Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 21

Kathlines Point of View.

Every last drain of blood leaves my body as I stare wide eyed at my son. What the heck, why would he ask if Davey was my boyfriend? I open my mouth to tell my little munchkin that Davey is mammy's friend when the man himself crouches down, getting on the same level as Andy, and smiles. "I am your mammy's friend, we used to be very good friends when we were at school, and I hope that we will be very good friends again. I also want to be friends with you," Davey smiles.

"Oh, okay, just Amber's mammy has lots of boyfriends, like three, and I think mammy should have one as well," Andy sighs sadly.

I gasp, how the hell does my six-year-old know about Chantelle and her constant stream of men she parades around the place? But I guess that is a question for another day, for now, the crisis has been averted by Davey's answer who looks up at me, and smiles. "Now, shall we eat," he states, taking the whole embarrassing situation in his stride, and it makes my stomach flutter at just how good he is with my son.

Andy tucks into the pancakes and syrup, but one bite of the sausage McMuffin and he turns up his nose, casting it aside.

"So, are you at work tomorrow?" Davey asks me.

"Yes, I am sending Andy back to school, and I have some urgent things to do that I need to get back into the office for." I shrug.

"So, what time do you set off in the morning?" Davey asks.

"Erm, I get Andy to breakfast club for eight am," I smile up at his handsome face.

"Okay, I finish at 6, so up to you, but I can bring breakfast again for half six if you like. The only issue is if we get a shout just before shift ends, then we have to finish when the job is done," Davey asks.

"Can I get more of these pancakes, they are delicious?" Andy asks as if the question had been for him and not me.

"That is up to your Mammy," Davey laughs ruffling my son's hair affectionately.

Again, my stomach flips over, seeing him act so naturally with Andy does something to me, making me want to put Andy in his room for a couple of hours and jump on Davey, and live out every fantasy I have had about him over the past few days.

"Well, we can do that, but I will still need to be at work for half-eight, so you will have to go to breakfast club, but you do not need to eat." I smile down at my son.

Davey grins up at me and gives me the sexiest wink, and I have to cross my legs, as I am pulsing with need down below now. Damn, another night with my pink rabbit to get rid of the ache is on the cards. What is this man doing to me?

Finished with his sticky pancakes, I send Andy upstairs to clean his teeth and wash his face again, then begin to clear away the plates. Davey follows me into the kitchen, then comes up behind me softly trailing his finger down my arm leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Remember our date on the beach?" He whispers huskily in my ear.

His breath on my cheek causes my body to tingle from head to foot, as I let out a laboured breath.

"Yeah," I breathe out. That is one time of my life that will be forever engrained in my memory.

"Me too, laid on the beach, getting carried away as we kissed," he whispered.

"Yeah," I say again losing all ability to speak right now.

"I still remember the feel of you as I slipped my finger into your short shorts, and under your tiny bikini bottoms, you were so wet, your walls so soft as they clenched my finger, it drove me wild. Still does," he continues as I let out a soft moan. "Then you got embarrassed and hid under the towel before running away," He whispered again.

I let out another sigh as I remember. We were kids, turned on beyond belief, and I got scared he would tell everyone what he had done.

"I panicked," I whispered back, as he continued to stroke my arm with his figure.

"I know. Are you panicking now?" He huskily asks.

"No. Yes, ... not sure," I whisper honestly.

Davey let's out a low chuckle.

"You were always the one who got away. I have thought about you a lot over the years, wondered what it would have been like if you had not panicked, how it would have felt for you to be my first and me yours," Davey continued, driving me wild with desire. "MAMMY I cleaned my teeth can I watch Fireman Sam?" Andy shouts bounding into the kitchen.

I let out a quick breath and try to school my features.

"Yes, I will come put it on for you," I say smiling at my son.

"Mammy, why are your cheeks bright red, are you hot?" my adorable boy asks.

"It is just a little warm, come on, let me put the TV on for you," I say as Davey steps aside a smirk on his delicious lips.

Oh god, how I want to be back on that beach with him on top of me, kissing me, his tongue dancing with mine as he finds the hem of my shorts and begins fingering me again, and I know that I would definitely not panic if I ever got to go to third-base with him again.

We sit down in front of the TV as Andy watches Fireman Sam, Davy chuckling to himself as he grins at me every opportunity he has, seriously loving the fact he knows I am all hot and bothered by our conversation in the kitchen. My phone rings, bringing me out of my lust filled daze, and I pick it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Kathline, I am getting married."

