Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 81

Davey's Point of View.

Raging, that is what I feel right at this moment. I heard loud and clear the conversation with that f*****g arsehole, and to say I am angry is a distinct understatement. How f*****g dare, he! Introduce a woman to the poor little lad, trying to make him call her mummy, for a f*****g news piece. It is clear as day that man has no real love for his son. Well, he can f**k right off, because I will be the father Andy needs. I will never insist he call me by that name, but I will be there for the little lad, showing him what it means to have two loving people in his life. Kathline instructs me where to go as we head towards Newcastle, hurtling down the Felling Bypass, going a lot faster than the 50 MPH sign that is displayed. Hell, I hope I do not get a ticket, or pulled over. This road has speed cameras along it, although the dashboard on Kathline's car gives me an indication of where they are so I can brake in time to pass them, I just hope I have not missed a couple, or get pulled over by PC Plod.

Kathline is sitting beside me, her hands shaking with anger, her face contorted with worry about her little boy. s**t, we both need another massage after this crap. Am I annoyed about our hotel stay? Not really. Maybe slightly disappointed, but Andy is way more important than a night of playing out every s****l fantasy I have ever come up with regarding Kathline over the years. Now that we are going to be living together, we have the rest of our lives to live out those.

"I am so sorry about this Davey," she whispers again.

"Don't be. Andy first. Plus, I was thinking, maybe we can ask the hotel to put a single bed in our room, it is big enough, and just have a family night away. Going to the hotel may take Andy's mind off whatever the f**k went on this morning." I sigh out. "Can we just get him first." Kathline sighs, clearly worried sick.

Another reason why I want to punch that arsehole in the face, that would give his reporters something else to write about. t**t.

"Okay, so once we get over the Tyne Bridge, head onto the motorway, they live in Jesmond," Kathline states, as I slow the car down, to the now 30 MPH speed limit, whilst driving across the bridge.

Soon I am pulling up outside the large, detached house on Jesmond Dean Road, as Kathline is practically out of the car, and all but running towards the front door, before I even have time to fully stop the car.

Parking up, I get out, and jog up the driveway, reaching her, I take hold of her hand in mine, giving her some much-needed support, whilst knowing her presence will calm me down, a little bit.

A woman in a light grey maid's uniform answers the door. I mean, come on, in this day and age, they have staff dressed like we were from the f*****g 18th century.

"He is here," the maid, or whoever the f**k she is, states, as Andy hobbles out of the house holding his own bag of luggage whilst trying to use his crutches, his face awash with tears.

Yeah, keeping calm has gone out of the window, as I push passed the hired help and go grab his bag from him, as Kathline rushes forward gathering him in her arms, holding him tight to her chest, soothing him. "Where is your boss?" I growl at the woman. This is not her fault, but I am in no mood to deal with any bullshit either.

"They are indisposed at the moment," the maid tells me, straightening her back.

"I didn't ask if he was indisposed, I asked where the f**k he was," I growled out, walking around the house, as the maid followed me, her protests falling on deaf ears.

I barge through a couple of the white painted doors, into a large very ornate, and very posh room, where I see Andy's s***m doner sat his arm around that f*****g woman Kathline hates, a photographer taking pictures as a journalist sits smiling, and writing on his note pad.

"OI, f**k TARD," I bellow at him, the journalist hardly able to contain his glee, as he begins to scribble on his note pad at a furious rate.

"You f*****g arse wipe! You leave your six-year-old son to fend for himself when he has an injury, all because he refuses to call this b***h here Mummy on the first day of meeting her. You do not deserve a son, after all, you have not paid a penny piece for his upkeep, nor have you bothered other than a couple of times a year to see him. You are a disgrace, trying to wheel him out, to play the perfect family man for these people here," I bellow. Father of the year pales, and begins to stand up, as an older man, who looks like he wants to kill me enters the room. Guess that is b***h face Zoe's father, well he can get f****d as well.

"Hey, you guys want the real scoop on this man, and what type of father he is, give me a call, I will happily tell you," I growl out.

