(Note: From what I can tell Sean cut his hair off at some point, I don’t know when since I don’t follow the Flyers, but I wrote about him with his nice flow because I think he looked too hot with it.)

Sean rang the doorbell of Sam Gagner’s house with a distinct feeling of trepidation. When Sam had asked him a week ago to babysit while he enjoyed a romantic evening with his wife, Sean had reluctantly agreed. Granted, he was great with kids, he just generally preferred the ones old enough to feed themselves and play video games with him. He could handle babies alright, it just wasn’t his forte.

When an absolutely drop dead gorgeous brunette opened the door with baby Cooper on her hip, Sean was rendered not only more nervous, but also speechless. This was definitely not Sam’s wife.

The woman smiled, asking, “Can I help you?”

Sean frowned, let out a grunt, and then stepped back to look at the address; he was at the right house. He looked closer at the baby; it was Cooper alright. The woman just grinned at this odd behavior. He asked with rank confusion in his voice, “Um, who are you?”

“Layla and you are?”

“Uh, Sean Couturier, I play hockey with Sam. This is his house, right?”

“Yes, him and his wife just left. Were they expecting you?”

“Yeah, actually. I was supposed to babysit Cooper.”

“Oh, weird, because I’m babysitting Cooper, obviously” She stepped back and held the door open. “Well come in, let me give them a call. Obviously someone missed something.” He walked in hesitantly, but snapped to attention with Layla handed him the baby. “You mind? Thanks.”

Sean cradled Cooper who gave him one of those unreadable baby looks that was part confusion, part amusement at his new caretaker. “I know, pal, me too.”

He wandered to his left into the living room where Layla was on her phone. “Hey, Rachel, sorry to bother you so soon, but there’s a guy is here, Sean Couturier…” When she said his name, she looked to him for confirmation that she had it right; he nodded. “Yeah, Sean says that he was supposed to babysit Cooper tonight.” Layla was quiet for several moments, presumably while Rachel spoke with Sam. “Uh-huh. Sure, hold on.” She handed the phone to Sean and took Cooper in exchange.

When Sean said hello, Sam answered. “Shit, man, I am so, so sorry. I completely forgot I asked you come over tonight and when Rachel said she asked Layla I didn’t even think about it.”

“No problem, it happens. You’ve got a lot on your plate with the baby and everything else. Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure? God, I feel like complete shit that you came all the way over.”

“Naw, don’t, it’s not a big deal, I don’t even live that far. Go enjoy your night. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Alright, thanks, I owe you one.”

The guys hung up and Sean handed the phone back to Layla saying, “Misunderstanding, he forgot he asked me to watch the baby.”

“Oh, shoot. That sucks. I hope you didn’t cancel any plans to come over.”

Sean thought about what his plans had been: sit at home playing NHL 16 on his PS4 and maybe indulging in a pizza, typical for his nights off. “Nope, no canceled plans.”

Layla looked relieved. “That’s good at least. I feel so bad about this, though. Since you’re here, you wanna stay for a bit? I was gonna order Chinese. Figure the least I can do is feed you since you came all the way over here.”

He considered that for a second. This woman was stunning, certainly someone he wouldn’t mind sharing a meal with. But on the other hand, she was Cooper’s babysitter, which just made his inappropriate thoughts feel wrong, more than a little dirty, like some cheap porn cliche. “No, thank you, though. I should get going.”

She seemed to take his refusal as rejection, which was really confusing for Sean, because he couldn’t help wondering why she would care if he hung around or not. “Of course. You probably have a girlfriend you could meet up with.”

“I…don’t, no.”

Why did her smile seem to get brighter after he said this? “Well, anyway, I can walk you out.”

They started towards the door and as they went Cooper started throwing a fit, crying for seemingly no reason. She knew he had just been fed and changed, so Layla did her best to comfort his mysterious issue, rocking him in her arms and muttering to him as she opened the door.

When their eyes meet, she gave him a jokingly exasperated look. “Alright, Sean. Good to meet you. Sorry about the mix up.”

He stood there for a moment in the open door saying nothing. She was truly lovely, he thought, silky dark hair that fell just past her shoulders, curvy frame that was considerably shorter than his, and bright blue eyes that were honest and kind. She had a vibe that he read as part cool confidence and part naive. She was young, no older than he was, early twenties, but she carried herself with the surety of someone twice her age while still managing to seem young and playful.

