Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Restaurant, Hospital and Restaurant

I hear the lock in the door and lift my head from my textbook, "hey, how did it go?"

He smiles at me as he comes into the room, "you didn't need to wait up, I'm sure you're tired after your day." He moves and sits on the armchair across from me. "It went well. He's not in too deep but it's definitely more than a casual contact. He will be joining me on Sunday's from now on."

"So you are going to keep going?"

"Yeah, I caught up with Ben gave him a run down of the last eighteen months the stuff I had been keeping him in the dark about as well. He called it dry drunk which is a controversial term- not that it bothers me, but my behaviour since the wedding is characteristic of the behaviour I exhibit when I'm using. It's part of the process of recovery, it's common for people to fall back into old patterns of acting but I didn't reach out for help I didn't own it. Ben thinks it's great that I didn't drink, it shows it's not the alcohol craving I don't have under control but the routine that it offers, the pass it gives me not to have to deal with my problems. He thinks weekly Sunday meetings, coffee catch up's with him and maybe a chat to one of the Counsellors at the Community Center. It won't be the same one I saw after the car jacking but one that focuses on breaking patterns of behaviour, they'll challenge how I cope with stress, abandonment and rejection. Ben thinks the counselling may not be more than a few sessions that since you came back I'm demonstrating clear changes from my usual behaviours in how I'm managing. I'm feeling more secure as you and Art are guaranteed fixtures in my life."

I smile, "it sounds like your night to help David was equally beneficial for you."

"It was. He's going to talk to Donna. I hope you don't mind but I offered for him to let her know you'd be happy to help, talk her through how to support the recovery."

"I'd be happy to but wouldn't Kelly be better for that?"

"Kelly has helped her mum, but I imagine being a partner to a recovering addict is different." I give him a questioning look, my curiosity making me break my own parameter rules. He gets my unasked question. "No. The relationship was surface level, it's probably why she became so obsessed over her looks. I didn't let her in at all, all she felt she could offer me became her appearance." He gets a deeply guilty look. "I wasn't very nice to her. I treated her pretty poorly actually. You saw the fights before you left, they were actually tame in comparison to that summer and the first few months of first semester."

Steve and Brandon inferred as much, and Steve's betting pool on campus indicates that it was a common occurrence. While I don't want to go too much into this, my intrigue is still pushing for more. "Why stay then?"

"You aren't going to like this but I essentially told her tonight to grow up, that we, you and I see through her behaviour bringing up the past to torment you. I told her we have moved on past the Bermuda Triangle of hell and that you know it was all lies. I apologised to her for escaping my problems with her, especially as I knew I didn't want or see a future with her, and that I knew I could never love her. I told her that you were the one- the love of my life from that moment at the locker, that my Mum knew it as well. I said she knew it too that's why she was always so angry once we were together, she knew I wasn't really there, she was angry for that. I was angry at myself. We were always just angry and because of that we made each other miserable, but misery loves company." He leans forward in his seat, "I stayed because I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want to be miserable without you and alone. The combination could have led down a dark path."

"But you didn't go back after the carjacking?"

"You came home for the anniversary party and… did Brandon tell you when I found out you weren't coming back for thanksgiving that I started to consider flying to see you. He blew up at me for that, shone a light on my shitty behaviour. It kept me here, but I took to calling you more often, sending more notes. That limited contact made me feel less lonely and your brother's words had struck a cord, if I wanted to be taken seriously with wanting you home I needed to prove to you I was serious."

I nod my question has been answered and it's now bordering on too much. I close my book, pick up my notepad and pen, and then get up. "I'm going to head to bed. Want me to do his dream feed? You were pretty tired this morning."

"No, it's okay. Even if I'm tired I like it, it's Arthur's and my time."

"Okay well if you want a lie in it's fine, I can take Erica to school. I have to head into the doctors for my tests anyway."

"They taking a lot of blood?"

"A bit."

"Can I drive you? Your blood thinners and other tablets may make you a little woozy, on top of your discomfort for needles I don't like the idea of you driving after that."

"Sure but the outdoor furniture is getting dropped off in the morning."

"Mum can take care of that, I'll transfer the gate intercom to her place while we are gone."

