Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. NBC does. I also don't own the lyrics to the songs used in this story. They are own by Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams. The ones used by Bon Jovi aren't actually used word for word but they are by them.
Parker came home from another exhausting day. She walked in the back door. There sat six beautiful roses, each one a different color. She walked over to the table and found a card. She opened it and read....
I wanted to let you know how much I love you. Each rose represents how I feel about you. The yellow one is our friendship. The red one is my love for you. The white is for marrying me. The pink one is for giving me three beautiful children. The lavander one is for believing in me when know one else did and the peach one is for just because I love you.
I just want you to know you were born to be my baby and I was made to be your man. Only God would know the reasons but he must have had a plan.
I also want you to know how much I need you. I need you like the roses need the rain. I need you like the seasons need to change. I need you like the poet needs the pain. Baby, I just need you.
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you and love you till the end of time. We made a promise, a promise this world would never blind us. These are my words, our words were our songs, our songs are our prayers. These prayers keep me strong it's what I believe.
With all my love,
Jarod
She bends down to smell the roses when she sees Jarod in the corner of her eye. She turns to look at him.
"I just wanted you to know how I feel." he says as she walks toward him.
"Thank you." she replies as she puts her arms around his neck. She gives him a kiss. "I love you." she whispers in his ear.
"I love you too." he answers back. He holds her next to him until they are interupted by three little kids tugging at their legs.
Parker bends down and picks up the baby. Catherine and Kyle follow her to the couch.
"Mommy, mommy when did you get home?"
"I just got here." she answers them.
Jarod follows them and sits down. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"No, I'm fine."
She visits with her children before supper.
She opens the refrigerator to find three cans of whip cream. "Jarod, why do we have three cans of whip cream?"
"Well, remember that dance you did for me when you were pregnant with Catherine?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I thought you might do that for me again." he says and smiles.
"Well, I will think about it." she said smiling.
Before long it is time for bed. Jarod gets them bathed and Parker tucks them in. Jarod reads them a story then kisses them good night.
He walks into their bedroom. Parker has changed clothes and is sitting in front of the mirror. Jarod sits down on the bed. She gets up and goes to him.
"Jarod, are you really happy?"
"Yes."
"I mean are you really happy here?"
"I told you I would be happy anywhere you wanted to go and if you are happy at the Centre then I am happy too. I love being able to stay home and take care of the children for a change. Why are you having second thoughts?"
"No, I just wanted to make sure you are happy." she said. She knew deep down inside she was having second thoughts but didn't want to admit she was wrong.
"I'm happy as long as we are together. Would you like me to show you how happy I am?" he said as he kissed her lips.
As he moved down to her neck she said, "Would you please show me? I don't know if I believe you." She smiled then kissed him.
"I can do that." he said softly as his lips didn't move off of her.
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A few years have past. Sydney got sick and wasn't getting any better. Parker and Jarod stayed by his side til the end. They took his body and buried him beside his brother, Jacob. For some reason it hit Parker worse than Jarod but she wouldn't let it show. He grieved for a while but Parker felt she lost of the only father figure in her life. She wouldn't cry, only bottle it up. Jarod would go off to himself to grieve the loss of the only man he knew as a father. Jarod came home one night after leaving the children with Debbie. He walks in the door to find his wife sitting on the couch. She has a empty bottle of vodka sitting in front of her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Having a drink." she says as looks up at him.
"A drink or a bottle."
"What do you care?" she says sarcastically. As he walks closer to her, he can smell the alcohol.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can."
"I can't believe you drank the whole bottle. You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." she says angrily. She gets up from the couch and walks into the kitchen. She pulls out another bottle of vodka. Jarod gets up and goes after her. He takes the bottle from her hand and says, "You've had enough."
"I'm big girl, Jarod. I say when I have had enough." She grabs the bottle.
"Don't do this." he says as he looks into her glassy eyes.
She hands him the bottle. He pulls her next to him. She buries her head into his chest and breaks down. She cries out, "Why?"
"It's okay. Let it all out." Jarod says as he holds her tight.
"Why Sydney? I miss him so much." she cries into his chest.
"I miss him too, but it was his time." He wipes the tears from her face.
She looks up at him and says, "I'm going to be sick." She takes off toward the bathroom holding her hands to her mouth. Jarod puts the bottle of vodka up and goes into the bathroom. He finds her kneeling over the toilet. He wipes her face with a cool wet rag. Then she stands over the sink to brush her teeth.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get rid of the taste in my mouth." She walks over to him. She kisses his neck. He can still smell the alcohol but nothing else. "Make love to me, Jarod."
He pushes her away and says, "I don't think this is a good idea."
"Why?"
"Because you are still grieving."
She storms out of the bathroom. Jarod follows her. "Wait!" She turns back at looks at him. She doesn't say a word. Then she turns back and walks into the bedroom.
Jarod follows her. She shoves him on the bed and says, "I said make love to me."
He looks up at her and doesn't say a word.
