"Mommy!" Easton ran into the living room giggling. "Hello," he giggled, throwing himself in her lap.

"Hello my gorgeous boy," she grinned, lifting him up to sit in her lap. "What are you up too?"

"Nothing…" he sat in her lap and toyed with her earring. "Daddy come play with me?"

"W-what?" her eyes widened and heart sped up looking at the little boy in her lap. "What did you say?"

"Daddy come play with me today?" his blue eyes sparkled up at her and her throat tightened. "He let me get coke," he told her, sticking his hand through the loop in her earring and giggling. "And ice cream!"

"Easton…" she pulled him to look at her, brows knitted together confused. "Where did you see daddy?"

"With Clay mommy," he giggled like it was so obvious.

"Why was daddy with Clay?" she questioned, knowing he didn't have a clue to what she was talking about.

"Day friends," he looked up at her, still finding her earring so interesting.

"Did Lucas see daddy?" she felt her heart quicken everything suddenly making sense. Lucas's random showing up that night, his mini freak out about missing her. She was pretty sure he saw Carter and he would run to her so fast everyone's head would spin.

"Lucas is daddy…" his little brows knitted together and her eyes closed. "Aunt Rachie said daddy's make mommies happy. You happy… So Lucas is my daddy."

"Oh baby…" she frowned, pressing a kiss to his forehead and feeling her eyes tingle with tears. "Why don't we get your jacket and get some waffles?" she questioned, swearing nothing in her life hurt her heart as much as that moment.

"Yeah?" his eyes light up and she nodded.

"Come on," she rose up, balancing him in her arms as she headed in the back room.

"Luke…" the blonde looked up from his desk to see his friend at the door. "You busy man?"

"No…" he shook his head. Honestly his mind on so many other things he couldn't think of anything involving work. "What's up?"

"Umm…" he slowly shut the door behind him and walked toward his desk. Taking a seat in front of him and rubbing his hands across his dress pants. "About yesterday…with Carter…"

"Real piece of work isn't he?" Lucas let out a dry laugh and leaned back in his chair.

"He is a real piece of shit," Clay said, anger flipping in him. "Don't let him get to you."

"I'm not…" he told him, eyeing his friend a bit. "But I can tell he gets to you," he commented and his friend glanced down. "I've never seen you like that Clay," he told him, watching his friend play something in his head before breathing in a long breath.

"The…the night Will died," he cleared his throat a bit and shifted in his seat. "It was my fault…"

"What?" Lucas straightened up in his chair confused. "What do you mean it was your fault?"

"Will and I had just finished working out," he explained. "And I was having a shitty day and just didn't want to be at home. So Will suggested drinks out," he told him, still remembering that day so clear. "But then at one point Brooke called and Will changed his mind. Said he wanted to go home and just skip drinks…"

"Clay…"

"But I said lets go," his voice cracked a bit. "Just one drink and we will head home," he swallowed the large lump and let out a dry laugh. "I wish every day I just went home because he would still be here."

"You don't know that Clay… I mean…" then he trailed off honestly not knowing what to say.

"He was my brother. I grew up with him and I wish every day it was me who died and not him," he admitted and the man before him eyes widened. "He was a better person than me. And he was a way better person then Carter and I hate him for taking my best friend away from me. He killed my best friend and then he hit someone I look to as a sister and shoved a boy I look to as a son and I…I feel like…like when I'm around him I have to remind myself not to just murder him," anger flared in him, never being so honest with someone about what he was feeling. Honestly just letting it build up over the years and it slowly starting to leak out.

"You can't blame yourself for any of that man," Lucas told him. "We…we all make decisions in our lives and sometimes…sometimes the outcomes really suck," he let out a dry laugh. Swearing his decision to walk away from Brooke was the dumbest he has ever made. "But it's our decisions. Will chose to go out that night, he was a grown man who could of said no and he chose to jump in the car and try to stop Carter because you are right…he was a good person. And it was your choice to jump in behind him and I don't doubt for a second that if roles were reversed he would be feeling what you are feeling now and you would be so pissed at him."

"I keep trying to take his place and do all the things he would have but I am failing at it…I'm failing bad man…"

"He wouldn't ask you too…because from what Brooke has said Will thought you were a hell of a lot better than he was," Lucas confessed, knowing all the things Brooke had told him that showed Will thought highly of his best friend.

