Happy Saturday! I hope you all are having a great weekend so far! Here is chapter 7, I hope you all enjoy it...there is a little bit of everything going on.

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...I only own Lucy and the guards.

Enjoy!


Lucy POV

The following morning, I wake up feeling very warm. I open my eyes and come face to face with Drew's chest. Everything from the night before…or well the middle of the night, comes rushing back to me.

I smile when I remember I finally had the courage to kiss Drew after he comforted me from my nightmare about my father, even after I woke him up because of it. He was so caring and understanding and genuinely cared that I was so afraid. Drew was so attentive when he held me as I tried to calm down.

I turn red though, when I remember Drew kissing me again, only he increased the passion of our kiss. While it was nice and I enjoyed it, it became too much for me.

I pull back slightly to find that Drew is still asleep and here like he promised he would be. I take the chance to really look at him and I learn to realize how truly beautiful he really is. Perfect even. And he wants to be with me. I will still never understand why he does. Surely, I won't make a very good companion for him. I feel I'd be a nuisance more than anything.

I'm pulled out of thoughts when Drew shifts a little and the movement causes a piece of hair to fall into his face. I reach out and carefully push it out of the way. I can't help but smile with just looking at him. "I just still don't understand, out of everyone in this world, that you want to be with me. I don't know how I got so lucky for you to choose me, but I will forever be grateful. I'll try my best to make you happy; I just hope that I can succeed in doing so," I whisper quietly to Drew as I continue to admire how beautiful he is. "You are so handsome. I don't know if I will ever be able to get use to that," I continue quietly and play with some of his hair that lay on his shoulder, being careful not to wake him.

"Now you know how I feel about you," Drew grumbles with a smile and I squeak out in fright, snatching my hand back and away from Drew's face. "I didn't tell you, you could stop. I was actually quite enjoying feeling you touch my hair," he opens his eyes and frowns playfully at me. Reaching for my hand that was just previously playing with his hair, Drew links our fingers.

"You scared the bloody hell out of me," I scold Drew, removing his hold on my hand to lightly swat at his shoulder before reclaiming his hand. Drew laughs at my expense and releases my hand, only to reach for my waist so he can pull me closer to him. For the first time, outside of Drew comforting me, I willingly allow him to pull me closer to his solid frame.

"So feisty…I love it," Drew grins at me through the small distance that sit between our faces.

I try to hide my smirk by biting my lip, but I am unsuccessful. "You haven't seen feisty, McIntyre," I tell Drew, reaching out to play with his hair again and I run my fingers through his soft strands. I am so focused on my task, that I don't realize that Drew has been staring so intently at me this entire time.

"What?" I ask him, almost afraid to hear what he has to say. Drew just continues to stare at me with a smile and shakes his head as he, himself, reaches out to play with my hair, tucking some of it behind my ear.

"You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you Lucy?" Drew asks me.

I grab the hand that is playing with my hair, holding it in place. I turn my head to press a kiss to his palm before returning my attention to him. The smile has yet to leave his gorgeous face, "I think I'm beginning to understand," I say with a smile, "thanks to you," I add in a whisper and I lean in to press a kiss to Drew's lips.

He doesn't hesitate to return my kiss, that it gives me the courage to frame the side of Drew's face, threading my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck as I continue to kiss him.

Pulling me flush against his body, Drew gently holds me in place as he deepens the kiss, "is this alright?" He breathes against my mouth, halting any further pursuant until he gets my permission, to which I give him.

"Yes," I breathe against his own mouth, nodding my head subtly. Drew reclaims my mouth and threads his fingers through my hair as the kiss becomes more heated. I take the initiative to deepen the kiss and when Drew swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, I moan into his mouth.

Drew breaks the kiss and begins to pant, "do you want me to stop?" He breathes, looking into my eyes. My chest heaves as I catch my breath and I shake my head.

"N–no, but I'm not ready for whatever it was you just did with your tongue," I tell Drew and he nods his head, pulling my mouth back onto his.

Drew pushes me onto my back and hovers halfway over my tiny frame, but none of his weight is put on me. All of a sudden, Drew slows down the kiss, making it become soft and sweet. Almost like he is trying to cherish this moment. "You are so beautiful, Lucy," Drew whispers to me, lightly skimming his knuckles along the side of my face, "you make me so happy," he tells me and leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips.

