Thomas POV

I smile when I see Emily walking my way, but lose it as soon as I notice the boy she's laughing with. James Smith is the new boy at our school, and every girl seems to love him. I don't even know why, he's not even that good-looking, it's just his fucking British accent that does it.

They reach me and instantly stop talking, choosing to smile at me instead.

"Are you ready to go, baby?" I ask Emily, slipping an arm around her waist and glaring at James.

She shoots me a warning look. "Yeah, let's go." She responds, and I drag her away not even giving her the chance to say bye.

Once we're outside the school I see Taylor parked in the car and make my way over but suddenly realise I'm pulling against a dead weight. I turn back to find Emily has stopped, and is glaring at me. Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, and her soft brown eyes are looking at me in anger. What did I do now?

"Em, come on." I say impatiently, watching her expectantly.

She huffs in annoyance and pulls her hand free from my grip. "What the fuck is wrong with you Tommy? Why were you such an asshole to James?" Her hostility catches me off guard, and I don't know how many times I've told her to watch her mouth.

"Emily, please, don't swear at me. You know it pisses me off." I reply sternly, it kills me to admit it but I can feel myself becoming more like my Father every single day, especially when it comes to Emily. I'm a dominant, it came naturally to me, but Emily was no submissive. She's the love of my life.

"Answer my fucking question, Tommy!" She practically screeches, and I step closer to her. I narrow my eyes on my short girlfriend. A perk of recently hitting 5'8 is that I now tower over Emily.

"Watch your language," I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the car. I gently shove her into the car and slide in next to her. She moves as far away from me as possible and I roll my eyes.

The car is silent as Taylor drives us back to mine, and I can't cope with it anymore. I turn to look at my beautiful girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, Emily. It's just hard for me to see you with other boys, especially with boys I'm pretty certain want to fuck your brains out." I spit, and it came out sounding a lot less emotional than I planned.

Emily turns in her seat and rolls her eyes at me. I have to calm my twitching palm, and she knows it. The manipulative little minx.

"He doesn't want to fuck me, Tommy. It's just you being an over-protective asshole, as usual." She hisses, slapping my hand away when I try to pull her closer to me. I growl in protest.

"I'm only over-protective when it comes to you, I just want to protect you. You're the love of my life, baby. I don't want to lose you ever." I tell her honestly, she really is everything to me.

My girlfriend sighs, and moves over to straddle my lap. I wrap my arms around her and place a deep kiss to her lips. She pulls away and looks at me cautiously. "We're only seventeen, Tommy. We're just kids. I love you, you know I do. But we shouldn't act like we're going to be together forever, we just don't know." She responds softly, and I feel my heart break. She doesn't want to be with me. She doesn't love me. I'm not good enough for her, I know it and so does everyone else.

"Are you fucking breaking up with me?" I ask angrily, dropping my arms from around her and letting them land on the seat of the car.

She groans in frustration. "No! Fucking hell! No! I'm just saying we shouldn't act like we have our whole lives figured out. God, I don't understand why you have no self-confidence at all, Tommy. You're incredibly handsome, intelligent and sweet. I love you so much, you know I do."

I grunt in approval, replacing my arms around her again. "When I turned sixteen you said you'd marry me." I remind her in a quiet voice. I feel her shrug her shoulders against my chest.

"If we're still together when we're older, then of course I'll marry you." She responds, and I nod. That's good enough for me, because I'm never letting her go.

Christian POV

As soon as I hear the door crash open I jump up and lean against the kitchen counter, crossing my arms over my chest and narrowing my eyes in anticipation.

My son walks in dropping his bag on the floor. I raise an eyebrow at him and he picks it up on a huff, flinging it in the closet. He turns back around and eyes me suspiciously as I glower at him.

"Why do you look like you're ready to kill someone?" He asks on a smirk, grabbing a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and turning back to face me.

I step forward and glare down at him. "Would you care to explain why my Chevrolet was missing last night whilst I was working?" I ask knowingly.

