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Iris POV

I was in shock. I had just shot Matt or Dave and I didn't know which one. Terry was on the phone with the police. They were on the way to the house. Randy had untied my hands, but I didn't move. I couldn't look over at Dave. I didn't want to know.

"Baby?" I heard him ask me. He had sat up. I looked over with tears running down my face. I crawled slowly over to him.

"Are you ok?" I asked him.

"I am fine, now that I know you are ok." he said. I leaned over and kissed him. He wiped the tears away with his thumb. I just looked at him. I heard him wince when he moved. I saw the wound from where Matt had attempted to stab him.

"Baby…" I said.

"I am fine." he said. I just held him. I was so upset.

"Iris, are you ok?" Paul asked me.

"Yeah, I will be. Thanks so much." I said to him and gave him a hug.

"Love ya, sis." he said. I smiled at him.

"Love ya too." I said.

The police came a few minutes later. They took statements and Paul left to finish what I had started. The other guys left to tell everyone and do other things. I stayed with Dave. He got stitched from where Matt had stabbed, actually sliced, his leg open. I had to get my scraps cleaned and I had a black eye from where he had tackled me. I was also checked for a concussion because he had knocked me out.

A few hours later, Dave and I finally got to go home. I walked in and found a few people here and there. I was walking Dave back to my room, when Chris Masters stopped me.

"Can I talk to you in a sec.?" he asked me.

"Yeah." I said. I helped Dave in there. He fell asleep in a few minutes. I walked into Chris and Stacy's room to talk to him.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"First, are you ok?" he asked me. I shrugged. He pulled me into a hug.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked him.

"I wanted your opinion on something." he said and pulled out a ring box. I took it and opened it. The ring was beautiful. He had bought Stacy a 2 carat diamond ring with little pink sapphires on each side of the diamond.

"Wow, Chris, she will love it!" I said.

"You think so?" he asked. I could tell he was nervous.

"I know she will. When are you going to ask her?" I asked him.

"Tonight, I need to know where to take her." he said. I thought for a second and pulled out my cell phone.

"What time?" I asked him. He told me. I made him reservations at a restaurant that family friend's owned. I gave him directions and everything.

"Thanks." he said.

"Welcome. Have fun and lemme know what happens." I told him.

"Alright, can't wait." he said. I smiled and walked back into my room. Dave was asleep. I had to work on storylines.

I was working on the storylines for about an hour when I heard Dave get up. He came over and hugged me.

"You feeling better?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something." he said. I feared the worst.

"What?" I asked him.

"How did you get the bruise on your back?" he asked me.

"Same way I got my wrist swollen." I told him without actually telling him.

"Iris, tell me." he begged me. I looked at him. I saw love and concern in his eyes.

"John and I got into it." I said with my head down. He stood there for a second. He pulled me out of the chair and lead me over to the bed. He sat me on it and stood in front of me.

"Iris?" he said. I slowly looked up at him.

"I am not mad." he said. I was going to say something when he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I wrapped my arms around him and clung him. He broke apart and looked at me. I had tears in my eyes.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"I thought I had lost you today." I whispered. He just looked at me and laid down beside me.

"No, baby, I thought I had lost you." he said as he caught the falling tear on his finger. I sighed.

"I love you, Iris." he said.

"I love you, too." I told him.

We held each other as we fell into a deep sleep.

Dave POV

I woke up a few hours later to see Iris asleep. I slowly got out of her grip and walked into the kitchen. I was hungry. I fixed a sandwich and was eating when Shawn came up. He sat down next to me.

"How ya feeling?" he asked me.

"Rough, but relieved." I told him.

"I can tell." he said.

"Thanks." I said laughing.

"You really love her, don't you?" he asked me.

"I always have. I can finally tell her and I don't feel like I can tell her enough. I don't want to lose her for anything." I told him. He smiled.

"You won't. Just tell her you love her when ever and as much as you can." he said and walked upstairs. I was done eating, but just sat there. Paul walked up and sat down beside me.

"Feeling better?" he asked me.

"Yeah, how's Steph?" I asked him.

"She is good. She can leave the hospital in two days." he said.

"Great." I said. I was glad that Paul and Stephanie had kids.

"I wanted to give you something." he said. I looked at him. He handed me a box. I looked at it. It looked like a jewelry box.

"Open it." he said. I opened it and I found a 3 carat diamond. The diamond was on a white gold band. The ring was simple, but very elegant.

"Give it to her." Paul told me.

"I can't take this." I told him.

"Yeah, you can. It was Mom's. She was going to give it to her anyways. Dad gave it to Mom when he proposed. She only wore it when she could. She was going to give it to Iris on her wedding day." Paul told me.

"But?" I asked him.

"Dave, I saw enough love in your eyes that could keep you two happy for a lifetime earlier today. You don't have to give it her now, but just give it to her when you propose to her." he told me.

"Thanks, Paul. Did you keep anything?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I surprised Steph today with Mom's pearls. Iris and I are going through the rest of the house when they go back on tour. She is going to go back when you do. I think she still wants to go to D.C and meet your daughters." Paul told me. I smiled at that.

"What?" Paul asked.

"I didn't know she wanted to meet them." I said.

"She does. She loves kids. I just hope that she has one of her own." he told me.

"You really do care about her, don't you?" I asked him. He gave me a look.

"I may be an ass to her, but if you weren't going to hurt him; I was. She is the only real family I have ever cared about and now have left. She is MY little sister and that means something. I fought so many guys when I would come home to visit because they wanted her. I did everything to keep her from being hurt." he said.

"I thought that you didn't care." I told him.

"I do. I always have. She was the only person's opinion that I cared about when I met Steph. I wanted her to accept Steph and I didn't care about Mom and Dad." he told me.

"Why did she want your parent's acceptance?" I asked him.

"Because, when we were little, something happened and Mom never forgave her. She never could get Mom to accept her after that. She never cared about Dad's, but she did about Mom's." he told me.

"What happened?" I asked him. He sighed and looked at the table.

"Dad used to rape her and beat her. I was gone and didn't know for a long time. She went to Mom about it and she called her a liar. Mom didn't want to believe her." he told me. I was shocked.

"She is had a hell of a life, huh?" I asked Paul.

"Yeah, I want to ask her how she gets out of bed in the morning." Paul said.

"Yeah." I said.

"She is carrying so many scars both physically and emotionally. She is tried to kill herself at least 2 times. She has marks on her wrist. She just never did die. I don't know how she didn't, but she did." he told me. I was in shock by what Paul was telling me.

We continued to talk for a long time. I swore to Paul that I wouldn't tell anyone, but it didn't matter that I swore; someone overheard us.