"I'm happy with you, too," I whisper and frame the side of Drew's face with my small hand and caress his beard as I smile up at him.

"You don't know what it means to me to hear you say that, Lucy. That's all I want is for you to be happy. And I'm glad it's with me," Drew replies with a smile of his own and he becomes quiet for a few moments.

"What is it, Drew?" I ask him, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as I wait for him to respond.

Drew sighs and closes his eyes before reopening them to look down at me. "I want to try something, if you're alright with it. If you don't like it, I'll stop immediately," he proposes to me and I look up at him with anxious eyes before subtly nodding my head.

"O–okay," I whisper and Drew smiles gently down at me before claiming my mouth with his own. Drew keeps the kiss going until breaking it and continues to kiss along my jaw, down to my neck, where he seems to keep his focus.

I can feel his tongue caress my skin as he continues to assault my neck with his lips. Finding a sensitive spot on my neck, Drew grins when it pulls a gasp from my lips. "Oh god," I breathe and grip onto the back of Drew's head, holding him in place. "That feels amazing. Can–can you do that to the other side of my neck?" I ask in a breathy whisper.

"Yes ma'am," Drew replies and drags his lips across my throat, stops to press a soft kiss there before making his way to the other side of my neck and begins his assault on the skin there.

The feeling Drew's mouth on my neck is just as magical as it is to actually kiss him. "Drew, that feels so good. God, don't stop," I moan quietly, holding him in place.

Smiling against my neck, Drew takes his tongue and traces my pulse point, "I'm glad you like this, love. At least now I know one way to make you feel good," Drew whispers against my skin.

"Don't go getting all cocky on me now," I breathe.

We are so into what we are doing, that Drew and I don't hear when someone enters his tent.

"Hey Drew, have you…oh shit…I am so sorry," Randy says, after barging into Drew's tent and I push Drew off of me and cover myself up, embarrassed at being caught in such a promiscuous position. I look over at Randy and his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as his eyes flit back and forth between me and Drew.

"Jesus Christ, Orton. What do you want? Get out" Drew growls, looking at Randy with pissed eyes.

"Shit…I'm just gonna…go…leave you guys be. I am so sorry, Miss Lucy," Randy says, embarrassed at what he walked in on and quickly hurries out of the tent.

"Shit, Lucy. I am so sorry. He usually never does that…are you alright?" Drew asks, looking over at me from his spot on the bed that I pushed him to.

I look over at Drew mortified, but I nod my head regardless, "y–yes, I'm fine. Just extremely embarrassed at being caught like that. He's going to think I'm a whore," I reply becoming nervous that what happened between Drew and I will get out.

"Whoa, hey! Lucy, relax…calm down. He is going to think no such thing," Drew placates me, taking hold of me when he sees me beginning to shake at the possibility. "Randy knows you're with me. He knows how I feel about you and it's apparent he knows how you feel as well. Hell, he is happy we are together…or somewhat together. And he won't say anything, I promise you that, Lucy," I tell her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, hoping I've been able to calm her down some.

"Okay, so he won't say anything, but he's going to look at me differently," I fret, looking up at Drew with concern.

"Lucy, baby. He is going to do no such thing, I promise you. He's already become very fond of you and won't hesitate to stand up for you or protect you if he needs to. He already sees you as a little sister, Luce…so he's probably more embarrassed than you are, if I'm going to be honest," Drew tells me, turning to face me and cups one side of my face, stroking the apple of my cheek.

I nod my head and look up at him, "okay, I do believe you. But can we go get something to eat? I'm starving," I announce and as if it were agreeing with me, my stomach grumbles loudly in the otherwise quiet tent.

Drew releases a laugh and tucks my hair behind my ear before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Come on, let's get you fed. Besides, I'm hungry myself," he says and gets off the bed.

As I myself, attempt to get off of the bed as well, I move the wrong way and cry out in pain and grab at my abdomen.

"Lucy!" Drew shouts and hurries over to my side, kneeling in front of me. "What is it? What happened?" He asks me in a panic and I look down at him in pain.

"Drew…it hurts. My…my stomach," I tell him and it hurts to get the words out because my breathing is so labored from the pain.

"Is it because of last night?" Drew asks, struggling to ask the question because I can tell he already knows the answer.

