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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 8

"I made a casserole that you can heat up for dinner. Makenna's already in bed and Bella's been fed. Oh, and I've got my cell with me in case you need us, okay?" She instructed, putting on her coat.

"Don't worry, Erin. I know, I know, no junk food. Bed by nine thirty. You just try and enjoy your night," I ushered her towards Mo and the door.

"Yeah, Erin. Sam's done this a million times. And we've gotta get going if we're going to make that dinner reservation."

"All right, all right. You two always double team me." She turned and kissed both of her kids on the cheek. "Be good to Aunt Sam, alright?" They nodded in response.

"Have fun, guys," Mo rubbed each of them on the head affectionately before they took off for the living room to fight over the remote. "No fighting, you two!" he called after them.

"Have a good night, Sam," Erin said to me with a strange wink before heading out. What was that about?

"I left you a surprise," Mo whispered wickedly, lagging behind. I was intrigued. "I know you'll like it." I swear I could see his chest puff out cockily from behind his blazer.

"Is that right? You seem fairly confident." I lifted a brow at him. "Is it to make up for having the extra long practice today?" The extended practice meant that Py and I had lost an opportunity to clear the air and to kiss and make up. Emphasis on kissing.

"Like that was even in my control," he threw in an eye roll.

"Right. But never mind that, stop being a hypocrite and get going!" I pushed him lightly.

He left with that weird twinkle in his eye and a sly half grin.

"I wonder what they're up to?" I wondered aloud. Bella barked in response from behind me as I locked the door. "What do you know, girl?" I turned around and petted her.

"Can we watch a movie, Aunt Sam?" came Kailyn's voice from the living room.

"Jackie Chan!" piped up Brayden.

"No, Monster's Inc. You got to pick last time!" she countered.

"We'll decide on the movie later. Dinner first, you two. Now come on, help me set the table."

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"Guys, guys, let me answer the door."

"Can we stay up longer, please?" Brayden asked from below.

I had Kailynon my back and Brayden stuck to my foot. Great. "Hang on," I shouted as the doorbell rung again. The three of us waddled to the door. "No, bedtime is bedtime. Don't want your parents on my back."

I took a look through the peephole, but all I could see was a… chin? I pulled the door open.

"Surprise," Py said, giving me a lopsided grin with a single sunflower in his hand.

"Py!"

"Pie?" inquired Kailyn from over my shoulder. He chuckled.

"Kay, can you get off me?" I bent down so she could hop off before I reached for him. He kissed me soundly on the lips and I completely forgot that Brayden was still on my foot until Py yelped.

"Ow."

"Brayden! You don't kick hit people. What do you say?" He just huffed, gave Py a nasty look, and turned into the house. "Brayden," I called after him. "Sorry," I apologized to Py, "Come on in."

"I think the little guy's got a crush on you," he said, the corner of his mouth rising in another smile while handing me his flower.

"Thank you. How did you know that I loved sunflowers?" I asked, closing the door behind him.

"Just a hunch."

"Are you Aunt Sam's boyfriend? You're tall. Taller than daddy," stated Kailyn, peering up at him with her huge brown eyes.

"Oh, I hope I'm Aunt Sam's boyfriend," he crouched down to speak to her. "Does she have other guys come by and give her flowers?" he asked her in a loud whisper.

"Nope. I think you're the first. Well… daddy gave her flowers her birthday last year."

"He did, did he?" Py said, looking up at me.

"Yup. Big yellow roses. I helped him choose them," she said proudly.

I shrugged. Nothing wrong with flowers, especially yellow ones. "Alright, enough chit chat, you've got fifteen minutes to brush your teeth and change into your pyjamas, missy. Make yourself at home, Py… well, in Mo's home. The living room is through that hallway. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"You need a hand?"

"No thanks, I've got it," I said shooing Kailyn toward the staircase.

"Goodnight," she said to him through the banister half way up.

"Bye. Sleep tight."

I walked by a mirror in the hall and immediately wished I'd spent more time choosing my clothes for the evening. Comfort over style was what a long day demanded, particularly when it ended with a night babysitting, so there was nothing I could do except readjust my t-shirt and retie my hair in a tight pony tail although a few tendrils slipped out of grasp and few against my cheek.

After I tucked Kailyn in and checked on Makenna, I went into Brayden's room.

