Spencer and Trina stood on the porch of a ranch-style house that was filled with warm, good memories for Trina. Spencer kept his arms around her, wanting to keep her close so she'd feel more steady.

"Is this it?" Spencer asked, hoping that they had the right place. He was so worried about Trina. He just wanted to get her to a place where she had a least a little bit of peace and happiness.

Trina nodded, smiling as the nice warm memories of her childhood filled her mind. She already felt a sense of safety and calm here. The same safety and calm that had filled her childhood thanks to the people inside. "Yes. This is the place. I need to be here. I feel...like me here…"

Spencer kissed the side of her head and nodded. "I hope they don't mind guests…"

"They won't. I'm always welcome here," Trina smiled, knocking on the door with one hand while the other arm remained wrapped around her husband. She rested her head against his chest, her most favorite spot on Spencer's body. She could hear his heart, which was something consistent and steady and calmed her almost instantly.

The sound of footsteps was heard from within and the door was soon opened by a familiar African American man that Spencer recognized as Trina's grandfather, Sterling Robinson.

"Trina? Is that you, sweetheart?" Sterling stared in shock.

"Yes granddad, it's me. I decided to come see y'all for a few days," Trina finally stepped away from Spencer to hug her grandfather. "I really wanted to see you and Grams. I hope that's alright."

"Of course it is! You're always welcome, sweetie! Your Grams is going to be as pleased as punch to see your pretty face!" Sterling Robinson hugged his granddaughter tight.

"Granddad, you remember Spencer, right? You met him at mom's wedding to Curtis...he's my husband now, as you probably know," Trina introduced.

"Oh yes, your mom did say that you had gotten married," Sterling nodded at the young man that he did indeed remember. He had suspected that the young gentleman was smitten with his granddaughter the way the boy couldn't keep his eyes off her, so it was no surprise that the two were now married. "Well, come on in. Your grandmother will throw a fit if she even suspects I kept you out here on the porch."

Spencer looked around as Sterling ushered them into the cozy-looking house that was all warm colors and delicious scents of flowers, mint, and cooking food. It was a home...the kind of home that he wished that he had grown up in.

"Sterling, who is at the...Trina? Is that you sugar?" An elderly woman the same age as Sterling came out. She reminded Spencer a lot of Portia with her light skin and Portia-shaped eyes.

"Grams!" Trina flew into her grandmother's embrace, tears pouring from her eyes as she was finally in the arms of the one person she had been dying to see. "I've missed you so much!"

"Oh sweetie, I've missed you too! Why didn't you call and tell us you were coming? I would have been more prepared, made your favorite meal and everything?" Sheila Robinson hugged her granddaughter tight and then pulled away to get a good look at her. "Oh and look at you! Still as pretty as a picture and you're glowing too! Grown into a beautiful young lady!"

"Oh Grams, you always go overboard on the compliments," Trina blushed, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I don't know. I think she's right. You are as pretty as a picture," Spencer smiled.

"You are especially biased," Trina smiled, taking Spencer's hand. "Gram, I want to introduce you to my husband Spencer Cassadine. I'm assuming that mom told you that I had gotten married."

"She had, but she didn't tell me how handsome your new husband is," Gram smiled. "Welcome Spencer. I can tell by the way my granddaughter is looking at you that you make her very happy."

Spencer smiled. "I'm trying to. I really do love her, ma'am."

"I hope so. She deserves someone who loves her the way Sterling loves me, yes?" Sheila Robinson chuckled. "I wouldn't want anything less for our Trina."

"So, not that I'm not happy to have you here, but what's brought you to Texas? Portia didn't say that you were coming."

"That's because she doesn't know. This trip is kind of spur of the moment. I...I really needed to see you, Grams," Trina sniffed, feeling her emotions rising up once again.

Seeing that Trina was upset, Sheila took Trina's hand and gently stroked her cheek. "Baby, what's wrong? Something happened that sent you running to Grams like you used to when your momma made you upset over something or other. I always managed to make it better. Did Portia do something again?"

Trina sobbed and nodded. "Yes...but...I don't think you can make it better this time, Grams."

"Honey, what did she do?"

Trina sniffed, her chest aching as her mind again went over what she suspected had happened.

"I...I can't talk about it right now. It's just...it's been a long flight and we're both exhausted…"

"Oh, of course. You can tell me all about it once you've gotten some rest. Just take the room that was your mother's, you know where it is…"

"Grams? That's mom's room...why?"

"It has a queen-sized bed whereas your room only has a twin. I'm pretty sure that you'd want your man with you. Am I right?" Sheila's smile was warm and teasing.

Trina blushed and laughed, feeling embarrassed. "Of course. I'm silly for not even thinking about that. Of course, I want Spencer with me. He's the best teddy bear I've ever had."

"I bet he is. I remember that first year of marriage to Sterling. You couldn't tear me away from his side. I was so in love...I still am," Sheila lovingly smiled at her husband.

