(Jack's POV)

I waited patiently as Bobby handed me to my little angel who was, I knew, all tucked in and ready for our bedtime ritual.

"I'm ready Daddy... you can sing Mummy's song now." This was how I had put her to bed every night since she had come home from the hospital. She would snuggle up in her mother's old grey jumper which still smelt of her after all these years and I would sing the song I always sang to my Kit when she cried as my little princess sang along.

"I wanna call the stars down from the sky

I wanna live a day that never dies

I wanna change the world only for you

All the impossible I wanna do..."

After the singing along with me to the first Chorus Kit suddenly stopped singing and just hummed along I knew that she was falling asleep. I kept singing all the same until I could hear her breathing even out and Bobby took the phone.

"Come home soon kid... We all miss you."

"I know Bobby... I miss you too." With that I hung up the phone and carried on to my hotel room where I would eat, watch movies and fall asleep ready to do the whole day over again.

I must have fallen asleep sometime after midnight though I have no recognition of it cus the next thing I know there's banging on my door and I look up at the clock which read 6:00. I knew the banging on my door had been Howie and it was therefore time to get up and to be on the road and on to our next destination NY city.

(Bobby's POV)

"Princess! Oh Princess Kitten Come on up up up!" I pulled the covers down from her bed and she, just like her father used to, felt around the bottom of her feet to pull them back up again. Who knew it would be so difficult to get a four year old girl out of bed in the mornings?

I couldn't believe it was already her first day at Nursery. It didn't seem she was old enough. She was still my baby niece, the only person I had EVER let get away with calling me Booboo. It shouldn't have come so soon. Why couldn't she just stay her sweet, innocent, angelic self for all time? Why did kids have to grow up? It shouldn't have been me getting her up for this. Jackie had promised her he'd be back before Nursery started u and that he would be there to walk her in on her first day. But then again this was Jack were talking about. This wasn't the first promise to his kid he had broken and it wouldn't be the last.

"OK... If Princess Kitten isn't outta that bed within the next ten seconds someone won't be getting any chocolate chip pancakes that Sofia made... oh well... More for Booboo I guess..." I knew this would get he, one mention of chocolate chip pancakes and she was out of her bed and down the stairs before I could finish my sentence.

As I walked down the stair I could see she had already started on her pancakes and was pouring the maple syrup all over the table in her rush to eat. She really was so much like her dad. There was no denying it. Her love of food, laziness and most of all music all gave away her parentage without a single doubt.

After she had finished her breakfast she rushed up the stairs to get dressed into the clothes Camille had picked out for her first day of Nursery. She really was so clever, she learned to dress herself long before they had expected and once she had said her first word, there hadn't been a moment of silence since not to mention the fact that she could already read music. I always wondered how it was that Jack could let himself miss out on all this?

"Now then... You be good, but not too good, we can't have no Mercer being a teachers' pet, do y'all hear me?" She giggled as she hugged me goodbye at the door to her classroom. I knew she'd be fine, after all who would dare mess with a Mercer. Gazing into the class I looked around for the teacher I wanted to have a word with her and let her know that it may not have been me picking Kit up.

"Miss Flannery?" She turned towards me as I entered and gave me the most beautiful smile. She was stunning. Her auburn hair was up in a messy bun with a few curls refusing to be part of the do, she had deep green eyes that let out a look of friendliness and wow...did she ever have a huge rack... I couldn't believe I had found myself eyeing up my niece's teacher.

"Can I help you sir?"

(Kathleen's POV)

I turned hearing my name being called and came face to face with none other than the famous Michigan Mauler. I saw him check me out and couldn't help but smile. He was handsome. His dark brown hair slicked back and a smile on his face as he gazed round at the children.

"Can I help you sir?" His eyes made contact with mine and I could see he was embarrassed at being caught. He cleared his throat and made his way over to me.

"Yeh... Hi" He smiled what he thought was a seducing smile and continued. "I just wanted to let you know that it may not be me picking up my niece Kit... Sorry Catherine Mercer today, there is a small chance it may be one of her other uncles..." With that he winked at me and left the class.