Abby woke up when she heard Savana's voice, she peeled her eyelids open and the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. She ran out of the charity dinner and hailed the first cab she saw, she remembered begging the man at the hospital front desk to let her in to see Savana. Yes I know how late it is, yes, I understand, but its an emergency. Please. The skeptical man called up to the maternity ward and luckily for Abby, the head nurse on shift remembered her bringing Ariel and a tray of cookies and Roman had put her name down as an emergency contact. He refused to let her go up alone and forced her to wait for a security guard to escort her up to the fourth floor and to the head nurse. She was curled up in a guest chair wrapped in a hospital blanket and smelling of stale champagne. She suppressed a groan and tried to listen to her friend's whispering.

"She's fine, well, she's mostly fine. She must have come straight here. Yeah, she told me everything. Well, you know, what happened before, so yeah, she's sensitive. I'll tell her when she wakes up. Nah, I won't tell Ambrose, he won't shoot your nuts off, well, not yet anyway."

"Ow! Hey, what was that for?" Abby yelped as her cell phone bounced off her arm and landed on the floor in front of her. She bent over to pick it up and smacked her head on the side of the hospital bed. "Owwww… aww come on, enough already," she whimpered holding her head.

"Eavesdropping, so mature, Abs."

"What? You did answer my phone."

"Wade has called and texted you every hour since you fell asleep. He was worried sick."

"Good," she muttered.

"Not cool, Abs, you didn't even give anyone a chance to explain."

"What? What do you know?"

"Well, while you were snoring, Marci called too. She convinced me to talk to Wade and not that its any of my business, but you need to hear him out."

"What did he tell you?"

"Nope, its his story to tell. Just keep in mind that you aren't the only one with a crazy ex."

"You are supposed to be on my side, Sav."

"I am on your side. You freaked out and you had every right to and really only you would wind up covered in champagne like that. But, now Wade has a right to explain himself."

Abby crossed her arms and grunted.

"Abs, this is different. Wade is nothing like that spoiled little shit Alex. From the way you described it, no one was happy to see this blond mess, especially not Wade. Right?"

"Maybe," she admitted still not looking at her friend.

"He's been sitting on your couch staring at your front door waiting for you to come home all night. I heard the panic in his voice, Abs. He was thinking of all the horrible things that could happen to a woman wandering the streets of Manhattan alone late at night. Plus all the things that could only happen to you."

Abby could feel her friend giving her the mom look, she stubbornly refused to look up, "Can't I stay here? Don't you want company?"

"Oh, I do want company, but not company that smells like you smell right now."

"Ouch."

"Go home. Talk to Wade. Maybe consider showering."

"I hate you."

"You love me and you know it. Now get out of here, your stench is making me queasy."

"Fine. See ya preggo."

"Text me when you get home."

A short time later Abby was unlocking the door to her apartment, Wade jumped up and pulled her into his arms, "Abby! You are OK. Oh god, I was so worried. Eww, you stink."

She pushed him away, "Yeah, Sav said the same thing. And the cab driver insisted on opening all the windows."

"Abby…" Wade followed her to the bathroom, only to have the door slammed in his face. "Well, OK, you shower and I'll put on a pot of coffee."

About 20 minutes later Wade looked up and saw her standing in the kitchen, he was relieved to see her wearing one of his tshirts, her hair was still mostly wet and starting to curl. She couldn't be too mad at him if she was still poaching his clothes. He poured her a cup of coffee, "Have you actually listened to Manic Street Preachers yet?"

She smirked and shook her head, "But you gotta admit this shirt looks way better on me than it does on you."

"Love, everything looks better on you."

She fiddled with the necklace he bought her, another good sign, he thought, she was still wearing the necklace, "I'm assuming that since you didn't flush that necklace down the toilet, you aren't going to pour that hot coffee in my lap."

She shrugged, "Not on purpose anyway. I don't exactly have the best track record."

"Can I explain? You know, about last night?"

She nodded, "Sav says I have to hear you out."

"Well, thank god for Sav. I'm sure she appreciated your late night visit."

"She's been having trouble sleeping," Abby said with a shrug and walked over to the couch.

He followed her to the living room and sat across from her in an armchair, stretching his long legs out, almost touching hers. "So, I guess you figured out her name is Summer."

