[UNEDITED][JASON]

        By the time Erin was dressed and had come downstairs, breakfast was on the table and there was no trace of the fact I had been an emotional mess not half hour ago.

        The last time I broke down like that was after the death of Ria. After that I had to be strong for Chloe, I had to be the one to hold her together when she was falling apart and make sure she never fell to her knees in tears because she didn’t have anyone.

        I never wanted her to feel the way I did that day and I never wanted her to feel alone because it was one of the worst feelings in the world. The feeling of knowing there is going to be no one there for you at the end of the day and there is no one who could possibly understand your situation so you are forced to deal with it on your own.

        That means dealing with your emotions, thoughts and actions without having another person there to aid you through that tough time. I became the strong one because I never wanted to be the weak one again and I never wanted to feel like there was nothing I could do make another person feel at least a little better about themselves.

        “You made this?” Erin smiled as she took the seat on the opposite side of the table to me.

        “It’s your favourite. Right?” I replied. I looked at the blueberry pancakes and bacon which were now sitting in front of the both of us.

        “I told you that after the first night we slept together. You wanted to make me breakfast was so you asked for my favourite thing to eat in the morning,” Erin said and she was clearly impressed by the fact I had remembered something to small.

        I had learn that tip from my sister. When a girl tells you they like something, it serves you well in the future to remember what they said.

        I remember the time Chloe told Matthew that her favourite perfume was by Kylie Minogue and she hated Beyonce. Poor boy got the shock of his life when Chloe threw the bottle across the room because he had got the two of them the wrong way round – she apologised when she had calmed down but he was genuinely extremely upset that she didn’t like the present.

        “You also told me about your nephew and how I needed to meet him because he was the cutest baby I would ever meet,” I chuckled taking a bite of the food in front of me.

        “I was thinking,” Erin paused as she took a mouthful of the pancake and I have never heard someone moan so loudly over some food until I heard the sound which came from Erin’s throat, “perhaps I should ask Damien if he wants to spend the night too.”

        “The last time you moaned that loudly, you were calling my name,” I said with a smirk, feeling even more satisfied when she began to choke a little on her pancake. “And that sounds good to me. Amanda could do with getting to know some more people.”

        “I meant Jason Statham,” Erin shrugged before she continued with her food.

        “Seriously? He’s close to double your age. I refuse to believe that you were thinking of him while I was fu—“

        “While you were what Jase?”

        “Making love to you. I refuse to believe you were thinking of Jason Statham while I was making love to you,” I lied. I knew what we did last night was not making love.

        There was a distinct different between making love and fucking. One was slow and you took the time to pay attention to your partner, ensuring they are turned on in every sense of the word. The other was simply where you stuck your dick in and get the hell with it, not bothering with all the shit which showed you loved them.

        “He looks good for his age,” Erin said and I was pretty sure this wasn’t the standard conversation you had with your girlfriend over breakfast.

        Most people would say that they loved each other or they would share little kisses here and there or they would be unable to stop touching each other or they or they would just have a normal conversation. They wouldn’t compare their boyfriend to a celebrity who still looks good for their age while telling their partner that’s who they were thinking of in bed the night before.

        Then again, I don’t think there was anything remotely normal about our relationship.

        “Sorry babe, I wish I could be Jason Statham, but I’m not so you’re stuck with me. Jason Parker,” I reminded her, my eyebrow raised slightly, only for me to end up laughing extremely loudly and like a total idiot.

        I was about to take another bite of my pancake when the sound of the front door interrupted me. I looked at Erin but she made no attempt to move and I made sure to let out a dramatic sigh as I stood up, walking past her. “I’ll get the door then. Shall I?”

        “I would move but someone wouldn’t let me sleep until four this morning,” she winked.

        “You know as well as I do that it was you who kept asking for more. I was ready for sleep at half two,” I said and then walked out of the room, the sound of the door going again pulled my away from a conversation which could easily turn inappropriate.

        I pulled the door open, smiling when I saw Amanda and Vivienne stood there. Amanda telling Vivienne how well she was doing at school while all Vivienne did was nod along with a proud smile on her face.

        “Hello Uncle Jason,” Amanda grinned when she finally noticed I was stood there. “Where’s Erin?”

        “I love you too and she’s in the kitchen,” I laughed. Amanda quickly ran past me and straight into the kitchen, completely ignoring the fact I was stood there and without saying goodbye to Vivienne or thanking her for letting her stay for the night. “Thanks for looking after her last night.”

        “It’s no problem. When Matthew phoned and asked if she could spend the night, I jumped at the opportunity. She’s always a pleasure to have round the house,” Vivienne smiled.

        I loved this woman like she was my mother. She was amazing and, since the marriage of Chloe and Matthew, she has always been there for me – she was the first person I told about Charlotte, I didn’t tell her how, I simply told her that we were over and she hugged me until I managed to stop crying.

        “Did you know Matthew proposed to Chloe?” I asked while the question was in my mind.

        “I thought they were already married?”

        “Well, in the eyes of the law, they are married but apparently they want to do it properly. They want to be able to pick everything and not be told, they just want the day to be their own without some old man interfering,” I chuckled.

        “I think that will do the two of them some good. Just like this holiday although, if what I heard this morning is anything to go by, I would guess their sex life is pretty damn good,” Vivienne said and she almost seemed embarrassed that she had heard what she did.