"Brayden," I said softly. He'd already tucked himself in, his back to me, stiff as a board. "Brayden, that wasn't very nice."

"I don't like him," a tiny voice replied.

I saved the `You don't even know him' speech for another time. "It's all right if you don't like him, but you can't go hurting people like that."

"Brayden," I said firmly when he didn't reply.

"I'm sorry I kicked him. Don't be mad," he blurted, turning around.

"I'm not," I rustled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight, Bray."

Pyatt was looking at the photographs by the mantle when I came into the living room.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I half expected you to be in most of them," he gestured to the photos casually. I was in two of them: one chasing Brayden around the backyard at his fourth birthday, and one with Mo's arm thrown over my shoulder at a some Canucks event.

"I took half of these photos," I admitted.

"Oh."

"Py…" His eyes flickered over to the picture of the two of us before looking up again at the sound of his nickname.

I put my hands on his shoulder and looked him straight into those mesmerizing eyes of his. "There's nothing going on – is he… is this going to be a problem?" I asked him quietly.

"No… as long as I'm dating you and not him," he tried to make a joke of it as he placed his hands on my waist.

"Mo's just… your parents," I finished pathetically.

"My parents?"

I nodded. "Your parents are married, right?"

"Going on thirty years," he said still confused about what they had anything to do with Mo.

"Mine…" I closed my eyes, trying to be calm about this. This was silly. "My parents are separated. Divorced. Not that that is uncommon or anything, but my dad cheated on my mom. Had a lengthy affair with one of her friends." I took a breath.

"I'll never forget that look on her face when he told her. I'd just come home after meeting Jeff, the Canuck's last photographer, at school with news of what the organization was offering me. That day couldn't have been more polarized. I… I couldn't look my dad in the eye for weeks," my hands quivered annoyingly. It seemed like it had been years since I last had to relive the events even though I'd patched things up with him last year. It was like pulling off a bandage – sometimes you didn't know what to expect.

"Sam, it's alright, you don't-" Pyatt's deep voice was soft and calming, although I'm sure he was getting more confused at where I was heading with all of this.

"No, I need to so you understand," I cut him off, tracing a pattern absentmindedly on his arm with my forefinger.

"I wanted to yell at him; to scream at him, but I couldn't. My mom needed me. He offered to drive me to the rink to meet the team, but I muttered some excuse about how Jeff would pick me up. I… I ended up meeting Mo that day," I paused, the picture on the mantle drawing my attention. "He couldn't leave an introverted girl alone. Nope, he had to cheer her up and make her feel welcome," I said, a shadow of a smile creeping its way onto my lips. I remembered the crush I'd quickly developed. It wasn't everyday that a gorgeous hockey player lavished you with attention after all, but I decided to keep that tidbit to myself. Some things from the past didn't need to be brought up again. And besides, his friendship had proven to be more than enough.

"My dad came to a game a couple months into the season and I guess by then he'd seen me hanging around Mo, so he made him make some stupid promise to `look out for me'. And well, you know him."

"He said yes." I nodded as I took at step closer to him and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat through his sweater.

"Sometimes he doesn't realize that years have gone by and I'm not some dinky teenager anymore. Anyways, my mom moved back east last year to be near my grandmother and even though I talk to my dad every so often, Mo… his family was mine for a while… but don't get me wrong. Things change," I said firmly, finally glancing up at him. My breath caught as Pyatt's rugged boyish looks took effect.

"You consider me family?"

"Yes, I do. You're my boyfriend." It was meant to come out as a statement, especially after hearing him say so a few minutes before, but it almost sounded like a question as insecurity crept in.

He studied me wordlessly for what seemly like an eternity; each millisecond that past by made me more anxious and fed a need to kick myself for having spoken the truth; for laying it all on the line.

"I am," he replied finally. I let out a broad smile and kissed him, timidly dragging my tongue over his when he cupped the back of my head.

"And here I thought I'd be stuck watching this brand new copy of Bridget Jones' Diary alone," I said, relief overwhelming me. I eyed the DVD on the coffee table, its wrapping paper littered the carpet in my haste to open it.

"Oh God, is that some kind of chick flick?" he mumbled. I laughed.

"I'll have you know, it's the best chick flick."