Meanwhile, Layla didn’t have time to notice how awkward it was that they were just standing there in front of the open door because she was captivated by his pale brown eyes drinking her in and the little curls of his shaggy hair sticking out under his backwards Flyers cap. He was ridiculously cute and her disappointment at his declining her offer to stay had been genuine.

Cooper cried harder in her arms and she refocused her attention on the baby. Sean reached out and took him from her. “Here, sometimes this helps.” When he had Cooper in his arms, he started rubbing his belly over his onesie, extending his fingers and then drawing them towards his palm to gently massage his stomach with his fingertips.

In a few seconds, Cooper stopped crying and was giggling at Sean who kept scratching his belly.

Layla was beyond impressed. “Holy smokes.”

Sean grinned at her before looking back at Cooper in his arms. “I know my dog used to like when I would rub his belly like that and I guess it works on babies, too.”

“I guess so. You’re really good with him. I can see why they asked you to babysit first.”

“Thanks. I like kids, they're just real, no bullshit.”

“That’s true.” Layla reached out and took Cooper back, smiling at him when he giggled in her arms. “Thanks again, I’ll use the belly rub trick when he gets testy.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He turned to leave, but something turned him back around again. He leaned through the door with a hand on each side of the frame and wondered what was the harm in having dinner with the babysitter anyway. “Where did you say you were ordering Chinese from?”

Layla bit her bottom lip as she smiled. “I didn’t say, but I like Chopstix.”

Sean looked personally offended. “Oh, we can do better than that.”

They went back into the house together and after Layla settled Cooper in his Jumperoo, Sean called his favorite Chinese place, ordering a little bit of everything. While doing so he asked, “You like spicy?”

“Hell yeah.”

He finished the order and they settled on the couch. While the baby occupied himself noisily, Sean asked, “How do you know Sam and Rachel?”

“I grew up on this street, been babysitting the kids in the neighborhood for over a decade. I live downtown now, but some of the neighbors recommended my services to Rachel. I haven’t done it in a while, but I could use the cash, so I agreed to help out.”

“And what do you do normally?”

“I write, try to anyway. I got my Master’s in creative writing last spring, had a few poems published here and there. Since that doesn’t exactly pay the bills, I waitress at a cafe near my place, which is my full time gig. So, I guess I should say I’m a waitress and not a writer.”

“No way, your passion defines you, not the bullshit you do to get by. Even if I was playing in beer leagues I’d still introduce myself as a hockey player.”

Layla laughed and nodded. “Thanks for that. My parents don’t get it. They think I wasted too much time, too much money getting useless degrees.”

“If you love it, it’s not useless.”

“I don’t think so either. Lucky you, though, getting paid to do what you love. That must feel pretty amazing.”

“Yeah, it really does. I used to dream about playing in the NHL, you know? I think that’s all any kid who puts on a pair of skates ever wants. I try not to take it for granted.”

“I’m sure you don’t. You seem like a humble guy.”

As evidence that she was right, he avoided addressing the compliment and asked, “You're not a Flyers?”

Layla sighed and held up her hands guiltily. “I know, Philly girl who isn’t into hockey, it’s a crime against humanity. I’ve been meaning to start watching for years, but I just, I don’t know, got sidetracked with other things.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy with school, a Master’s? That’s some serious stuff.”

“I’d probably say the same thing if I saw you play. Everyone has different skills, I was always good at school, writing. Put me in skates and I’d fall on my ass in about two seconds so I think what you guys do is incredible.”

“It’s not that hard, but thanks for not being a snob and thinking we’re just dumb athletes.”

Layla smiled at him again and Sean felt his heart speed up a little. Ok, he thought, this damn babysitter is even cuter than he originally thought.

When their food arrived, they spread out everything on the dining room table, with Cooper overseeing everything from his highchair. Sean watched her nearly overflow her plate with food and then laugh when she caught him looking.

“Sorry, I really love carbs. Put noodles in front of me and I just go insane.”

“Don’t be sorry it’s -” He wanted to say sexy, because it was. It was so annoying to take girls out only to watch them pick at their salads. A woman with a healthy appetite was… “Refreshing,” he finished.

“Just don’t tell anyone you saw me gorging myself on greasy Chinese food.”

“Our secret.”

“You, too, Cooper. Keep your mouth shut, ok?”

Cooper cooed seemingly in agreement and they shared a laughed at him. The food was great, just spicy enough for Sean, but Layla supplemented with extra hot sauce.

“You weren’t joking, you do like spicy food.”

“Sean, you’re talking to someone who’s been living the broke college student life for six years and counting. Sriracha makes even the cheapest food taste delicious.”

