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Chapter 5: Fly Away Birdy, Go Home.

It was Saturday morning, Christian, Ana, Carrick and the security team had stayed at Mama Dunn's Bed and Breakfast overnight, while Nicolette stayed with her father.

Christian woke to the alarm he had set the night before, and groaned.

This was so not his bed, and if every bed in Haven were like this, he would make sure that Nicolette would be sleeping on the best bed the world had to offer. Christian rolled onto his side and slid out of bed, smiling at the groaning sound Ana made when he unwound himself from her. Christian tucked Ana in and left to shower.

Halfway through his shower, Ana slid in behind him with the look of a minx on her face.

You could say Christian was a VERY happy man that morning.

Nearly three hours later it was ten in the morning and Taylor was pulling into the Johnson's drive- which had the beat up, red jeep that Nicolette- to Christian's horror- drove, and almost five other work vehicles. Two minutes later everyone had climbed out of the SUVs and were about to approach the door when Mike Johnson appeared from the left side of the house. On a tractor.

"She's out back!" He hollered, driving around the SUVs and heading towards the hay fields.

"It's Saturday sir, they may have to get work done before Sunday- the day of rest for Farmers." Taylor shrugged, after getting a look of curiousness from his boss, his boss' dad and his boss' wife. The group headed around back to find two pick up trucks- though none of them were Max's truck- being loaded with wood that a total of ten teenagers were shoving into the beds.

"Morning!" The group turned to see a very scantily dressed Nicolette. She wore a pair of holed shorts that barely reached mid thigh, a black tank top and work boots with work gloves. In her arms was quite possibly the trunk of a small tree.

"Taylor!" Christian shouted, Taylor- understanding instantly- grabbed the log out of the sixteen year old's arms.

"Hey!" She glared.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Christian asked. Nicolette laughed.

"It's the first Saturday after summer break started." She explained.

"So you do what?" Christian asked annoyed, at this point three farm boys- all nearly the size of Taylor- walk over to Nicolette.

"Nikks, you alright?" One asked, his dusty blonde hair looked like it would have been brown if the sun hadn't bleached it, and his dark brown eyes glinted with anger.

"Yeah, Mark I'm fine. Get back to work, the yard has to be cleaned, the pit has to be made and the fire set up- but not lit." Nicolette nodded, the three boys didn't look convinced but backed away slowly, as if daring Christian to yell once more.

"Every year- the first Saturday after school lets out- one of the farms host a 'hallelujah schools out' bon fire. This year it happens to be the Johnsons. We are clearing out the yard and setting everything up for tonight. Do you not do that in the city?" Nicolette asked, Christian shook his head with annoyance.

Nicolette muttered something about being bored underneath her breath.

"Look I gotta get back to work, it isn't fair that I live here and am not doing anything. Taylor if you refuse to give that back to me, the big logs go in the bed of the red truck." Nicolette huffed, she turned causing her ponytail to swing and nearly hit Christian.

She tossed a light hearted 'sorry' over her shoulder and slide down the cliff-like ledge only ten feet from the house. The back part of the house had trees only an acre away from the ledge but between the ledge and the tree line was a clearing five teens were stacking cement blocks in a ten foot wide circle three cement blocks high while the other teens were gathering wood for the fire. And the bigger logs were being used as make shift benches along with five or six hay bales.

"We've been working since five this morning." answered the girl with odd colored hair- Lee Anne.

"Seriously?" Ana asked.

"Yeah, all of us procrastinated doing this so we all had to get up at five and get it done." Lee Anne laughed.

The roar of the chainsaw filled the air.

"Alright which guy finally got smart!?" Someone shouted, causing everyone- except the Greys and the security- to laugh.

"It was probably Mac!" Another girl shouted, she was one of the few unloading cement blocks from a trailer and making it into a circle.

"God we need music!" Nicolette shouted.

"I gotcha babe!" one of the guys shouted, causing Christian to tense as he spotted the guy that had approached him earlier asking Nicolette if she were ok, run to a truck and turn it on enough so the radio played and blasted some music.

Drinking whiskey out the bottle! Not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow! Singing sweet home Alabama all summer long!

"C'mon inside, Nicolette and them will stop for lunch in about two hours!" McKenzie shouted, begrudgingly the Greys walked inside. Christian leaving Taylor, Sawyer, Ryan and Peters outside to make sure Nicolette will be fine.

-...- Two Hours Later...-...

Nicolette walked inside as you could hear the peeling of tires outside. She had dirt in her hair, mud on her face and wood scraps on her clothes.

"Nicolette you better of taken those boots of yours off at the door!" McKenzie hollered.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm gonna go shower and change before Max gets here." Nicolette nodded and rushed upstairs.

Thirty minutes later she was downstairs and in black leggings that ended mid calf with a white halter top that had ruffles down the back and ended below her butt, with white-ish sandals. Her copper colored hair was dried and her bangs pulled back in a braid with the other half of her hair down.

"Better. I felt so weird in those shorts working with Mac and the others." Nicolette joked.

"Better not tell Max, he'd kick the crud out of them." McKenzie joked. The sound of wheels on gravel.

"Your father is still out in the fields, but I will handle the things on the list, don't worry." McKenzie smiled.

"Thanks, for everything McKenzie." Nicolette smiled.

