Bill pov:

The door to the room startles me awake. "Let's go." Stan says he's barely there, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What time is it?" I ask as I decide not to argue and get out of bed.

"It's late enough, the sooner we leave the sooner i can not think without putting you in my path. Be in the car in five minutes." he says and i can see him gripping something in his pocket.

I quickly get changed and grab our stuff, glancing at the clock as I close the door. Midnight, he was gone for three hours, I had just barely fallen asleep.

I get in the car after putting our stuff in the back.

I hesitate before shutting the door of the car. "You aren't on anything right now are you?" i ask and he fixes me with a cold glare.

"No im not, no matter how much I would like to be. Im safe to drive i promise, now shut the door." he says his voice hollow.

I shrink back and shut the door. "Im sorry, for -"

"I don't need your damn apology! I just need quiet damn it. Just sleep over there, ill wake you if i wanna talk about stupid shit. And quit lookin at me like im a hurt animal!" he shouts as she pulls the car out of the parking spot, his hands gripping the wheel tight.

I sit quietly, my hands in my lap.

I feel the car slow to a stop as I come to. I open my eyes and Stan gets out of the car, his door slamming shut. I look around,a gas station, and the sun still isn't up.

I get out of the car and stretch, Stan looks up at me from the pump. "Go get somethin ta' snack on and go to the bathroom. I'm not stoppin for the next four hours if i can help it. Just grab me a couple energy drinks and I'll be fine." he says and turns his attention back to the car.

Getting back into the car with the snacks and stans drinks i buckle up. I lean back and close my eyes. Stan's door opens and he gets in. his drink fizzes as he opens it. A minute later he starts the car.

"Sorry for yellin at ya. It's not your fault." he mumbles and the car starts moving again as i bite my lip, knowing it's partially my fault.

A while later I'm startled awake by stan yelling and honking the horn at a car on the side of the road as we pass it. My heart pounding in my chest. I look down and notice his arm holding me in place.

"Fucker was goin way to fast, tried to pass us and lost control on the ice." he says a bit calmer, when he notices im awake, and he puts his hand back on the wheel. " We have about an hour left of the drive but I need to pull over at a rest stop next chance we get." he says as he glances over his shoulder, back at the car on the side of the road.

As we pull up to the cabin, Stan's mood turns foul and a glare fixes onto his face as he puts the car in park.

I get out and stretch as Stan gets out and slams the door shut. "Im walkin from here." he growls out and tosses me the car key.

The front door of the cabin opens and ford is standing there shocked with a cup of coffee, in pjs. "Didn't expect you guys back till tonight." he says and i shake my head at ford but it's too late.

Stan stops walking away, and fixes ford with a glare. "Oh dont let me spoil the day then." he shouts and flips ford off before continuing his walk home.

~~lets skip a day~~

Ford pov:

"Come on my angel, take off your shirt. Let me feel that soft skin I've missed so much." I say softly as I kiss his neck and play with the bottom of his shirt. "Come on, I know you aren't shy about stripping." I grin as I feel him lean into my touch.

"Promise you wont be mad at me?" he asks softly and my heart melts.

I kiss his neck one more time for good measure and nod. "Why would I be mad, especially if you are stripping for me?" I coo, a cheeky grin on my face.

A light blush spreads on his face and he takes a step back from me, and pulls his shirt off over his head. I look at him confused, then he turns around.

"Do you like it?" he asks hesitantly and my voice is caught in my throat.

I reach out and trace the lines carefully and he shivers under my touch. The lines are beautifully drawn, as it covers all of his upper back resting in between his shoulder blades. As i get lost in the lines on his back he glances over his shoulder at me.

"Cheesy for a demon to get their summoning circle inked on them huh…." he looks a little deflated when I glance up to his eyes.

"No." I breathe out and he gives me a small smile. "It's absolutely stunning. Was this what delayed you guys?" I ask as he turns back around to hug me.

He nods into my chest and I shake my head and grin. "So ma called while dad was out." I say a grin on my face and I feel Bill tense up a little.

"Said you guys got the perfect dress, and discussed alterations with the shop already. Were you pressured into a dress, or did you want something else for the wedding, ma didn't tell me anything till after she bought it." I say and Bill relaxes into me as I sway us back and forth.

"I want the dress…." he mumbles and I grin and kiss the top of his head.

Fiddleford pov:

I watch quietly from the window as Stan smokes outside in the snow, a bottle in his other hand. He hasn't said a word to me since he got back. Not that I can blame him.

Every time he's caught me looking at him he's given me a glare that could freeze summer.

I sigh and head to my room, he had been sleeping in here with me before, almost every night but he didn't last night. I sigh at the thought and flop down on the bed and grab his pillow and bury my face in it.

"I'm sorry." I mumble.