I nod my head, "when…when he was kicking…me, he struck me pretty hard," I gasp out, curling in on myself because it's the only way to relieve some of the pain as tears start to fall down my face.

"Fucking piece of," Drew curses my father under his breath, but I hear him anyway and honestly, I don't care what Drew calls him, because it's true. He turns his attention back onto me after his little silent rant about my father, "you stay here, baby. I don't want you moving too much if you don't have to," Drew tells me and I nod. "Can you get back under the furs? Or do you need my help?" He asks me.

"I can do it," I whisper and start to crawl back under the furs. Once I get settled, Drew recovers me and presses a kiss to my forehead. I look up at him and he returns my stare with a pained look.

Drew pets my hair out of my face and dries the tears from my cheeks. "Do you think you can stomach some broth right now?" He asks me and I nod my head once more.

"I think so," I reply to Drew quietly, taking small quick breaths, since taking deep ones are out of the question.

"Alright. I'll be right back, okay?" Drew tells me and I nod my head.

"Okay," I reply softly, giving him a small smile and he presses a kiss to my forehead before disappearing from the tent.

Drew POV

The moment I'm out of the tent and away from Lucy, I curse up a storm. "I swear to God, if I ever see that fucker again, I'm going to kill him," I say out loud as I stomp my way to the food.

I see Randy up ahead and he's noticed me, but I don't have time for him at the moment. My priority at the moment is Lucy. "Drew…" Randy starts and I cut him off.

"Not now, Randy," I say bluntly and continue past him. I'm never like this towards him unless it's something serious, so he sobers up immediately and follows me, his attention now high.

"What is it? Did something happen to Lucy?" He asks me with worry in his tone. I barge into the food tent, putting all attention on me and Randy, but I ignore them as I look for our cook.

"You!" I bark and make my way towards him. "Otis!" I call his name and he stands at attention.

"Yes, My King. What can I do for you?" Otis asks, looking slightly intimidated by my sudden appearance.

"Do you still have any broth left over from last night. My…companion isn't feeling well and it's the only thing she'll be able to keep down at the moment," I tell him, keeping any information about Lucy quiet.

Before Otis can even reply, Randy is gone in a flash and I know he's gone straight to Lucy. "Aye, in fact I do, My King. Something told me last night to hold on to what I had, that it would be needed. I'm guessing this is that time," he says.

"That it is. I'll take whatever you have leftover," I tell Otis and he nods his head and goes to collect my request. Moments later, he returns with the steaming broth in a bowl.

"Here you are My King," Otis presents me with the broth, bowing slightly out of respect.

"Thank you, Otis. You've been a big help. I do have one request though, if I might," I say and Otis nods his head.

"Aye, what can I do for you, My King? And you are most welcome," he smiles.

"Would it be possible to have more broth available tonight? She is not doing well and I don't think she'll be leaving my chambers anytime soon," I ask of Otis, my tone somewhat solemn, letting him know without so many words that Lucy's condition is serious.

Otis nods his head, "of course My King. I can make it happen. It will have to be beef broth though, if that is alright? I'm making beef roast with potatoes and carrots tonight," he tells me and I nod my head.

"That'll be just fine, thank you Otis," I reply and he bows once more.

"You are very welcome, My King. I do hope your companion feels better soon," he responds and I flash him a genuine smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes. It will when Lucy is feeling better.

"Aye, thank you Otis. You and me both," I reply and turn to leave, returning to Lucy.

I hastily make my way back to her without spilling the broth all over and when I make it back to my quarters, I can hear Lucy and Randy chatting quietly.

"Lucy, love? I'm back with your broth," I say, announcing myself. I know I shouldn't, but jealously courses through me at seeing how comfortable she is around Randy and how easy it is for her to talk to him. I know we are getting there and this morning, before all of this happened, proved that, but I just don't feel that Lucy is as comfortable talking to me like she is with Randy.

Randy can see it in my eyes, too and he shakes his head with a look that says 'don't even go there', while Lucy looks over at me with a smile. She goes to sit up, but struggles to do so and cries out when she shifts the wrong way.

"Here, let me help you," Randy offers her and quickly gets to his feet from the chair he was sitting in, that he pulled next to the bed. He grabs Lucy's hand and rests his hand on her lower back as support. Once more jealously rages through me, but it disappears the second Lucy looks back over at me.