"They are going to settle with Carrie," he confessed, hating it but it being true. "I can't have Brooke struggling anymore. So…so Carrie will get a lot," he let out a dry laugh. "But Brooke will walk away with almost half. Will wanted me to take care of his sister and this is the best I can do."

"I'm sure it's all he wanted," he told him and he nodded as they sat silent. "Can…can I ask you something?"

"Sure…"

"Brooke…Brooke made a comment about something," he sat a moment thinking about it. "And it was weird… I didn't get it."

"What she say?"

"She just…she made it seem that that night wasn't as coincidence as it seemed," he told him and Clay looked at him a little lost. "Like it was planned…like Felix knew…"

"What do you mean knew?"

"Knew she was going to be there…"

"How? How would he have a clue she would be there? I mean it's not like…" he trailed off and it all slowly starting to click. Why Felix was so cocky, why he seemed so comfortable there and why so many people seemed to know his name. How when he waved over a girl and she bounced over and then that one line, that one line that seem to confuse him so much 'If we are good my favorite will come out'. "He knew…"

"Yeah…" Lucas let out a dry laugh, shoving his chair back and rising up. "The asshole knew and the asshole made sure none of us did."

"Why? Why would he know that and not tell us? I mean what does he have to gain?"

"I don't know man," he grabbed his phone and dialed his brother's number. "But I'm going to figure it out."

Night fell on them quicker than she liked and before she knew it Easton was fast asleep and she was wide awake with way to many things running through her mind.

"Hello?" she answered her phone as it started going off and bringing it to her ear.

"Hey Brooke!"

"Hey Hales what's up?" she questioned, not talking to her friend in a few days.

"Nothing much, just been hanging out. However Quinn and I were going to go out tonight and get some drinks. Was hoping maybe you'd like to join?" she suggested knowing after the few days her friend had had she really needed a girl's night.

"Oh Hales I wish but I can't. It's kinda impossible to find a sitter this short of notice," she frowned, running her finger along her blanket.

"Oh, we took care of that. Alex's plans fell through so she said she would love to come watch Easton. And being as he is probably already out it will be the easiest fifty bucks she's made in a while."

"Fifty bucks?" she let out a dry laugh pretty sure she couldn't give that much money away.

"Clay thought you needed a night out," Haley explained. "He took care of that."

"Well…" she shifted on the couch chewing her lip. "I could really use a girls' night. To talk and stuff."

"Perfect!" Haley grinned, nodding over at her sister she was coming. "We will meet you at Dark Moons in like thirty? Alex should be there in just a few."

"Alright Hales. I'll see you soon," she relaxed, rising up and thinking a nice night out with friends would be something that could make things just a bit better for her.

She really missed just hanging out with friends.

"Oh my god!" Brooke laughed as she walked arm in arm with her best friend back to their seat. "That guy was crazy," she glanced back to where some guy just tried to hit on Quinn. Failed terribly but tried.

"He was cute," Quinn defended before pausing a moment and the girls busted out laughing. "In his own creepy way I'm sure."

"Yeah whatever," she shook her head. "Thanks for getting me out tonight," she told her honestly, looking up at her best friend. "I really needed it."

"I know," she flashed a smile, knowing her best friend all too well. "You doing ok?"

"He came by last night…" she mumbled, sliding back in her chair at the bar. "And god Quinn… I wanted so badly to just forget everything and be with him again."

"Why didn't you?" the dirty blonde wondered, thinking if she wanted him back she should take him. Hell if he shows up at her house signs are good he wants her also.

"Because it hurt…" her voice cracked a bit. "I mean I know I screwed up but some of the things he said… I told him how scared I was he would leave me and he did. He left so fast my head spun and then…then when I go to him he is with Theresa?" she let out a dry laugh and Quinn glanced down, knowing how bad that looked. "How am I supposed to know he isn't going to just leave again?"

"Because he loves you," she shrugged. "And I know you are hurting now but god Cookie…he loves you so much and he was just hurt."

"Easton called him daddy…" she confessed, running her finger over the bottom of her class cup. "He thinks if he makes me happy then that means he is his daddy. How the hell am I supposed to explain to him he isn't?"

"I don't know…" Quinn frowned, truly wishing she could give her more and hating she couldn't.

"Me neither," she let out a dry laugh taking a long sip of her drink.

"Oh my god!" a buzzed red head dropped back down beside them laughing. "Your sister is nuts," she informed Quinn who laughed.