Dylan and I drop Erica and then head to the Doctor's, he's right I do get a little light headed. We head home and are meet by a furnished back porch. Dylan loves it as do I, he insists on me sitting down out there while he gets me a tea. We end up spending the day going over our readings, outlining homework assignments and playing with Art in between his naps. Suzanne is collecting Erica so it's Dylan, Art and I who head to the Peach Pit to await Brandon's announcement. When we walk in my parents and the rest of the gang are there.

Steve instantly steals Art from Dylan's arms declaring that he needs his wingman, when Dylan and I spot the redhead in question we instantly shake our heads. Art gets him an in, "if he attempts to take my son to Frat parties, your brother or not, I'm putting my foot down."

"I thought you had claimed him as yours as well?"

"Yes but he learns this from your side of the family." I actually laugh at that, it's the first time in day's Dylan has made me achieve this emotion.

As we move gradually down to my parents we greet the gang, spending a little more time with David. Donna's tension tells me she is aware and probably newly aware at that. "Uncle David can you rescue my son, Steve is being well Steve and if I send Dylan he'll just make fun of him." Dylan gives me a innocent look, "don't try it, you have always taken great pleasure in teasing him over girls. This girl could be his Stephanie."

He gives me his confused look, "every time you say that I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. Who is Stephanie?"

"I told you Guns and Roses-"

David jumps in, "Axels bride in November Rain. She is hot, is she Steve's dream girl now days?"

"See David gets Steve and I." I maturely raise my eyebrow in mock annoyance at Dylan and then turn and give a beaming smile to David. "Like three times I have tried to explain it to him. Let's hope Art takes after me in the pop culture category."

"Hey I know pop culture, but I know good pop culture. Which one hit wonder band did you stalk for the day again?"

Donna jumps in then while I try and process him not seeing Guns and Roses as good pop culture. "They were really nice."

"Yes that's what musicians want to be known for, their niceness not talent."

I glare at Dylan, "what you are known for is important. Take Byron for instance is the poetry people associate him with or that he was in love and slept with his sister."

Dylan laughs, "You're comparing Colour Me Rad to Bryon?"

My frustration increases, he knows what he is doing, "Bad, Colour Me Bad."

I glare he bites his lip to stop from laughing. "Is this what you guys are like all the time as it's very entertaining?"

"No David, most of the time Dylan is reading; he is less annoying that way." I pinch Dylan's arm when he smiles at my response. "I should say hello to my parents, David?" I give him a pleading look.

"I'm on it." As he moves to get Art I turn to Donna.

"You okay?"

"No, yes. It explains a lot. He told me this morning and Kelly this afternoon. She wants us to move out."

I give her a sympathetic look, "what do you think?"

"He admitted it and wants to get help, I don't want to abandon him. You didn't with Dylan."

"No but it was difficult at times, as much as you can support him it needs to come from him. He has to want it more than you." I squeeze her shoulder in silent support.

"She's right. When Bren said she would have to stop seeing me if I didn't get help, I wasn't willing to lose her. She didn't want to lose me either. I stoped from then on, I wanted nothing to jeopardise us. Though it took me months to invite Bren into the process of going to meetings, I was embarrassed that she'd hear me and realise it was too hard, that I wasn't worth the hassle."

"David is worth it."

"He might need to ride out his guilt a little on this one first before he can accept that." As our son approaches, Dylan grabs him. "Thank you Uncle David. Is he going strong over there?"

"No she was more interested in talking about the baby. Steve told her Art's favourite food is mango."

I look to David in confusion, "he can't eat yet. Did she not realise that?"

David's slow head shake says a lot. "I heard her ask as I walked away, which one was Steve and what art did he like."

"That's it I'm choosing his girls from now on, the man is not be trusted." Both Dylan and David laugh at that and even Donna cracks a smile through her heavy head.

By the time Brandon walks in Mum has nearly worn out her hold privileges by Art's standard and I'm drinking a tea and indulging in the smallest piece of pie I have ever seen. Dylan behind my back told Nat to cut a normal slice in two- I wasn't going to eat the full piece but I wanted the option to pick at the crust. When Brandon announces his victory we are all thrilled and once hugs and congratulations are extended by all, along with lots of reminders that President Clinton also met the President at his age, he joins us at the counter to fill us in on the results in full. Art is shifted to Donna as David plays peek-a-boo over her shoulder, as Brandon eats a massive piece of pie with all the sides as a congratulations while he then discusses the next steps of the Task Force. Everything is fine until we see Nat across the restaurant grab his chest and collapse. Dylan and Brandon are by his side in an instant while Steve grabs the phone and calls 911.

