Author's Note: Once school starts I will have to slow down a bit with the updates, but I will not just abandon it. I will tell you guys if I do go anywhere where I may not be able to update for a few days. Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoy. Love you all bunches, enjoy.

"Sara, what are you doing!?" Crowley exclaims partly angry, and he is also partly hurt. Everything Crowley is feeling is turning into extreme rage. "Answer me!" he shouts as he stares glaring at Sara's pale face looking at the older model suitcase she is holding.

Sara clears her throat and wipes the tears from underneath her beautiful blue eyes that are still misty with tears. She looks up at Crowley and tells him feeling just as angry, "It doesn't really feel all the best to be called irresponsible! You told me that I couldn't raise a family! You are just as mean and angry like you always were! I thought that maybe you were different than you used to be! I was the wrong one!" Crowley's mouth drops open.

Wrapping his fingers in Sara's silky brown hair, Crowley pulls her head backwards and looks into her terrified eyes. "You think I was mean then!? You were whoring yourself out for money! I watched you die from a disease, and I loved you through it! How is that mean!? I was loyal! I loved you, and you left me! I don't want to hear another word about being mean!" Crowley screams in her face and punches her along her cheek bone before releasing her hair.

In tears, Sara falls to her hands and knees. She shakily stands up and tells Crowley in a shy, timid voice, "Okay, you are right. I'm sorry. I should not have said anything of that nature. It won't happen again. I am going to fix the girls lunch." Sara brushes past him to the stairs.

"Good girl," Crowley mutters with a satisfied smirk on his face. He strides down the large staircase into the kitchen. Haillie and Ava sit at the table waiting for Sara to finish making their sandwiches. Ava eyes the bruise along Sara's cheekbone. "She fell and hit her face on the dresser in her room, Ava. That is nothing," Crowley lies to reassure the young girl. Ava nods satisfied with that answer.

Crowley sits in his chair and begins to think about the past times he has had with Sara. Was he mean? Sara had walked over to their old, small sofa and sat down with her long dress still flowing. "I've said it before, but I love you so much. You were young, only seventeen when I first saw you. Your skin felt so soft you smelled so clean. You were well taken care of even though your family was so, so poor. Your heart was pure. Until the day that I walked in the door. You were looking for me and so much more than you had ever had before. I changed everything you ever believed in. And you could've found a better guy that wasn't everything that I was. I'll love you till the day I die, Sara. You are everything to me."

Sara kissed his lips ever so softly. Her head rested on his shoulder covered by a suit jacket. He lit a cigarette, his eyes half open. She had handed him his drink. That's the only way he could sleep at night, but sometimes things would get out of hand when he would drink too much. Then he would drink more as his only way of coping.

"Is it okay if I call you Daddy?" Ava asks Crowley breaking his focused concentration before he could get to the bad part. Ava looks at him as it takes him a minute to adjust back into the real world. He grins a bit to relax her nerves. "So I can?" Ava questions again. Crowley nods with a small smile on his face. It's not true, but it's there for the kids. They don't need to know everything that is going on behind closed doors in the house. Ava smiles brightly.

As he glances over, Crowley sees Sara has plastered on a fake smile, too. She carries over a plate for Ava. She takes it happily. She giggles to herself as she takes a bite. Smiling still, Sara puts cheese slices in front of Haillie in her high chair. Haillie giggles, too.

With a small sigh, Crowley walks over to Sara. She looks frightened up at him. Her face is partly swollen from where he hit her. He grasps her chin softly to turn her face towards to light. "You should put some ice on that," Crowley instructs quietly, so the kids can't hear. Sara nods as her eyes still look at the ground. She can't even bare to look Crowley in his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Sara. You were right. I was mean, and I guess I still partly am. I promise that nothing of this nature will ever happen again. I won't stand in your way if you wish to still leave. It's your call," Crowley tells her feeling absolutely horrible.

She kisses his lips gently and passionately. She tells him in a hushed whisper to spare the kids, "I am not going anywhere. I know you do things that you regret and don't mean. I do the same thing. I know when you hit me you were just angry. I know that you won't do it again, so I'm not going anywhere. Trust me." They both smile at each other lovingly.

"I love you," Crowley says to Sara. He passionately kisses her red lips. She runs her fingers through his dark hair. He laughs playfully as she smiles at him. He snaps and dinner appears on the countertop. "You did say I wouldn't have to cook," Sara comments giggling hard.

Ava walks over to Crowley and pulls on his hand. He looks down to see concern written all over her face. "What is it Ava?" Crowley asks picking her up. Tears start to flow from her little brown eyes. Crowley tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Why do you hit people?"