"I am not!" Haley appeared by their side. "I just love tequila shots!" she announced and the group laughed.

"Don't we all," Brooke raised her glass and took another sip.

"Nathan!" Haley lit up when she noticed her boy walking through the door, people by his side Brooke didn't want to see. "What are you doing here?" she threw her arms around him and kissing him. The brunette boy swearing he could get drunk off it.

"Getting a drink with the guys," he pulled back chuckling. "Having a good night I assume?" he questioned, the group missing the smirk a certain tan guy sent towards the brunette who honestly gagged in her mouth.

"The best! We have tequila!" she lifted her empty glass and he shook his head smiling at her.

"Try to limit her to five," he pleaded to his soon to be sister in law who laughed.

"We are trying."

"But babe, you know I love you more than anything but it's a girls' night," Haley reminded him. "So you boys just go sit on over there or something," she waved her hand towards the back room and the guys laughed.

"Ok baby, we will go sit over there. You just be careful alright?" he asked and she nodded. "Watch her?"

"We have an eye on her Nate, no worries," Brooke promised and he sent her a wink and thank you.

"Don't leave without telling me," he kissed her quickly before stepping away.

"Brooke…" Felix flashed her that damn smirk that again made her skin crawl.

"Bastard," she muttered and Quinn gave her leg a comforting pat.

"Don't let him get to you and ruin your night," she whispered and Brooke nodded.

"My boy is so cute," Haley plopped back in her seat and stared at her lover. "Love that boy."

"We know," Rachel laughed, thinking Haley announced her love for the brunette boy about a thousand times that night.

"Yeah…but shots!" she threw her hand up and the group laughed. Brooke trying really hard to get back into the fun night and ignore the stares she felt creeping up her neck.

Gripping his hands tight and releasing them, he made his way across the street to the local bar he knew his friends were located. With a million things racing through his mind he felt his blood boil at the thought of someone hurting Brooke, the thought of someone he considered a friend hurting her.

"Are you going to even ask him?" Clay followed quickly behind; swearing he never saw his friend so angry.

"Nope," he answered simply, yanking on the glass door, a few eyes traveled over to him, however most just continued with their friends, family or whoever was sitting with them.

"Hey Luke," Owen, the bartender greeted from behind the bar. "Want a beer?" he questioned but the blonde just ignored him and continued his trail to the back.

"Lucas?" Brooke turned to see him, him completely overlooking her as he moved quickly to the back table. "Clay what's wrong?" she asked her friend, not liking the look on his face.

"He knows…" he rushed behind his friend, hoping he didn't do anything stupid.

"Knows what?" Quinn asked and Brooke's eyes grew wide.

"Oh no," she grabbed her purse from the bar and quickly following behind him.

"Brooke!" Quinn called quickly following them all.

"Hey man," Nathan glanced up from the table to see his brother, suddenly not at all liking the look on his face. "You alright?" he questioned, the blonde again ignoring him and having his eyes narrowed on one person, a person who looked a little confused but keeping his damn smirk.

"You alright Luke?" he raised a dark brow, his lip twitching upward, the blonde letting out a deep growl before his eyes narrowed and hands latched onto his collar. Jerking him upward, the table fills with gasp and wide eyes as he throws his friend up against the wall.

"Whoa!" Nathan dove upward; gripping his brother's shoulder and feeling all the rage build in him. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"Got a problem Luke?" Felix arched a brow, that damn smirk still staying in place. Him pretty sure he knew what set off the normally calm blonde.

"What did you do to her?" he growled, his hands tightening on his collar.

"I didn't do anything…" he shrugged innocently and his blue eyes turned a dark gray.

"Felix…" his jaw locked as he shuffled his feet forward. "You knew…" he stated waiting for him to deny it and wasn't too surprised when he didn't. "You knew she was there…you knew she-"

"Was a slut?" he finished for him with a light chuckle shaking his head. "Luke face it, your girl is a slut," he cut his eyes over at the brunette girl who looked like she just got hit in the gut. "Anything I did she wanted," he shrugged.

"Lucas!" Brooke shrieked when in a moment no one had time to react to, he reached back and landed a blow to his friend's face.

"Luke stop!" Nathan latched onto his brother's arm when he threw hit after hit to the man's face. Felix pulling back to throw his own but Clay grabbed it and shoved him back.