"Thank you, Randy," Lucy says to him with a smile and releases his hand when she is comfortably situated in her seated position. He returns her smile and a small growl emanates deep in my chest at the way he smiles back.

Lucy shoots her head in my direction with a confused look on her face, "what was that sound?" She asks and I flash her a smile as I make my way to the bed and sit next to her.

"That was just my stomach, love. I still have yet to eat. I wanted to make sure you had something in you first," I tell her, telling only the partial truth. She doesn't need to know that I become insecure extremely easily. There are only two people who know that fact. One of them is in the room with us and the other is dead. It's why he is looking at me like I've gone crazy for the path my mind is even taking me.

"That's so sweet of you," Lucy replies and she motions for me to lean down towards her, which I do and she presses a kiss to my cheek, "thank you," she whispers. Disappointment flows through me when she doesn't actually kiss me, but I don't let it show.

"You're welcome, love," I reply with a small smile and I hand her the bowl filled with broth, "here, drink it while its still hot," I say.

"Hmm, thank you," Lucy says quietly and lightly blows on the liquid to cool it off some and takes a small sip of the broth. "Mmm, that's actually really good," she comments and takes another sip.

"I'm glad you like it," I tell Lucy, placing a kiss to the side of her head. "So, what were you two talk about when I came in?" I ask, half curious, half trying to discover if I really do need to be worried or not.

"Randy was telling me some stories of when you two were younger," Lucy begins and then takes another sip of her broth.

"Yeah and how I had to save you multiple times from getting into trouble because you didn't want to listen to me when I said it wasn't a good idea," Randy adds, laughing hard at probably one of the stupidest things I've done in my childhood.

"Why do I have a feeling I wasn't told the best story out of all of them. Tell me please," Lucy begs the both of us, jutting her lower lip out. I want nothing more than to kiss that lip right now, but obviously it's not an appropriate time to do so.

"Oh, I'd be more than willing to share," Randy says, "this one, however, I don't think would like that too much," he adds on, motioning his head in my direction.

Lucy looks up at me with a pout, "please Drew," she continues to beg and rests her head on my shoulder as she bores her beautiful doe eyes in my direction.

I begin to go and decline, but the look on her face refuses to let me. I want to see nothing but a smile on her face and somehow a funny childhood story of Randy saving my sorry ass from trouble is going to put it there. "Aye…okay. Fine. Nothing too brutal though, Orton. Or I might have to make you do double duty later," I tell my best friend and he releases a booming laugh.

"Damn, you really do have it bad for this little lady, don't you? You didn't even let Jenny know any of these stories until you were married," Randy says and I shrug my shoulders with a grin.

"There is something special about her, Randy. I loved Jenny with everything in me, but I never fell for her as quickly as I have Lucy," I tell him and she looks up at me in astonishment.

"You what? Are you serious?" Lucy asks me as if the thought of falling for her so quickly is absurd.

"Very. I wouldn't have done half of the things I've done for you already for someone else," I explain to Lucy. "Especially, not let them sleep in my bed," I add on.

"Or cuddle up into you, like this?" Lucy asks, shifting carefully so she doesn't spill her broth and leans her body into mine. My heart runs wild and my stomach produces what I've heard some of the female servants call 'butterflies'.

I chuckle and place a kiss to Lucy's head as I lightly wrap my arm around her, holding her close. "Yes, exactly like that," I reply and look up at Randy to see him purse his lips to stop himself from saying something cheeky that he knows will bite him in the ass if he does so.

"Okay! Come on, Randy…tell me the best story you've got. I need to know some of the mischievous things my king has done," Lucy goads, moving in closer to me.

"Alright, alright," Randy laughs, "let me think of a good one," he says and acts as if he is trying to find one of the best ones he can tell. No doubt to embarrass the hell out of me. "Ahh, I think I got one," he says and flashes me a shit eating grin. "You're going to kill me, but it will be so worth it," Randy addresses me and Lucy claps happily.

I just shake my head at him as he begins his story of the time I almost got caught by the guards in town when I tried to steal from a vendor.

"Well," Randy starts, "I was 13 and Drew was 12 and we were both bored out of our minds that day…"

Flashback

"Drew, I'm telling you. That's not a good idea; you're going to get caught," Randy tells Drew as he tries to casually and unknowingly grab a little trinket off of the table they pass.