“Fair enough.”

They ate until both of them felt liable to burst and then sat at the table talking until Cooper started to fuss and Layla looked at the time. “Crap, he’s supposed to be in bed by now. I’ll put him down.”

Sean jumped up. “I can do it.”

“You sure? I guess I shouldn’t be asking that, you’re a pro at this baby stuff.”

“I’m alright. I really only offered because I hate doing the dishes.”

Layla burst out laughing. “You’re in luck, I don’t mind dishes. You take Cooper, I’ll clean up.”

Hauling the baby upstairs, Sean got him settled in his crib, turning on the mobile above him that let out a gentle tune as the fish spun slowly around. He rubbed Cooper’s belly and watched his eyes start to close. Bending down he whispered, “I know this is wrong on so many levels, but I’m really into your babysitter, so if you would please keep yourself under control for the rest of the night so I can hang out with her uninterrupted, I’d really appreciate it. Ok, pal?” Cooper didn’t respond, but Sean took his silence as assent. “Thanks, Coop.”

Coming back downstairs with the listening half of the baby monitor, he found Layla getting comfy on the couch. She sat up straighter when he walked in the room and asked in a low tone, “You headed out?”

No way in hell was he doing that. He grinned and joked, “Depends, what do you normally do when the kids you watch go to sleep?”

Her smile was hopeful. “Horror movies, usually. You a fan?”

“Love ‘em. What’d you have in mind?”

Jumping up, Layla looked over the DVD collection on one of the book shelves. “We got the original Halloween, Scream, Hostel…”

“Halloween’s a classic, you into that?”

“Always, good choice.”

Setting the baby monitor down, Sean sat on one end of the couch as Layla put the movie in. When she came to the couch, she sat down on the middle cushion, closest to him, rather than on the far end. He smiled to himself.

They kept the volume low so they didn’t bother Cooper, but that only made it seem scarier to Layla. At a predictable point, she flinched and her hand shot out to grab Sean's thigh. She quickly pulled it back and seemed to blush slightly when he looked over at her in surprise.

Whispering, she told him, “Sorry, I love these movies because I get scared so easily. I didn’t mean to -”

“Layla, it’s all good.” The movie was temporarily forgotten by both of them. He put his arm on the back of the couch wondering if he was going to obey every cheesy cliche in the book.

When his hand gently touched her shoulder, she looked at him with a sweet smile and asked, “Do you mind if I just…?” She trailed off as she slipped her hand between his back and the couch, resting it on his lower back as she snuggled against his side, putting her other hand back on his thigh and her head against his chest.

Sean swallowed a breath and responded, “No, I don’t mind.” He scooted down so his torso was slightly more horizontal and she nuzzled her chin against his pectoral muscle. Draping his arm around her shoulders, he held her against his body. Somehow he tore his eyes away from her and back towards the TV, but his heart and other organs were firmly fixated on the woman cuddling him.

Mostly it was her hand resting firmly on his upper thigh that sent his cock twitching to begin with, but it was her warm breath on his chest, the smell of her lavender shampoo so close to his nostrils that kept his body on high alert.

Layla, however, had no trouble relaxing, because during a part of the film that would have made her jump, she had no reaction. When Sean looked down, he saw her eyes were closed and he knew she must have fallen asleep. Strangely, this did little to relax him as he then became hyper aware of his body, of her body against his, trying to remain as still as possible so he didn’t disturb her, and yet the situation in his pants was making it very difficult not to shift around.

When he heard Cooper start to murmur through the monitor he didn’t know if should be grateful for the opportunity to move or disappointed that he would need to free himself of her embrace. He silently pleaded with the baby to calm himself, but to avail. A loud cry came through the small plastic speaker and Layla shot up, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, God, was I sleeping on you?”

“You were, no snoring, though.”

“Ha. Sorry about that. I’m gonna…go see about Cooper.”

She was bounding up the stairs in no time and Sean was trying desperately to get his cock under control. This became impossible when he heard her sweet voice talking to the baby through the monitor. He groaned and tried to think of unsexy things, baseball, his mother, his teammates, anything. It wasn’t working. He gave up and listened to her soothing Cooper, smiling at how cute it was. She could talk all she wanted about him being good with kids, but she was incredible with the baby.

When she came back, she flopped down on the couch. He told her, “I can tell you’ve done this a lot, watching kids. You’re a natural.”

“I wouldn’t say a natural, more like years of practice. Been doing it since I was thirteen.”

