Stephen examined Abby's wrists from where Tom had grabbed her earlier that day.
"I swear if he weren't dead, I would kill him," he grumbled.
"Don't say that Stephen. It wasn't his fault."
"I don't care. You're covered in bruises. You're arms must be in pain."
"Not really. 'Sides I'm a big girl. I can handle the pain."
"Course you can," he chuckled kissing her softly.
"Come on let's go to bed," she said taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.
"What about Conner?"
"What about him?"
"What if he comes in?"
"Stephen, why would Conner come into my room in the middle of the night when there is no storm scheduled. Seriously, he's a big boy, he can handle staying in his own room."
"Well, I know that I would try to sneak in your room if I was living with you."
"Yes but you're a flirt so it's different. Now come on, it's been a long day. I'm tired."
"Fine" he say following her to her room.
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Sorry, the past two haven't been all that great…
Spike