"Is that her real name?" Wade nodded, "Jeez, what is it with people? Bambi, Summer… And I thought Abigail was a crappy name. Sorry," she added sheepishly, "you should finish."

"Her parents are hippies. But anyway, we were together a long time ago. Engaged to be exact." Wade paused to give her a chance to digest what he said, her eyes widened and she waited for him to continue. "I gave her everything she ever could have wanted. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, even a car. We had this huge circus of a wedding planned. And then, well, she didn't show up."

Abby's head popped up, "What? Ow! Dammit! I should have put pants on, wow the coffee is hot." She moved her mug to the end table and grabbed a napkin to dry off the coffee that spilled on her leg while turning her attention back to Wade.

"You should never wear pants," he said with a wink, "But, yeah, I was there, all our guests were there, but she wasn't."

"Holy shit," she muttered.

"Yup. That was five years ago. Last night was the first time I saw her since two nights before the day we were supposed to be married. A few weeks after, I heard that she left the country."

"I guess she's back."

He snorted, "Apparently. And she's hunting for a new sugar daddy."

"Do you still…"

"No. Nope. Not even a little." He said cutting her off, "Harv and Marci and pretty much everyone I knew at the time, told me she was using me, that she didn't love me and that I was essentially just walking dollar signs to her. But, no, of course, I didn't want to hear it, swore we were in love."

"Why did you let her sit in your lap like that?" she blurted out, "Why! I mean… just why…."

"What was I supposed to do? Shove her away? Oh because that would have gone over well."

Abby shrugged, "I guess… but she put her glass in my mashed potatoes!"

"Actually, it was my glass, she appeared out of nowhere and took it from my hand."

"She's got nerve. And really long legs…"

Wade nodded, "She does. And?"

"If your legs are that long, why do you need to wear such high heels?"

He laughed, "You're jealous, aren't you?"

"No! Maybe a little. OK fine, yes."

"Abby, you are gorgeous and sexy and light years more intelligent than her. And you have way better boobs."

"Its always about the boobs with you, isn't it?" she asked rolling her eyes.

He nodded and winked, "Hell yes."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out. I just, well, I freaked out," she finished looking down at her lap.

"I imagine it looked pretty damned bad," he admitted.

"Marci tried to talk me into staying, so I hope you weren't too hard on her when she came back without me."

"Nah, love, Marci doesn't know that its damn near impossible to talk you into anything."

"Why didn't you tell me you were engaged?"

He sighed and raked his hand through his hair, "I don't know. I suppose I had plenty of chances to bring it up. Not very manly of me to let myself be used like that."

"Oh please, I'll bet you two looked smashing together."

"Smashing, huh?"

She grinned, "it seemed appropriate."

They sat quietly for a few minutes, before Abby finally had the nerve to ask "Do you still love me?"

"What? Abs, of course!" He put his own coffee down next to hers and moved to sit next to her. He placed both his hands on her face, making her look him in the eyes, "Abigail DiNardo, I love you more than anything. You are the most important person in my life."

Her eyes welled up with tears, "I love you too Wade Barrett, even if you are an evil British villain."

He barked out a laugh, "Why must us Brits always be labelled the villains?"

"Well, I mean, its the accent, and let's be honest, the Jag that seals the image for you."

"Is that bad? I'll get rid of it. What should I get instead? A beemer? Lexus? I know, a Chevy!"

"Oh stop it, I love that car almost as much as you do. And I do love having my own villain."

He cupped the back of her head and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap and kissing her lips, gently at first, until she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against him. He growled and nibbled at her bottom lip, "Now, why don't you tell me exactly what you've got on under my favorite tshirt?"

She shrugged and kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, "Maybe you should find out for yourself."

His big hands were under her shirt and traveling up her back in less than a second, "No bra, I like that," he murmured, then his hands went down, "but undies, nah, I don't like that."

She smirked and copied him, putting her hands under his shirt and pushing it up, "nah, I don't like your shirt."

He pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor, "anything for you."

She pressed her lips against his and let her hands roam across his chest and shoulders, her fingers dusting across his muscles. He groaned and gripped her hips pressing her down against his hardness, she she moaned softly and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, sliding her tongue in his mouth.

