A/N: Sorry that it's been taking me so long to update. I just need a lot of motivation. That plus the other stories in my head that I anticipate writing. Thank you to all the people on Twitter who got me out of my writers block. Anyway, as always, please don't for get to Read & Review. Remember, the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. Please enjoy!

Still staring out at the window, Paul wasn't sure what he should do. Should he go out to the backyard and try to comfort his emotionally unstable wife or should he go confront the source of her pain? Judging by the lack of movement on Stephanie's part, he had better make a decision, and fast.

Rushing out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the front door, Paul caught up with Shane and grabbed his arm. Turning him around violently, Paul gave him a death glare. Shane returned the glare as a thick tension began to fill the air. It remained like this until Paul began to speak.

"Who do you think you are, talking to my wife like that?!" growled Paul.

Shane kept his glare focused on Paul, "First of all, Stephanie is my sister and I'll talk to her how I please. Secondly, I don't know what you're talking about."

He shoved passed Paul and made his way over to his car that was parked in the driveway.

Paul caught his arm again, "I wasn't done! Don't act like you didn't do anything to her. I saw the whole thing through the bedroom window," he pointed to the backyard, "You're baby sister is suffering because of you! Why do you have to hurt her so much?!"

"Look, I don't have to answer to you," Shane said turning around and opening his car door.

Paul had had just enough of Shane and his attitude. Grabbing Shane yet again, he jerked his body around so that he was facing him. Wasting no time, Paul reared back his fist and hit Shane square in the jaw, sending the man onto the concrete.

Suddenly, a brawl broke out between the two men, causing a ruckus so loud that Stephanie could hear it. Picking herself off from the ground, dusting herself off, and wiping the tears from her face, she headed toward the front of the house to see what was going on. Reaching the driveway, she was shocked to see both her brother and husband physically fighting. Thinking quick, she ran over and get between the two of them.

"STOP!" she yelled, separating them with her hands.

Satisfied that both men had listened to her, Stephanie grabbed Paul's hand and was trying to coax him back into the house.

"Come on, Paul. Let him leave," she looked back at a bruised and bloody Shane, "he's not worth it."

Paul could still see the hurt in her eyes when she looked back at him. He followed her into their home, sat down in the living room and observed her as she walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains, and watched as the man she called "brother" get in his car and drive away.

Stephanie turned back to Paul and scanned his body for injures. She noticed a small cut under his eye where Shane must have tagged him during their fight. She quickly went into the bathroom and got the first aid kit. Coming back into the living room, Stephanie noticed that her youngest daughter had come down from her room.

"Why does daddy have a boo boo?" Vaughn asked her mother.

"Well, sweetie, Uncle Shane and daddy were just wrestling and daddy accidentally got hurt." said Stephanie, not wanting to scar her daughter with the truth.

Stephanie got some peroxide and a cotton ball out of the kit. She brought the soaked cotton ball toward Paul's face.

"Ow"

"I haven't touched you yet," said Stephanie with a small smile.

Vaughn grabbed her dad's hand, "It's okay, daddy. Mommy always puts that stuff on Murphy's boo boo's and she says that it don't hurt."

Stephanie proceeded to clean the cut of her husband's face and send their daughter back upstairs to play with her sisters.

"Now, do you want to tell me why you where beating Shane into the ground?" asked Stephanie.

Paul looked up at her with apparent anger written on his face, "I didn't like the way he was treating you."

Stephanie signed, "Honey, this isn't the first time Shane and I have been in an argument and I doubt it will be the last. We get on each other's nerves. It's kind of our jobs."

Paul chuckled, "That doesn't mean that he had the right to do that. My sister and I used to fight all the time, but I never got in her face and left her in a fit of sobs."

There was a short silence.

"I'm not afraid of him, you know. He has nothing to threaten me with and if he wants a fight, I won't back down, I'll hold my ground."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want you to get hurt. If he wanted to, he could easily overpower you," sighed Paul, walking over to the window, looking out at the front lawn, trying to collect his thoughts.

Stephanie walked up and embraced him from behind, snuggling into his back. Paul knew that if anything would ever happen to her, it would be the death of him. She's his everything and he couldn't go on living with himself if someone physically harmed her. Only time would tell if that fateful day would come where Shane decided to get physical with Stephanie. All Paul knew that if or when that day happened, he would be there and ready to step in to protect her.