His eyes widen in surprise but quickly narrow. "How do you know it was missing if you were at work and Mom was at Aunt Kates?" He asks me, his usual teenage cockiness shining through.

"Taylor informed me last night and got it tracked." I inform him and then lean down lower to reduce the height difference, "And imagine my surprise when I'm told its being be driven by a 'dark copper haired teenage boy' who was driving 20mph over the speed limit."

Thomas' gaze drops to the floor and he runs his hand through his hair, before glancing back up at me with a nervous smile. "Well that could have been Theo, he could probably still pass as a teenager." He argues, but we both know since my oldest son had started keeping his stubble he no longer could pass as younger than he is. Not to mention the fact he's in another state.

I exhale loudly and shoot accusing eyes at him. "Cut the crap, Thomas. I know it was you and you do not have a license yet, so do not drive without me or your instructor in the car with you, especially without my permission. Also, never drive above the speed limit that's how accidents happen." I lecture.

My son takes a gulp of his drink and then responds. "I'm sorry I took your car, Dad. But, in all fairness to me you never take me out driving. When Theo and Phoebe were learning you took them every weekend from when they turned sixteen." He points out, and I open my mouth to protest before closing it again. He's right. I haven't took him driving for months. I've just been so busy with Grey's Enterprise and keeping Thomas out of trouble that I hadn't even thought about teaching him. Theo had already passed by this age.

I nod in understanding. "You're right. I'm sorry I haven't took you out, Thomas. I will soon."

My son shrugs his shoulders on a smirk. "I'm the third kid. You and Mom are all parented out, I get it." He responds casually. He couldn't be more wrong. I'm certain Ana and I have spent most of our parenting years on our youngest just trying to cope with his incredulous behaviour.

I shake my head and place a hand on his shoulder. "That's not true, Thomas. I have the weekend off, how about I take you then?"

He looks up at me on a grin. "Really? That would be great. I've gotten so much better than since you last took me, Dad!" He exclaims.

I shake my head on a laugh. I remember taking him for the first time the week after he turned sixteen and I was surprised by how good he actually was. "You're a good driver anyway, just make sure you stay within the speed limit." I mock glare and he grins on a nod.

TPOV

I wake up extra early on Saturday morning ready to get a full day of driving done. As soon as I'm dressed, I storm into my parents' room hoping to God they're decent. I'm relieved when I walk in and find my Dad shirtless in bed, on his MacBook and my Mom reading on her Kindle next to him. They both look up at me on a glare and I grin. Since my siblings have moved out, I think they've been enjoying the quiet in the house but I like to make sure it doesn't last long, otherwise they might forget I live here.

"Did we not teach you how to knock, Thomas?" My Dad spits, eyeing me as I take a seat at the end of their bed.

I laugh and lean closer. "Dad, you tried to teach me a lot of things but that doesn't mean I was paying attention."

He growls and my Mom sighs. "Is there something you wanted, Thomas?" She asks with raised eyebrows.

I lift one side of my mouth upward into a wonky smile. "You two act like I'm not still living here. I don't finish my senior year for like nine months remember." I joke, earning a mumbled 'don't remind me' off my Dad, I narrow my eyes but continue. "Anyway, Mother, the reason I am here at this ungodly hour is because Dad promised to take me driving."

My Dad's eyes widen in recollection and he releases a long breath. "I did say that but I need to sort some things out, can it wait until next weekend?" He asks, and I groan lying back on their bad.

"This is so unfair. You two act like now Theo and Phoebe are all grown up you don't still have me. I'm not done yet. I should be able to drive by now but because you aren't giving me any help I can't. Why is it just because I'm your last kid you don't care as much?" I grumble, throwing an arm over my face.

I hear my Dad sigh and the bed shift. I remove my arm and find him standing in front of me in just his sweat pants. "Once again my young son, you're right. I'm sorry if it seems like we're not paying you as much attention, it's just your Mom and I have took on more responsibilities now you kids are older. Come on, I'll have a shower and then we'll leave. Go and have some breakfast now." He orders, and I grin eagerly.

