Hey guys so I just settled into my dorm yesterday and classes are about to start, so the every day updates are definitely coming to an end, haha. I've never been this busy. But anyways here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy.

Babysitting the Adama boys is exhausting work. While they are certainly two of the most respectable, loveable children Laura has ever met, they always seem to crave attention. Which isn't too surprising, Laura reminds herself. They were, for the most part, without a father for the first few years of their lives, and now they're without a mother. Of course they crave attention. And she's happy to give it to them, no matter how tiring they can be. Honestly, she feels like she's becoming a little too attached to these boys, and what's even more concerning?

Their father makes her blush.

"Ms. Roslin, do you have to leave?"

Little Zak tugs at the hem of her skirt, those big blue Adama eyes looking up at her pleadingly.

"Unfortunately the answer is yes, darling. But I'll be back tomorrow."

"But Ms. Roslin! I'm finally starting to understand history, I just need more context! Can't you stay and read with me just a little longer?"

"Not tonight, I'm sorry Lee. You're actually doing very well; I doubt you'll need me for much longer."

"You'll still come play with us, right Ms. Roslin?" asks Zak innocently, having completely wrapped himself around her leg at this point.

Laura's heart sinks. She sees her distress reflected in the eyes of Mr. Adama, who then pries Zak off of Laura's leg and sits him next to his brother.

"Lee, watch your brother while I walk Ms. Roslin out."

Lee mumbles a reply, plopping down next to Zak on the floor. Laura sighs and walks to the front door and is followed onto the porch by Mr. Adama.

"I'm sorry," she says, averting her gaze. "I never usually get this close; I should have been more careful, especially after their mother . . ." She sighs and shakes her head. How could she have been so stupid? Hasn't she learned her lesson yet? "I'm sorry," she says again.

"Laura."

She looks up. That's the first time he's used her first name. The next thing she knows his hand has gently raised her chin and his soft, caring expression and kind eyes have taken her breath away. Slowly, his lips graze hers in a feather light kiss. Her eyes involuntarily flutter shut and she breathes in deeply through her nose, but all too soon he pulls away, smiling. She's smiling too, she realizes. A giggly hum bubbles up from inside her, and Bill chuckles.

"Ms. Roslin, I was wondering . . . Do you have dinner plans?"

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

"Well, aren't you prompt? That's quite rude of you, you know." She's partly joking, but part of her, she knows, is trying to put him on the offensive, ward him off, push him away. Her heart pounds against her chest, unsure about what he'll say next – or what she wants him to say next.

Mr. Adama shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, grinning.

"What do you say? I know the boys would love it. Think of it as a gesture of thanks."

This is not a good idea. She is absolutely absolutely the wrong person to bring into these boys' lives, and a just-divorced man is absolutely not the right person for her to fall in love with right now, not while her mother is . . . not after everything. And she will almost certainly fall in love with this man, if she doesn't walk away right now.

"What are we having?" The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them.

"I don't know," Mr. Adama laughs, a wide grin spreading across his face. He looks positively delighted.

Yes, Laura thinks, as she follows him back inside; she will certainly fall in love with Bill Adama. So why isn't she walking away?