Thumping over and over. She runs faster in her trainer sneakers, faster still. It's no match for the thumping. A rough hand reaches out, forcefully grabbing her pale arm, leaving an instant bruise as she's forced to the ground. It's so dark she can barely see anything. It helps nothing. She feels as his large hand slides into the elastic waistband of her jogging shorts, nearly ripping them as he forces them down. She continues to struggle against him, trying to push him away. Trying to do anything.

"Sharon!" Andy yells, gripping her a little as he shakes her.

Sharon instantly springs her eyes open, glancing around. Her bedroom. She brings a shaking hand to her chest.

"You were screaming." He sighs, "What the hell was that about?" He releases his grip on her arms, watching her.

"The...the dream again." She swallows, "Shit."

"Nightmare?"

"It's.." Sharon slowly looks to him, "The...Everything that happened with Eve...it brought everything back. All of it. All the memories."

"You were raped?" He pauses, knowing he was right, "Why...why didn't you tell me, Shar?" Andy's eyes soften, wrapping his arms around her again, how they were before she began to scream.

"I didn't...I don't know. I didn't think you'd care. I was in my early twenties...like Eve."

"Of course I care. I love you." He nods, leaning in to kiss her tenderly, "Why did you think I wouldn't?"

Sharon gently rests her head on his chest, "Charlie told me I had it coming."

"Charlie was an asshole." Flynn reaches a hand up, stroking her hair.

"That's why I didn't tell you."

"Because you thought I was going to say you deserved it?" Andy shakes his head, "I'd never, Shar."

She lies there silently a few moments, "I remembered how much it hurt. That's all I kept thinking about. Any time I looked at Eve, all I could think about was not only the physical pain, but the emotional. It's a violation. Something that is one's own, being completely..." Sharon pauses, "Being completely ripped to shreds."

"Did you report it?"

Sharon shakes her head slowly, "I was young and stupid. My husband had told me it was my fault. Now, I never listened to much of what Charlie had to say about most things, but...I did that time. It wouldn't have done much for me at the time. I couldn't give a description except homeless guy with long hair."

"You still remember that much though."

"Because I've dreamt about it every night since..." She sighs, "Do you think she's okay?"

"I bet she's better now than she has been in a while." Andy nods slowly.

"Kate is still asleep. Rusty is asleep. Eve is in a psychiatric hospital and Chad is..."

"Probably at work. He moonlights as a bouncer." He smirks.

Sharon nods, "What about yours? Matthew and Mac?"

"I don't know." Andy answers honestly, "No matter how much I try, their mother one ups me. I try to be there and she...She fills their heads with how I was. They remember it sometimes, but..." He sighs, "It's one of my biggest regrets."

"We'll work on it." She softly kisses his jaw, "Sunday, after church, we'll have brunch here. Is that okay with you?"

"Sunday is special why?"

Sharon rolls her eyes, "Kate's Christening."

"Oh, damn, I forgot all about that." Andy nods, "Of course."

"You're asking Provenza, I assume."

"Yeah. Threatened to quit if I didn't." He smirks, "Did you ask Hobbs?"

She nods, "I did, but she's Jewish so...I don't know who to go to now."

"Sykes isn't Catholic." Flynn thinks a few moments, "What about Liz Provenza?"

Sharon raises an eyebrow, "She's Catholic?"

He nods, "They had a Catholic wedding."

"I will give her a call tomorrow."

Andy smiles, holding onto her more, "I wish you would have told me sooner, Shar, about the thing."

"It wasn't the time." She shakes her head.

"There isn't a time to tell that. You just do." He leans his face down, kissing her hair, "I love you so much."

Sharon smirks, "I love you too, Andy."

"I have an idea."

"Yeah?"

He smirks, "Let's get married before the thing on Sunday." He shrugs, "Drive to Vegas for a night. See if Provenza and Liz can keep an eye on Rusty and Kate..."

She shakes her head slowly, "Last time we tried to have a date-"

"This isn't a date, it's a thing we have been meaning to do and haven't had the opportunity to because we've both been very busy."

Sharon props herself up on his chest, "Then we'll take classes later and marry within the church?"

"Absolutely." Andy nods slowly, "I'd expect nothing else."

She smirks, kissing his lips and looking him in the eyes, "My parents mentioned something about coming on Sunday."

"That's a bit of a drive for them, isn't it? Maybe send a car." He absently rubs her back.

"Thing is, they're going to need a place to stay and they haven't gotten to see Kate much..."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Flynn raises an eyebrow.

Sharon shrugs, "I'll offer them a hotel."

"I mean, we have Rusty and there are plenty of places around here. It's not very fair for him to have to keep giving up his room."

"You're right." She nods, "I don't think they'd enjoy a baby crying in the middle of the night either."