Why, oh, why did she have to say that? Now he was just picturing her as the babysitter in high school, a little shorter, maybe less fashionable, but still cute as all hell. It made him feel even worse about sporting wood because of her.

“Either way, lucky kids.” She smiled in response and he noticed the movie was over. “You wanna watch something else? When are Sam and Rachel due back?”

“I don’t know. We can pick out another if you want.”

“I’m alright. I like just talking with you, to be honest.”

“Me too, Sean.” She scooted closer. “I can’t be too disappointed about the mix up. You showing up turned out to be pretty great.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly regretting it.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Hmm?”

Her hand went back on his thigh and her knee was touching his. She kept her voice low, but Sean wasn’t entirely sure it was all to do with not wanting to wake the baby. “I really wanna kiss you, but I have to know, with you being a hockey player and all…are those all your real teeth?”

He had wanted to kiss her for hours, but the feeling intensified when she broke the tension between them with that question asked with amusement. He let out a low chuckle and ran his tongue across his top row of teeth. “No, not the front ones.”

“Do you always wear the false ones?”

“Usually, when I’m not playing.”

“Makes you feel more comfortable?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Hmm, I’ve never kissed a guy with fake teeth before.”

“It’s pretty much the same.”

She tilted her head and smiled, squeezed his thigh a little tighter and he thought he might burst from the pressure. “Sean…”

“I have to tell you something now, I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful and I would love to kiss you, but this feels…like I shouldn’t be doing that. I mean…you’re the babysitter.”

Layla laughed, but kept her body close to his. “Right, yeah, I think I’ve seen that porn before. But here’s the thing, I’m not babysitting your kids. I’m not even babysitting your nieces or nephews. So, why don’t we go with this being the one where I’m just a girl who really wants kiss the cute guy who bought her Chinese food and let her fall asleep on his chest, ok?”

That would work for him, too. He smiled wide, showing off his very nice, if fake, teeth. “I like that a lot better.”

His lips met hers with sweetness and he couldn’t stop his hand from coming up to stroke her neck and pull her just a little closer. His jaw dropped slightly and he pulled her fat bottom lip between his, just grazing it his tongue. Tilting his head, he pressed a few closed mouth kisses against her lips, teasing them with the tip of his tongue each time.

She let out a small sound of need and he obliged, dipping his tongue just barely inside her mouth as she opened for him and reached out her tongue to meet his. He went slow, extending his tongue just a little more each time, stroking the fire that was already smoldering between them both.

Without warning, Layla swung her leg over his thighs and straddled his lap. Immediately his hands went to her hips as her lips stayed connected to his. When he reached around to grab her ass with both hands she groaned into his mouth, writhing around on top of him and then tugging at the hair sticking out under his cap.

He took one hand off her ass and used it to toss his hat to the side. As soon as he did that, her fingers were everywhere in his hair, running backwards from his temple and then mussing the flattened locks by moving up the back of his scalp.

The pressure of her fingers brought goosebumps to his skin and he wanted her to feel it too. He slipped his hands under her t-shirt and moved them higher, grasping her ribs briefly before his palms graced the skin of her upper back as the cotton fabric bunched under her breasts.

She knew it was wrong, this was not the time or the place for this, but he felt so good, his hands so soft on her skin. Still, she had to stop this before they went too far. She broke from his kiss, hardly able to draw a breath. “Sean…I do want this, but this isn’t our house and there’s a baby upstairs and his parents are probably gonna be home soon.”

“I know, I know.” He pulled her shirt back down, but moved his face toward hers again. “We’ll keep it PG13, ok?”

“Yeah, good.”

They were back at it, both trying to rein themselves in, but both feeling like the other made that nearly impossible. He was just so sweet and adorable with how he was with Cooper. And she was just so lovely and easy to talk to. If they had been alone, at his place, at hers, this would have been over in no time. Maybe it was for the best, because he got to go slow, savor every press of her lips, every moan, every gentle sway of her hips. He had just moved to kiss her neck when they heard the front door creak open.

Layla scrambled backwards out of his lap and Sean quickly tried to fix his hair with his fingers before shoving his cap back on it and then standing as well.

Sam came around the corner first. “Hey, Layla - what? Hey, Sean.”

Sean cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jeans as if he was trying to erase the feel of her skin like Sam would be able to see it on him. “Hi, uh, how was dinner?”

Sam smiled knowingly. “It was good, but what are you still doing here? I thought you would have took off hours ago.”

“Oh, well, Layla was ordering Chinese and…you know. I love Chinese food.”

