Johns POV

"Right everyone. Anymore eggs? Beans? Bacon? Last call" Nancy fussed about the table, cleaning up spills, as Barbara and Olivia made breakfast.

I looked at the clock- 10.30am "I'll go check Sam, coming kids?" They stood quickly and hurried in front of me.

We opened the door and peeked in, Sam was stretching slowly like she had just stirred and was squinting at the bright light flooding through her window. "Hello there, my family!" Sean and I followed Jas and Stephen and we all sat along the bed, me and Sean on the far end. I felt the interloper not family "John? You two too!- look at you all, I love you heaps" She hugged Sean and Stephen as Jas climbed in the bed, Magic lay running her fingers through my hair.

"I'm starved" she pouted when I sat back up, her eyes smiling as she began searching for breakfast in bed.

"Well.... get your lazy bones outta bed!" The kids tore the sheets off her and she quickly checked her attire, smiling at the horsey pj's I had found in a draw.

I picked her up shoving her over my shoulder and she screeched and squawked for me to put her down. The kids ran through the house to the kitchen like a herd of elephants, us following behind a tad quieter, Sam beating on my back.

"Alright John we know you can carry her. You carried her up from the yards yesterday" Linda poked my chest with her finger, bloody rough too.

"I forgot about that" Sam said she was still upside down her hair hitting Richie as I swung her round. "Morning Rich! Put me down you brute!" She whacked my backside.

"Hey hands off the talent luv" I smiled at the kids as they lifted up their mums hair and waved at her.

"Put her down lad, she will be ill" Nancy spoke and I obeyed. Setting Sam a bit roughly at my feet she nearly collapsed, her foot was still sore and red.

"Ouch" Sam hobbled to the chair, her mum grabbing ice and setting it on the swelling.

"This should have been done yesterday" she chided Sam.

"I was asleep mum"

"Well the lad should have done it. Men... don't leave them in charge of a bag of rice"

The kitchen was clear now, everyone vacating so Sam could have her breakfast in some sort of peace. "John, get her a cuppa love and I'll sort some eggs"

The food was laid in front of Sam and she shovelled it down "What?"she said with a huge mouthful of scrambled eggs.

You've hungry" I stated. She just gave me a look.

"When did you last eat, Samantha?" Nancy asked from stacking the condiments back in the fridge.

"Mmmhm breakfast yesterday. So good mum, your scrambled eggs are heaven"

Nancy tutted.

"Well, where's my tea woman!" Sam's dad stomped into the kitchen, none of the past twenty-four four hours seemed to have bother him.

"Well good morning to you too. 10.30- a personal record!" Nancy smiled at him.

"It's not 10.30 surely; I have to do the water"

"It's done"

"How?"

"I went with the lads and they helped me sort it all out, right John"

"Yes, was a pleasure"

"Pleasure- boy? Who are you??? Where's he come from. Not more overseas backpackers, they don't work Nancy. How many times have I told you"

"Dad" her dad turned to Sam "Hi, I'm your daughter and this is my boyfriend" I poked my tongue out at her. Boyfriend was so seventeen. She smiled sweetly and winked "John"

Her dad rounded on me, I did actually feel swventeen again.. with the whole 'dads death stare' going on.

Shit!

"Hmmm do I know you? You seem familiar"

"Never had the pleasure to meet you before yesterday, sir, when we helped you into the house"

"No, No, I've seen your face somewhere...."

Nancy walked in and slipped the Help! Album cover under dads nose, Sam giggled and, just as it register on his face, Paul, George and Rich walked in squabbling and laughing about something or other.

"She brought four males home with her! The ones from her wall. Him!" He pointed a waggly finger at Richie. Rich did his usual head spin, with a 'what did I do' look, pointing at himself.

Sam fell on the floor in a fit of giggles it was cute but her dad, boy he was a dad alright.

"Samantha!! One at a time luv, how many times have I had this talk with you lass!!" My face dropped and the lads started laughing all over again.

Dad swung round and glared at me, I visibly gulped. Then he said with a straight face and no malice what so ever......"Nice to meet you, John, I'm Martin" And there it was, I was snookered yet again!

He slapped my back hard and I held my chest, I wasn't seventeen, I was more like fourteen.....

"Dad that was very nasty but very hilarious just the same. You should do acting"

"Why thank-you my precious, where's me hug?" Sam wrapped her arms around his big frame and hugged him to her tightly. "I still don't believe it's the lot of them though! International global mega mops in my kitchen."

"Paul" Sam's dad stood slowly and shook everyone's hand one at a time, except mine "Ringo or Richard as Nanc so fondly refers. Your bloody face has been spread over my dining table the whole week. George gidday mate"

Sam's dad sat back down, giving me 'the death stare' again.

"Now................................... John, what are your intentions!?" I baulked and Martin patted my back gentler this time, letting me know it was another 'joke'. Mister Barton clapped his hands together then stood up.

"Now I hear there are some lovely ladies here to meet, and lots of children too, so what are you waiting for? Lead the way! Chop chop!"