"It's a little piece of junk. It'll be fine Randy; I'm not going to get caught," Drew retorts with confidence, but it is short lived when shouting from a few yards away catches both of their attention.

"Hey! You best put that back…Prince Andrew!" One of two guards yell at him and make their way towards both boys.

"I told you. We need to go…now!" Randy exclaims as both guards start to quicken their steps. Randy grabs the sleeve of Drew's tunic, when he becomes like a deer caught in headlights at the charging guards.

"Oh crap," Drew swears and follows behind Randy as they run through the villages mazes with the guards hot on their tails.

He occasionally looks behind to see the guards gaining less distance in between them and himself. "Prince Andrew! Get back here!" One continues to shout.

Randy has disappeared from sight, which leaves Drew in a panic, but he knows his friend knows the village much better than he does and that Randy will not let him get caught. He runs through a stand filled with fruits, breads and vegetables as a way to try and throw the guards off, but instead, he barrels through the vendor, sending both himself and the vendor along with all the produce, to the dirty ground.

Drew groans and grabs at his head, but his eyes become wide when he sees the guards gaining in on him. "Oh shit!" He squeaks and stumbles to get to his feet. It's like he has two left feet and any grace that he possessed went out the window.

"Bullocks!" The vendor yells at Drew, "watch where yer goin' ye little brat!" Flailing his fist at the young prince as Drew gets to his feet.

"Sorry!" Drew apologizes and bolts from the scene. Thinking he's gotten away, Drew turns a corner with a smile, but is disappears the instant he hits a dead end. "Shit," he whispers to himself and turns around with wide eyes.

"Prince Andrew…did you think you were going to get away from us?" One of them snarls as both men advance slowly on Drew, backing him up into the wall behind him.

"I'm…I'm sorry. Please don't harm me," Drew begs the men, genuinely afraid and before one can answer, Randy come charging through both guards, knocking them on their asses.

"Didn't I tell you? Now, let's get out of here," Randy yells at Drew, rushing him to get to his feet. Drew does so and hightails it behind Randy and out of reach of both guards.

"Damn you!" One yells at them.

"You'll pay for this!" The other yells as Randy and Drew run as if their lives depend on it.

Randy takes them down a different alley and around the corner, finally exiting the village and into the woods. After a minute or two, of running through the woods, both boys find it safe to stop and catch their breath.

"Holy shit, that was close," Drew wheezes, with his hands on both knees as he tries to catch his breath.

Randy rolls his eyes at the prince and shakes his head, "yeah, no shit. You're welcome, by the way, for saving your ass…again," Randy pants, leaning against the nearest tree to him.

Drew flashes him a shit eating grin, "thanks, Orton. I owe you one," he says, standing up straight once more.

"You're damn right you do. Now, lets get out of here," Randy grunts and both boys trek their way back to the castle.

End Flashback

Lucy POV

I look up at Drew with wide eyes filled with nothing but humor, "you…shoplifted?!" I ask him with amusement and he looks down at me with a shy smile. He almost looked embarrassed to have that bit of information about him revealed.

"Aye…I did. I was young, reckless and foolish then. I wouldn't have made it without Randy. I won't lie about that," Drew replies, looking ashamed of himself.

I continue to look up at him with absolutely no trace of judgment or disappointment towards him. I raise one of my hands to rest on his cheek, forcing Drew to make eye contact with me, "that was ages ago, Drew. I know that is no longer you and I would never hold it against you. You are a man now…a King and that is something to be proud of," I tell him then lower my voice to a whisper so only Drew hears me, "I'm proud of you."

Drew smiles down at me, "thank you, love. It means the world to me to hear you say that and…I don't care that Randy is in the room," he adds on.

"Hey! I take offense to that," Randy inputs his protest at Drew's comment, but we both ignore him, although I look quickly over at Randy with amusement before returning my attention back to Drew.

"But…may I, please?" Drew asks me without so many words, but by looking down at my lips and then back up into my eyes. I smile up at him and nod my head.

Drew returns my smile before descending his lips onto mine in a soft kiss that we keep alive until Randy clearing his throat pulls us apart. "You know, I may be happy about this, but that doesn't mean I want to see it. I already saw more than I needed or wanted to earlier," he says.

