'We are the one true hope'

Tyson's finale show came and I have to admit, it was his best acting yet. His second show was still amazing but he looked tired, both him and Chantelle looked wrecked.

"Should I dress up?" I call to Tyson as I straighten my hair in his bathroom.

"Just wear whatever you will feel comfortable in," he calls back.

I am nervous about the dinner with his parents, but Tyson's bubbly mood keeps me excited.

I was still angry that Ace made Tyson drive ten hours for no reason, but I did like him doing that over beating someone up, it definitely took less of a mental toll on him. I also hate that I wouldn't have him tomorrow night, he told me of their club meeting and that he needs to go. So tonight would have to be ours.

Tyson comes up behind me, encircling his arms around my waist and burying his head into my neck. He kisses my skin softly; I watch him in the mirror and fight my whole body not to ignite. It's impossible though. "Tyson..."

"Mmm?" He continues his kissing down to my shoulder.

"We cannot be late for my first dinner with your parents," I attempt to say firmly, but I tilt my head for him to come back up.

"What if I promise to be quick?" His mouth smiles on my neck and I smile with him. He is already sliding my panties down, and I make no effort to stop him. "I want you to watch me fuck you," his eyes hold mine through the mirror and I bite my lip.

Then he slowly moves a finger inside me, my eyes flutter and I let out a small moan. Then he adds another finger and I grip the counter tighter. "Look how fucking sexy you are," he says as he watches my soft moans in the mirror. I don't watch me though, only his reactions to me; and his look alone is enough to make my knees feel weak.

He takes his fingers out and slides them down my throat, I suck on them greedily. This has got to be the hottest thing I have ever been apart of. He smiles sexily. His eyes holding this look that says I'm being naughty and that he loves it.

Then he pushes inside me and I lean my body over for more support, but he pulls my head up by my hair. "I want you to watch," he says with a groan.

My teeth sink back into my lip as he keeps a fistful of my hair in his hands, and continues to pump quickly into me. "Tyson!" I moan loudly, his pace doesn't falter as he fucks me senseless.

"Where do you want my cum Bella?"

"Inside me," I breathe.

He thrusts a few more times before groaning loudly, losing the grip on my hair to sink both of his hands into my thighs. Then he turns me around to hold me, both of our chests rising and falling together. "I can't wait to do that again after dinner," he says as he strokes softly down my back.

"Mmm," I agree contently.

I clean myself up and then decide on a pair of jeans with a flowy green coloured shirt.

"You are perfect," Tyson says as he hands me my helmet. I love everything about his motorbike now, all the fear has diminished; leaving only an adrenalin that starts at the tips of my fingers and moves down to my legs.

The ride to his parents doesn't take long, but I can tell he is still sore from the other night. Every stop light we pull up to, he stretches his neck and arms before taking off again.

Even though I know he is exhausted, he is on such a high from his final show, and his happiness is contagious.

Tyson knocks before just entering and I follow behind him. He links his hand with mine to keep me calm and the kind gesture melts me. "Mum?" He calls.

"Kitchen!"

The house is large and modern with a seventy's vibe. Oddly enough, it feels really homey, even though it isn't my style. "Bella! It's great to see you again," Emily rounds the kitchen bench and takes me in her arms. Then she moves to Tyson, caressing his cheek before embracing him.

"I'm going to give Bella a tour," Tyson says with a bright smile.

"Okay darling, dinner is ten minutes away."

Tyson leads me up stairs and down the end of the hall, slowly he opens a door. "This is my room," he says and I step in cautiously. "My parents are continuously changing everything in this house but my room is the one thing that stays constant. It's the same from when I moved out."

I take in the deep blue sheets and dark desk. There is one picture of him with his parents wedged in the screen of his computer. A book shelf and a dresser, but other than that it is pretty minimal. "You seem so close with them?" I ask knowing that he will sense me digging, but he told me there are no limits. My past and his past should be on the table for both of us.

"Not at the start, but they became everything I wanted as a kid." Even though this is his room; he seems slightly uncomfortable. I knew that was just my questioning though.

I walk to the bookshelf, taking in the different kinds of poetry. I pick up a medal and turn it over. '1st place under fives' There is a raised motorbike on the front. I place the medal back down and then move to a small wooden bear only a couple inches big. "Bears protect and bring luck," Tyson says.

"He looks worn," I mention.

"My mum gave him to me when I was little," it is the first time he has mentioned his biological mother to me.

"What was her name?" I ask calmly.

"Scarlet," he says warmly, meaning he must love her surely.

"Pretty," I say as I move on to the last item. A gold necklace with a small gold pendant, there is a blue opal in the middle. "These are the only items of your old life?" I ask sadly.

He nods his head and then coughs. "And a picture, it's downstairs though."

"Why don't you take them with you?"

He shrugs, "this is my safe place, I want my old stuff with my parents." I move into his arms and hold him, realising this is the most I have seen into his old life. "Come on, dinner will be ready," he says as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead.

We head back downstairs to see Charlie and Emily placing the food on the dining table. "Dad," Tyson says before giving him a hug.

"Hi Bella," he then gives me a quick hug.

As we sit down and food begins to be passed around, I try to picture this happening for the first time when Tyson was sixteen. It must have been an awkward dinner, but now; it's like they all move as one. I feel a pang of guilt when I think about my own parents. The parents that had given me everything and I had distanced myself over my own mistakes.

"Your last show was your best yet darling," Emily says with a bright smile.

Charlie nods. "Your mum was crying but I stayed strong for the both of us."

Emily rolls her eyes and Tyson smiles, and I guess that it must have been the other way around.

"I actually have some news that I wanted to share with you all..." Tyson begins with anticipation. "An agent approached me tonight."

Emily gasps and Charlie drops his fork. "Tyson are you serious!?" Emily gets up and makes her way to her son, kissing his head before giving him a hug.

"Fantastic news! Although anyone would be stupid not to want you," Charlie says.

I reach for his hand under the table. "I'm so proud of you," I say too quietly but Tyson registers what I say and squeezes my hand. He can see the emotion in my eyes, and I can tell he is fighting back tears as I try to control mine.

He deserved this now more than ever.

After dinner Emily asks if I wanted a cup of tea or coffee and after telling her how I like my coffee, Tyson leads me out the back with his little leather book. The garden is beautiful and the fairy lights are so inviting that it would make you want to spend every summer night out here.

"What are we doing?" I whisper.

"A family tradition," Tyson answers.

"Should I really be here for that?" I ask nervously.

"Yes," he says simply. But it wasn't simple, the word came from his core. Almost like he was saying I am his family too.

Charlie and Emily come back out with our mugs of coffee. Then Tyson sits in a large armchair and pulls me on his lap. Emily and Charlie sit opposite us on a bench, before Charlie grabs a book on the table beside him.

'Perhaps we only leave

So we may once again arrive,

To get a bird's eye view

Of what it means to be alive.

For there is beauty in returning.

Oh how wonderful, how strange,

To see that everything is different

But know it's only you who's changed.'

Tyson smiles and shakes his head. "Always with the classics dad."

"Hemingway?" I ask hesitantly.

Charlie's eyes light up. "You read poetry?" He asks and I feel my cheeks go warm.

"I just remember that from school, I don't read poetry...but I hear it all the time now," I shyly look back to Tyson who kisses my cheek softly. He then opens his leather book and reads out poetry that he has written down. Emily finishes her tea and rests her head in Charlie's lap, and listens as Tyson and Charlie take in turns reading different poems.

As the coffees are drunk, and Charlie's cigarettes are smoked, and as the most beautiful words fill the still night air; I find myself wanting nothing more than to be part of this family.