Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 78

Kathline's Point of View.

As I heard Davey growl out, I looked towards the figure of a man with his shoulders slumped forward. I could feel the anger radiating off of Davey in waves, as Andy whimpered slightly, this shout stirring him from his deep sleep. Instinctively, I reach out to grab my son, fearful Davey is going to approach the man, when he suddenly takes a breath and hugs Andy closer to him, almost like he is the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.

"Sorry little man; let's get you in the car," he says, his voice soothing, but his turbulent eyes never leave the hunched man.

As the man looks up, his face pales, and he turns on his heel, and begins running in the opposite direction of us as if scared for his life.

"Who was that?" I ask, as Davey stalks towards the car park.

"Liv's wanker," he hisses, his voice barely above a whisper, as he strokes Andy's hair, and I am not sure if it is to calm my son down, or himself at this point.

"What is he doing up here? He is 80 miles away from where he lives," I say, confused.

"Obviously, to gamble, seriously, did he not realise he could run into me. Thick as shit." Davey sighs, shaking his head in utter dismay.

"Are you okay?" I know it is a lame question, as he clearly isn't, but I am at a loss as to what to say in this situation.

"Yes," he barks, then turns to me with a soft smile.

"Sorry, not really, but I am okay. Don't worry, you and this precious man in my arms are more important than running after that piece of s**t and beating the crap out of him." Davey turns to me, and tries very hard to smile, but it appears more like a grimace. I give his arm a soft squeeze and nod my head in understanding, as we make our way to the lift in the carpark wanting desperately to get us out of here and back home.

I watch as he gently straps Andy into his car seat, lovingly stroking his hair, every time he shows my son so much care and compassion, I fall deeper in love with him. I know that soon he will move back to his own home once Andy's cast is off and we are all back to normal, but I cannot help but wish that will not happen.

Walking round the car, he climbs in beside me, as he pulls his seatbelt on, he looks up at me, the turmoil evident in his eyes.

"Kathline, I am sorry, my shout woke Andy up a little bit, thankfully he dropped straight back off to sleep, but I could have scared him, and for what? A piece of s**t that is not worth a second of my time." He sighs.

"Hey, it is okay. For all you are letting Liv learn by her mistakes, it doesn't mean you don't love her. of course, you are angry and reacted when seeing that waste of space. Plus, Andy is fine, look at him, he is sleeping, blissfully unaware." I smile, reassuring him. "I am glad I had hold of him, knowing I was carrying him in my arms helped keep me calm ... well, calm enough to let it go and get to the car." Davey smiles slightly, then takes a deep breath and sighs out.

I nod my head, starting the engine, and wind my way down the ramps to the ground floor of the carpark. We reach the road at the bottom, and I turn left onto it, cursing this is a one-way system, as it seems that Liv's poor excuse of a man did not go far. He is stood at the bottom of the street standing at the corner of the last building, peaking around it back towards where he came, like a scared rabbit as if looking for Davey.

As I pull up to the traffic lights, I let out a sigh, they would have to be on red, typical. Davey groans, then pushes the button as his window descends, he growls out of it.

"f*****g get away from this city and stay away, or next time I see you, I will put you six feet under." Then pushes the button to bring the window back up.

"Not if I get you first," Keith's voice shouts through, but there is no mistaking his shaking body. He may talk tough, but he is clearly frightened.

Shaking his head, Davey looks at the lights that have finally turned green.

"Get me out of here Kathline, please," he growls lowly.

I see him reach to his pocket and take out his phone, before hitting a number and holding it placing the call on speaker phone.

"Davey, oh Davey, thank you for ringing me. I knew you would forgive me; I love you, but you must understand he is my life. I knew you would come round eventually. He has changed, he loves me so much," Liv's rambling voice echoes around the car.

"Liv, I have not changed my mind, but just thought you should know. I have just seen the man who is your life, who is supposed to have changed and stopped gambling because he loves you oh so much, walk out of the Casino in f*****g Sunderland. Do what you want with that information, I do not care, I just thought you should be prepared to have no money left in your account," Davey growls, then hangs up the phone, placing it back in his pocket with a shake of his head.

I don't say a word, concentrating on my driving and getting us back to the house ASAP. As I pull onto the drive, Davey gets out, and goes immediately to the back of the car and gathers Andy up in his arms, as I open the front door.

"Do you want to wake him for his bath or just get him changed for bed?" Davey asks, his voice strained.

"I will just get him in his PJs and straight into bed. He had enough nachos and ice cream so will not be hungry for his supper." I smile, hating seeing Davey so hurt and angry and not knowing what to do to help him.

I strip Andy down, pulling on his PJs as he continues to sleep, then tuck him into bed, turning on his night light, then place a soft kiss on his head, as Davey walks in smiling, and strokes Andy's hair, then takes my hand and we walk out of the bedroom, heading back downstairs.

"Do you want a drink?" I ask him, as he slumps down on the sofa.

"Yeah, please." He sighs.

I go to the fridge and pull out a bottle of lager that he likes, flip off the top, and walk back in the living room, to find Davey sat head in his hands, his fingers grabbing at his grey strands.

"Hey, here you are." I smile handing him the bottle.

Davey nods giving me an appreciative smile.

"Thanks babe. s**t, this is f****d up man." Davey sighs out clearly exasperated by the whole situation.

I nod my head, then take a seat next to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I gently ask him.

Davey looks at me, giving a half-smile and shakes his head.

"No, don't think I do. Let's talk about anything other than that f**k up, and my idiotic sister." He sighs.

I sit, searching my brain to find anything to talk about. My mind doesn't want to play, not able to think of a single thing to say, it is like my brain has frozen and someone needs to turn it off and back on again to make it work, like you do a computer. "Andy did well at physio, I felt so helpless watching him," Davey offers, slightly pulling at the corner of the paper label on his bottle.

"Yeah, he hates it, but it is doing him so much good." I smile, thinking about my brave little boy.

Davey nods, as once more silence falls between us. Hell, why can I not think of anything to talk about, I am supposed to be an intelligent woman, yet not a single word comes to mind.

"Work will be weird on Thursday." Davey gives a small smile.

I am momentarily confused, then I remember his Station officer and Ben's mam getting hot and heavy in the back row of the cinema.

"Yeah, I bet it will half kill you not to take the piss out of Ben for it." I laugh a little.

"Na, not going to take the piss, well maybe a little." He laughs,

"I like Joanne, she is there for all of us. But don't think I can look the Boss in the eye after what I witnessed." Davey chuckles, the sound making me relax a bit.

"Yeah, I bet." I smile, then start to giggle as Davey looks at me curiously.

"Make sure you knock on his door before you enter his office, now he has her working for him ... or under him." I laugh.

Davey shakes his head laughing.

"f**k, yeah, although I doubt the Boss would do anything in the office. He is too professional." He smiles.

"But before tonight, did you think he would finger someone in the back of the movies." I laugh.

"s**t, no, definitely not." Davey laughs again then shudders.

"It is the quiet ones you have to watch," I add, laughing now.

"I think Joanne has corrupted him. We all know she is far from quiet." Davey chuckles again.

We both sit giggling like school kids at the memory, when Davey finishes his bottle, standing up and taking it to the recycling bin, then comes over taking my hand.

"Come on, lets get to bed, it's actually quite late." He smiles.

"Are you going to finger me like we are in the movies, if I come up?" I ask laughing.

"Well, it will be a chore, but yeah, why not. Someone has to do it." He laughs teasing me.

As we head up the stairs and to bed both still giggling together, and I say a small internal thank you to Joanne and Davey's boss for helping me get my man out of his murderous mood, they both have my eternal gratitude.