Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 85

Lucy's Point of View

Cal is busy getting the kids both ready so we can head out and go down to the air show. Thankfully, because we now live near the beach, there is no trying to park the car, or standing in massive queues for the buses that are packed beyond capacity transporting everyone down to Seaburn beach to see the aeroplanes in action, and visit the vast number of stalls selling goods, or the two show-grounds to see the military set ups for the day.

After all the baking heat, the weather has turned a little more bearable after the storm, but it is still warm at 21-degrees Celsius and the cloud cover is light, so the visibility will be great. "Come on Lucy, the Red Arrows are opening the show," Cal shouts, almost as excited as the kids.

I pull on a light cardigan, then double check that my trainers are tied up properly. There is no way I am wearing normal shoes. After all, you walk for miles during this weekend. Grabbing my purse, I make my way down the stairs to find the kids waiting. Daunte is in his pushchair, with Kirstie holding the side, and with a toddler's leash on her arm, the other side firmly over Cal's hand, both of them wearing a pair of ear defenders.

"We need to find the police officers to get the child identification bracelets just in case they get lost," Cal tells me. It is clear he is taking no chances at losing either of his little ones to the hordes of people that have already descended on the promenade. Locking the door behind me, we headed down the short walk to where all the fun would begin. The sound of the MC talking over the tannoids echoes along the beach, we make our way towards the white lighthouse, which is the centre of the aircraft's display, when the MC announces "Red 10", the personal PR person for the RAF's red arrows.

'Red 10' introduces himself, then informs us to look to our right, and sure enough in the distance, lights appear, quickly turning into the silhouette of nine bright red hawks, red, white, and blue smoke coming from the back of each plane. The Hawks fly in close formation, in a diamond shape, in front of the crowd, as they all cheer and clap. As they pass by to the left, they go higher into the sky, all turning with precision at the top and twisting back around heading right again. Kirsty claps her hands with glee, whilst Dante attempts to remove his ear defenders, clearly not happy having to wear them.

They do a few more flybys in different formations, before they split into two groups, Enid and Gypo.

The whole crowd watches, enraptured, as one aircraft flies straight past, another doing a barrel roll around it, taking everyone's breath away. Soon they are performing 'Valentines', as two aircraft switch their smoke to red, flying and creating a perfect heart in the sky. Kirstie jumps with glee, as Cal lifts her onto his shoulders and I hold onto Dante in his pushchair.

Soon we are all holding our breaths as two planes hurtled towards each other at speed, looking like they were heading for a crash before each breaking at the last second and passing each other with what looked like inches to spare, then doing a large loop to repeat the action higher in the sky. The crowds all erupt with applause when the heart-stopping aerobatic display comes to an end.

"We need to find some coppers before the next display," Cal states, still concerned about the safety of his children.

"Yeah, then we can go see Ben, he is beside the showground." I smile.

As we walk, we find the police officers, who chat with the kids, issuing yellow paper bands that contain their details and our phone numbers before we wrap them around their wrists and stick the ends firmly together, securing them in place. "Every pilot who is part of the RAF starts to fly in one of these. If you join your local air cadet squadron, you can also learn to fly one," the MC announced.

"Here is the training aircraft, the Grob Tutor," he continues, and a white, single, jet plane flies across the sky.

Cal stops to watch and lifts Kirsty onto his shoulders once more. As the plane loops the loop and performs barrel rolls, I see a mother standing with her teenage son. He is no more than 16 or 17 at the oldest, dressed in the RAF uniform of the Air Cadets. "Yes, I have done that, and that Mam," he states, then talks her through how you fly the manoeuvre.

I smile as the woman's face pales, as she hisses out.

"s**t, really."

"Yeah." He chuckles at her.

A girl approaches dressed in the same blue uniform.

"Corporal, the Warrant Officer is looking for you. I am on my break now," she tells him.

He nods his head and disappears.

The woman looks at the girl.

"Your brother has been telling me that he has flown these manoeuvres, have you?" she asks in an accusatory tone.

"Of course, I have, I tell you what, the positive G hurts like a b***h," the younger girl of about 15 laughs.

"I don't think I like you both going flying anymore." The woman huffs slightly, but you can see she is still proud of her kids.

With the Grob tutor finished with its display, we head off up the side road, and I see Ben standing outside his engine, lifting kids into it, the sirens going off every few moments.

"Hey," he greets me with a smile, then leans over, placing a soft kiss on my lips, before taking Kirstie off Cal's shoulders and lifting her into the engine to sit on Headache's knee as she blasts the horns.

"Are you having fun?" he asks.

"Yes, it is great." I grinned at him.

Josie pops her head out of the window.

"Hey Lucy, Anders has messaged, he has tried to ring you, but obviously you didn't hear his call. He pulled a few strings and managed to get us a van, but only for a couple of hours at two. Can Cal go meet him at the top of Dykelands Road before the road closures and head to his old house to get some of the big stuff moved?" she asks with a smile.

I look over at Cal, who nods his head with a wide smile in appreciation.

"I will keep the kids down here." I smile at him, then look over at Ben who is helping another little boy into the engine before he turns his attention back to me.