"That's all on you, brother; you can't blame us for that," Drew replies, laughing at his friends misfortune, while wrapping his arms around me.

"Well that's a relief," Randy replies sarcastically with a roll of the eyes, "but you do know…Drew, that I wasn't finished telling my story to Lucy," he adds on and I look over at Randy with curious eyes.

"Ugh, must you do that? You've already embarrassed me enough with telling Lucy that," Drew retorts and I wrap my arms around his that holds me close to him.

"You know I do, McIntyre. I wouldn't be me if I didn't," Randy replies smugly with a smirk.

"Yeah, don't remind me," Drew replies and buries his face into my neck.

I lightly pat his head and rest mine on his own in a comforting gesture. "So what more do you have to tell? It can't get worse than that," I chuckle softly.

"Oh but it can, my friend. You see, when Drew and I got back to the castle, not only were his parents already waiting outside, the two guards who chased us…well Drew, were there with them," Randy explains and my eyes widen as I cover my mouth in shock.

"Were they really?" I ask in bewilderment and I feel Drew slightly tighten his hold on me.

"Oh they were. If only you could have seen the look on their faces. It was priceless, actually," Randy says and Drew growls quietly.

"Okay, I think you've said enough, Orton. Don't embarrass me any more than you already have," Drew says removing his head from my neck, looking over at Randy with hard eyes. And it's not an order; it's a demand.

"Hey, we're just having a little fun, Drew. That's all," I butt in, squeezing his arm, hoping he'll back down some.

"Yes, but at my expense and I don't appreciate it," Drew replies to me, his tone hard and it's the first time he's spoken to me in that way.

I undo his hold on me and I move slightly to the side so I can properly look at him. "That's enough, please. I asked for Randy to tell me and you were fine with it, so why are you acting like this? I already told you I won't think differently of you. It allows me to get to know you better," I lightly scold Drew, coming up in defense to Randy.

"And now you are protecting him. How do you think that makes me feel?!" Drew protests, his anger now being directed onto me.

I shrink back and away from Drew at the raising of his voice, looking up at him with a small bout of fear. Drew realizes his mistake, but it's too late.

"Alright, that's enough. You need to leave, Drew; you're frightening her for christ sake. I don't care how you treat me, but you will not speak to Lucy like that. King or not. Give her space; it's clearly written on her face that she wants it," Randy inputs as he sees me in distress.

Drew ignores him and puts his focus on me, regret and pain in his features, "Lucy, please. I'm so sorry; don't push me away," he whispers brokenly.

Tears well up in my eyes and spill over onto my cheeks. Drew goes to wipe them from my face, but I shy away from him. A look of angst covers Drew's face at my recoil of his touch. "Please, don't touch me," I whisper and look over at Randy for help.

"Lucy," Drew rasps, pain very evident in his voice, but I refuse to look at him.

"Alright, Drew. You've done enough right now. Give her space to breathe; she wants to be alone and she's obviously fearful of you at the moment…don't make it worse. Let's go," Randy interferes, putting an arm in between Drew and I to prevent Drew from pursuing me.

After a few moments, the bed shifts and Drew's weight leaves the bed and seconds later the tent, leaving just Randy and I alone. "Lucy? Are you alright?" Randy asks me and I look up at him with a pathetic and watery smile.

"I will be," I croak, "thank you, though. For what you just did…interfering," I say to Randy and he smiles down at me before sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving space in between us.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm sure he's already told you, but I'd do anything to protect you now. Just like Drew will, even if it's from him. You've become a little sister to me and I happen to really like you," Randy replies, flashing me a friendly and playful smile, paired with a wink.

I release a small giggle and wipe the tears from my cheeks. "I've become very fond of you, too and I know I can come to you with anything," I reply and hold my hand out for his.

Randy accepts my hand and presses a chaste kiss to the top of it, "that you can, darling. Now, I'm going to leave you be, because I can see the exhaustion in your eyes. Get some sleep, sweetie and I'll take care of Drew, alright?" He tells me softly and I nod my head with a small smile.

"I appreciate you," I tell him quietly and lean in the small distance to place a kiss to his cheek, "thank you," I whisper.

"You're welcome," Randy replies and stands up, leaving the tent and me to my thoughts, but I quickly fall victim to sleep.