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"Peter!" Tim called out, accelerating his pace so he could make it to Lou and Peter's truck at the same time as the younger man. "Peter, have you spoken to Lou yet?"

Peter stopped at the car door, a hand resting on the door handle. "Uh…not exactly, no…not yet."

"What? Why not?" Tim said in a pressed tone.

"Well, I was going to. Honestly. But then she brought up something else, and it just didn't feel right to start up that conversation at that time."

"So what did you talk about?"

Peter inhaled. "Well, Lou says she wants me to take the girls to Vancouver."

Tim was taken aback. "What? For how long?"

"I'm not too sure, honestly. So far, we've agreed on just the holidays, but it could be more than that."

Tim gave him a questioning look. "And you agreed? Just like that."

"No, it's…she's worried about them. Bennett, he…well, he threatened our girls. We're just looking after their safety. Hopefully things get resolved with him while the girls are in Vancouver with me."

Tim nodded, understanding. "Right, right…okay, well then…you make sure that you tell her of your intentions to get back together before you take your daughters to Vancouver."

"Yeah—yeah…"

"I mean it, Peter. Don't back down, not now. Fight for her, okay? Don't make the same mistakes I made, because I'm telling you, you will have regrets."

"I know the feeling. And—yeah, I'll talk to her."

"It makes me happy to think that maybe once this whole mess is resolved, you will bring the girls back here, and you and Lou will have the rest of your lives to look forward to."

Peter smiled at the prospect. "Me too, Tim."

It was nearing eight p.m. when Lou walked into her room, carrying a glass of juice in for her daughter, who was laying in bed, covered in a blanket up to her elbows. "Hey, sweetie, I brought you something to drink."

"Mom, that's like the fifth glass in the past three hours…I'll drink it later."

Lou smiled and set the glass down on the dresser. "Okay," she said, sitting down at Georgie's bedside, placing a hand to the young girl's forehead. "You're still a little warm…better than before though…" Lou breathed out, thankful.

"I'm fine," said Georgie. "I was thinking I would go to school tomorrow—"

"Not if you're not feeling well."

"Well, I need to go hand in my assignment."

Lou put a lock of Georgie's hair behind her ears. "I can go give it in for you."

"What? No—"

"Or your dad."

"Well, I can go give it myself. I'm fine," Georgie pressed.

Lou sighed. "Is your hand alright?"

"Yeah, it feels fine."

"It's not still hurting?"

Georgie looked up to the sound of Lou's voice. There was a hint of agony, a piercing tone in her mother's voice. "I've been hurt worse than this. Why are you still so hung up on this?"

Lou exhaled, putting a hand to her own forehead. "I just…it's—it's nothing. As long as you're sure."

"You've been acting weird all day. What's—is something wrong?"

Lou looked at her, a pained look in her eye. "Nothing's wrong," said Lou, placing a hand on Georgie's face. "I just want you better."

There was a knock on Lou's door, and as she turned, Peter poked his head in. "Hey, I thought I'd say goodnight." Walking into the room. Peter came to sit in the chair beside Lou's bed. Looking to Georgie, he placed a hand to her forehead. "You seem like you're feeling a lot better. See, Lou, what'd I tell you?"

Lou looked at him, slightly amused and slightly annoyed at his tone. But the familiarity of his actions was comforting. She smacked his arm lightly. "What are you talking about? I knew she'd get better."

Peter laughed, his dimples showing. "Oh, yeah? Then what was that this morning? You stormed into my room, crazed, demanding I wake up and drive Katie to school because you were looking after Georgie. You reminded me of those prison wardens from the movies."

Lou's lips parted, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "No, you know what—" she broke off, a smirk at her lips.

"Yeah? What?" Peter mocked her, folding his arms together.

Lou hit his shoulder, harder this time. "You just be quiet, do you hear me?"

Peter burst out in laughter, his eyes tearing up because of it. "Okay, yes ma'am," he said, putting his arms up in surrender, trying his best to find his composure.

Peter's crazy laughter was contagious, and it had an effect on Lou and Georgie as well. Georgie giggled, while a laugh escaped from between Lou's pursed lips, who didn't want to admit that Peter's joke was even a little bit funny. Thinking back to that morning, she remembered that she had startled Peter awake. The look on his face had been priceless. Lou put a hand to her lips, suppressing her laughter.