He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest thru the fabric of the tshirt, as sexy as she looked in his shirt grinding against him, he had to get his mouth on her boobs. He leaned back on the couch and pulled her into him, his hands under her shirt and their lips still locked. When he couldn't wait any longer, he pulled the back of her shirt up to her shoulders and broke the kiss, "sorry love, but there's something I just have to do."

Her shirt was gone and he cupped both her breasts in his big strong hands, his eyes darkened with lust as he kneaded at her soft flesh. She moaned and rolled her hips against his still clothed groin, her juices soaking her cotton panties. He licked his lips and twirled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger before lowering his head and pulling one hard little nub between his lips. She gasped and moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair as he sucked and licked her tit. He pulled her nipple gently between his teeth before releasing it and moving his attention to the other one, sucking harder the louder she moaned. "Wade, oh god," she breathed looking down at him, his mouth wrapped around one boob and his hand kneading the other.

He twirled his tongue around her nipple and licked his way up to her neck while his hands caressed her stomach and back before tugging at her panties. "Off," he growled, his mouth next to her ear.

She shivered and shifted off his lap, pushing her hand down the waistband of his pants and wrapping her hand around his cock. She stroked him slowly, smirking as he groaned and let his head fall back against the couch. She swiped her thumb over the head smearing the precum, "you first big man."

He raised his hips and pushed his pants down to his knees, she kneeled next to him and pushed them down to his ankles and let him step out of them. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips before grasping the base of his dick and lowering her head. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked eagerly savoring the surprised gasp and deep moans that escaped his throat. She bobbed her head taking more of his length into her mouth each time she went down. He growled her name and wrapped one hand in her hair, while the other one slipped behind her and between her thighs. She spread her legs and whimpered as he pet the wet fabric of her panties. He pushed them aside and thrust two long fingers inside her, "Abby, Abby, so wet, God love, so wet," he murmured thrusting in and out of her core. She moaned around his cock, as she rocked her hips back against his hand.

"Shit, Abs, stop," he gasped. She wiggled her hips and slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, stopping to suck the head one last time.

He pulled her panties down and moved her back to his lap. "Jesus Abby," he said kissing her neck and gripping her hips.

He broke the kiss and raised her hips off his lap, she quickly grabbed his cock and positioned herself above him, they locked eyes and he nodded at her "please," he whispered.

She lowered herself down, his hard length stretching her. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly, letting her hands travel slowly up his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles, his light chest hair tickling her fingertips. He moaned and held her head in both hands, peppering kisses across her cheeks and forehead before locking his lips onto hers and thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She groped at his shoulders, dragging her nails across the hard lines of his body while raising her hips slowly and slamming herself back down onto his lap. Their lips still locked in a sloppy kiss, both of them gasping and panting. He broke the kiss and took a deep breath before returning his attention to her breasts, kneading and licking and sucking her already hard nipples, she arched her back and pressed her chest against his mouth and dragging her nails down his back. He raised his hips to meet her thrusts making her cry out every time their bodies slammed together.

"Wade," she gasped as she ran her fingers through his hair, "Yessss."

He released her nipple and trailed kisses up her chest and sucked at her neck, his hands roaming her soft body. She whimpered his name as she rode him faster and harder, her walls starting to flutter around his hardness. "Yes, Abby, god, I love you."

She kissed him, draping her arms around his shoulders, raising and lowering her hips faster and faster, the wetter she got, the faster she slammed herself onto his cock. He pressed his forehead against hers, "Abby, my love, come for me."

He gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him as he raised his hips, pistoning his dick deeper into her silky wet core. She moaned and buried her face into his neck, digging her nails into his back, riding him as fast as she could, her body shaking and soft whimpers escaping from her lips. His big hands roamed up her back and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her body as close to him as he could. He felt her body stiffen in his arms before she cried out, her walls spasming around him. He thrust up into her hard and fast and growled her name as he reached his own release, coming deep inside her.

They sat like that, still panting, clutching each other, her head resting on his shoulder. "Abby, I love you. I don't know how to explain how much I love you."

She looked into his eyes and smiled, "You don't have to, I know, Wade."

He kissed her lips softly, "I love you too Wade," she whispered against his lips.

"Forever, Abs, I will love you forever."