She hated feeling ordinary. She loathed having to pretend to be ordinary. And for what, her safety? Like she actually cared about her own safety. She'd risk death every day if it meant she spent them with him. It wasn't fair, he was her husband. Her old man. Who was her father to send her away. One little assassination attempt and off to Washington she goes. Her father had been sending people away for their own good for a long time. But she was the only one that always came back as soon as the latest threat was gone. The difference between her and her sister was simple. She saw Charming as her home. Clay was her father, and Gemma was the only Mother she'd ever really cared about, who'd ever given a damn about her. The only mother that made sense. She had a brother at home. Many brothers if you weren't counting blood or marriage as factors in family. She had people she actually trusted to watch her baby. Not a sister that she'd only seen in pictures for the last 10, hell maybe even 15 years.