When Peter finally settled, which took a while, he looked to his daughter, who had a glint in her eyes. She looked happy, delighted at seeing her parents interact so casually, so normally. "Okay, I'm going to turn in. I just wanted to make sure I saw you before I went to sleep."

Peter stood, planting a kiss on Georgie's temple and stroking her hair gently. "Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Dad."

When Peter left the room, Lou turned to Georgie, her brow wrinkled in amusement, but she feigned annoyance. "Your father is crazy."

Georgie giggled, extremely happy to see her parents like this again. She felt almost as if she were dreaming this, that she would wake up soon. If that was the case, and Georgie really was dreaming, she didn't want to ever wake up.

In the morning, Georgie was feeling better, much to Lou's relief. She kept silently giving her thanks, incredibly happy that her daughter was feeling better. Now, Lou could set that worry aside and focus on other things.

Peter had a meeting in Calgary that morning, and so he said he would drop the girls off at school and then head into the city.

As Peter and the girls drove away, Lou admitted to herself that she was a little disappointed that he was gone for the day. She had hoped to talk to him…because she just couldn't get what he had said yesterday out of her mind.

We're going to be…just so happy…

Thinking back to yesterday, Lou had been taken aback by Peter's words, her heartbeat accelerating as he had said them. Could this mean that Peter wanted to…?

There's no way.

Did Peter really want to get back together with her? Was that what was really on his mind? Or had he just said that in a way to mean that their daughters would be safe and happy, and that that would then mean happiness for both Lou and Peter as parents…?

Lou didn't want to get her hopes up, because maybe she was just reading too much into everything, taking the wrong meaning of his words.

Lou was sitting at the round table, a cup of coffee in hand, when Amy came into the house.

"Morning, Lou."

"Amy, hey…" Lou smiled to her sister.

Amy came and sat down across from Lou at the table. "You seem better than yesterday."

Lou laughed, a little embarrassed. "I was a mess yesterday…but now that Georgie's feeling better, so am I."

Amy smiled. "That's great, Lou. I knew she'd be fine."

"Yeah. Thank you for sitting with me yesterday, and giving me that reassurance. I really appreciate it."

Amy reached for Lou's hand. "You're my sister. I'd do anything for you. That's nothing to thank me for, though."

"Still, it really helped, and it put me in a better mind space."

Amy nodded. "Yeah. From what you described, it must've been quite the scene when he had come in."

"Yeah, it was. I'm just so…guilt-ridden and ashamed that Georgie saw and heard all that he did to me. No child should have to bear that burden."

Amy nodded, looking down a little.

"But, that wasn't even the worst of it. I'm just…I'm thankful that he didn't go as far as—" she broke off, unable to say it. She exhaled heavily.

Amy nodded again, giving Lou's hand a squeeze. "I know."

"Amy, I'm really afraid," Lou admitted. "I'm afraid of what he'll do…I have no idea what he's thinking, what he's planning, and that terrifies me…He's threatening our very chance at happiness, when it was so hard to find in the first place." Lou sighed, saying, "But I won't let him. I can't…and that's why I've decided to send Georgie and Katie to Vancouver."

"To Vancouver? What—when would they be going?"

"Soon. Maybe Friday."

"That's—that's really soon."

"It is, but I can't risk anything happening to them."

"But Lou, Vancouver? That's so far away. How will they get along without you? They need you."

"What they need is to be safe, Amy. I'm their mother, I know how much it hurts to separate them from myself, but I have to do it in order to keep them safe."

Amy looked at her sister, sighing. "Well, have you told them yet?"

"No, not yet. I will soon."

Amy nodded, wondering how that would eventually play out. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm positive. After what's happened, I don't have a choice."

Amy shuddered inwardly, thinking back to the picture that Lou had described. Georgie had been so close to—

"I'm just waiting for all of this to be over…"

Amy's head went up, her daydream shattering like glass. She was thankful for the distraction. "It'll be over before you know it, alright?" Amy stood, coming around to hug her sister.

Lou leaned in to Amy's hug, shutting her eyes tight.

Amy wrapped her arms tighter around Lou. "Before you know it."