Three simple words

Summary: Ian Rider can't say those three words to her, because if he does enemies will know.

Jack- Ian

Jack stared at her lover and he stared back before walking into the living room and: "IAN!" was heard by eight year old Alex.

"My baby boy how are you feeling?" she heard the man say and a giggle.

= later that night=

"Alex time to go to bed its eight thirty," Jack said and thumps up the stairs could be heard, Ian smiled and jack walked in her face sad and calm.

"Ian, I love you" he tenses like always, but he looks up and nods and leaves jack on the wall leaning, no kiss like usual.

The eldest rider watched as his nephew ducked into his room with the double bed, one room jack and Ian only ever slept tighter than Ian left the room or locked it if he was home.

"Ian can you read me a poem?" a paperback book was thrown at Ian and he caught it on reflex: Without You

"I HATE being patient, but I've got more of it than anyone else I know
I HATE having to put myself aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately... this... Hate...
It sounds so weird to say it out loud... Hate... It doesn't have a nice feeling.
I HATE-
It's just not me.
It's not how I want to be.
It doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth.
It doesn't sound right swirling through my head
why is it that I find myself constantly forcing that word out of my head.
I hate that...
there it is again,
lately It creeps up on me.
I know what causes it. I'm tired.
I'm tired of being patient and putting myself second
second for you
I hate you
I don't hate you.
I hate the power you seem to have over me
I hate that I can't hate you.
I feel helpless,
the words echo through my head. They echo through the room.
The room
this room.
I hate this room.
The room you so kindly took the time to build for me.
The room in my head.
Once my sanctuary, - now my enemy.
I hate this room.
I'm forced to sit in this damp windowless room.
There is no way out. Not yet anyways.
I have to wait.
Wait - And be patient.
Wait...
for you."

The older man finishes it and the boys curled up in his side breathing in and out deeply and steadily.

"I love you my son" he says jacks eyes tear up.

"Ian I was going to tell you later on, but I am moving to America, my father had a heart attack and I need to watch over my family." Ian looked up and nodded.

"I will find a new nanny for Alex, he will be sad, but will understand"

Ian didn't seem to mind, that hurt jack more, she had heard the man tell his son that he loved him but he couldn't say it to her.

A/N: (Source: poem/without-you#ixzz3ZTUwHGq4
Family Friend Poems )