The guy's continue CPR until the ambulance arrives, by this stage I have Art in my arms as the commotion was upsetting him. Dylan tells Brandon to go in the ambulance he'll contact Nat's brother and sort out the closing of the restaurant and then go to the hospital. Brandon simply nods and passes him his keys. When Nat has been wheeled out, Dylan turns to face me. He's shattered from the CPR but also upset from one of his oldest friends and consistent adults in his life being unwell. He moves to me then hesitates I make the last move with our son between us. Whatever Dylan is or isn't to me we are still a family. His grip is intense and he buries his face in my neck inhaling me. When he is composed he leans back.

"I've got to call Nat's cousin and then see if Suzanne can come down and close. Erica-"

"Can stay with us. You use the main restaurant phone and I'll call Iris on the pay phone to see if she can drive here with the Porsche. She can put the kids to bed, and we can head to the hospital."

"You sure?"

"Yeah someone needs to keep Brandon and you from not pulling out your hair in worry." I give him a wink.

He kisses my forehead and our sons and moves to the phone. Steve is already bussing tables and David has picked up the coffee pot to fill up the shaken customers cups. Donna is checking on Willy giving him a big hug. Andrea and Kelly are talking but as I move past them Andrea stops me.

"We are trying to figure out if we should be taking orders or if the restaurants closing early, what do you think?"

"If Dylan can get Suzanne or one of the other waitresses here then it will stay open tonight, if not… well if we could get them through the dinner rush that would be good, Willy and the waitresses count on tips to top up their pay."

By the time I've got off the phone with Iris she has gladly agreed and is on her way, I go to Dylan who is in the office looking through papers. "What are you looking for?"

"Nat's medical insurance information in case the hospital needs it. Mum on her way?"

"Yes. Suzanne?"

"Yeah. Joey Nat's cousin is on his way to the hospital as he is next of kin that should make any medical decisions easier to authorise." He looks up from the desk. "How's our little guy?"

"He got a little distraught from the commotion, I might actually take him outside to the car and feed him and put him down for his catnap. Iris will be here soon so he'll then be settled and ready for her."

"Feed him in here I don't like the idea of you going outside to do it."

"It's noisey in the restaurant and in here, you know how Art gets with distractions, and then there is my Father. He's traditional when it comes to nursing."

"I thought that was just me he hated seeing that."

"No it's all people, except the women of the family. Sorry you aren't overly special in his dislike there."

"That's shocking I thought I was responsible for all the worlds miseries according to Jim."

"No just mine, including the ageing process oh and you are to blame for Brandon moving out."

He raises his eyebrow at me, "this is why you made me sit between you and Donna."

"I just thought a two person buffer and his grandson would be advisable today." I'm silent for a moment and study him, I'm not sure I hide my concern well. "I know Nat is special in a different way to you than the rest of the gang so I won't ask if you're doing okay. Let's just focus on getting everything here sorted so we can make our way too the hospital as soon as your Mum and Suzanne are here. That means me going to feed Art and you…"

"Making sure Steve doesn't change the menu before Suzanne arrives. Let me find the insurance information and then I'll go out on the floor and make sure it's going okay, when Suzanne is right I'll bring Erica out to the car to wait for my Mum."

Iris arrives when I'm in the middle of Art's feed, she comes and sits with me as I finish up and then lay him in his car seat for the drive home. She asks about Nat and I tell her off Brandon and Dylan's fast thinking in starting CPR. You can see the pride in her eyes at her son's efforts. Dylan arrives with Erica a few minutes later, the little girl is happy to spend another night in her new bedroom and is even more pleased when I ask if she can help show Iris where all Art's bath items are. She loves helping with him and the gleam in her eyes tells me I may have created a monster for Iris- Arthur's grandma may not get much of a look in.

We see them off with kisses all round, I get in the Porsche and Dylan takes Brandon's car. When we get to the emergency room I can see the fear in Dylan's body preparing for bad news. I slowly creep my hand into his as a silent support. Dylan's only acknowledgement is the death grip on my hand, as we move closer to where Brandon is sitting, he covers my hand with both of his like he's afraid I'll pull away. As we approach Brandon stands.