Layla interjected just as Rachel entered the room. “There’s leftovers, we had a lot. Cooper was an angel, ate like a champ, went down easy.”

Rachel looked from Layla to Sean and then to Sam who grinned. She was holding back a laugh when she said, “Right, well, thanks for watching him. Both of you.”

Layla was pulling her coat. “Anyway, I’ll get out of your way. Glad you had a good night.” She hustled past them towards the door, but Rachel called out to stop her.

“Don’t you want me to pay you?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, yes.” She tried to laugh it off and be casual, but now Sean was putting on his coat and crowding her in the small entryway, which only made her even more flustered.

Layla took the bills from Rachel and said a hasty goodbye. She heard Sean doing the same as she skipped down the front stairs. By the time she hit the sidewalk, she heard the door close and then Sean was running up beside her as she slowed to wait for him, pulling her against his body and kissing her through a laugh.

“Come to my place?”

“Mmm, yes. Text me your address. Sorry if Sam’s gonna give you shit about this, they totally knew.”

“I know, I don’t care. What’s your number?”

Numbers were exchanged, an address was texted, and they drove in separate cars to his luxurious, if small apartment in downtown Philadelphia. He got there first, parking in the garage, while Layla found street parking and then took the elevator up to this floor.

When he opened the door, he immediately grabbed and kissed her, pushing her coat off her shoulders as soon she got it unbuttoned. His coat and shoes were already off and as Layla kicked off her flats, her hands touched the skin of his sides under his shirt before he grabbed the collar of it and pulled it off.

She lost her own shirt and his hands were on her back, undoing her bra and letting it fall from her arms and then hold them chest to chest with both palms on her lower back as his teeth grazed her neck.

Layla was too interested in him to notice anything else and too overcome to form a complete thought. “Should we…where’s your…Sean…Jesus, that’s so hot.”

His tongue was fluttering across her ear and then down her neck. Her breath was hot and heavy in his ear and she grabbed at his arms. Still kissing her, he walked them backwards towards his room, pausing briefly to kiss her against the wall in the hallway.

With his tongue playing with hers, he brought his hands between them to cup her breasts. Layla became desperate, whimpering against his lips and pushing herself off the wall to force him to keep going towards the bed. God, how she needed him in bed, immediately.

They made it there, eventually. And Sean felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry about the mess, I obviously wasn’t planning on having anyone over.”

Layla was pulling down her jeans as he did the same and she just shook her head, smiling and used to being unsurprised by the state of single guy’s apartments. “I couldn’t care less, honestly.”

In nothing but boxers and panties they fell into bed together, Sean on top at first, kissing her lovely red and swollen mouth and groping every inch of her body he could reach. They tumbled around, Layla ended up on top, kissing his throat and then down his chest, until she reached his boxers sitting low on his hips.

Shifting to kneel between his thighs, she pulled the boxers off and then grabbed his cock with both hands. Sean couldn't even watch; his head lulled back and his eyes closed tightly.

“Nice, real nice, Sean. Just flawless.”

Holding him in one fist, she guided the tip between her lips as she reached her other hand higher to rest on his chest that was swelling with every strangled breath he took. Getting as much of his length in her mouth as she could handle, she worked the base of his shaft with her hand. She paused to move her mouth lower, licked every inch to get him wet and then stroked the slicked up skin with her palm as her mouth covered him again.

“Shit, Layla…please don’t stop. I’ll make it up to you.” She smiled around him and sucked on him harder, a little faster, until he was panting and his hips were shifting. A groan fell from his lips. “Oh, yeah, shit, yes. Layla…I’m gonna come.”

He put his hand on her cheek to move her away, but she grabbed it instead, squeezing their palms together as he let go in her mouth. She crawled up his body while she was still swallowing him down and while he was still trying to get his bearings back. With her thighs straddling his waist, she scratched his bearded chin.

Grunting happily he pulled her mouth towards his while clutching the side of her neck with one hand. “Mmm, thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Kissing her once more, they rotated until she was on her back with her legs still wrapped around him. Palming her knees, he pried them apart and off his body. Moving his lips back to her neck, he shifted to the left and reached down, sliding two fingers through her wet slit, telling her, “I wanna feel you come against my mouth.”

“Ugh, Sean. You don’t have to make it up to me tonight.”

“I do, though. I wanna taste you.”

Laying on his stomach he wormed his way down until his shoulders were keeping her thighs apart. He ran two fingers through her again before nestling them against her clit.

