Gareth's POV

Sadie lowered whatever book she was reading, when she heard me open the door to the bedroom. A little smirk appeared on her face when she noticed I was still favoring my injured hand.

"Alex asleep?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, Theresa's got him, said she'll watch over him for the night.

I sat down beside her, and she adjusted a small, folded, scrap of paper to place in her book, to use it as a bookmarker before she set it down on the dresser.

"How's your hand?" She asked.

"...better than it was a few days ago." I chuckled, showing it to her. "Theresa made somewhat of a makeshift splint for it."

I winced, slightly, as she brought it just a little closer to her to look it over."

"...That actually looks pretty good" She marveled. "Looks almost professional."

"Yeah….." it's greeeeatt." I remarked.

"I hope you're not fishing for an apology, Mister, cause you ain't gettin one." She smirked.

"...I mean, I wouldn't put it THAT way…."

She shook her head. "Noooot happening, not after what you put my uterus through."

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining nine months ago." I teased.

"You caught me in a moment of weakness!" She teased back.

"...that was actually quite a few moments, if I recall…" I snickered, holding air quotes up around moments.

She picked her book back up and began hitting me with it

"Ow, ow, ow!" I laughed. "I give, I give...come on, that's a hardcover!".

That evil grin of hers returned to her face, as she set it back down.. "Good!"

"Can't you just cut me a break, for once?" I whined, half seriously.

"Never!" She insisted, trying to hold back a laugh.

I sunk back into my pillow, turned over, and cried out in agony when I accidentally laid on my bad hand in a petty attempt to act like I was pouting. "FUCK! Ohhh!"

"Aww, now look what you've done, you screwed up Theresa's hard work!" She teased.

"You're mean." I teased back.

"Just shut up, and lemme see it, you big baby." She laughed

I held it out for her to examine it, once again.

"Alright, it doesn't look so bad, let me just tweek it a bit."

I winced as she put the splint back into place.

"...Alright, that, I'm sorry for." She admitted.

"Thank you…" I sighed.

"...and I was only half serious about the hand in general." She added. "I do feel bad about that."

"I know….and you're forgiven…..It's not your fault."

She nodded "You've put up with a lot these past nine months, you didn't need a broken hand on top of it."

"Well, I'll survive." I chuckled, holding up my hand. "At least I think I will."

"I think you will too." She whispered.

"Good….I'd hate for you to have to explain to Alex that his dad died of a broken hand."

We both chuckled at that for a moment.

"...You know, since you brought him up.." She said, a little more seriously. "...It wasn't Martin's place to say it, but what the hell are we gonna do with him when we go and take the church from those assholes tomorrow?"

"...Yeah..I've been thinking about that too….as much as I hated him for saying it, he's right. I don't know what we're gonna do."

"Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. We always do." She reminded me.

I nodded. "I suppose we do."

She leaned in closer and kissed me.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you more."