"Hey, Joey's arrived and is just chatting to the Doctor's. It was a heart attack, we just don't know how bad." He gives us a moment to digest the news. "Everything okay at the restaurant?"

"Yeah I called Suzanne in to help out, Steve said he'd stick around to just to help as well."

"That's good, I'm sure Nat will be relieved that it's been taken care of tonight."

It's a few minutes later that we are sitting in silence waiting on Joey. We have exhausted where the kids are and the strange disappearance of our parents, who left the restaurant quietly only letting Donna know they were departing. When he arrives it's a mix of bad and devastating news. Nat needs heart surgery so will be out for a few weeks resulting in the permanent closure of the Peach Pit. Joey can't see it opening again if it has no money coming in for weeks. Brandon and Dylan are stunned it's an institution in Beverly Hills and both know it means the world to Nat to continue on the family legacy.

Nat's allowed two visitors at a time so I send both guys in, Dylan say's he'll wait to go in with me but I know Nat would want to see his boy's. As I wait for them I discuss the Pit with Joey, if it can stay open for the duration of Nat's stay it will survive but with paying for additional waitstaff in Nat's absence it will be turning little profit if any during this time. He jokes unless I want to bring Laverne back for an encore. Unbeknownst to me it was the most profitable week in the last ten years for the restaurant and what gave Nat some of the additional funds to renovate that summer. Joey says he supplied the rest, making him part owner of the business, an investment he now regrets.

When the guy's come out I make my way in and see Nat. He is exhausted but smiles when he see's me. I joke that between us we are making the Peach Pit popular with the ambulance drivers. He chuckles at that and says we should offer them a discount. Knowing Dylan and Brandon don't have much personal experience with hospitals I ask Nat for a list of personal items that will make his stay more comfortable. When I offer to collect anything he needs from his place he smiles and lets me know of a number of items he'd like, including a picture of his parents. He points to the keys on his side table and I grab them, letting him know we will be by in the morning with the items. I give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him to get some rest, moving his sheets higher as I do as hospital rooms get chilly.

Joey has taken the insurance information off Dylan and has gone to fill out the forms, both men are sitting in silence trapped in their thoughts. I look at the time it's still early the kids would only just be getting ready for their baths. "Brandon, Nat's sleeping for the night so why don't you come back to ours for dinner and we can chat about The Pit?"

He agrees and by the time he is pulling up into our driveway behind us I have filled Dylan in on Joey's conversation and the need to stop by Nat's place in the morning. Brandon though distracted is suitably impressed with our home and laughs when he say's it's actually a perfect balance between the two of us. Iris has put Art down but Erica comes out of her room in her pyjamas, she comes over for a hug wanting reassurance that Nat is okay. She's spent a lot of time with him since Suzanne got the job ten days ago. I send her to sit at the bench and organise a warn milk for her to help relax her to sleep, Dylan is cutting up items for a salad for us while I pull out and defrost some organic chicken breast. After Erica has been tucked in by both Dylan and I, the four of us sit down and discuss the restaurant.

Brandon is adamant it doesn't close and Dylan is supportive but more staff is needed to cover Nat's absence and a manager to at least do the ordering and rostering. Dylan asks about Suzanne taking over, and while Brandon thinks she could run the floor and open or close she probably doesn't have the knowledge this soon to know the suppliers. I ask about Willie taking that on, and Brandon say's yeah it makes sense as the short order cook knows the supplier's and the quantities to order for the food he makes. He volunteers to arrange the standard milk, soft drinks, coffee and pie order to arrive every few day's. It leaves only the staffing and business aspect to manage like the wages, bills and bank accounts.

Joey should take care of the latter but from the way he sounded he's ready to give it all up, cut his loses and move on. Brandon takes on the staffing roster but anticipates with Nadeen in Mexico and Nat in hospital it leaves only two staff who know the opening and closing, the rest are casuals. They'd have to work every day to make that work. He'll need to come out of retirement for a few day's a week to pick up the shortfall. Dylan and I offer to help, though Dylan is not happy about me offering due to my need to rest. Brandon agrees to Dylan but like Dylan vetoes me participating. They agree to run the floor tomorrow night together so Brandon can can run through the opening and closing procedures with Dylan.