"What is your problem?" Felix snapped, spitting the blood from his mouth. "She is a piece of ass! She takes her clothes off for money for Christ sakes!" he yelled, Lucas lounging forward and his brother shoving him back. "What is it about her and that damn kid that makes you such a dumb ass?"

"You watch your fucking mouth. Or I swear to god…" Lucas hissed, thrusting his finger forward and eyes narrowing on him.

"Luke…chill out!" Nathan snapped, never seeing his brother so enraged before.

"Lucas…" her voice sounding so weak in the loud noise and her hand placed on his arm. His eyes jerking over towards her and squinting confused to when she got there. "Stop it…" she begged, sliding between the two of them. "Please just stop…" her soft hand slid to his cheek and she watched his eyes flicker with something as they looked down at her.

"Damn…" Felix let out a chuckle shaking his head. "Must be a hell of a fuck to control you like that. Not surprised, seen the way she spins on a pole," he smirked and again the gray returned in the blonde's eyes.

"You are such a jealous piece of shit," all eyes landed on the dirty blonde.

"And what do I have to be jealous of?" he laughed at the thought.

"Everything!" Quinn threw her hands up. "For years I have watched you try so damn hard to compete with Luke and you lose, every god damn time! And then…then you find the one small thing that is off and hold it over her head. Remind her and make her fear you because you knew how Lucas would react if he knew. So you sat there with that damn cocky smirk the whole time knowing you were about to just ruin something for him."

"It worked…" he shrugged. "Last I checked he kicked her ass to the curb," he tossed his hand up and Brooke frowned as she glanced down. Her body getting a chill when the familiar feeling of his arms wrap around her.

"You wanted her," Quinn let out a laugh. "You wanted her and you hate that once again Lucas beat you. Because he won Felix! He has her and there isn't a damn thing you can do or say about it."

"Nate…" Owen walked over, his eyes scanning the group. "Ya'll need to chill out or you have to go," he cut his eyes over at the blonde and his cut hands. Really not wanting to throw him out being he was a good friend.

"It's fine man…" Nathan promised. "Just a heated discussion. Things are mellowing out."

"I'm leaving," Lucas threw his hands up. "Sorry about the commotion," he tossed his friend some cash, knowing any mess they caused the cash covers. "You stay the hell away from Brooke…" he threw his finger up at the man before him. "I'm not kidding Felix," something flashing in his eyes no one had ever seen before.

"Luke…" Brooke touched his hand, hating how he was glaring daggers at his friend. "Broody come on…let's go," she begged and slowly started to push him backwards. Him keeping his eyes on his friend the whole way towards the door before spinning out it.

"That bastard," he grumbled running his hand through his hair. "He is such a piece of shit…"

"Luke…" she shivered in the cold, running her hands up and down her arms in hopes to warm up.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" he spun to face her and she flinched back. "I mean you should have told me what he was doing…what happened."

"I know… I know I should but…but can we go somewhere? Please?" she begged not wanting to have this conversation out in public. "It's cold and…and people are staring…" she stated and he glanced around. "Broody…" she slipped her hand in his and his eyes snapped down to her. "Please just…go somewhere with me."

"Alright…" he agreed with a shake of his head. "Alright…" he stepped passed her and towards his car, with a heavy sigh her following.

The car ride was awkward.

The walk up to his apartment was awkward.

And the moment of just standing in the center of his living room as he moved around was the worst of all. She didn't know what to say or how to say it. Just the other night she felt like she was in control of what was going on between them. Like she had the upper hand and just like the flip of a switch it all changed and again she stood alone hoping he didn't hate her.

"Where's Easton at?" he finally questioned, taking a long sip of the drink in front of him. The ice rattling against the sides and the dark liquid burning all the way down.

"Alex is watching him tonight…" she slowly swayed her way towards, sliding herself up beside him and watched him swallow hard at her closeness. "Just really needed a night out for once," she shrugged and his eyes cut over to her, running down her barely cladded self and his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah…" his hand gripped tight as he took another sip of his drink.

"Luke, your hand," she frowned, reaching to touch it and his hand flinched back. "Why are you mad at me?" her temper flared up a bit confused. "Just last night you are at my place, telling me you miss me and now…now I can't even touch you? Screw you Lucas!" she shoved away from him annoyed. "I'm so over this hot and cold game you keep playing…" she spun on her feet and towards the door. "God I hate men…" she growled, grabbing her purse from where she dropped it and yanking it on her arm.

