Chapter two

(Jack's POV)

The screams of our fans almost deafened us as we walked out onto the stage that was covered in dry ice and lights so bright we couldn't see anything. As I looked out into the crowd and shouted our hellos the music began. The only thing that could pull me away from my grief other than my daughter was the music. For almost five years now since the death of Kit, the love of my life I hadn't even touched another woman. Its not that I hadn't had the chance. Being a rock star certainly gave me plenty of chances. Women threw themselves at my feet and the fact that I wanted nothing to do with them made them more determined.

"JACK! JACK! JACK! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WE LOVE YOU!!!" As we left the stage sweat pouring from our brows they let the girls in that the guys had chosen while on stage. They were all something alright. Most were the typical groupie. Blonde hair, tall and leggy with unbelievable boobs. A few stopped as I walked straight past them towards my dressing room so I could get the hell out of there. I was a man after all and I may be in absolute grief but that didn't mean I was never tempted. So many gorgeous women around it was very hard… all the time… Picking up the phone I dialed home to my only love and peace.

As the phone was answered she shrieked down it… "DADDY!" the absolute love and happiness carried in her voice. "I miss you daddy…"

"I miss you too baby… What you been up to today?"

"Me n uncle Bobby played dress up today… I dressed him up as a pretty pretty princess and then he played beauty and the beast with me…. Huh but I wasn't aposed to tell you that. Hehehe I'm gonna be in trouble!"

"Tell Uncle Bobby that he's silly to call me a fairy when he's the actual fairy of the family…"

"You're not a fairy daddy… you don't have wings…" She could always make me laugh no matter how much I missed her mother. How could it be possible to lo0ve someone so much that no matter what just the sound of their voice kept away the darkness?

"Time for bed fairy princess…"

"Awwww but uncle Booboo daddy's on the phone…I don't wants to go to bed…." She never wanted to go to bed… "I don't have to go to bed do I daddy?" For a moment I was tempted to tell her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to but who was I to dictate when I wasn't even home?

"You know that while Daddy's not at home Uncle Bobby's in charge. Go on go get ready for bed and I'll wait on the phone to tuck you in…" It was tradition, I was the only one she would ever let tuck her in at night. So even if I wasn't home id have to call every night at her bed time and I'd sing her to sleep as I had done since she'd come home from the hospital.

"I love you daddy. When you coming home?"

(Bobby's POV)

The phone rang and looking at the time (just past eight) I knew exactly who it was and so did Kitty. Running to get to the phone she screamed as she picked it up…

"DADDY!" her little eyes burning bright with happiness at the sound of his voice. I walked past her a ruffled her dirty blonde hair and she gave me a daggered look at messing up her hair just like her dad always did.

"I dressed him up as a pretty pretty princess…" Hearing her tell Jack that I had dressed up as a princess I just knew I would get hell the moment he got home. He would ask how I could call him a fairy…

"Uncle Booboo… Daddy says he's not a fairy, you are." I could hear laughing from the phone and knew Jack was just as happy talking to her as she was to him. It wasn't fair on the kid. Jack had his music and her but he was all she had. I know it was me that had told him to go but I was regretting it when Kitty would ask me every morning when Jack was coming home…

As Kitty ran upstairs to get ready for bed I took the phone into my hand and asked the question that I know he was dreading.

"When you coming home Jack?" He let out a sigh and I know he was thinking…

"As soon as possible Bobby. I…"

"Now you listen here Jack… This kid misses you so much when your gone and hearing your song on the radio this morning made her burst into tears. I know that I told you to go for it but I was wrong. You need to get back to your little girl; she's already lost her mum Jack; she can't loose her dad too."

"I know Bobby…is she ready yet?" Walking into Jacks room I passed the phone to Kit as she lay on her bed waiting for her dad to say goodnight.