Layla was still gasping at that contact when his tongue replaced his fingers and he started lapping at the wetness that had been pooling there for hours.

“Oh, God…oh my God. Yes…”

Swirling his tongue around her entrance he came back up to circle her clit as both her hands sunk into his hair. He let her hold his head still as she bucked her hips, writhing off the bed to rub her pussy against his lips and tongue. He changed his mind about that in an instant. Letting her hold onto his hair, he pushed her thighs apart, holding her down at the hips and ravaging her pussy with his mouth.

The rough pad of his tongue slipped quickly over her hot, wet folds. With his lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue flicked out at a rapid fire pace until she was moaning uncontrollably, jerking off the bed, and then coming apart under his mouth. Still fisting her hands in his shaggy mane, she came down as he rubbed his beard along her inner thighs, nuzzling her delicate skin affectionately.

He didn’t let her speak, but covered her mouth with his, sliding his cock inside her dripping entrance as he did so. When his hips pulled back and languorously pressed against hers, he couldn’t help but to open his eyes and watch the sweetest pleasure dawn and grow on her face.

She felt him watching, opened her own eyes, and running her fingers through his hair once more she smiled at him, both of them nodding mutual agreement to statements unspoken.

Layla moaned with every stroke, licked her lips before pressing them against his throat. Sean cupped her breasts, then her shoulders, using her body to leverage the movement of his hips. Her knees fell wider apart, the pressure of his cock tensed her whole body and when he grabbed the headboard to pull his body even more furiously along and inside of hers, she nearly lost her mind.

As his pale eyes focused intently, she forced her own to stay open and fixed on his. With her hands on his lower back, she encouraged him. “Sean…just like that. I’m gonna come if you just keep doing that.”

“Mmm, what else, what else?”

Her grin was childish as she gasped. “Do that thing on my ear again.”

His mouth graced her jaw until his tongue is fluttering against her ear, mimicking his treatment of her clit. It was enough.

Squeezing his forearms that extend next to her head Layla tightened around him, her whole body feeling like it might snap in two until the electric pleasure flooded and vibrated under she skin and her muscles suddenly felt weak and useless. Still moaning, she went limp under him as two quick strokes finished him off.

Later, she was back to being snuggled against his side, her head on his chest, her eyes closed, breathing steady. He thought she was asleep when he pulled out his bridge and put in the glass on the night stand. When she sat up smiling, he looked almost embarrassed that she caught him.

The feeling passed when she cradled his face with both hands and said, “Let me see your real smile.”

His widely gapped smile made her grin like crazy. She told him, “I didn’t think it was possible, but you just got even cuter.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

She looked almost hurt. “Of course I’m not joking. Now, kiss me like that because I’m pretty sure less teeth means more tongue.” He did just that, and she was right.

The next morning, Sean made it out bed without waking her and was quietly making pancakes when his phone started going off. He silently cursed and ran to grab it from the coffee table before it could wake Layla up.

“Yeah?”

“So, how’s my babysitter this morning?”

Leave it to Sam to cut right the chase. “I wouldn’t know. You should call her and find out.”

“You are so full of shit. I saw you guys making out on the sidewalk last night. You didn’t even bother getting two houses away before you started up again. So don’t even try to tell me you went home alone.”

“Not really your business, Sam.”

A lack of denial is usually confirmation. Sam was laughing, saying, “I knew it, Rachel! Rachel, I told you so.”

“Listen…can you knock it off? It’s not like that. We like each other, this is something. It’s not -”

“Just sex, yeah, yeah, I get it. She’s great, right? I knew you guys would hit it off.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I hate to tell you this, but I didn’t forget that I asked you to watch Cooper. I wanted you to meet Layla and I knew you’d never let me set you up with her so…”

“So you tricked me?”

“Yeah, but totally worth it, eh?”

Sean turned to see Layla stumbling sleepily into the kitchen wearing a bright orange jersey with his name on the back. He flashed his toothless smile at her and told Sam, “Totally worth it.”

“You owe me big time for this. Hey, by the way, think you guys could watch Cooper again tonight?”

“I’ll get back to you. Me and your babysitter might have plans of our own.”

Sean heard Sam laugh as he hung up and pulled Layla in for a passionate kiss. Halfway through he already knew he’d have to refuse Sam, because he definitely had other plans with the babysitter that he couldn’t cancel.

Notes

Ok, I'm so mad, because I started writing these one shots as a way to have fun and pass the time, but now I'm in love with half the Flyer's roster and it's ruining my fucking life, so I hope you're all happy, I hate you, BYE!