"Brooke…" he grabbed her arm and yanked her around to face him.

"What?" she hissed but didn't have a moment to think before his lips slammed hard into hers. So hard it made her stumble back a step, his arm sliding to secure around her waist and tug her into him. Dropping her arm so her purse fell by her side, she lifted her hand to slide her fingers through his hair and gripped tight.

His hand sliding down her side and gripping on the hem off her dress, tugging it up as it scrunched on her side and he stumbled her back towards his room. Tripping in the darkness, they stumble towards his bed, their mouths never really leaving each other as they fall upon it.

"Luke…" her eyes flutter shut and head drops back when he starts to trail the line of kisses down her neck, sucking hard on that one spot that drove her mad and started to tug her dress up her body. Kissing his way down her, he loved the gasp and moans that released her as she pulled her dress over her head and threw it to the side. Dancing her hands across the buttons of his shirt she quickly removed it and thanked the heavens when his pants quickly joined them.

"Uh god…" her head fell back in the pillow when she felt him rock his hips against her throbbing center. His long fingers curling around the side of her laced pants and tugging them down, not caring they weren't fully off when he threw his sheet over them and yanked on his boxers. A low growl releasing from him when he locked his lips back onto hers and slowly slipped himself into her.

Lying beside him she watched as he looked at her. His eyelids weighing heavy and his breathes finally back to normal as they laid there. The only sound coming from the room being the light tap of the chain on his fan every time it spun. Pulling herself closer to him, she tugged his sheet higher on her body as she lifting her chin, her nose grazing over his before she gave him a gentle kiss.

"I miss you Lucas…" she whispered out, reaching her hand up to stroke across his cheek. "Easton misses you…"

"I know…" he nodded, hating the crack in her voice as he slid his hand up her side. "I just don't get why you didn't tell me…"

"About Felix?"

"About everything…" he let out a dry laugh shaking his head. "I would have given you the world if you let me…"

"I know…" her eyes glazed over as she sucked in a deep breath. "But I was scared. I was so scared what you would think of me…think less of me," she glanced down, wrapping herself tighter in his sheet. "I was so afraid to let you in and then I did and I was so afraid of you suddenly not being there."

"I wouldn't have gone anywhere. All you had to do was tell me you needed help and you have to know I would have been there for you Brooke. I don't care about your past, we all have one. We all have done things we aren't proud of and I understand you had to do what you had to do to take care of Easton. But I just… I don't get why you didn't tell me you needed help."

"You used to always tell me how proud you were that I took care of myself. And I wanted to be that girl for you Luke. The independent one who didn't make you feel I was with you for what you could offer me," she explained and he frowned a bit. "And you called me perfect…and for the first time in years someone looked at me in a way that said I was something…and I didn't want to lose that. It scared me to think what you would think of me and how you would suddenly look at me."

"But I loved you…" he whispered and her eyes closed. "And I loved Easton and I wouldn't have gone anywhere…"

"But you did…" she reminded him. "You left…"

"I left…" he let out a long breath. "I left that night because I was…hurt. And I wanted to blame someone for that hurt and it was you. But that doesn't mean if you hadn't be honest with me I would have left. All I wanted was you honest with me Brooke."

"I know…" she nodded quickly. "I know you did. And I'm sorry," her voice cracked and pressure her built in her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did and I'm sorry I embarrassed you and I'm sorry for all of it. But please please believe me when I tell you that it was all me. It was because I was ashamed and embarrassed and it had nothing to do with my trust of you…my trust in you."

"I know…took me a bit to get it but I do know that now," he nodded knowing it was more of her being scared. He realized that over the last few days, learned to understand that it wasn't because she didn't love him or trust him…it was just because she is a single mom who got scared. "But…but would you just tell me how you knew Felix? I mean did you know he knew me? That we were friends?"

"No!" she rushed to tell him quickly. "I hadn't had a clue he knew you. He…he was just some guy who came in. We never did anything seriously; I never even took my clothes off for him. I swear to you Lucas I honestly just danced…I just danced for everyone."

"What do you mean serious stuff?"