By the end of the week Dylan is exhausted, Erica is spending most nights with us as Suzanne volunteered to take the openings for the week. The other waitress is taking afternoon and the dinner rush and close is alternating between Dylan and Brandon the other sits with Nat at the hospital for a couple of hours. Steve is Erica's chauffeur, he has kindly taken to picking her up each night and dropping her here. It gives her a chance to have the afternoon and dinner with her Mum. I'm with Art following his schedule and keeping the house here organised, and resting as all but decreed by Dylan and my brother's. Iris has taken to visiting the hospital each morning to see Nat knowing that it can be lonely without support. He has been sharing all his Hollywood stories and she has shared some of her own from her time with Jack.

On Friday night Dylan knocks on my open bedroom door but only enters when I invite him in. He looks tired. "Hey I wanted to see how your Doctor's appointment went and coffee with your Dad?"

As I'm in bed reading, I silently invite him to sit down. "Doctor's was good, my results from Monday show my liver is the same as the last results which is positive and on listening to my lungs they sound a little clearer. My Dad continued Mum's lecture from Tuesday that they were hurt that I called Iris to take care of the kids rather than ask them, the people sitting a few feet away. I tried explaining again it was so the kid's could be in their home causing the least disruption to their routine; anyway they aren't happy. To make it up to the I've invited them to lunch here tomorrow." I give him my innocent smile.

"I'm guessing it's too late to swap with Brandon and take that shift?"

I laugh a humourless laugh, "yeah when they see this place my Dad is going to think it's excessive. If I have to sit through the lecture I need you to be here for support."

He moves his hand and covers my own, "Of course I'll support you, always with everything." He holds my eyes until I can't take anymore, the intensity of his making me nervous. My joking comment leading us into a conversation I didn't want to have.

We have spent the week working as a family, he and I but also Iris, Steve, Brandon and Suzanne, even if I have never met her. It's allowed me no space to hold onto my anger so tightly, and between my afternoon meditations sessions with Iris and the focus away from Dylan and I, I'm feeling more in tuned to my feelings, able to process rather than shut them down. It's the first time in a long time that I have felt remotely like myself, but it doesn't mean that look from him is wanted.

Our Family status is guaranteed, our friendship appears secure enough to weather the storms of his repeated betrayal, but our romantic relationship seems to me a mirage- I envisioned a beautiful forever love, in reality it was just a teenage boy's crush. Though my anger even at the mirage is starting to dissolve; he was young, he loves me as family, I'm his best friend and above all it gave me Art and made Erica and Iris my family to. Even if it was a more meaningful relationship on my end, the hurt I've experienced was worth all of that, if I get to have Art and Erica in my life I would do it all over again.

Dylan sees my unease and moves his hand back. "There is something else I wanted to talk to you about. Joey was at the hospital this evening and well, even with the place open he is still unhappy with the increased costs without Nat there. He was pushing him to sell when I walked in. Nat isn't in a state to argue. He's stable enough now for his surgery so they have scheduled it for Sunday, but honestly I worry how he will go in there if he feels he has nothing to come back to."

"You want to buy Joey out don't you?" His nod is slow. "Dylan it's your money, if this is something you want to do then I say go for it, but can you speak to Brandon first. He has been like you working crazy hours at the restaurant, on the task force and in College to keep Joey from closing the place. He might feel his efforts are for nothing if you could have just bought Joey's share from the start, and reduced the operating hours to accommodate Nat's absence."

"Yeah I didn't think of that, Brandon has been working hard to keep the place going. If anything he is the guy in charge, I just follow his lead. He knows that place nearly as well as Nat." He is quiet for a moment and looks around the room, focusing on some pictures I have on my chest of drawers. It's one of the gang but really the focus like much of my first two years in Beverly Hills was the three of us together. Brandon and him have been brother's since their first meeting, and well then Dylan met me. "I remember taking him in there the first time and introducing him to Nat, they instantly got along. Before the gang was the gang that place had been mine and then it became Brandon's and mine. I guess even now it's still ours. We haven't really asked the rest of the gang to come take a shift or help manage the place. It just doesn't seem like their right or responsibility. I know you would have been there if you could, and I guess next to Brandon and I that place means a lot to you too, for good and bad reasons. It's where you told me you might be pregnant in sophomore year, it's where you were nearly lost to us- twice, and it's where you and I have spent many hours together just being us together. If we bought it, you and I, we would be taking Brandon out of that equation."

