Bailey has wanted a relationship like her parents had. When her husband is killed she moves back home with her newborn baby. When someone tries to hurt her she turns to the one man who she has always cared for.
Deke hasn't had the easiest life, but...
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(Bailey's Basement Dance Studio)
*Bailey\Pup*
I was dancing to my music not paying attention to anything but when my CD cut off I was started by clapping and I jerked around to see Deke leaning against the doorframe.
"It been a long time since I've seen you dance close up," he said and I blushed before rushing over to my stereo and turning it off.
"I thought you were still upstairs," I said.
"I finished the dishes and wanted to see what you were doing," he said coming up beside me and I watched as he hooked his phone up to the Bluetooth and pressing something on his phone before pulling me to the room and I gasped when the song started playing and he started leading me in a simple slow two-step and I smiled remembering when we used to do this all the time.
"Not bad," I pointed out after the song ended. "But it needs a bit of work."
"Says the five-time dance champion," he said and I giggled.
"Suck it up crybaby," I said before squealing when he growled and I dashed up the stairs and I made it to the living room before Deke grabbed me around my waist and hauled me into his chest.
"Do you yield?" he asked playfully.
"Never," I yelled before screaming when he tossed me on the couch and started tickling me. "NO! STOP! DEKE!"
"Do you yield?"
"I yield," I laughed as he finally stopped and I caught my breath. "No fair using my weakness against me."
"Not my fault you're ticklish everywhere," he said shrugging.
"Meanie," I pouted before looking at the clock and gasping at the time. "Good lord it's already eleven-thirty."
"Got a hot date?" Deke asked jokingly.
"No," I smiled. "But I do have a long day tomorrow."
"Really? What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I have to go shopping," I said with a sigh. "I haven't really worked since I had Zita and all my clothes are too small and Zita needs a few things."
"Can I tag along?" he asked and I looked at him confused. "What?"
"You hate going shopping," I said and he shrugged. "If you want then sure you can come."
"I'll pick you two up around nine," he said and I nodded following him to the door and he kissed my cheek before going to his bike and driving off.
After locking the door and turning all the lights off I headed upstairs and peeked into Jonas's room to see him asleep with Zita on his chest and Barbie Spy Squad playing on the TV, shaking my head I quickly and quietly set to straightening up the room a bit by setting his laptop on the desk and turning the TV off before grabbing my daughter and going to the nursery where I laid her in her crib before going to my room and slipping into my pj's can climbing into bed and snuggling my body pillow silently wishing I had something else to cuddle with.
