(IMPORTANT) Some people have been asking me why I titled this story after the song by Brad Paisley, and I know it's about a child getting a step-father and how that man is a father who 'didn't have to be' one, but if you think about Edward's situation, at first he wanted nothing to do with Draco and was fine walking away, but then he started thinking otherwise and basically, he didn't have to be a father to Draco, he could have walked away from Bella like he originally wanted to do…so it does kind of fit, you get me? Also, I just fluffing love that song.

Sorry for the wait, I really like this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it.

Everybody has a summer holiday
doin' things they always wanted to
so we're going on a summer holiday,
to make our dreams come true,
for me and you
for me and you.

(Summer Holiday – Cliff Richard)

Bella.

"Oh, my goodness, what has daddy got you?"

My two-and-a-half year old son stared down at his present in shock. His eyes were wide and mouth open slack; with ruffled hair and the remains of his breakfast smeared on his face, he was an adorable sight.

Tomorrow morning – before the birds awake – the three of us are heading to the airport to fly off to Florida and spend a week with the Mother and Step Father. I can't say I'm exactly 'over excited' about spending seven whole days with her, but Edward and I will spend most of the time treating Draco and letting him experience a completely different part of America, and that's all that matters. Talking about Edward, he wanted to treat our son to one final gift – or two, if you want to be exact – for his holiday, which is what we're staring at now. Sadly, he had to be at work and so couldn't see his son open the present, and the expression he was giving him, but apparently he wasn't too bothered about that.

"Did daddy get you some new pyjamas?"

Draco stuttered as he spoke. "Da-daddy new-new ayamas."

"You lucky boy! Wow, look at that one!" I pointed to the top pair, and the characters embellished on the front. "Who is this?"

"'Ineas a-'Erb!"

"Well done you, it is 'Phineas and Ferb'!" The pyjamas were dark blue sleeping pants, and a dark blue tee, with light blue sleeves and the Disney Channel characters – Phineas; with his obvious triangular shaped head and tuft of ginger hair. And Ferb; with his rectangular head and square nose and green hair that flopped over the front. They had power tools lying around them, as well as their Platypus, Perry.

Can you tell that I've been made to watch this show far too often?

"Mummy! Mummy! A d'agon!"

Draco has clearly seen the second pair. These were white and green striped – the pants were plain green – and on the front they had a green, cartoon dragon with orange spikes running down his back and fire blowing from his mouth. There is nothing he loves more at the moment than dragons. We've even nicknamed him Draco the Dragon, because, supposedly, he's going to become one one day. It all started when Edward and Draco were watching Saturday morning TV and Edward pointed out all the different occupations – fireman, policeman, postman, doctor…-

"Grandpa Cullen is a doctor," I overheard their conversation, "Grandpa Charlie is a policeman, and daddy works with cars."

"Da-da-daddy cars."

"Yeah, buddy. Cool, right?"

"Cool."

This went on for an additional ten minutes (give or take), until Draco soon repeated the name with the occupation. "Ampa Rarlie '-iceman."

"That's right, buddy. What are you going to be? What will Draco be?" The TV shows had been completely forgotten by this point, and they both paid as much attention to the other.

"D'agon."

Edward laughed softly. "A dragon? Draco the Dragon?"

"Drah-co Lullen d'agon."

Edward laughed again. I poked my head through and the love that emulated from father to son could have knocked you over with its force.

"Draco Cullen the Dragon?"

"Yes."

"Glad we've got that sorted then."

It was a few days later when we found out Draco is the Latin word for 'dragon'. Perfect I thought.

xxx

"No, Little Dragon, we can't take all your toys with us. You can pick three and that is all." I held up three fingers, in hope that he'll understand me and become this obedient child who does as he is told. But this is my son I'm talking about, and so of course that didn't happen.

"No! No. Mine."

Our suitcase, which was already over the weight limit, had been filled with Draco's toys – that boy is too smart sometimes, he knew that if he wanted to take something, he put it there. I took his contribution out of the suitcase and lay them on my bed. His three favourite toys were then chosen from the pile.

"We can take Mr. Rabbit, Thomas and Lightning McQueen, okay?"

"No!" Draco made a mad dash to the pile. Before we could get any further with this debate, we both were distracted by someone downstairs.

"Where are my two favourite people?"

Draco looked at me as if he needed a confirmation, just to double check that he wasn't hearing things. "Who's that?" I whispered with a smile.

Little Dragon leapt to his feet and scurried down the hall way. "Da-aa-aa-ddyyy!" He cried. I took his hand to help him down the stairs, and Edward met him at the bottom. "Daddy! Daddy hoooooome."

"I'mmmm hoooome." He kissed Draco loudly on the cheek, then wrapped one arm around my waist and repeated the process. "How are you?"

"Alright, thank you - just getting the last few bits and pieces together. How was work?"

He gave me that 'I'm just glad to be home' grunt and look. "Meh. At least now I can say I'm officially on my summer holidays!"