"What is your name?" the journo asks, looking like all his Christmases have come at once.

"Get out of my house," the S***m Doner shouts, as the older guy storms towards me.

"With pleasure. Wanker," I shout, turning on my heel.

Then I shoot a look at the old guy, who looks like his blood pressure has sky rocketed, his large face bright red with anger.

"Oh, and just so you know. This man who is marrying your daughter, told the world and its mother what a b***h she was. He is using her to get a promotion, or your money, maybe have a think about that. But don't you DARE try and use my girlfriend's SON as a pawn in your games, because the truth about all this s**t will come out. TRUST ME," I shout once more.

"Sir, your name," the journo shouts again.

I storm out the room, thinking better of giving my name to a random journalist, as it may well affect my job.

I exit the house, as I hear Zoe-bitch-face, shouting at her fiancé, asking him to explain himself, and head to the car, suppressing a chuckle, bet that journo is having the time of his life right now, recording everything that is going on in that house. Taking over from Kathline, I lift Andy up and get him in his car seat.

"Calm down Davey," Kathline whispers to me.

I look at Andy and see his tear-streaked face, then gently wipe them away with my thumb.

"Sorry buddy, I did not mean to upset you," I say with a sigh.

"Davey, I don't have to come back here again, do I? I don't like my dad, or that woman, or the old man who threatened to spank me if I did not do as he told me to," Andy asked.

"Where is your boss?" I growl at the woman. This is not her fault, but I am in no mood to deal with any bullshit either.

"No buddy, you never have to come here again. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY will ever hit you or spank you," I say, another wave of anger rushing though my veins, as Kathline stiffens, then before I can turn around she is now storming back through the doors of the house, and the shouts from inside increase before she storms back out, then gets into the car, turning round and smiling at Andy.

"Andy, you do not need to make a choice now, but we shall talk when you have calmed down about if you want to keep in touch with your father." Kathline smiles at him.

"I don't want to see him again. You are my Mammy," Andy states, jutting his little chin upwards.

"Now, Mammy and I were at a hotel for the night, would you like to go home, or come stay in the nice hotel with us?" I ask Andy, he could do with something to take his mind off what was going on around him.

"Can I stay at the hotel?" Andy asks, his brown eyes wide with wonder.

"Of course, you can buddy." I smile at him, then reverse out of the drive and head back to the hotel.

As we walk into reception, I request a put-up bed for Andy, and the receptionist smiles at me, telling me that the sofa folds out into another bed, and that they will send someone with fresh bedding for it. Grabbing Andy up into my arms, I carry him up to the top floor and show him our room.

"Now, we can go to the really posh restaurant, or we can go to the posh restaurant that has a carvery for our meal, which do you prefer?" I ask the little man.

He shrugs his little shoulders, then looks up at me, tears in his eyes. "Davey, will you be my daddy instead of him please?" he asks.

I look over at Kathline, not sure what the hell to say.

Kathline looks at me then smiles down at Andy.

"Davey is going to move into our house permanently would you like that." Expertly changing the subject.

"Yes, and that means he can be my daddy," Andy states, not letting that conversation go.

I smile at him, sitting him down on the large bed, then kneel before him. "Andy, I am more than happy for you to call me Daddy, if that's what you want. But that is up to your mammy and you. I love you buddy, no matter what you decide to call me," I tell him, letting both him, and his mother know, I am okay with this, but the decision is ultimately theirs.

"Mammy, can I call Davey Daddy please?" Andy asks Kathline.

She stands, her eyes wide with shock, then joins me, kneeling before her son. "Yes, if that's what you want, you can." She smiles a tear falling onto her cheek.

"Daddy, can we go to the carbery please?" he asks, mispronouncing the word.

"Yes, we sure can. Now let's get changed, and we shall go and spend some family time together whilst the hotel makes up a bed for you." I grin, my heart bursting with pride. Kathline looks at me. "Are you sure about this Davey?" she whispers softly.

"Never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you both, and you two are mine."