Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 80

Kathline's Point of View.

I let out a low groan of appreciation as the fingers of the masseuse dig in to the tensed-up muscles on my shoulders. The smell of essential oils fills the small room. I feel relaxed, almost lightheaded. The past few weeks disappearing with every knot that is unravelled from my back. I hear Davey beside me, as he gently snores, clearly falling asleep during his own massage, making me smile.

My mind, although relaxed, wanders to Andy, and I wonder how he is doing, if he is having a good time. I hate the fact that I feel he will be used as a photo opportunity for that family, and that law firm, but there is little I can do about it now. As long as he is happy, then I suppose I must be as well.

I know, deep down inside, that the only reason the Usain Bolt of fathers is engaged to that Zoe woman is for her money, and to gain himself favour with the managing partner of his law firm. But still, it is none of my business what he does with his pathetic life. All I know is that I am so pleased to be with Davey, seeing Usain and the b***h today, just highlighted how happy I am to be with him, how much I love him. He is a fantastic man, the way he has settled into the role of stepfather, how he puts Andy's needs first, just makes me realise, I really do not want him to go back home. I am not sure if I should bring up the subject, it may push him away, feeling like I am moving too fast. I ponder as the masseuse tells me that the massage is over, and to take my time getting up from the table.

"Drink plenty of water. Once you are back in your robes, we will take you to the warm room." She smiled.

Davey sits up on the side of his massage table, a little bit of drool coming from his mouth.

"I fell asleep," he stated, his voice groggy.

"I know, you were snoring." I giggle slightly at him.

"Really, shit." Davey chuckles shaking his head.

I slowly sit up, wrapping my robe around my body, as the knock at the door tells us it is time to leave the peaceful haven of the massage room.

We walk around to the next room, it is dark, the walls covered with brown wallpaper, two rows of headed beds sit, with tables beside. Large cups of water await us, along with bowls of fruits as we lay on the beds letting the heat work its magic. Other people are laid, relaxing, some asleep, as Davey reaches over from his bed and takes my hand in his. With his thumb rubbing across my knuckles, he lays back letting out a contented sigh to match my own. This feels perfect.

In silence, we sip on the water and eat the fruit, laying in complete relaxation. All to soon our relaxation is disturbed, as we are informed that our lunch is to be served in the Fusion restaurant.

Smiling and nodding at the lady who came to inform us, I stand up, as Davey holds onto my hand, leading me to the changing rooms, so we can get back into some clothes. Although getting dressed again is the last thing I want to do, I suppose it would be frowned upon going into a restaurant in nothing but a robe.

As I walk into the restaurant, Davey beside me, looking handsome in his black trousers, light blue open necked shirt, his grey hair slicked back, I smile with pure joy in my heart. He really is so handsome. We are ushered to our seats, where two drinks wait for us, and a mezze of food arrives at the table. Once everything is served, Davey reaches over the table taking my hand in his.

"I was going to wait for tonight. But I need to know," Davey begins, looking a little unsure of himself.

I look at him, tilting my head to one side, waiting for him to continue, not sure what he is going to say to me, and a small amount of trepidation nips at the edges of my mind.

"Kathline, I really do not want to move back to my house. They say home is where the heart is, and f**k me, if my heart is not with you and Andy. I am hoping you feel the same, and we can move in together, what do you think?" he asks, his eyes almost pleading. I cannot stop the wide smile that spreads across my face.

"I think that would be a perfect idea." I nod at him, tying not to come across to eager but failing miserably.

Davey blows out a breath, before smiling, and nodding his head with satisfaction.

"So, it is up to you, but I can move into yours, or you into mine, which ever you prefer," he states a grin now firmly on his face.

"Mine, if that is okay with you," I tell him, not wanting to leave my own home. It is where Andy is happiest, and I hope he understands that.

"That is perfect. I will rent my place out. Already got someone in mind." He chuckled.

"Oh, who?" I wonder, I always thought he would keep the house empty for if Liv ever needed it, but it looks like he is sticking to his guns where she is concerned, and I cannot blame him.

"Cal, Lucy's brother. The kids could do with a garden, and I will charge him the same rent as he is paying now, as it will cover the remainder of my mortgage, and a small amount set aside for house repairs. The lad needs a helping hand, and if he gets accepted for the brigade, then we can look at rent and stuff again once he is working and has a handle on his finances." Davey smiled.