"Daddy!" Both of us turned our attention to the little pyjama clad toddler.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Daddy…daddy fit cars?"

"Did I fix cars? I did actually, yes I did."

"Red run?"

"A red one? No, sorry, it was a big blue one."

"Blue run…" Draco whispered under his breath.

"And it had a smashed window!" Edward made an over-the-top surprised face, which Draco copied, even though he doesn't know what a smashed window is or meant.

"Mum-mummy red run."

"That's right, you clever boy. Mummy does have a red car."

"Right, little one, we have to get you off to sleep because we're going to be up very early in the morning." Draco refused to leave his father's clutches so I could take him upstairs, but after a bit more persuading, he finally let go and fell into my arms. "Say 'night night, daddy'."

No matter how hard he tried, Draco couldn't keep his eyes open once his head hit the mattress.

xxx

I was forced awake by my alarm clock at one o'clock the next morning. We had to be checked in at Seattle Tacoma by six, which meant leaving here just before two at the latest. I didn't get to sleep until after eleven, so, to be honest, I didn't see any point going to bed – I just hope those additional two hours will do me some justice. Edward was asleep before nine last night. Because he'll be driving the three and a half hours to Seattle, I wanted him to have as much sleep as possible.

I double checked that he was awake – which he was – before going downstairs to put the last bits and pieces together, including slicing up the last of the watermelon and making up a bottle of juice for Draco to enjoy in the car. Our plan is to wait until the last minute to wake him up, with hope that he'll nod off again on the way there. If not, he'll be tired and grumpier than usual – which is something I wouldn't want my worst enemy to witness.

Being so in my own world, I never noticed Edward enter the kitchen and startled myself when his bulky hand luggage crashed to the counter beside me. "Jesus Christ," I whispered, clutching my heart with a hand.

"No, it's just me, but the similarities are so uncanny!" I faked my 'not amused' expression, but Edward saw straight through it. He cradled my back to his chest and placed soft kisses on my neck, "Aww, come on grumpy-chops. You're the one that wanted the earliest possible fucking flight."

"Watch your language. And it's going be around five-pm when we get there, so we had to get an early flight, or else it'll mess up our sleeping patterns. I do have some brains, you know."

Edward spun me around and slipped his hands around my waist. "Oh, I know that. You're my beautiful, *kiss* intelligent, *kiss* smart-assed girlfriend and…damn, what I wouldn't give to have my wicked way with you right now."

I rolled my eyes. "As lovely as that sounds, we won't be doing ourselves any favours by either getting ourselves distracted, or hot and bothered with no time for release."

He tugged gently on my earlobe with his teeth and then proceeded to pepper kisses along my jaw before popping one my lips. "I have always wondered what it would feel like to join the Mile High club…"

"Not with our son in the seat beside us." I wriggled out of his grasp and made a run for the stairs.

"Cock block!"

xxx

Edward carried the suitcases and I carried Draco from the parking lot and into the airport. I wouldn't say the place was heaving but there was enough people around to make me worried about Draco leaving my sight, and because he refused to sit in the buggy, I went for the next best thing and cradled him on my side. Edward and I had a small argument over whether to leave the buggy and fly without one or not.

"It'll just leave us with more to carry." I had said.

To which he disputed with: "You'll be surprised how often we'll need one."

"Yes, but the Disney parks provide them, we have his walking harness and he doesn't weigh a tonne; we can carry him when he gets tried."

Edward put his hands up in surrender. "Alright fine! But don't, fucking, come crying to me when you see that I was right and you were wrong."

And now we're here, waiting on our check-in counter to open, so we can get rid of these suitcases and get our asses through security. Unfortunately my plan for Draco to sleep during our journey did not go according to plan, so yes, we are now stuck with an uncooperative…well, an uncooperative little shit. He would kick, he would scream, he would smack me in the face and he would treat me with absolutely no respect whatsoever.

I put him on the ground and within ten seconds the little pest had twisted his way out of my grip and made a run for it. Edward ran after him, scooped him up and stood back next to me, paying no attention to the sobbing child in his hands. That's one thing I love about his parenting – Edward might seem like the most laid back father, but Draco needs to learn that if he misbehaves and is passed over to Daddy then shit is about to hit the fan.

By the time we could check in, Draco was just a mumbling mess with red, tear stained checks and looking very guilty indeed – head tucked down and lip quivering. You have to be cruel to be kind, and if ignoring our son and making him upset is the only way he'll learn, then it's what we have to do.

Standing in the line for security, we passed all the notices that told you what to remove, and what you could take through etc. I had planned ahead and dressed Draco in sweat pants and a tee, with Velcro shoes and so the alarm won't go off when he walks through the barrier. I helped him remove his shoes and put them in the tray along with my belongings. I went through first, no alarm, and together, Edward and I persuaded Draco to walk through.

"Come on, Sweetheart. It's not scary, honest." He took tiny steps, staring at all the strange people around him, and thankfully the alarm didn't go off, so he was soon in my protective arms once again.

