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"Why is everybody so quiet?" Drew asks annoyed as we drive through long island on our way to drop Sean off.

"It's okay honey. Aren't you sleepy?" I ask and she shakes her head. "You want something to eat?" She shakes her head again.

"Sean how's school coming?" Chris asks. There he goes again. Acting like a 60 year old.

After they talk a little about school and his study it turns quiet again.

"Uncle Chris?" Drew calls.

"Yes honey." Chris answers.

"How are babies made?" She asks making us all crack up. I thought she forgot about this.

Chris sighs and changes the topic smoothly. She easily slides into the new topic as they start a new conversation.

I replay the conversation between Megan and her dad in my head.

"I wanna change for you Megs. I got a job now and I have an apartment. I stopped drinking too. I'm so sorry for what happened to you. Your aunt told me and I know it's my fault." He said.

"No daddy. It's not your fault. Why would you think that?" Megan asked with her arms around her father's torso and her face against his chest.

"I just figured. If you had a better father, everything would be different. People wouldn't look down on you... like they do now. I feel like people are mistreating you because of me. I owe it to you and your mom to change. I want to change."

I'm so happy for Megan. She loves her father so much even though he's practically never been around. After he found out his late wife was pregnant, he left and only came back once or twice in two years.

Megan hasn't seen him since her fifteenth birthday though. He didn't even come to her high school graduation two years ago.

Megan's mom died a few months after she gave birth. That's why Megan lives with her aunt.

I hope her father keeps his promise to her.

We drop Sean of at home and we head home. I tuck Drew in and read her a story before she sleeps, then I go to my room to change.

Just moments after I change, Chris walks in shirtless looking all sexy and handsome in his pajama pants.

He climbs into my bed and says "Well don't just stand there gawking, come here."

I walk over to the bed and get in. His body is warm. I put my arms around his torso and rest my head on his chest.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning." He says after a kiss on top of my head. "Maybe even before you wake up."

"I don't want you to go." I say. I really don't want to miss him again.

"I know baby. I'm just going back for finals and I'll be home right after. You ready for finals?"

"Couldn't be more ready." I answer kissing his neck.

"I love you." He says and I smile.

"I know." I answer.

He turns us over in a swift move, getting on top of me, his body between my spread legs. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." He says under his breath.

"What am I doing to you?" I ask in the same tone he used.

He moves his hips down making me feel his hard dick in his pants. "This."

I gasp at the sensation that his movement brought with it.

"You're so sexy." He says biting my cheek lightly. My fingers pull at his hair as I buck my hips up so I can feel his erection again, but he pushes me down with one hand.

He looks at me, deep, into my eyes, before his lips find mine. He kisses me passionately as I do him. His hands are roaming around my body. My body that is one fire. For him. Because of him.

"Chris." I sigh with pleasure when his lips move from my mouth to my neck.

His right hand is lightly massaging my left breast through the thin soft fabric of my dress.

He kisses me all over my neck, down to my chest and then slowly continues his way down from there. The hand that was on my breast moves my dress up a little so it can explore what's under there.

His wet lips kiss my bellybutton and then all over my tummy. He pulls my dress over my head leaving me in just my panties and sits back to look at me.

"You have a body to be worshipped." He says and leans back down to take claim of my lips. His bare chest touching mine.

The sound of a camera or recorder clicking on startles me and I push him off of me. I quickly grab the white sheets and cover my body.

"You akay? What's wrong?" He asks confused.

"The-the camera." I say frantically. My voice is trembling and my heart is pounding against my chest.

"Baby what camera?" He asks again, still confused.

"I heard it. It's a recorder."

"What is it? A camera or or recorder? I didn't hear anything." He says.

"I heard it. I heard it." I say.

"Wait, I'll look around." Chris says and gets out of bed. He looks around the room and goes outside to look around.

"I didn't see or hear anything that looks like a recorder or a camera. Are you sure you didn't just imagine it?" He asks and I shake my head. "I think maybe you did... because of what happened last time... with Eldrige." He says softly taking my hand.

"I don't know. I heard it clearly."

"How about we move to my room? You want that? Then you could get some rest too. You must be tired." He says and I nod. "Want me to carry you." He smiles.

"No? you don't have to. I'll just..." I start, but he sweeps me off of the bed before I can finish my sentence and carries me to his room with the white sheets still covering my body.

He puts me down on his bed and gets in next to me.

"Sleep tight princess." He says and kisses me before pulling me closer to him so my head can rest on his chest.

When I wake up the next morning I'm alone on the bed and there's a beautiful red rose on his nightstand with a note next to it. The words written on it are in his handwriting.

"You and me Chan. Till death do us part♡"

I smile as I re-read it multiple times.

"Uncle Christian?" Drew calls as she lightly knocks on the door. When I don't answer she calls and knocks again.

"Hmmm?" I reply trying to sound like Chris.

"Aunt Chanielle is missing. I can't find her anywhere... and and aunty Alex is gone too." She says. Her voice is shaking a bit. It sounds like she's crying. I put my dress on, get out of the bed and open the door. Her face is stained with tears.

"Oh baby. Why are you crying?" I ask.

"I was trying to... f-find you everywhere." She sobs. I lift her up into my arms and carry her further into the room.

"You mean you were looking for me?" I smile wiping her tears away.

"Yes." She says.

"Well I guess you found me. So you're gonna stop crying now. Right?"

"Yeah." She says and continues crying anyway.

"Have you had breakfast?" I ask. She shakes her head as she wipes her own tears with her small hands.

"Here's what were gonna do. We'll have breakfast, then we'll go to get a few groceries, some snacks and a few things to make your hair beautiful, then we're gonna get some ice cream and then... we'll see what happens next. Sounds good?"

"We're gonna play a game when we get back?" She asks excitedly.

"Yes we will. Any game you want. Today it's just you and me. All day long."

She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck and just like that she was happy again.

"Let's go give you a bath and brush your teeth." I say carrying her out of the room.

"No. I don't want to." She giggles. "I'm hungry."

"Why not?" I ask as we go down the stairs.

"I already did. I bushed..brushed my teeth already and... and I took a long shower." She stutters and sighs deeply after, while looking at the ceiling.

"You are such a bad liar." I laugh out loud.

"Messy messy hair." She giggles messing my hair up even worse than it was.

"You like that huhh?" I ask and she nods as I put her down on the chair in the bathroom.

When we're showered and dressed we head to the kitchen.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Breakfast please. Thank you." She answers as she takes the box of juice I reach to her. I shake my head and decide to just make us some omelets. Cordelia had to leave last night to visit her sick mother for the weekend.

As I'm busy around the kitchen, the fact that I don't really like making my own breakfast or anyone else's for that matter, hits me.

Look at me now. Being a responsible caretaker to a four year old. Placing a hearty breakfast in front of her.
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