my chest.

"Argh, get off me you slut. Only one person, maybe two, are allowed to call me Davie and trust me, YOU are definitely NOT one of them so go back to your little corner and continue screwing your way through the roster. Just know that this is one guy you will never have fawning all over you," I replied shoving the pathetic excuse for a human-being away.

"I don't want anything to do with you or anything you may be carrying" I hissed as the elevator stopped at my floor allowing a swift exit so that I could head to my room for my long desired shower.