With time to spare, we bought a few overly-priced drinks and snacks for the plane and had a stop off at the restroom.

"Hey, buddy, look at that." We were looking out a large, glass window when Edward spotted a plane coming in to land. "Can you see that in the sky?" He followed the plane with his finger, Draco followed it too. "Wow, it's so big!" Draco stared at the plane in awe, like he couldn't believe how big the plane was compared to the tiny toy figure he has at home. "We'll be on one just like that soon."

"Daddy."

"Yeah?"

Draco prodded the window. "Pane-pane!"

"An aeroplane!"

"Pane-paaaane!"

"Aeroplaaane!"

They did that right up until we were boarding the…pane-pane. The air hostess checked our passports and smiled sweetly at Draco once looking at his. You can't blame her, all children passports are adorable. His photo is the best one we could take at the booth. He's looking a smidgen under the camera, where I had been waving my hand, but luckily they didn't refuse it. His hair had inherited some of Edward's cowlicks and you could just make out the shoulders of his shirt. His information read:

CULLEN

DRACO DALE

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

4 MAR 2009

xxx

"Where birdies?"

We were half way through our flight and so far, Draco had been amazing. He was cuddled up on my lap and looking out the window to our left. Edward had fallen asleep, so I made sure we stayed quiet.

"We're too high for birdies, they're flying under us."

"Sat?"

"Clouds. Fluffy clouds."

"Fuff-fuffy cows."

I laughed quietly, "not 'cows', Sweetheart, 'cl-ow-ds'."

"Cow'ds."

"Well done, you're getting the hang of things now."

"Daddy seeping."

"Daddy is very tired."

"W-why daddy vey tight?"

"Why is he very tired? Because he's been very busy and when you're busy you get tired, so you need to sleep a lot a lot."

"I-I-I-I no…seeping."

"Are you tired?"

"…Not tight."

"Then you don't need to sleep. Now, shall we find something fun for you to watch?"

The headrest in front had a small screen slotted in the back. I scrolled through the 'TV Children' section and selected an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. We had the headphones plugged in, which Draco held against his ears, and even though he claimed not to be tired, by the time the episode had ended, he was fast asleep.

I didn't stay conscious much longer either.

xxx

When I awoke, Edward had moved to the seat next to me – where Draco used to be – and was scrolling through his iTouch. "What you doing?" I asked, purely out of interest.

"Raping the plane of its free WiFi. Hey, Bella, what did the buffalo say to his son when he left for college?"

"Um…I don't know."

"Bison."

As stupid as that joke was, I couldn't do anything but burst out laughing. "You're so cool."

"Emmett shared the picture on his Facebook page."

I scoffed, "Emmett would. So, what else is going on in the world of Facebook?"

"Er…" Edward scrolled down the page with his thumb, "Oh! Jessica Stanley is pregnant."

That was news to me. "What? When did that happen?"

"Er, about a week ago. Look, I'll find her status…" His thumb pressed various parts of the screen quickly, "ah, here we go." I took the device from him and read Jessica's status.

Mike & I are pleased 2 say were having a baby! Cant wait 2 see my baby boy or girl!

Not only did I roll my eyes at every mistake she made, but I was astonished to see that she was back with Mike Newton.

"Jessica and Mike are back together?"

Edward looked at me in astonishment, "you didn't know that? They have been for months. When was the last time you signed on?"

"When do I ever have time?"

"True. I know, let's see what your last activity was." I adjusted the way Draco slept whilst Edward did his searching. "Okay, so three months ago you uploaded a picture of Draco and I having a water fight…"

I remember that day well – it was unusually warm that week, so we bought the cheapest paddling pool we could find, filled it with a safe amount of water and let Draco do whatever he wanted – within reason. The picture is Draco pouring a bottle of water over Edward's head, both are laughing and Edward is cowering away with his arms braced by his face.

"Oooh, before that you changed your relationship status. Apparently you are now in a relationship with Edward Cullen...?"

I hid back my smirk. "Yeah, but he's a bit of a dick, so I don't know how long it'll last."

"You bitch…I hate you."

"It's fine; feeling is mutual."

Edward leaned forward to put his forehead against mine. "Well," he whispered, "maybe I'll keep you for a little while longer." We both had the same idea, and acted upon them at the same time.

Our kissing became heated, but before we could go too far, an announcement was made to return back to our seats, put them in the up-right position and belt up, because we'd be landing shortly.

"We'll return to this later…"One final kiss and Edward went back to his original seat so Draco could sit in the middle.

"You mean…under my mother's roof? Mm, risky…I like it."

xxx

Damn, Bella, look who's growing some balls. I'm so excited for the next chapter… but, maybe it's because I'm a nerd and love Harry Potter…(I'm watching it right now)

So, there are loads of Draco moments in that one…which was your favourite? Mine? Well, let's just say that Edward is 'vey tight' ;)