Those last couple of reviews though. Wow. I am so glad to actually get people picking up on some of the things I'm trying to show in this series. So thank you. Thank you.

Baby, It's Cold Outside – Jessica Simpson/Nick Lachey

Year 18

"What's the hurry, Erin?" Her boyfriend asked her, from where they sat in his pickup truck. Their impromptu make-out session was getting carried away when she noticed his hands were starting to slide up the back of her shirt. She wanted to go further with him but she wasn't ready to be that kind of girl.

"I really can't stay, my parents are probably waiting." She sighed, pulling her skirt back down her legs and her top back down to her waistline. She knew her makeup was probably smeared and her hair was frizzy from his hands running through it. She climbed back to the passenger seat. Not to mention it was freezing, parked down the street from her house where it was freezing and snowing outside.

"Are you sure you can't stay out for a little while longer? We could get dessert somewhere?" He asked sadly, sad to see her go. They'd been dating for two years and he was head over heels in love with her. He had been since the time he saw her.

She shook her head. "My mother is probably worried. My dad is probably pacing the floor."

"I'll take you home then." He agreed, starting up the truck.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want them to worry. And besides, the longer we stay out at night, the less my dad likes you." She sighed, knowing it was the absolute truth. Her father did nothing but worry about her being out late with him even if they did meet at church and both had good intentions…getting into virtually no trouble over the past two years.

"It's ok. I understand." He promised her, taking a few breathes to try and collect some of his excitement.

When they parked in her driveway he ran around the truck to open her door and walk her to the door. He insisted on opening doors for her, paying for her meals and all of those boyfriendly things. It took some getting used to on her part since not a lot of the other boys at school were like that, but she really liked that quality in him.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." He grinned, carefully settling his hands on her waistline. She agreed.

"Me too. Thank you. For dinner. The show. I had a really good time."

He nodded. There was a moment of silence. They didn't realize that her father was watching them intently from the other side of the window, peaking around the corner.

"This kid doesn't really think that he's going to get away with kissing her. On my porch. On the porch of my own house." Jackson ranted, they were already way too close for his comfort.

April rolled her eyes dramatically. "Relax. They're not doing anything you didn't do at their age."

Jackson panicked. "What? That's the worst possible thing you could say to me right now April!"

She forgot who she was talking to. Not everyone had a threesome for their first time and not everyone was only sixteen when that happened.

"Sorry!" She corrected. "What I meant, was that they're just kissing. I'm sure of it. We talk."

Jackson shook his head. "That's too much. I don't like it. I don't like it at all April."

April laughed. "They met at church. They have a band together. They're not doing anything."

Jackson shook his head at the naïveté his wife had toward teenagers. Hardly any teenagers were as good as she was she was a teenager. He knew it.

On the other side of the door, Erin's boyfriend made his move. "Can I kiss you now?"

Luckily April was distracting Jackson and he didn't catch any of this.

Erin nodded, meeting her boyfriend halfway for a goodnight kiss. He pulled her closer into his arms and inhaled the strawberry scent she was illuminating. They stayed like that, kissing goodnight hungrily, until Jackson opened the door to welcome her home.

"Oh hi sweetheart, you're home." He pulled her inside and shut the door, standing out on the front porch with her boyfriend.

"While I have you here," He started, "I just want to make sure that we're on the same page."

"Uhh, good evening Dr. Avery." Christian mumbled nervously, not entirely sure what was going to happen next.

"Listen to what I'm saying son, because I'm not going to repeat myself." Jackson instructed carefully and slowly so he wouldn't miss anything.

"Erin is my only daughter. I took her to daddy-daughter dances, I went to years of ballet recitals, I can still hear her calling out to me to tuck her in at night. I see her and I remember the years she refused to take off her tutu and that was ok. She's my princess. Always has been, always will be. But I know she's growing up and I have to understand that," he mumbled something about 'or so her mother says' under his breath and continued "But so help me God, if you ever hurt her or try to do anything that she doesn't want to do or isn't comfortable with doing I will kill you. If she doesn't go to college and it has something to do with you, I will kill you. If I find her crying and it has something to do with you, I will kill you. And don't think that I won't find out, because I will. Am I clear?"

Christian visibly gulped, trying to comprehend the entire lecture he just got. There was nothing about what was said that appeared to have been humorous. There was definitely nothing there that was to be taken lightly.

This was a different Dr. Avery than what he was used to from church. He'd only ever seen him while he was with Erin's mom and on his best behavior. He was smiling and ushering at church. He wasn't giving frightening lectures and threats.

"Yes Sir." He told him, looking him in the eye to confirm his answer.

"Good." He nodded, easing his body language slightly to lighten the mood. "I'm sure Erin told you we have season tickets to the Seahawks, right?"

He nodded. He loved the Seahawks. "What do you say to going to the game with us? Colin will be visiting his Grandmother in Boston so we have an extra ticket."

Christian nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. Thank you, Sir."

Christian didn't go anywhere, he didn't know if he was 'dismissed' or not. "Why are you still standing here son?" Jackson asked him, confused.

Christian flew off the porch, into his truck and out of the driveway. When Jackson walked back into the house he was welcomed by two unhappy women.

"Dad, really? Why did you have to go and do that?" Erin groaned, she felt thoroughly embarrassed by the lecture her dad just forced on her boyfriend.

"Really, Erin. It all had to be said. Don't worry. I didn't hurt him or anything." He mocked, walking down the hallway and into his office. He was choosing to ignore the wrath of his wife for as long as he could.

Erin pulled her phone out to text Christian.

Erin: I am SO sorry about my Dad.

She got no response for the next ten minutes and became a pile of nerves. But finally her phone went off.

Christian: Don't be. He was just being a Dad. Plus he invited me to the game with your family on Sunday

Erin sighed in relief. Her Dad could be cool. She knew it.