        Matthew was her son so I can only imagine that it’s even more awkward to listen to your son beg his wife for morning sex than it is to listen to my brother-in-law hint at what he got up to with my sister last night.

        “Would you like to come in?”

        “No. I must be off but I would like to invite you, Am and Erin to dinner on Friday,” Vivienne smiled and I was shocked that she wanted me to bring Erin since I hadn’t told Vivienne anything about her, I hadn’t even told her that he was seeing someone. “Amanda wouldn’t shut up about her at last night.”

        “She wouldn’t?”

        “No. She kept telling us how much fun Amanda was and how she made you happy. She told us that she loved Erin like an Auntie and she hoped that you never dumped Erin,” Vivienne explained and I couldn’t help but smile at the words.

        “We would love to come to dinner. What time?”

        “Half eight?”

        “Sounds good. We’ll see you then,” I said and Vivienne gave me a nod of the head before she turned and walked back to where her car was parked.

        I walked to the kitchen with a smile on my face, it only growing wider when I saw Amanda sitting on Erin’s lap, telling her about what she had done at Vivienne’s last night. All I caught was that she played Uno with John, coloured in pictures with Vivienne and then had hot chocolate with the both of them before John tucked her up in bed with a story.

        At least she had one set of Grandparents who were there for her and would do anything for her, unlike the other set who have only bothered with her once.

        Sure, I know Chloe told them to stay away, but it was them then I would have fought for my right to see her, not taken a back seat and allowed her to go five years without knowing who the hell I was.

        “Uncle Jason?”

        “Yes sweetie,” I smiled down at Amanda, washing up the dishes from breakfast.

        “Can we watch a film tonight please?” she grinned and I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t going to sit through another time of watching Frozen, but I couldn’t do that to her. I would always watch Frozen with her, regardless of the number of times she had made me watch it, I would still watch it again with her.

        “Frozen?” I chuckled and she just nodded her head overenthusiastically. Damn I loved her and it did kind of make me wish that I had a daughter of my own, but when the time was right, then I would speak to Erin about children.

        Right now I was happy and content with just the two of us. It had only been two weeks and there was still plenty of chances for things to go wrong, not that I wanted them to go wrong, but there was the potential for things to go wrong.

        “Of course we can,” I smiled, putting a quick kiss on the top of her head and watching as she skipped out of the room with a huge grin on her face. “Ever watched Frozen?”

        “By the end of the night I will have done,” Erin chuckled and I was about to say something when Amanda came running back in the room, singing Let It Go at the top of her voice. She was dancing around singing it to her Elsa doll, another one of the things I had bought for her, even after Chloe told me that she had more than enough.

        “It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small,” Amanda stopped and looked at me, putting her hand on her hip and cocking her head to the side, showing me that she wasn’t impressed with me not joining in with her. “Uncle Jason?”

        “Amanda?”

        “Why are you not singing?”

        “And the fears the once controlled me, can’t get to me at all,” I paused and then looked at her, a smile covering my face when I saw her grinning at me. Seeing her happy was one of the single most amazing things in the world, her happiness should be bottled up and sent around the world to all the people who were suffering.

        Her happiness was infectious and all you wanted to do whenever you saw her was smile. I hoped she never changed, even when she reaches the moody teens faze where you always have to be right and it’s impossible for you to ever be in the wrong.

        “It’s time to see what I can do, test the limits and break through, no right, no wrong, for me. I’m freeeeee!” Amanda and I both shouted at the same time. That was all it took for Amanda to fall to the floor in a fit of laughter and, as always, I began tickling her until she was laughing to the point she was unable to breath.

        “You are going to be such an amazing father day one day,” Erin smiled as she sat down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder while I collapsed against the counter and Amanda climbed onto my lap.

        “When are you two getting married?” Amanda suddenly asked, her eyes moving between Erin and myself. I would say it was an awkward question but, in reality, it wasn’t that much of a stupid question. We had been in an official relationship for two weeks but we had been getting to know each other for nine months now and I was pretty sure there wasn’t much left to tell now.

        “In the future,” I settled for as a vague answer.

        “You are going to get married though? Aren’t you?” Amanda replied. Her honesty never failed to impress me. I should have been used to it by now but, no matter how many questions she asked, I would never be able to get used to the way in which she simply put it out there without fear of being questioned about it.

        “I hope we do. I love Uncle Jason and if he ever leaves me, you’ll have to help me hunt him down and bring him back here, right?” Erin answered for me.

        “It’s a good job I love Auntie Erin. I don’t want to be dragged back here by you two,” I chuckled and Amanda seemed satisfied with her answers as I watched her snuggle into my chest, her eyes slowly closing as she brought her Elsa doll closer to her body and put her thumb in her mouth.

        I wondered what time she went to sleep last night. Though she had never been able to sleep through the night. You could put her to bed at seven, she would be asleep by half seven and then she would be awake again not long after midnight. She doesn’t usually remain in her bed for the entire night either, so I was impressed when she stayed here and she didn’t leave her bed once that night.

        “Guess you’re never going to have Jason Statham now. Not if you want to keep Amanda happy,” I joked, turning my head so that I was level with Erin and I could see the smirk she was fighting off at the corners of her mouth.

        “I will only ever want you Jason Parker,” Erin said before she quickly pressed her lips against mine, her right hand caressing my cheek. The kiss only lasted a minute before she pulled away and put her forehead against mine with a smile on her lips.

        “Hm. I love you too Erin Brooke.”