Ariel and Abby just finished cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor when Roman came home. "Where's my little princess?" he called from the front door.

"DADDY!" she cried as she ran across the house to reach him.

Abby grabbed some ice from the freezer for her arm and met Roman and Ariel in the living room. "How's Sav feeling today?"

"What happened to your arm?"

"Nothing," Abby said.

"Aunt Abby burned herself," Ariel said immediately.

"Its no big deal, its nothing, really. Thanks a lot kiddo."

Ariel shrugged and Roman chuckled, "Hey kiddo, go pack up some toys and some pajamas, you are going to have a sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa."

"Yay!" she said jumping up and down and clapping her hands before racing upstairs to her room.

"Abs, go home, get some rest. Sav's mom is going to stay with her this weekend. My mom is going to take Ariel and I am going to sleep."

"Roman, you don't have to…"

"I told Dani and Dean the same thing, everyone needs a weekend off. You guys have been amazing since Sav found out she had to stay in the hospital until the baby is born. But you are running yourselves ragged."

"Ro, its really not a big deal. There's no difference between watching your TV and watching mine."

He rolled his eyes, "How did you burn yourself?"

She looked down at ice melting on her arm, "Well…." Roman glared at her, "OK, ok, I was boiling water for hot chocolate."

"Abs, even for you, that's a bit much. You need to rest."

Before she could protest, the doorbell rang and Roman opened it to find Wade standing outside, "Perfect, your ride is here."

"Fine, let me go pack up my stuff."

The two men struggled not to laugh as they watched Abby huff away. As soon as she was gone Wade looked at his new buddy, "Ro, man, you hanging in ok?"

"Not really, I'm scared and tired and I just had to give everyone a break."

"I get it man, Abby put up a fight huh?"

"Of course. Listen, keep an eye on her, she burned herself boiling water for hot chocolate."

Wade shook his head, "That's my Abby. I love that woman."

Roman turned serious, "Do you really?"

"Hell yeah, of course I do. Why are you even asking that?"

"Put your money where your mouth is, let her know you aren't going anywhere. I know you worship her, but if you don't plan on being her forever, then let her go now."

Wade was stunned, he ran his hands through his hair making it stick up, "Look, man, Roman, I'm not you. I'm not Mr. Family Man. I'm not stable and chill and the big protector."

"Ok, first of all, you don't have to be me. Look at Ambrose man, who knew he'd be such a great husband and father? He's quirky as fuck but it works for him and Dani. And you are certainly the big stable protector."

Wade opened his mouth to reply when Abby came back with her overnight bag tossed over her shoulder. "Let me take that, love. And show me the burn."

Abby rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, its not that bad, you guys are acting like I've never hurt myself before." She stomped past them and climbed in the Jag and crossed her arms across her chest. "Well? Are we going or what?"

Roman just laughed, "Good luck bro."

"And I thought your kid would be the difficult one."

Abby wanted to go back to her place, so after checking in with Marci to see how Harv was doing, he drove back to the city with Abby sleeping in the passenger seat next to him. The conversation with Roman was still bouncing around in his head, was he right? Should he be considering marriage? After what Abby's jackass ex did to her, would she even want to try again? But if that's what she wanted, a ring, a wedding, anything to keep her by his side.

As soon as they got up to Abby's penthouse and finished unpacking she high tailed it to the kitchen, "I need to make cupcakes." She muttered.

"Rest, Abby, some wine, a movie, not baking, rest."

"I promised Ariel. They didn't have cupcake wrappers so I promised her I would make them as soon as I got back to my place. And here I am back at my place."

Wade sighed and went to check out the wine situation, he wasn't going to argue with her. He frowned, they only had half a bottle of chianti left, that was only enough for two glasses. Well, it would have to do. He grabbed two of Abby's fancy wine glasses and drained the bottle. He turned around to hand her one and she crashed into him with a box of flour knocking both glasses out of his hands. The flour puffed into the air and fell all over his chest and coated the floor, including the two shattered glasses and a puddle of red wine.

"Abby!"

"Oh my god, that's all my flour."

"Flour? You are worried about the flour?" he said his voice rising drastically, "That was the last of the wine. I've been looking forward to a glass of wine all day. And you are worried about flour."

