One morning Bailey came into my room. "Alright, we're leavin later tonight!"

"Whudd?" I asked her as I sat impatiently waiting for Spot's visit.

"Spot's healed enough te go back te Brooklyn. We were waitin fer im te get betta since ye seemed fine fer a few days."

"Ye evil- Yer jus like Jack! Ye mean fer de past few days I coulda been outta dis room?" I yelled at her.

"Yup! See ya lata sis!" Bailey laughed an evil laugh as she walked out of the room.

'Damn her!' I said to myself. 'She knows I hate bein cooped up. Alla dis cooperation for nothing!'

"Angel." Spot smiled walking into my room.

"Morning." I smiled back as he walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. I grinned. "Yer walkin around shower yerself te everyone?" I laughed seeing his unbuttoned shirt revealing his bandages.

"Well, I kept bleedin on alla my odda good shirts so I had te wea a broken one. I know how much ye like de odda ones."

"Well if Jack woulda left ye alone I'm suure ye would stop spillin yer blood everywea." I sat up and grinned. "Besides I waned ye all te meself."

"Well, I dun think ye coulda handled me wit yer concussion." Spot slowly touched the spot where I was hit which was mostly healed.

Spot focused his attention to my face and moved his hand down to my face and slowly kissed me. As we were in the middle of a deep kiss, Bailey burst through my door.

"Whudds goin on in hea!" Bailey yelled and looked at the startled me and Spot.

"Spot wanted te bang an all." I said smugly. "But ye seemed te have intefead!" I pulled Spot close and pulled the shirt off of one of his shoulders.

"How dare you!" Spot squeeled in a girly voice and we both laughed.

"Dat ain't funny. So dis is why you was in a rush te get away from Jack?"

"Nah, he was jus drivin me nuts. Besides, wheva I'm round im he seems te think he can control me! Jus cuz I'm injuad don't mean I'm weak! An I keep bleedin on me good shoits!"

"I see, well, hes lookin fer ye. I suggest, mista weaklin, ye go talk te im."

Spot looked at me and sighed. "Sometimes I think she likes te keep us apart!"

"Dats right boy, now get movin!" Bailey ordered kicking him in the butt while he left. "he wasn't really lookin fer im." Bailey laughed and closed the door.

"Wow sis, ye suure got a way wid me man!" I laughed with her. "Fer some reason I think he's gettin soft on us." I smirked.

"I know, he used te be a bad ass."

Just as she was about to leave she opened the door and Spot was leanin on the door frame. "Soft eh? I think yer mistaken. Excuse me, I think I want some alone time wit me goil." Spot grinned pushing past Bailey. Bailey tried to protest but he closed the door and locked it. "So whea were we? Getting back te dat bangin" He laughed as he crawled into bed with me.

We layed for a few minutes smiling at each other and giggling. "I can't believe did dat te her." I said laughing.

"Yeah yeah, she'll eventually be me sista inlaw and prolly be occupyin oua time a lot mora."

"Ye know, if we fall asleep, no ones able te unlock dat door. We might not make it te Brooklyn tonight."

"Dun worry, I ain't de least bit tired!" Spot pulled me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around him.

"How long has it been since we could just do dis?" I asked thinking of the chaotic times we've had.

"Rememba dat night dat one guy tried te get ye te marry im?"

"How bout dat time I thought dat ye stopped lovin me?"

"Wow, we really have a weird relationship." Spot said giving me a weird face. "I dunno whetha I like it er not. But its suure an odd way te live."