My heart skips a beat in my chest, he really is a perfect man. To care for others like he does, even if he does come across as a tough guy, really sets my body aflame; he is just perfect.

"I think that is a perfect idea. It is hard being a single parent, with just one kid, let alone two. I think we should offer Cal as much help as he needs." I smile at him.

Davey looks and nods his head, as I gaze at him, biting my bottom lip.

"When is our room ready?" I ask with a giggle.

"A couple of hours to go yet but hold that thought." Davey chuckles at me.

We sit and eat our meal, the conversation easy, any silent moments are completely comfortable, but there are not many of them. We reminisce about times long gone from when we were at school, our past relationship which helped forged our present relationship. Both laughing and giggling, life feels just about perfect.

Finally, we can collect our luggage, and make our way into the hotel room. I look at the top floor room, the dark green walls, with ornate golden mirrors, the dark oak furniture, with a thick wool carpet. A king-sized bed sits in the centre of the room, as the white nets blow in the breeze from the open Georgian style windows.

"This is lovely." I smiled, looking around the large room.

"Yes, now, we can head downstairs for our evening meal, or..." Davey grins at me.

"Or?" I repeat at him laughing at his face.

"We could order room service and have our meal in bed." Davey's grin widens and he throws me a small wink.

"I think that is a great idea." I smile, then head into the bathroom, unpacking my toiletries, before stripping out of my clothes, and getting into a bathrobe, heading back into the bedroom.

Davey groans as he watches me walk into the room, then pulls me to him, his lips finding mine.

I let out a soft moan as his tongue swipes the crease of my mouth, begging for entry. As my mouth opens, I let out another soft moan when his tongue finds mine, and we embark on an adventure of tasing each other, exploring each and every aspect of our willing mouths. Davey's hands drift to the front of my robe as he pulls on the cord, before breaking the kiss, and standing back slightly. "f**k, you are beautiful," he groans, his eyes looking me up and down, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Slowly Davey pushes off the robe from my shoulders, as it falls to the floor, he moves back to me, his mouth crashing into mine. Moving backwards, we fall against the bed, as his hand trails down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps under his calloused fingers. I let out another moan of heady bliss, already felling myself begin to climb the dizzy hights of my arousal when suddenly my phone bursts into life.

The temptation to leave it, has never been higher, but Davey grins pulling away.

"It might be Andy," he whispers, without a trace of the annoyance I am feeling from the disruption.

I pick up the phone to see that Keith's number is flashing, so quickly answer it.

"You need to come get your son," his voice growls out.

"What the hell?" I answer, for one, if he doesn't want his child he can return him, and secondly, he has had him no more than five hours.

"I said, you need to come and get your son," Keith growls out.

"Firstly, you can return him, secondly, what the hell is going on?" I shout down the phone.

"He upset my fiancée, and her father, refusing to call him grandpops, and her mammy," he growls out.

"ONE, that b***h is NOT HIS MAMMY," I shouted down the phone as Davey was already off the bed and throwing our things into their bags.

"TWO, that arrogant bastard is NOT HIS GRANDFATHER," I continued, anger flowing through my body completely unchecked.

"He embarrassed everyone in front of the reporters we had called, to announce our engagement. The headlines will be bad. He was shouting and crying that she was not his mammy. It was a disaster, he is of no use to me if he cannot play his part," Keith growled out

once more.

"YOU ARE DISGUSTING, A POOR EXCUSE OF A HUMAN. I WILL COME TO GET MY SON, BUT UNLESS YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME IN COURT, YOU DO NOT CONTACT HIM OR ME AGAIN," I bellowed before hanging up the call.

Davey has the bags repacked at the door, as I rush to get ready, then dart out the door, looking at Davey wanting to apologise, but needing to get my son above everything else.

"We will go in your car, Kathline, but I will drive. You are too angry. I will come back and check out once we get Andy and pick up my car," Davey says.

"I am sorry," I stated, knowing he had put so much time and effort into this break.

"Don't be, I want Andy back with us where he belongs. Now let's go, because I have a few choice words for that motherfucker."