"Fine." she says. She climbs up on him. She pulls his shirt up and kisses his chest. He lays there thinking, 'Even when she is drunk she is in control.' She runs her fingers down his chest and to his pants. She unbutton the top button. Jarod looks down at her. He doesn't move. She unzips his zipper. She climbs down and pulls his pants off of him. She moves slowly up his leg and to his thigh with her hands. She gives him a kiss and runs her fingers up the leg of his boxers. She stops at his hair. She bends down and kisses his navel. Then her fingers start to wonder again. She takes her pointer finger and runs it into a perfect circle around his hard manhood. Then she quickly removes his boxers. She straddles him again. She takes her shirt off. She takes his hands and place them on her hard breast. She bends back down and runs her tongue up his neck. When she gets close to his mouth he opens it. She looks into his eyes and says, "No!"
She takes her tongue and licks his lips. Then slowly enters her tongue into his mouth. They lock into a hot passionate kiss. She raise up and rolls off of him. She takes the remainer of her clothes off and places herself back on him. She was driving him crazy my sitting her flesh to his and not playing in it. Her hands move from one place to another before she takes her pointer finger and makes a circle around his left nipple. Jarod lays there looking up at his wife wanting her to take him and get it over with it. He hated the torcher. She could see he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him but was afraid to act on it. Then she takes her hands and gently guides him into her. She begins to rock back and forth. Jarod lifts his hands up to her when she takes them and squeezes. She continued to move on him by sliding him almost out of her before plunging back down on him. Jarod couldn't take the teasing but knew she liked it. She got a thrill out of teasing him. She bends back down and kisses his mouth. Then she sit back up and looks into his eyes and says, "Jarod, do you remember Mexico?"
"How could I forget it."
"No, I mean to first trip to Mexico."
"Yeah, I loved holding you in my arms for the first time."
"Have you ever thought about loving someone and leaving them but not really loving them?"
"You mean just having sex."
"Yeah." she answers lowly.
"No, I couldn't do that. I'm not that kind of man."
"That is what I was planning on doing with you that night but...."
"But you fell in love." he said softly.
"Yeah." she said as she looked into his eyes. "Why do you have that effect on me?"
"What love?" he asked confused.
"Yeah. Why do you love me so much?"
"I just do."
"Jarod." she said softly.
"Yeah."
"I'm glad you didn't let me go."
"Me too." he answered. He took hold of her hands and whispered, "Come closer."
She bend down to him and he kissed her lips. She sat back up and rocked faster. Then they both let out a moan. She fell back onto Jarod's body with exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "I love you."
She looked into his eyes one last time and answered, "I love you too." She laid her head back down on his chest and closed her eyes.
The next morning Jarod moved and woke her up. She was laying across his chest with her arms next to her face. The sheet barely covered her bare breast. She sat up holding her head. Jarod moved the hair from her face. She looked over at him and said, "What happened last might?"
Jarod grinning from ear to ear said, "The best sex we had in a while."
"I have a headache."
"You should from all the vodka you drank last night."
Still holding her head she said, "Man, I can't hold my liquar like I used too."
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"It's a little fuzzy."
"Would you like me to show you what you missed since you a little sober now?" he said with a smile.
She reached over a gave him a kiss. He pulled her down on him and rolled her over. He kissed her neck and then her breast. "I know how to get rid of that headache." he whispered in her ear.
"Tell me." she said softly.
Jarod begin to kiss her lips then slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ran his tongue back to her breast. He ran it over her nipple then placed his mouth over her hard breast. He began to suck softly and gently. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him closer to her. His hands wondered across her body. He rubbed them down her abdomen to her thigh. He stopped when her reached her hair. He kissed her then climbed on her body. He slowly slipped in and began to move gently. She took her hands and placed them on his face. She pulled him closer and kissed his soft wet lips. Her tongue licked his lips again before entering his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his head and they moved down his neck to his shoulders. Her long sharp fingernails dug into his back as he continue to move on her. She whispered in his ear, "Don't let me go."
"I'm not ever planning on it." he said back.
After a long while she pulled his face to hers. She looked into his beautiful brown eyes. Eye to eye he kissed the end of her nose. She licked his chin to his mouth. Then kissed him again. He fell down on her and laid his head on her chest. As he laid there he thought of a song he heard once that happened to fit the moment.
Baby you're all I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe we're in heaven
He wrapped his arms around her body.
Nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh there's lots that could say
But hold me now
Cause our love will light the way
N' baby you're all I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven and love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
They fell alseep.
They woke to the phone ringing. Parker reached over to grab it. Jarod took it out of her hand and hung it up.
"Was that one of our kids?"
"They can call back."
He kissed her. She started to raise up when he rolled off of her. She turned to Jarod and said, "I have to tell you."
"What?"
"I quit the Centre."
"I thought you..."
"I did but I can tell you are not happy."
"I never said that."
"I could see it in your eyes."
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, we are going to go home."
"We are home." he said confused.
"Home, Jamaica home. We both were happlier there."
"You mean it."
"Yeah, besides I don't have anything for me here."
"But you were turning the Centre to good. What is going to happened with that?"
"Well, Lyle won't be able to touch it if that is what you mean. It is just not the same with Sydney gone. I can't go back and to answer your question on who will run it. I don't know yet but I make the final decision. It will have to be someone who will carry on what I have started. I have also set it up that Catherine can take over if she wants when she gets old enough. As a matter of fact any of our kids can if they are interested."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I haven't been more sure about this decision before in my life besides marrying you." she said as she reached over and kissed his lips.
"Okay, I say lets do it."
"I was hoping you would say that."
The End!