Jamie

I couldn't believe that man, he gave me his backside? It was a very nice backside and I have no problem owning such a sculptured work of art but seriously who actually gives a declaration and hands over a body part? After my giggles subsided I took a look at what had caused this conversation in the first place. It seriously was a stupid and hideous tattoo.

"What were you thinking?"

"I was young and stupid," what sort of answer was that? I didn't get much time to muse on his response as Dave rolled over; twisting his boxer shorts and pulled me close, kissing me. I could drown in his scent and taste. For the first time since Conner was in my life I wanted nothing more than to completely give myself to Dave. But I was still scared, just the thought had my heart racing and I had to pull away from the kiss. I sat on my boyfriend's thighs and began to massage his chest; the methodical movements slowly calming me. I figured that Dave's twisted boxer shorts were getting annoying as he moved my legs so that I was kneeling over him and twisted back onto his stomach while adjusting the offending clothing.

I continued massaging my boyfriend's back paying careful attention to his lower back and dragon tattoo. I don't know what came over me and at one stage I lent down beginning to trace the dragon with my tongue. I wasn't even sure if Dave was still awake; his breathing had slowed greatly and his body relaxed. I slowly began to trace the man's tattoo with my tongue and for the first time took the chance to actually taste the man. His skin was sweet yet salty sort of a natural flavour mixed with a touch of soap and his cologne. His smell was similar; even if he's been working out he still had that sweet smell. I'd never tasted anything like the man lying under me. The taste was intoxicating and addictive once I'd tried it I couldn't stop. Then Dave moaned. He was awake! I stopped dead in my tracks; he was going to think that I was some freaky kinky perve. I can't believe that he woke up.

"Don't stop," he muttered shifting slightly. I sat back against his thighs and continued the massage this time with my hands.

"No like you were before." He actually wanted me to use my tongue? Was he a freaky kinky perve? With him awake I felt weird doing what I was before but I lent down and continued tracing the man's tattoo with my tongue. Dave's moans increased and he kept moving under me. Then he kind of rolled me off his back and like a high school boy getting his first stiffy in front of his favourite teacher Dave rushed out of the room,

"Sorry" he muttered closing the bathroom door behind him.

I was confused. I thought he wanted me to continue. Then it hit me he was a lot like that school boy I'd likened him to. He hadn't run away from me he just had a slight dilemma to deal with. I had never realised that near-middle age men still suffered the same problems of young pubescent boys. I wanted to help him but fear began to get the better of me. Then I decided that it was time not to let fear control my life and if the bathroom door was unlocked I was going in. I tried the knob and it turned easily pushing the door open. I stood at the doorway momentarily and watched as Dave paced the small bathroom.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Dave turned and looked at me as though he had just realised I was in the room. I watched as he sat on the edge of the bath, head in hands.

"I haven't had that happen since puberty."

"Why now?"

"I don't know. I guess I haven't been touched like that in so long. It felt so amazing and my body just kind of took over." Dave's head dropped back to his hands but I could see the red creep up his neck. I could understand what he was saying and what it meant. I automatically regretted following him.

"I understand. You need someone who can satisfy you sexually. I need to let go and give you the freedom to get what you need." Dave's head snapped up,

"No! I don't need it, I don't really want it. I want and I need you. I would take up a life of celibacy if it meant being with you."

"But tonight… You need someone you said it yourself. You haven't been touched like that in so long and your body took control."

"So what? My body isn't the boss of me." Dave leant up and grabbed me by the waist pulling me closer.

"But…"

"But nothing. Jamie you got to understand I don't want random sex and I don't a relationship based on sex I've had those. I've been divorced twice because of sex based relationships. I want to love someone and to have a relationship built on love and Jamie I love you. This isn't exactly the way I wanted to tell you but I love you."

I couldn't believe he said that. He told me he loved me? For some strange I actually believed that he was telling the truth and it didn't scare me. The concept of Dave loving me was somewhat comforting and felt right. I thought that just maybe; perhaps I was ready to accept the concept of love and that Dave might actually really love me. Then I realised that if I can accept this concept then maybe I just might loved Dave back. I had no idea how much time had passed but I realised that Dave had moved me back slightly so that he could stand up and was hugging me tightly, not about to let me run away.

"I…"

"You don't have to say anything"

"No… Let me speak. I think I might love you too." Dave couldn't believe it. He paused for a moment before his whole face was lit and he picked me up spinning me around. After that we headed for bed, we were both emotionally exhausted.

Dave didn't intend to spend the entire night with me however before we knew it the time was 6am and his phone alarm was going off. I hid under the blankets and to get away from the noise but Dave moving around kept me awake.

"Eli's up, I'm taking him with me." Dave said leaning over to kiss me.

"I love you," he grinned from the doorway before Eli ran in to kiss me good bye. I was back asleep before the two had even left. But was only granted another hour of sleep and was soon being woken by someone knocking.

When I answered the door I was surprised to be greeted by Rachel, Hailey and Mel.

"Can we come in?" Rachel asked.

"Sure, your dad's not here though." I replied moving away from the door. I figured the only reason they'd come anywhere near me was looking for their dad.

"We know, he's at the gym. Where's Eli?" Mel asked looking for my son,

"With your dad, they use him as extra weights or something. What can I do for you girls?"