Seeing the familiar love of soulmates between the elderly couple, Trina and Spencer's eyes met, each wondering if they were looking into their future. They wanted that for themselves. To grow old together and still be just in love then as they were now.

"There's no need to show us to the room, Grams. I know where it is. Spencer has our bags," Trina smiled, feeling her anxiety just beginning to fade. She smiled, feeling good about her decision to come here and leave Port Charles behind.

Trina motioned for Spencer to follow her and she led him to the room that was at the end of a long hall. She opened the door to reveal a large room with a queen-sized bed with floral bedding that sat center on the left wall with a nightstand on each side, a dresser at the foot, and a closet to the right of the bed. There was also a window that looked out onto the garden.

"Here we are. Home sweet home for the next couple of days," Trina sighed, collapsing onto the bed as Spencer sat their suitcases at the foot of the bed. He smiled as he went to sit next to her.

"I like your grandparents. They're nice and they love you and love each other," Spencer took Trina's hands in his. "I also understand why you wanted to come here."

"You do?" Trina looked at him, noticing that the tension that usually filled him seemed to be gone now.

"It's safe here. No one is scheming or plotting or stabbing each other in the back. There's just...pure love and safety here," Spencer shrugged. "Normalcy is here…"

Trina felt a pang in her heart, understanding what Spencer was saying and especially understanding why he had panicked and tried to send her away, so sure that she was in danger. Back in Port Charles, especially in that mansion, surrounded by Cassadines, he felt unsafe. He felt like everything and everyone he held dear was in danger. The feeling of unease and anxiety had been wrapped around him like a cloak. He may not have even realized it, but he felt unsafe there. Here, he probably felt safe for the first time in his young life, and that made her hurt for him. A tear appeared in her eyes and she quickly wiped it away, hoping that he didn't see.

"Are you crying?" Spencer asked, spotting the tear.

"I guess. I don't know….it's just...I think that I understand you a lot more now and...it hurts to know what I've just realized…"

Spencer frowned, not really getting her. Did she realize that this marriage was a mistake after all? She didn't want him anymore? He could understand, after what he had done, but still, it hurt. But he had hurt her, so he deserved it. "What do you mean? What did you realize?"

"Back home...in Port Charles...you never felt safe have you?"

"What do you mean?"

She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as his arms wrapped around her in return. "Your family is a very dangerous family. We know that...and growing up…you came across the most dangerous of them and it scared you. I remember you telling me about Helena. How scary she was and how you hid out in your father's room until she went away."

Spencer couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah...that day was kind of wild. Father didn't believe that I saw her at first...then she appeared in Wyndemere and he ordered me to his room. She had the coldest eyes. Normally a great grandmother would be kind and loving and have warmth in her eyes...but Helena...her eyes were as cold as ice and her smile...it was like a snake...I'm so glad that you never have to meet her."

"So am I…"

"It was just apparent that it was not safe to be a Cassadine...especially when Valentin showed up and was claiming the family fortune and my grandmother sent me off to boarding school to protect me...it was never safe for me in Port Charles...at least that was the message I had gotten...and...I guess on some level, it stuck. So when Stefan showed up and I heard his threats to Cyrus...my mind kept telling me that you weren't safe. Not as long as you were part of the Cassadine family...and I tried so hard to let you go. It was killing me because I wanted you so badly...but I couldn't have you in danger."

"But you don't feel any danger here, right? You feel safe for the first time in a long time?"

Spencer sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah, I do."

Trina kissed his cheek and rubbed his back gently, forgetting her own problems as she became focused on Spencer. "Spencer...you are safe here and you're safe in Port Charles. No one will ever hurt you again."

"Trina…"

"Not while I'm around."

Spencer chuckled, his eyes showing just how touched he was by Trina's words. "That's a song, you know."

"I know. It applies."

Spencer smiled and kissed her deeply before pulling away and resting his forehead against hers. "It applies to you as well. I will stand between you and our baby and the hounds of hell. I'm not going to let anyone harm you, Cassadine or otherwise."

"I think I'm safe from all things Cassadine," Trina smiled. "You know...this marriage...it's a give and take kind of thing. You protect me and I protect you and nothing will ever get to us because we protect each other. So no more pushing me away, because you need me."

"I do...I didn't realize just how much until I couldn't breathe anymore because you weren't in my life."

"That's exactly how I felt…"

"Well, at least I can relax here. I know for sure that we're both safe. No criminally minded uncless or psycho exes...it's just...normal."

Trina smiled and kissed his cheek before breaking out in a big yawn. "Well, I don't know about you, but I can use a nap. That was a long flight. Let me text Aunt Gia that we made it to Texas and then we can get a bit of shut-eye."

"That's a good idea," Spencer smiled, watching as Trina texted her aunt and then put the phone away as she slid under the lavender-scented covers.

Kicking off his shoes, Spencer did the same, feeling more relaxed than he had ever felt in his life. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt more positive than ever that everything was going to be alright. Bringing Trina here was the right thing to do.