Once my Dad is ready we head out to the Audi. I move to the front seat but he stops me by gripping my arm. "Remember what I said Thomas, eyes on the road at all times and make sure you stay within the speed limit."

I nod obediently before getting in the car, and waiting for my Dad to join me so I can start the engine up. I drive out of our estate and am feeling pretty good. I glance at my Dad who is actually looking quite relaxed and not like he's scared for his safety.

I turn to him on a grin. "I told you I'm good."

He smiles but then narrows his eyes as I nearly pull out in front of a car. I signal my apology to the driver and give a sheepish smile to my passenger.

He glares. "Eyes on the road at all times, Thomas." He reminds me, slowly and precisely.

CPOV

After nearly smashing into the side of a car, my son seems to increase his concentration which pleases me. Out of all of my children, Thomas is the one I have always been most worried about driving, purely because he has no attention span at all.

I glance at him as he drives, he really is very good and I'm surprised he hasn't passed his test yet, but I assume it's because the instructor feels he isn't safe enough. I would agree, especially when I notice he'd driving over the limit again.

"Thomas, for Christ sake slow down." I warn, and he huffs but does as I ask.

"I like it better fast," He mumbles turning a corner quickly. I steady myself in my seat and glare in his direction.

"I like it legal and safe where you are concerned." I respond. I'm not going to let him know about all the times I drive faster than I should.

Before he has a chance to reply we're interrupted by the Theo's voice echoing through the inbuilt car phone.

"Hey Dad, you there?" He asks down the phone. My son grins to himself.

"Hello there, Brother." Thomas responds slyly and I shake my head in amusement.

"Tommy? Are you driving Dad's car again? He's going to be so pissed at you. You know he's a complete control freak over his car."

I scoff and finally make my presence known. "I am not a control freak, Theodore. I'm a concerned Father when it comes to my children's safety."

Theo laughs nervously. "Oh hi, Dad. I didn't realise you were there. That's awkward." He mumbles, and I roll my eyes at Thomas who laughs.

"Was there something you wanted, Theo?"

My son clears his throat. "I was just phoning to make sure you and Mom are still coming up to visit next weekend?" He asks, referring to Ana's idea of visiting our son at Princeton.

"Yes, we'll be there." I confirm.

"So make sure you're sober, Theo." Thomas adds on a grin. I roll my eyes at him and remind him to concentrate on the road not the conversation.

Theo laughs down the phone. "From the drunk texts I've been receiving off you almost every weekend I should be saying that to you, buddy." He teases, and my eyes immediately shoot to Thomas' stiffening body. He told Ana and I he has been staying round Emily's studying the past few weekends.

"Very funny, Theo. Anyway, I think it's time you get back to studying. Laters, brother." Thomas calls down the phone not taking his eyes off the road as I glare at him.

"I can just picture the look Dad is giving you now and it's brightened my day. I love ya, Tommy. See you at the weekend, Dad."

As soon as my son is off the phone I tell Thomas to pull over, when he does I grip his arm tightly. "I hope what Theo said isn't true, Thomas. I hope you haven't been lying to your Mother and me."

He shakes his head furiously. "I haven't, Dad." He answers quickly and I know he's lying but I care more about his safety than punishing him.

I release my grip and lean back in my seat. "Well if you have, just know, I'd rather you call me up drunk in the night asking me to pick you up than find out you've got a lift home with a drunk driver and crashed."

Thomas looks at me suspiciously, "Seriously? You wouldn't be pissed?"

I laugh slightly and then smirk. "Oh I would be furious, but I'd rather be furious at my irresponsible seventeen year old son as I picked him up, than angry at myself because my seventeen year old son dies in a drink driving accident."

He shakes his head in understanding. "I would never drink and drive, Dad."

I smile slightly and ruffle his hair. "I know. You're a good boy at heart, Thomas, and a very good driver. I'm proud of you. Don't ever forget it."