"Well I came to apologise." Rachel step forward.

"I'm really sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I didn't know dad actually loves you, but that's no excuse. Angie hated us before she even met us and wasn't afraid to let us know it. I don't want another woman like Angie in dad's life. I don't want another woman in dad's life. But dad really loves you and how you helped him with our Christmas presents shows that you're nothing like that woman. I'm really; really sorry for being a complete and utter brat, I hope you can forgive me." I couldn't believe it Rachel was apologising? Her younger sisters then stepped forward and apologised as well. The gesture totally blew me away; their behaviour had been quite disheartening and I was certain that they'd sway their father to change his mind.

"Despite being so rude to you yesterday we were kind of wondering if you'd be able to help us with something." Rachel asked finally sitting down. They'd treated me like crap and now wanted my help? It was a good thing I was a very forgiving person.

"What do you need?"

"We want to live with dad," Mel rushed out. I had to stop myself from squealing. Dave would be over the moon. While he didn't talk about it I knew that he wanted nothing more than to have his girls live with him.

"That's great, your dad will be ecstatic. But why do you need my help?"

"Because you have dad on your side, you can wrap him around your little finger and get whatever you want."

"But you won't need that. Your dad wants nothing more than for you girls to live with him."

"You don't understand if we just tell dad that we want to live with him he'll say it's impossible because he's always on the road and mom will totally refuse."

"I thought your mom was the one wanting you to spend more time with Dave." I replied not too sure what was going on. I listened as Rachel explained that her mom and Tyson had wanted the girls to go to Australia with them, especially after Mel's suspension. But the girls had wanted to stay with Dave, Tyson convinced them that their father would only agree to spending time with them if they made it seem like he had no choice. So the girls played up the suspension and added a supposed ski trip to make it seem as though they had other choice but to stay with Dave.

"Your dad would never say no to spending time with you girls. Tyson doesn't know what he is talking about." I replied. I wanted to hug them but decided it was probably pushing things a bit.

"Look I wont go and talk to your dad for you however I will help you come up with a logical argument and will come with you. But you girls have to do your own talking." The sisters conversed among themselves momentarily before agreeing to my offer. They were old enough to speak to their father without having someone do the talking for them.

"What do you girls think about a nanny?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"A nanny? But we're teenagers," Rachel stated in shock.

"Yes, a nanny. You girls can't stay at the house by yourselves. Rachel, you're the oldest but you're only 18. You shouldn't be expected to look after your sisters by yourself and don't forget you're off to college soon anyway. A nanny or a housekeeper will be there when you get home from school, will make sure you get some food and will cook when your dad's there; they'll help you with your homework and give you company. Plus your father can afford it and he will love having someone to cook and clean for him." I could tell that the girls were thinking the idea over. Hailey was the first to comment,

"Do we have to call them a nanny?"

"Nope, there is plenty of other names for them."

"Can we get a guy?" Rachel piped up,

"Ah, I don't think your dad would go for that. His three teenage daughters spending most the week alone with a male? Yea, it's not going to happen," I laughed rolling my eyes.

Before long the girls and I were laughing like old friends about all the possible nannies.

"Oh, I know! She could be a supermodel reject." Mel laughed,

"OH NO! If she's going to be living there and home when your dad is I am screening these women. She is going to be so ugly a paper bag wouldn't even be an improvement." I replied putting on the jealous girlfriend act. Of course it wasn't too much of an act. I didn't want some supermodel reject living with Dave. Suddenly the door flew open and Dave rushed in the room,

"Jamie have you seen the girls they're not in their room!" He was sweating and his face was red from the gym but he was clearly worried, what could have possibly happened to his girls?

"Hey daddy," Mel smiled from her seat.

"Not now Mel, I'm trying to find you… MEL! Rachel, Hailey… What are you doing here?"

"We came to talk to Jamie," Rachel shrugged as she gave her father the infamous 'innocent little girl' look.

"Speaking of the whereabouts of children where is my son?" I interrupted having already noticed Eli's absence.

"Ah yea about that…"

"Dave, where is my son?" I asked starting to get worried.

"It's okay, it's okay. He's downstairs getting breakfast with Mark," Dave explaining having noticed my fear.

"Are you girls okay to hang out in here bit longer while I go have a shower?"

"Why don't you go have a shower while we head down to get our own breakfast? I can't speak for the girls but I'm starving!"

"Yea dad, you said we had to wait for you but you've been at the gym for like THREE HOURS!! We're hungry!" Mel whined with her older sisters taking her lead.

"Yea dad, we're starving!"

"We want to eat!"

"Alright, alright… You can go down and get breakfast. Mark and Eli are holding a table. Go eat!" Dave had barely finished giving his children permission and they were out the door. I didn't blame them, I was starving myself.

"Is everything okay?" Dave asked wrapping his arms around my waist,

"Yep, your girls are wonderful." The man smiled and bent down to kiss me.

"You know you're really sweaty and smelly."

"What no kiss?"

"Not until you shower." I smirked pushing him away and heading off to catch up with the girls.

A/N: I don't like this chapter very much. It just didn't work well. Let me know what you think. Just so you all know I move to America next week. Thanks for the awesome reviews.