The light of the setting sun no longer peeked through their bedroom curtains. The shadows that were once there faded into the darkness that grew with every passing second. It's almost completely dark but the dim light from Jill's closet was just enough for them to see each other.

His fingers toy with the ends of her hair that now flows past her shoulder blades. The palm of his free hand continued its ministration of soothing circles on her back. He starts to feel the numbing pins and needles in his left foot, but he'll ignore it for her.

Then alert and attentive when her head leaves its place from being buried in his neck and she sits up before him. His eyes are on her but hers are cast down to his lap where they're bother connected.

"I used to have them before." She starts off with her voice low and a bit raspy. He stretches his arm over to the nightstand for the glass of water then hands it to her. She only takes a few sips before handing his back to him. He rests the glass back onto the nightstand and waits for her to continue.

"We moved around a lot as kids, you know that already." He nods knowing that for a fact. "It always started when daddy would come home randomly after being away for so long, shortly after he'd tell mom that we had to move again and every time he did it turned into an argument."

He listens and watches her intently as she continues to speak. "Mom would be upset because she really hated moving as much as my sisters and I did. We never really settled anywhere you know and I never really let myself because I knew it wouldn't last long." She said toying with the bow of her robe.

"Anyway, when she'd talk about it or tried to at least it kind of triggered him in a way, I guess. He'd get angry and start yelling then she'd start yelling, which startled me as a kid. It's scary to hear your parents yelling in a bedroom and have not much of an idea of what's going on."

Tears once again started to stream down her face but this time there was nothing frantic about her behavior. Both of his hands move up to her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheek wiping away the few tears streaming down her face. Her full brown eyes are surrounded by pools of red, and her bangs, which she usually keeps short, now sit low and wispy at her cheeks. He hates himself for thinking it at this moment he can't help the fact that she still looks so beautiful.

"I'd hear him go on about us being ungrateful, but we weren't I think Mama just wanted that stability for us." She coughed lightly but continued. "It was this one time before we moved to Georgia they were arguing- mostly he was, and it went on for so long. I was about 13 and I was in my room trying so hard to ignore it and tune them out in some way, but I just couldn't it was almost like I was visualizing them in my head and I just…"

"Panicked?" Tim finished and she nodded.

"I-I couldn't breathe, and I didn't know what to do so I just sat there in my bedroom for so long I don't even think I went down for dinner that night. I never mentioned it to Mom or anyone. It happened a few times after that, but I managed."

She took a deep breath and was silent for a while as she collected her thoughts.

"You don't have to do this now Jill, you can always tell me when you're ready." He tells her reassuringly.

Then, finally, she looked up at him, meeting his eyes and giving a small smile that nearly melted his heart.

"It's s'okay."

"I just thought that when I was old enough and got out of the house, went to college, and built a life of my own it would just stop."

"Did it?" He asked now, questioning if she'd ever been like this with him and he had no idea. Wondering if he had ever left her like this before after an argument while he'd go to do some senseless work on his hotrod.

"It did until..." She says throwing a hand in the air indicating her current situation. "Now I'm 48 years old and I feel like I'm back in my room again and lost."

"I'm so sorry." He tells her with his eyes downcast this time.

"It's okay Tim I think I just need you to, to be calm through all of this. I know it's a lot; trust me, I feel it too- "Her palm not pressed against his chest gathers his attention.

"-but all we can do is pray and hope for the best and do these sessions that Mark needs and just be there as parents." Her hand holding at his chin lifting so that his eyes are back on her.

"It just hurt me that I could scare you like that and cause this."

"You didn't scare me baby it's just something I never worked through not even in therapy, I've only told you." She told him shaking her head in the negative, she couldn't let him sit here and believe that even if it was somewhat true. His yelling did trigger her but in no way did he scare her.

He nods and is a bit surprised that even this far into their marriage they would still be learning things about her or her past. "I promise Jill that it won't happen again I really didn't mean to react like that or to cause any of this."

"I know." She gives a small smile knowing he is truly honest.

"I'll be sure to keep my emotions in check, okay." He cups the back of her head bringing her closer and places a kiss on her forehead.

She smirks, almost laughs, and says "Yeah, try to keep them in check anyway."

"What does that mean?" He asked confused.