"I…" she rolled up on her back and stared at the ceiling. Knowing she couldn't look at him as she told him about some other man touching her. "I just danced on him…and sometimes…sometimes he got rough. Grabbed me and jerked me. He…he liked to kiss on my neck…" she swallowed the large lump in her throat and felt him tense beside her. "But we never kissed…I in a really stupid way find that a very intimate act and don't do that just randomly with people. And after I met you…" she turned her head to face him. "Just some guy looking at me made me feel like I was the worst person in the world…"

"Brooke…"

"That night of that big banquet we went to…" she swallowed the large lump and sniffed a bit. "I thought the night was perfect. I was so positive that night was going to be the night for us to…" she trailed off and glanced around the mess of a bed. "And I told Quinn I loved you…" she shook her head with a dry laugh. "And I told her how I was going to tell you that night but then…then we were around to leave and I turned around and he was there. Yet he never told me his real name so I just couldn't register it was him. And then I panicked because just like that he made me feel like that person again. The one in the dark club with all those dirty men and I…I got slapped in the face that you were so much better than I ever would be. And every time he came in after that he just kept reminding me. Telling me how I had to do what he wanted because he would tell you and you would leave me. How it wouldn't look good for you or the team to know the owners girlfriend was stripper…"

"He…he came in after he knew you were with me?" his temper build in him as she nodded.

"Started to see him a lot more after that. Loved hanging that over my head," she let out a dry laugh.

"Did…did he hurt you?" he wondered and hated the long pause and pain flashing through her eyes.

"Not like Carter did…" she told him glancing down. "But I think sometimes he did stuff in hopes you would see it. Sometimes bite my neck or squeeze my wrist too tight. It was like he wanted you to question me on it and you never did…" she shrugged. "So I guess he just stepped up his game and brought you by…"

"I don't think I've ever hated someone so much in my life," he confessed, running his hand through her hair and gripping onto it. "And if it wasn't the fact you were beside me right now, I'd go find him and destroy him."

"Please don't…" she begged, turning her head and kissing the palm of his hand. "We will figure this out Luke…figure it all out together but please…please don't go off like you did tonight. It scared me…"

"Don't be scared Pretty Girl…" he relaxed a bit beside her. Turning her chin up to brush his lips against hers. "I won't do anything if you promise me something…"

"Anything…" she let out a sigh along his lips, swearing when he was kissing her she would just agree to anything.

"Move in with me…" he shrugged, leaning in to kiss her but she pulled back with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I want to protect you Brooke…I want to take care of you and Easton and I want to know you are always safe. I want you here with me."

"Lucas I… I can't. I mean we…we aren't like we used too. I mean are we even together anymore?" she questioned not sure where they stood.

"Doesn't this show we are back together?" he nodded his head at her body only covered in his sheet. "Or you just using me for my body?" he teased and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious Luke," she told him. "You can't just make some rash decision like this. You need time to think about it."

"I have thought about it…" he shrugged. "All I've done is thought about it and that night…that night when everything happened I was going to ask you too."

"You…you were?"

"Yeah… I called my mom and talked about it. Spoke to Quinn to see if it was too fast and then of course asked Clay's permission," he teased and she let out a laugh. "And all I had to do was get you to agree."

"Lucas…what about Easton? Do you know what it's like to have a baby around all the time?"

"I love Easton…" he told her and she got a gentle smile. "And…and the other day at lunch…" he swallowed the large lump forming in his throat and fearing what he was about to say might freak her out.

"The other day at lunch what?"

"He called me dad…" he gave a short shrug and her eyes closed. "And I swear nothing sounded so right in my life."

"Luke…"

"And I know I'm not his dad. He has a dad and it's not me but I mean…Keith isn't my real dad. However to me he is. And I just want to be someone he counts on. Someone he counts on and doesn't let him down."

"How long you planning on being around?" she let out a small laugh and he got a slight grin.

"As long as you let me be…" he rested his head against hers and gave her a smile. "So please…please move in with me. Please let me take care of you and make you happy. Please?" he begged nothing wanting more to spend his time taking care of her and Easton. They were his world in that moment and he just wanted them ok. Plus with Carter being around he knew he wanted to have an eye on them at all times. Her living half an hour away wasn't going to make that easy.

"O-ok…" she whispered and loved the smile that lit up his face. "Ok, I'll move in with you…" she let the feeling sink in her of that and slowly started to smile. Suddenly the thought of waking up beside him every morning and going to bed with him every night sounding perfect. And when he rolled over to kiss her she swore her decision was exactly right.

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