"But I'm the guest. Don't I get any say?" he stared at me, as if trying to ware me down with this pitiful attempt at a puppy eyed look. It had no effect on me. Absolutely none.

"Fine," I said exasperated when he didn't stop. "I'll show you the game room downstairs."

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Mo would've been devastated to know that his fishing trophies, which hung proudly from the walls, were not being fully appreciated. Neither was his impressive plasma TV… or his pool table. His leather couch on the other hand…

I pushed Pyatt on to it and crawled up the length of his body.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," he said with a gleam in his eye as his hands swept body.

"Mmm hhmm," I purred, leaning down to kiss him deeply. He put his hands into my hair, my hair tie lost along the way some time ago, before dragging them down onto my breasts. I moaned at the contact and I trailed slow kisses along his strong jaw and nuzzled his neck all the while bending my lower body so that I straddled him. I could feel him hard and warm through his jeans and my thin sweats. Instinctively, I ground into him, trying to create friction to elevate the growing tension deep within.

"Sam," he breathed, his hands leaving my waist to pull me in for another kiss. Pyatt's lips were hot and the kiss bordered on sloppy, but I could have cared less. His hands went back to explore the skin that was now exposed between the waistband of my sweats and the bottom of my shirt. I placed my hands on his, and staring into his deep blue eyes, folded his fingers around the hem of my t-shirt and lifted upwards. The piece of clothing discarded, he chose that moment to sit up, knocking me backwards onto the cushions. I shivered not from the cool air against my skin, but from the heated look he have me before pressing kisses along my collarbone.

"Mmmm… Py, do you-," I started.

"Sam? You down here?"

"Brendan, maybe I should go down first," said a familiar female voice.

"What the hell is going on?!" Instantly the living room lights were on and I sat up quickly, or tried to with him on top of him. I covered myself with one hand as I probed the ground with the other in search of my t-shirt.

There stood Mo and Erin fresh from their night out and here I was on their couch with Pyatt holding my shirt. I grabbed it from him and slipped it on. Mo looked pissed and nauseated all at once, while Erin had a knowing look on her face – as if she wasn't surprised with stumbling onto us like this.

"Where did you come from? You're supposed to be – not here!" Mo cried indignantly.

"You mean he wasn't your surprise?" I asked, finally finding my voice. I turned to Py saw the corner of his eyes crinkle. He found this amusing! I kicked at him half-heartedly, although I was relieved about his reaction. Amusement was better than jealousy or irritation.

"Hell no. Your surprise was Bridget Jones. Not frigging… Daniel Cleaver!"

I shared an eye roll with Erin. Obviously, I'd forced him to sit through the movie too many times.

"'Daniel Cleaver'?" Py looked at me, fascinated.

"Brendan calm down, the kids are asleep," Erin reminded him, "Taylor phoned me and asked if he could drop by to surprise Sam and I said it'd be alright if he came after the kids were in bed."

He turned at the sound of her voice, apparently forgetting she was there. He immediately tried to recover, but she caught him, her face turning to one of annoyance.

"Mo, man, sorry we got kind of carried away. Won't happen again, not here at least," Pyatt muttered the last bit at me. I hid my grin. "Come on, I'll drive you home, Sam." I leapt up on my feet, itching to get away from the awkwardness of the room.

"Sorry, Mo. Erin. The kids went to bed at half past nine. No junk food, as promised," I rushed through the details, "And oh, it turns out that Brayden's got a bit of a temper towards unfamiliar male guests," I coughed. "Consider talking to him about that."

I'd had enough of Mo's scrutiny and so I avoided his gaze completely, but I felt his heavy gaze on me nonetheless. As I passed Erin to the stairs, Py ahead of me, I whispered, "Thanks Erin."

We literally ran out of the house.

"God, that was like being caught by my dad or something," I shuddered, but really I felt more queasy then embarrassed. My palms were clammy and I couldn't get Mo's look of displeasure out of my head. He was going a bit overboard with his protective streak… but worse yet, I found myself relishing his reaction. Strange, because I certainly didn't feel this way after the whole Ruutu incident.

"Who's `Daniel Cleaver'?" Pyatt asked again, intent on finding out what the comparison meant. A wave of guilt washed over me as he started the car. What was wrong with me? I was off in my own little world.

"A very bad man," I quoted distractedly, trying to push away all thoughts of a dirty blond and pull out my playful side.
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