"I highly doubt they would." He kisses her softly, "We'll worry about it when the time comes."

"Just like our supposed, spontaneous wedding?" Sharon returns his kiss, reaching her hands up to thread through his silver hair.

"Spontaneous." Flynn smirks, "We should have done it months ago."

"We should have, but we didn't." She nuzzles her face against his shoulder, "Didn't need to. I didn't want some kind of Shotgun wedding. Would have made us look guilty. We always loved each other, sure, but I think Kate needed to be born to help us realize what we mean to one another."

"If you say so." He nods, letting his hand travel from her lower back to her thigh.

Sharon jumps ever so slightly as a howl can be heard via the baby monitor and Rusty's voice quickly following it.

"Hey, Katie. It's alright." Rusty rises from his bed, having changed the sheets on his bed once Eve checked out. They had remnants of her blood from turning and attempting to keep herself in pain. He smiles down to the baby, lifting her from her crib, "Did you have a bad dream?" He softly kisses the baby's temple.

Sharon ties rises from the bed, and takes her silk robe from the back of the bedroom door, tying it around herself before walking to the bedroom the children shared, "She okay?"

He nods, "She's fine." Rusty absently gives Sharon a look before returning his attention to the infant.

"Look, Rusty, are you pissed at me? I mean...I'm sorry I called you the other day, but...I trust you."

"You called me because you didn't want Flynn knowing. You know that." He shakes his head, "We're worrying about Kate, not you."

"What did I do?"

Finally, the boy turns to her, looking her in the eye, "I saw that. What happened the other night? I saw that many times. I was left, at five, to take care of myself. I was five when I had to worry about where each meal was coming from. I was five when I had to make sure I had clean clothes for school. I was five when I taught myself to use a vacuum and clean the apartment." He swallows, "I was five when I had to tend to my drunk mother and make sure she didn't suffocate in a pool of her own vomit."

Sharon feels her eyes beginning to sting with tears, "I..."

"Sorry? I don't want your apologies. I want you to give a shit about Kate. She can't have your milk now because you had to be selfish." Rusty shakes his head, "What the hell was the other night? Some releasing your tensions bullshit? Is that what it was?"

She swallows, her hands trembling, "I needed to feel numb."

"Why?"

"I knew...I knew what needed to be done with Eve. I knew it before she snapped and..." Sharon's face tightens as a tear escapes from her eye, only to be pressed against her skin by a quick finger, "She snapped and I couldn't stop it anymore. I couldn't help her like I was supposed to."

"Did you tell Andy about the thing?" Rusty slowly moves closer to the woman, the infant comfortably settling against his chest.

She nods quickly, "It was fine. He was...He was upset I didn't tell him sooner."

"Right. I told you." He sighs, "You okay? About the thing or Eve?"

Sitting on the edge of his bed, she pulls her arms around herself, "I think so."

"She needed it, Sharon. You know she needed it."

"I didn't want to admit it though. I didn't want that for her. In her line of work, if a single parent finds out she was there, her career is over. Completely over." Sharon swallows, "I didn't want that to happen...I never want that to happen."

"It won't. Even if it did, though, this is different. It isn't like she started collecting cats and wearing her underwear on the outside of her pants. Multiple traumatic things happened to her in a short amount of time. It's a lot to deal with. I think parents would understand that." Rusty sits next to her.

"Parents are stupid."

"Did you really just say that?" He glances around, "Let me write that down. I'll write it down for Kate when she says it in a dozen years."

Sharon smirks, shaking her head, "You know what I mean. At the type of school where she's teaching? Some will hunt for anything just to prove a teacher isn't good enough."

"She works at a public school."

"She works at a charter school."

"Same thing. It's free." Rusty nods, "She doesn't work at Saint Joseph's. Parents are happy their kids are even going to school more or less care what is going on with the teachers."

She nods slowly, "Okay."

"So, right now, all you have to worry about is Kate. You have to shape her still. Sort of like clay, except more adorable."

Sharon smirks, "I agree."

Rusty keeps the baby close as he gets back up to his pillows, "I looked on the internet about when you can feed her your milk again."

"And?"

"They said, and this is gross, pump and dump a couple times, then she's good to go."

Sharon stands, helping him into bed with the baby, "Are you sure?"

"It's what I read." Rusty nods, "From a doctor's site."

"Okay." She smiles, "Thank you." Kissing him on the head, Sharon pauses, looking at them, "Would you care if I slept in here tonight?"

He shakes his head, "It's a big bed."

She smiles, "Let me go check on Flynn first...let him know." She nods, walking to the door.

Flynn quickly shuts off the baby monitor that he had been listening to the entire time and turns off the light, sliding under the covers just enough so it would look like he went to sleep.

Sharon grins more as she peeks into the crack of the door, returning to her children. She needs them close tonight.