"Remember that time Randy accidentally scratched your hotrod, and some paint came off, you could even pull yourself together you were a mess." She giggles all while telling him and he joined her laughing lightly.

"Hey, that was a very painful day for me. I think that physically hurt my hotrod, she hasn't been the same since." He says mocking seriousness with eyes filled with concern.

"She? Yeah, right." She laughs off.

The energy in the room became lighter and they held each other and smiled but as much as he loved it, they couldn't stay like that all night.

"Ready to get up?" He asked with hands on her hips.

She nodded and he then guided her up, however, it had been a little harder for him. He heard the chuckle come from her as he stood, and she heard the cracking in his knees. "Getting old tool man?"

"Hardly." He shot back. "Where are you going?" He had started to head to his side of the bed, but she was making headway somewhere else.

"Bathroom." She answered plainly.

"Why?" He blurted out and she looked at him like he just asked the most stupid thing.

"To wash my tear-streaked face and put on some clothes."

"No need you look great; you don't even need the robe." He tells her with the cheesiest smile which makes her roll her eyes and head into the bathroom.

"All right." He whispers to himself and follows behind her.

"Really, Tim?" She laughs when he enters the bathroom shortly after her.

"You're not the only one who needs to get ready for bed honey." He states as a matter of fact as he begins to remove his shirt.

She turns back around to look into the mirror and starts wiping away the remnants of makeup that was still on her face. Jill notices time watching her from the corner of her eyes, but she chooses to ignore it. She adds a dollop of facial cleanser into her hand, shuts her eyes then rubs in big circles. He doesn't watch her do this much, but she has and she's not taking her time like she usually does. Ultimately, he concludes that she's probably just in a hurry to get to bed.

She turns on the faucet and begins to rinse with her face low into the sink. He's already changed and ready, but he stays with her until she's done.

Her pajamas are resting on the far left with a towel underneath and she grabs them and stands closer to her. When she comes up, he hands her the towel and waits patiently.

She rests the towel down and she looks at the man towering over her with clothes in his hand, jumping his eyebrows provocatively. All she does is shake her head and laugh with a subtle blush on her cheeks. "Really?"

"Really."

His fingers lose the knot in the robe, and it immediately opens before him and exposes all of her. He starts with her bottoms holding them open as he places each foot in and pulls them up and legs and thighs until they're secured at her hips.

He then holds out her top and lets her slip each arm in. His fingers glide down the inner seam then start to loop every button in making his way up. As he does, they both take in the feeling of his fingers brushing against the warmth of her skin. The breath she takes is sharp when his knuckles graze against the swell of her breast, but both ignore it tonight being one of the obvious reasons.

He adjusts the collar of the purple silk top then smooths his hands down her sides. He grabs her toothbrush and hands it over to her and then grabs his.

When they're done, he steps back to dry his mouth and then tosses the medium-sized towel into the hamper.

He glances over at Jill who is done but is still standing in front of the mirror looking over herself and he has no clue as to what is going through her head.

She watches as he moves in close behind her his arms encircling her waist. He bends placing a kiss on her shoulder then moves to her neck where he continues to place light, delicate kisses there. Watching them in the reflection her visuals become blurry and the tears in her eyes threaten to fall once again.

Her hand reaches for him until it's settled behind his neck. "You still want to talk?" He asks genuinely and she can't help but feel love for him when he's so attentive to what she needs.

"No, just want to get into bed with you."

From there he guided them from the bathroom and turned off the light while leaving so their bedroom was completely dark. He pulls back the cover for her to get in then climbs in after her.

When they are both settled, he pulls her as close to him as possible. Their chests pressed together, and she nuzzles her face just below his chin. Tim holds her close with his palm on her back, there he can feel the slight tremble through her body.

"You scared?" he asks her, his voice carrying a greater volume in the silent room.

"So scared, he's our youngest son Tim, god how could we have missed it," she says with trembling in her voice. "I-I just don't want to lose him."

"We won't baby he's going to get the help he needs, and he has us. Everything is going to be okay." He tells her he is willing to believe it too. His goal right now is to keep her calm, so she doesn't panic again.

"We have to tell Brad and Randy, Wilson, mo-"She goes to continue but he cuts her off.

"And we will as soon as we're ready too, Sleep Jill." He rocks her lightly once again placing a kiss on her forehead.

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