"Your welcome baby girl."

A knock sounded at the door.

"Get a move on baby girl." McKenzie grinned.

Ten Minutes Later...

Ryan watched from the back of Max's pick up as his boss' daughter and her boyfriend talked- trying to do anything but eavesdrop, key word... Trying.

"What if this doesn't work out. What if my actual dad hates me Max?" Nicolette asked.

"He won't hate you, no one can actually hate you, Nikks." Max responded instantly, taking his girls hand with one of his own and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

"I can name four right now! Marcy Anne, Tatum McCarthy, Sara Beth and Maddison Rhodes."

"They don't count, they hate everyone." Max snorts.

"This is supposed to be serious Max, I'm freaking out here. What if he decides he doesn't want me to be his daughter? Max, my own mom didn't want me. I could have lived my life perfectly fine if I always believed that neither of them even tried to get to know me. But if one of them actually tried and decided that they don't want me." Nicolette spoke quickly.

"Calm down, you're probably freaking out the security dude in the back. Besides, I will always be here for you Nikks. No matter what, remember what we promised each other?" Max asked, it was Nicolette's turn to laugh. Max shook his head and pulled over to the side of the road, and put the car in park.

He put his finger underneath Nicolette's chin and made her look at him.

"I promise, each and everyday to love you as though you are my wife. I promise, each and everyday to learn something new about you. I promise, each and everyday, to hold you close. I promise, each and everyday to stay true to you. I promise, each and everyday to confide in you with my fears and to know and trust your judgment. I promise, each and everyday to protect you like I know you will protect me. I promise, each and everyday to love you more than the day before. In sickness and health, richer or poorer, until the day I die." Max whispered, just loud enough for Ryan to hear.

"I promise, each and everyday to love you as though you are my husband. I promise, each and everyday to learn something new about you. I promise, each and everyday to hold you close. I promise, each and everyday to stay true to you. I promise, each and everyday to confide in you with my fears and to know and trust your judgment. I promise, each and everyday to protect you like I know you will protect me. I promise, each and everyday to love you more than the day before. In sickness and health, richer or poorer, until the day I die." Nicolette whispered back. The two kissed- as if sealing a deal, only making Ryan just a bit more awkward in the situation he was in. The two continued to kiss until Christian knocked on the window.

"Are you two ok in there or is there a lack of oxygen causing you two to conserve the precious air?" Christian asked, Nicolette blushed as Max smiled at his girl's father and told him everything was alright. And it was... for now.

Eleven minutes after the small pit stop, the two SUVs and the one truck pulled into a restaurant under the name of Diana's and parked.

Ryan sat at the table with the other three security guards as the three- soon to be four- Greys sat at the table with Max.

"So what caused you guys to pull over?" Taylor asked.

"The two are in a deeper relationship than the boss thinks. That I can tell you for sure. They have these vows to each other that are like their own little customized wedding vows. Anyway, Maxwell pulled over because Nicolette thinks that the boss is going to hate her and toss her out after a couple months. He pulled over as a way of saying, 'if he does that I'll kick his ass. I don't care who he is.'." Ryan answered.

"Little vows?" Sawyer joked.

"Yeah, I promise, each and everyday to love you more than I did the day before. That's the last one anyway." Ryan shrugged.

"So, do we tell boss man that his daughter may be with the Hartsville boy in a more physical way?" Peters asked.

"No... At least you won't, if I believe he may run with her tonight at the party. I'll tell him, and let him call the shots from there, but under no circumstances will any of you let her out of your sights tonight. If things are this serious between them that they have little vows they made up who-knows how long ago, we need to make sure he won't pull a vigilante move and get her out of our protection from the monster after her." Taylor answered.

The guys nodded.

"What other promises did they make each other?" Taylor asked, after staring at the younger couple for a while. All four men noticed that Hartsville had his hand on Nicolette's thigh and was rubbing circles into the fabric of her leggings.

"Serious ones. 'I promise, each and everyday to hold you close. I promise, each and everyday to confide in you with my fears and know and trust your judgment. I promise, each and everyday to protect you like I know you will protect me.' And other mushy stuff." Ryan spoke.

The waitress came up.

"Hi, my name is Sara Beth and I will be your server today. May I start you off with some drinks?" Sara Beth asked.

"Water, for all of us." Taylor spoke.

"Perfect, do you know what you want or would you prefer to wait for your drinks to be-" Taylor cut her off.

"Wait. We've been discussing business."

"What kind of business? It isn't ev'ryday four mysterious men come into Haven." Sara Beth asked.

"Secret. We'd have to kill you." Peters joked. The smile fell of Sara Beth's face as she scurried away.

"Well, that was fun." Sawyer laughed. The security men noticed Sara Beth chatting to some other girl, Sara Beth then pulled her blonde hair up back into a neat pony tail and her blue eyes glinted with mischievousness, the other girl had neat brown hair pulled back into a bun with soft grey eyes. The brunette nodded and put a pitcher of lemonade in the middle of the tray and five glasses on the tray, a different liquid in each glass. The brunette then took the tray and started walking towards the Greys. Taylor noticed something was wrong, and stood, the other three following suit. By the time that they figured out just what the brunette was going to do it was too late, all of the liquids in the glasses had been poured on Nicolette and a good portion of the lemonade had been dumped on her too.