"It is going to be a huge help; it means we only have to get the smaller stuff in my car." Ben grins.

"Oh, Joanne said she would make us all some tea, once we have finished the shift, so we can get straight on with the move," Whip-me shouts.

"Tea with Mammy and Daddy," Twinkle shouts out the other open window in the Engine.

Ben shakes his head, as I giggle, then place a kiss on his cheek. Then leaning in, I whisper to him,

"Maybe by tomorrow night I will get my daddy back." Giggling.

Ben stiffens, and lets out a low growl, as if he is in pain, then flashes me a look with his beautiful grey eyes that are almost black with desire.

Yeah, I thought so, he likes the thought of me calling him daddy.

Well, once Cal and the kids are moved out, he can live out any fantasy he wants with me. I am all in, because as much as I have loved having my brother, niece, and nephew staying with us, I am desperate to have some private time with Ben. Who would have thought either of us had a daddy fetish? Not me, that is for sure.

2PM comes round quickly, and we wave goodbye to Cal. I leave Ben to his work and make my way around the different displays with the kids, stopping to watch the various air displays take place, my personal favourite, the Battle of Britain flight, a Lancaster bomber flanked by a Hurricane and the world-famous Spitfire. All of them flew in the Battle of Britain in World War 2.

After taking the kids onto the showground, they wear camouflage hats, get sat on tanks by the soldiers, play with the weapons, climb in different helicopters, and pretend to fly a 'Red Arrow'. They have now eaten enough candyfloss and sugar-dummies to make even the sweetest tooth feel sick. I decided it was time to walk up towards Joanne's.

As we pass the fire engine, Ben hangs his head out of the window, as Josie sticks a sticker on a kid, with a large bright smile.

"Hey, I am getting these up to your mam's," I tell him.

"Yeah, we will be finished and heading back to the station in about half-an-hour, so we should be there by half-six at the latest. Tell her to feed you and the kids first, we will have ours when we get there," Ben shouts out, waving at the kids in the queue. Wayne walks over to the pushchair and smiles down at Dante.

"Hey little guy, are you enjoying being in your stroller?" he asks.

Headache approaches, rolling his eyes.

"He means pushchair Dante," he states, then looks at me.

"You don't have any painkillers, do you? My head is killing me after setting off the sirens all day," he states.

"Sorry, no, not on me." I smiled, suppressing a giggle as it was the turn of Wayne to roll his eyes.

"Just say NO, Headache," Davey shouts, repeating the famous government advert aimed at young people to discourage them from taking drugs.

We all chuckle as I wave goodbye to everyone, grateful for the help they have all given my brother, and how they have welcomed both of us into their crazy gang, and walk up the street, towards Joanne's house.

As I walk into the house, the kids slowly walk to the sofa, both of them curling up, obviously tired from the day. I put Netflix on, playing 'Grizzly and the Lemmings', which is the new favourite for both of them, then headed into the kitchen. "Hey, do you want some help?" I shouted to Joanne.

"No, I am all sorted. I just baked some pasties and will make chips with them when everyone arrives. I have boiled some potatoes and vegetables for the little ones. How was your day?" she asks with a smile.

"Great, kids loved it. Anders has got a van for a couple of hours, Cal is with him moving the big furniture that he is taking to the new house, so it just leaves the smaller stuff for Ben and Whip-Me later." I smile.

"Oh good. I know you love the kids, but I bet you are eager to have some naughty time with Ben." Joanne laughs.

She is not wrong, but I am not going to admit that fact to Ben's mother, but all too soon she spots my blushes and laughs again.

"So, how are your bits after the hair removal cream accident?" I asked her. After all, two can play that game.

"Oh, almost healed. I will be all good to go when he is off-shift on Monday, and let's just say I am as eager as you will be right now." She laughs.

"Erm, good to know." I smiled, blushing further, I should have known not to try and embarrass the woman who has no filter and the phrase 'too much information' does not compute in her mind.

"I bought the kids some PJs and some clothes, and I have set up the spare room. If Cal is okay with it, I will be happy to have them tonight, so that you guys can crack-on with the move. You can then crack-on with Ben." She winks.

I cannot help but laugh at her, she is totally mad.

"I don't have an issue with that, but best ask Cal when he arrives." I shake my head still laughing.

"Good, now let's get these two fed; do you want me to make your chips now, or would you like to wait till the rest arrive?" Joanne asks with a smile.

"I will wait, save you doing extra work, and thank you Joanne, for everything." I smile at her.

The kids eat some of their tea, but they are still full of all the stuff they shouldn't really eat, but given it is a day out, I let them have and are settled back down when the doors open and the whole of Ben's team walk in, along with Kathline and Andy. Joanne is quick to ask Cal about letting the kids stay over, and he agrees, asking Davey if it is okay to paint out the rooms for the kids, making them more child friendly. Which he agrees.

"I will stay at the new house tonight, so I can get the painting done first thing, if you don't mind having them tomorrow, sis?" Cal asks.

"Don't mind at all." I smile at him as Ben walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, the whispers huskily in my ear.

"Guess you and Daddy are going to be alone tonight."

My breath hitches, as I feel my arousal begin to pool out of me. Hot damn, I cannot wait to get home tonight!