There it is... the voice that brings me back down to earth with a bump. My child's s***m donor, Usain Bolt himself.

"Hello to you too, your son is good thanks for asking," I growl out, sarcastically, as Davey furrows his brows and looks at me, knowing I am annoyed.

"Yeah, right, well I wanted you to know, I will want Andy to come meet with my fiancée, not this Sunday as we are going for a weekend away, but the Sunday after," Paul states, he doesn't even have the decency to ask permission, he just presumes this is okay. "Look, I couldn't give a rats a*s about your love life, however, to spring a fiancée on our son like that, with no warning, is not acceptable," I growl out.

"Stop being a b***h about it, can I take him out for the day a week come Sunday or what?" Paul states, his tone flat.

"I will not stop you from seeing him, you know that, but you make no effort to spend time with him, and now you want to say, hey, I'm coming to see you with a woman who I'm going to marry, without a thought as to how that will make him feel," I protest, angry. "So, are you just coming here for the day, he breaks up from school that week for the six weeks, do you want to spend more time with him, or just a couple of hours?" I sarcastically ask, because I already know what the answer will be.

"Look, I am busy, I cannot be around all the time, you know I didn't want to be tied down, so you get what you are given. Can I come get him or not?" he shouts.

"Actually,... not. He deserves better, and until you can offer him that, then do not contact me again," I rage, hanging up the phone.

I stand up from the seat and walk back into the kitchen, so that I can have a shout about the idiotic man, without Andy asking questions.

As I pace the floor, I let out a long growl of annoyance, when Davey arrives standing with his hands on his hips, his head tilted to one side.

"Hey, what's up?" he gently asks, obviously remembering my temper, and not wanting to poke the beast.

"That egotistical, f*****g bell-end of a s***m donor. Apparently, he is engaged. Good for him, but Andy has never seen him since Christmas and we are into the beginning of July, and suddenly he wants to introduce this woman as his fiancée taking him out on Sunday for a couple of hours. He does not want to see him over the school holidays, and once again my son is just an also-ran in the busy life of that pathetic human," I rant.

"Well, I am not having it, he either shapes up and spends more time with my boy. Or f***s-off completely. I will not have Andy treated this way, getting his hopes up for a relationship with a man who is not fit to tie his shoes, and will hurt him on repeat," I continue, undiluted rage pulsing through my veins.

Davey stands watching, letting me rant, as I continue to pace the floor. Once I get it out of my system, I breathe deeply then look over at him.

"I'm sorry," I sigh. Yeah, guess this will make him run for the hills.

Davey gives me a soft smile.

"Don't be, you are still that fiery redhead, and I always liked that about you. Plus, you are right; Andy deserves someone who will be there for him, not someone who just turns up when he wants for a couple of hours one in a blue moon. Now, when did he want him to meet with this woman?" Davey asks.

"A week come Sunday," I sigh.

"Well, he cannot anyway, because that is the family day at the station, when all the firefighter's family and kids turn up. We have a BBQ, and the kids get to play in the engines. Fireman Sam turns up, as well. So, if you agree, that day is already booked out. I was going to ask you later in the week, before you think I am just saying it because of this, so get that out of your head." Davey flashes me a grin.

I let out a small laugh, it seems Davey remembers me better than I think.

"Then, yes, we would love to come." I smile.

"Good, for once, I am looking forward to it then. Now, I am going to have to head off home before I fall asleep standing up. I will text you later when I am at work." Davey smiles.

"Okay, I will let you out." I smile back at him.

We walk back into the living room, and Andy is still transfixed on Naughty Norman Price accidently setting fire to something, and I let out a groan.

"I hope he doesn't get any ideas," I sigh.

"Well, if he does, you know my number," Davey chuckles.

"Yeah, 999,"

Davey walks over to Andy and ruffles his hair.

"I have to go now kidder, be good for your mam, and I will see you with pancakes in the morning. Now in the meantime, do not play with matches." He states, then as he turns away, facepalms himself, as I laugh. Hey with my son, it is good advice. I walk him to the door, and as I open it into the porch he turns and places another kiss on my forehead.

"I will text you later, and see you tomorrow morning Kathline, and do not stress, everything will work out as it should." Then turns and waves as he makes his way up the street to get his car.