"Yes! Flour! That's what I'm worried about."

"Go sit down and I'll clean this up."

"No, I'll do it, I'll clean it up and I'll run down to the corner store and I'll get flour and wine."

"That place doesn't have wine," he said through gritted teeth.

"Then I'll get beer!" she shouted throwing her hands up in the air.

"No. You aren't going anywhere."

"Excuse me? Look, I need to make these cupcakes. So move out of the way and let me get the mop."

"Abby!" he yelled again, "Go sit down in the living room."

She glared at him, "Don't…"

"Abby, you aren't wearing shoes and there is glass on the floor. Get out of the kitchen now."

She looked down at her bare feet covered in flour and rolled her eyes before stomping out of the kitchen and throwing herself on the couch.

Wade just stared at the kitchen floor for a few minutes trying to figure out how to even begin cleaning it up, wine, flour and broken glass. Of all the women to fall in love with, he picked the clumsiest woman on the East coast.

It took him half an hour to clean up the floor, when walked into the living room, he found Abby sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and her head down. "Abby…"

"Go away."

"Abs, its gonna be ok, look, we are both stressed and tired and it was an accident, ok?"

"You are lying. Its not going to be ok, how can you even pretend to know that everything is going to turn out fine?"

He sat down on the edge of the couch and sighed, she was right, of course he had no idea how things would turn out with Savanah and the baby or with Harvey. "Maybe if I say it out loud, that will make it true," he said. Abby just huffed, still not picking up her head, he looked over at her and noticed the blood on her foot, "Abs, your foot is bleeding. Let me take a look at it."

"Oh shit," she muttered jumping up and hopping to the bathroom, trying not to get blood on the floor.

Wade followed her, "Let me look at it, you could have glass in it."

"I got it. I can take care of myself. I don't need a chauffeur or a babysitter or an EMT." She sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled out her first aid kit and washed off her foot before pressing against the skin to see if there was any glass in it.

"Abby, let me make sure there's no glass in there," he pleaded.

"Listen, I know what I'm doing. I took care of myself before you came along and I'll continue taking care of myself after you are gone," she snapped drying off her foot and applying Neosporin.

Wade gasped, "After I'm gone? Abby? What are you saying?"

She looked up at him and instantly regretted her little tantrum, his eyes were wide and his forehead all scrunched up with worry, he tugged at his beard with one hand, "Where am I going?"

"Wade. No. That's not what I meant…"

"You don't think I'm going to stick around? You think you are just another girlfriend?"

"I don't know," she shrugged and looked back at her foot, she selected a bandage and covered it.

"Look, OK, look, Abby, I know, I've had lots of flings and no one thinks I'm capable of settling down. But, I love you, Abby. I don't want to go anywhere unless its with you."

"Really?"

"Really," he scooped her up and carried her back to the living room.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes she looked up at him, "Today fucking sucked."

He barked out a laugh, "Tell me about it!"

"First I burned myself on the tea kettle, then I was terrified I was going to burn Ariel too, then my best friend's husband kicks me out of his house and tells me that I can't go visit my best friend in the hospital. He sends my boyfriend to come pick me up, but my boyfriend has been in the hospital with his brother all week. And then I spill all of my flour, two glasses of wine, shatter my favorite wine glasses and cut my foot open. And, this is the kicker," she said jabbing her finger in his chest, "my fucking boyfriend yelled at me."

He hung his head, "I am truly sorry for yelling at you, love."

"I know. Was that really the last of the wine?"

He nodded, "it was. Were you really going to make cupcakes at 10:00 at night?"

She nodded, "maybe it wasn't one of my better ideas."

"No, maybe it wasn't. Is there anything left in the kitchen we can eat without you hurting yourself or making a mess?"

"I think I have microwave popcorn. And a bottle of soda."

"I'll make the popcorn. And I'll pour the soda into plastic cups," he got up from the couch and stretched before walking to the kitchen.

"You aren't funny."

"Abby, I love you with all my heart, but I really don't want you to spill anything else on me tonight, I am running out of clean shirts."

She snorted, "I guess I love you too."

"Not exactly the heart felt declaration of love I was hoping for, but I guess I'll take what I can get," he said hitting the popcorn button on the microwave.