He stands and goes to the drawers and picks up the photo. "The three of us were family first, I have nearly destroyed that along the way but you were both my first family and Nat was the first consistent adult in my life to actually care. That place to me means all of that, it should by rights be then in all our names."

"Dylan I wasn't suggesting for you to bring Brandon in on such a significant purchase I was just asking you to talk to him first. Being blindsided is never fun."

"It's not that much of a significant investment, and in all honesty it sounds right the three of us doing this together." I shake my head.

"No. You are both like sons to Nat, if you want to include Brandon then make it in both of your names. Nat will like that its remaining a family business with his favourite son's, like how he got the business."

"You know if it's mine, it's yours?"

"I know that you would gladly include me on everything but let this be you and your first brother's thing. Maybe one day you'll pass it down to Art and Brandon to his first son." He smiles at that.

"We have the cash in the account but that is a chunk out of the Malibu property, we either take a larger mortgage on the build to cover the difference or I go to your dad. With his mood recently, about Brandon moving out and Iris being a more active grandparent it may take longer for him to 'find the funds', and if he finds out I will be putting Brandon on the contract he may delay the sale for weeks or months."

"We can get a mortgage to cover the difference and still build both?" He nods. "Will the sale of the second house cover the mortgage?"

"According to our realtor not in full, unless Malibu increases in price but the mortgage will be small and something we could pay off with the dividends over the next few year's or we could get Jim to release more funds. Jim is expecting a big return on an investment before the summer so rather than reinvest it all we could draw down on some of those profits and pay that loan off and then use the rest as the deposit for the next investment property?"

I get an uneasy look, being tied together as a family through Art is one thing but to be so tied to his finances and assets when we don't have a future is adding maybe too much complexity to our situation. "Dylan-"

"Hey don't say it's my decision it's not it's about our family and we make those decisions together."

"This is about your money."

"Our money, one day our son's money and well maybe his siblings. That is if I can convince you that we should try for a little Brenda and then maybe a combination of us both, we should also try for a fourth cause middle child drama we don't need, though if we went for the fifth and got twins that would be outstanding." I realise I've subconsciously crossed my legs, the thought of pushing another five out causing the physical reaction. He see's the fear, "relax we had Art early we have what twenty years to gradually add to our family." I shake my head he's tired and delusional.

"When I say that part of our relationship is over what do you hear?"

"That you rightly so are still running away from the truth that we are meant to be together. The truth that we are made for each other, but I don't mind that you run." He comes and sits on the other side of the bed but faces me. "I ran for a while, I ran in the worst way possible. If you need to run for a bit well I can wait, if you need time to make sure I'm here now and I am able to deal with problems maturely then take the time you need. That bedroom is fine waiting for us, I don't mind dusting it and making sure it's ready when you remember to trust those emotions again." He puts a piece of my hair behind my ear. "In the mean time we have a nearly four month old, a nearly permanent ten year old and an ageing hippie to keep us on our toes."

I start laughing at the last one, "I'm telling your mother you called her that."

"Hey when she started corrupting you with meditation sessions she became our first problem child." I laugh a little more, "if she starts teaching you her blasted cards or takes you to her mind gym then she's losing her driving privileges." Dylan having taken Iris to get a run around LA car for her on Wednesday morning had some recourse on this.

"The meditation is good you should try it."

"I surf that's my calm though if you truly want me to be stress free I found being your pillow very calming. I mean if you are worried for my emotional wellbeing."

I roll my eyes, "surprisingly I'm not that worried, though you should go and get some sleep. It sounds like you need to see Brandon tomorrow morning and then you both have a trip to Joey's then Nat's before you are home for lunch with my parents."

"You probably are right. Should I push Art's morning feed another fifteen he's going well with five am?"

"Your call. If he is able to sleep past five then you can let him go longer. He's not sleeping more than a catnap now in the morning after our breakfast but he is wanting to fall asleep a little earlier for his next sleep."

"I'll see if he wakes at five." He stands and moves to the doorway, "remember if you get lonely in the night or need my chest as your pillow I'm just a few feet away. Feel free to come on in."

"Don't hold your breath on that."

"Oh should I hold something else?"

I try and hold a stern face but I lose it, "you have spent too much time with the guys this week." He goes to move back in, "and no that wasn't an offer for more time with me."

He gives me his trademark sexy shy smile and then bites his lip for good measure. "Night Baby."

He's gone before I can correct him.