Chapter 6

"Oh my manly hero come to rescue me" I snap as he gets out the mum mobile. He rolls his eyes but I didn't miss him scowling at said mom mobile. "Where have you been?"

"Where's India" he asks as he strides towards the house.

"Oh im sorry she climbed out the window to go to a party where there will be drugs sex and alcohol." He almost smiles at that but the situation clearly has him nervous so he walks into the house and immediately makes his way to the bassinet where he fafs about with her blanket and moves her teddy to the left side. Pretty sure the guy has OCD.

He then checks the voicemale with a look of pure concentration on his face. 'I'm out, I'm coming. (insert heavy breathing) coming to take her back she's mine, I want Barbie. Where's my Barbie, give her back. I want her Ryder. I'm coming"

It was no less scary the second time round I will tell you that for nothing. I open my mouth to state the obvious that the woman is clearly a psyho but clearly he is three times more psycho to have slept with that... that is if my hunch is correct and that is India's mother. Referring to her as a Barbie is worrying to say the least.

"I'm going to call someone I'll be back in a second." I nod my okay. He darts upstairs and I take the opportunity to triple check all locks and other devices to prevent people from entering

when he comes back after about 10 minutes he starts systematically looking behind all the doors and looking into cupboards I'm pretty sure it was for my benefit and in any other situation the feminist in me would be riled up but the part of me that was freaked out that Melony was in the cupboard under the stairs wielding an axe made me shut up.

"nobody's here."

"oh good I thought you'd find Jeremy in one of those closets."

he chuckled "I'm gonna tell him you said that"

"Don't worry I already looked for you." that made him laugh. A really colourful rich laugh that started in his chest and rumbled out. It reminded me of rolling thunder and did funny things to m insides. Not that I would ever tell anyone ever. "Hey, your not aloud to find me funny, I'm still mad at you."

"Your right I'm sorry I shouldn't have ditched you. I just wanted one night to feel normal again. Jeremy's a below average sitter at best but he is my best friend and I just wanted it to be like old times. I couldn't ask suzie because she was out with girlfriends. I'll make it up to you."

"Good you should make it up to me." I didn't mention the other stuff because I didn't feel like he wanted a discussion.

"Have anything in mind?" he asks he's so close to me at this point that our toes are almost touching and he also is leaning in pretty close so I could practically feel his peppermint breath on me. But I don't play chicken instead I lean forward myself and flick my eyes up to his.

"yup, I believe you said you'd make me dinner." And then I dodged past him plonked myself on the sofa and kicked my feet up on the coffee table turning lion king back on to the scene where they sing the circle of life.

"Lion king really?"

"Well I wanted to watch the conjuring but figured India wouldn't be up for it."

"Really? That surprises me she loves the terminator movies."

"Wait do you hear that?" I gasp overdramatically listening. We both stand there silently while he tries to hear what I am.

"No. Hear what?" he listens again

"The sound of nobody in the kitchen making me dinner." He rolls his eyes throwing his jumper at me before making his way into the kitchen. "fine but your having pasta." Oh no I'm part Italian and I just know he's about to butcher pasta for me. I quickly follow him into the kitchen purely to supervise which is what I tell myself. A master chef contender Asher was not. It would have either been take out or pasta, he narrows his eyes at my judgemental face. He gets the spaghetti out the packet and tips it in to some cold water on the stove. I just already know that I'll end up cooking most of the food. "So is there anything you want to know about me?"

"No not really I got everything from your file." He teased.

"yeh thanks for reminding me that you snooped."

"Bad boy remember!" he chuckles warmly putting some canned pasta source on the stove. I laugh. Hard. He might have had the reputation but he was the biggest marshmallow I had ever met.

"What is Lettie short for?"

"Alietta, it's Italian."

"Pretty."

"Anything else you want to know

"Your not a terrible person." He points out to which I whack him upside the head but he only grins and starts pulling out pots and pans. "so why do you either hang out with losers or by your self.

"Hey! My mum isn't a loser." He laughs at my joke which makes me happy and I watch him like a complete creep. He is an utterly beautiful human specimen. His hair is tousled from running around doing a sweep of the house. Ashers mobile started ringing so I gestured that I would take over the dinner. I tip the gourmet tinned source onto the drained pasta and put it in a bowl. I wait around for a few minutes but in the end decided I would rather have warm pasta over manners. When my pasta was long finished and I was still waiting for Asher to come back I went looking for him.

"You told me this wouldn't be a problem Sandra. You said I would never see any of you again!"

"What do you mean! I just told you I just had a threatening phone call."

"Why am I calling you?!" he laughs sadistically almost. The kind of laugh here your so angry it's ridiculous. "because no thanks to you and Bill it's not just me I'm taking care of anymore..... What does she have to do with anything." Was he talking about me, or India. I was very confused, who was he talking too. Why was he so angry?

"It's my life I'm aloud to date who ever I want.... Well she might as well be.... When I agreed to this, the deal was that you would get it sorted out and leave me alone. This is unacceptable.... Well then I suggest Sandra that you find her quickly otherwise I will be a little more peruassive and a little less understanding next time. And if anyone hurts her I swear to god I will find the problem and sort it out my self." He didn't sound very happy and he sounded even less happy when I heard a smashing sound and then the sound of some very bad words. When I walk in pretending I wasn't eves dropping I see his hand shacking and an old mug in pieces below a big whole in the wall. With out saying anything I bed down and start picking up the shattered mug. "Lettie don't worry about it I got it."

"Go eat your food, I'll clear this up."

"Lettie."

"Go." I say softly. Needless to say a second later he comes back with the bowl of pasta and a fork in his hand eating it while leaning on the wall staring at me on the floor. He was probably staring at my ass but I was trying not to think about that so much.

"I take it the phone call wasn't a good one." He snorts. But seems to change the subject.

"You know sometimes... when India is crying I go and get her. Check her diaper, try and give her a bottle, she's just had a nap, I give her attention, and I 'm standing there helpless and I just know she doesn't need anything she just wants you." I stand up and look up into his bright eyes and smile. He was just humouring me surely, but still it was a nice thing to say. "I can't blame her either because that's exactly how I feel sometimes." I'm trying to fight a smile but fail miserably. We were just staring at each other and in my head I'm going kiss me kiss me! And then he started to lean in, and I was like yay he's about to kiss me! And then something awfull happened I turned into a stereo typical over thinking girl and it was the biggest nightmare in the world. I don't know why.... maybe it was because what happened with my ex wasn't the best moment of my life... maybe it's because I actually liked the guy and didn't want to ruin it... maybe it was because I was just strait up scared that some disaster was just around the corner and would ruin it for me... but I step around him and throw the parts of the mug in the bin effectively cock blocking myself. Maybe it was all those things but what scared me the most was that deep down I knew that it was because I had never felt this connected to anyone in this amount of time and it scared the crap out of me.

"I should probably go. Indias asleep and your private baby sitters tired too."

"Lettie wait."

"I should go."

"Just- just be careful... please." I nod at him before briskly walking away. And for the second time on today I wanted to kill myself or at least punch myself hard. I was a bloody idiot. Not just because I didn't kiss the boy but because I was now walking outside alone in the dark having forgotten all about creepy messages from fully grown ass woman wanting their barbies.

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