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Jess stood in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest, and for awhile, she just watched.

And while she stood there, she couldn’t help smile.

“I would ask what you’re doing, but I’m a little afraid of the answer.”

She walked into the room and sat down on the sofa next to her husband who was currently trying to get their 2 week old son to sleep. He wasn’t having much luck with it though.

He glanced over at her and shook his head. “I don’t think that he likes me very much.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his comment and reached over, placing her hand on his arm. “Don’t be crazy, you’re his daddy and he loves you.”

Paul looked over at her again and raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually sure about that?”

“Yes I’m sure.” She laughed again. “You’re a good father Paul, he’s just a little unsettled is all.”

“Oh well if that’s all he is, then that’s ok.” He answered. “God only knows Jess, what I would do without you. Riley and I would be living in squalor, both curled into tiny bawling balls.”

Jess nodded back at him. “Oh definitely, I can picture that.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Bawling balls huh?”

“Now you’re making fun of me?”

She nodded back at him and flashed a smile. “Only a little bit though. I wouldn’t worry so much about it Paul. He’s only 2 weeks old, and you’ll find that routine with him, I know you will.”

“Well it’s a lot easier for you, than it is for me.” He pointed out. “At least he likes you.”

“Paul.” She laughed. “Ok, do you want me to put him to bed, I was thinking of turning in myself.”

He glanced up at her and smiled. “You go, I’ve got it.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded in response. “Yes, I’m sure, maybe by the time you get up in the morning he’ll actually like me.”




“What the hell are you talking about?”

“OK, what did you miss about the 4?”

Lincoln rolled over, tucking his arm up under the pillow. “Stu, what are you talking about?” He sighed heavily, waiting for his boyfriend to give a reasonable, sane explanation, he wasn’t holding his breath though.

“There’s only 4 days left.”

Lincoln sighed again. “4 days. Stu come on don’t do this again. Besides I thought that I was the one who was freaking out over this.”

“Yeah well you were, now its my turn.” He shifted on the bed and threw his arm out, smacking Lincoln on the shoulder.

Shaking his head, he propped himself up and leant over, switching on the lamp on the nightstand. “Stuart, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m freaking out, you should recognize the gesture.” He answered. He fell back against the pillows, and tucked his arms under his head. “Linc.”


“We’re good right.”

Lincoln smiled to himself. It did make a nice change of pace for Stuart to be freaking out instead of him. “Of course we’re good, I have no idea why would think over wise, we’re getting married in 4 days, so yeah, everything is good.”


He switched of the lamp again and lay back on the bed. When Stuart kept tossing and turning he sighed heavily and again rolled onto his side, brushing his hand across Stuart’s shoulder. “What is it now?”

“Well in case you haven’t yet noticed, I’m kinda freaking out here.” He told him. “I get that on paper its not… technically legal, but that doesn’t really matter, that’s not the point I’m trying to make.”

“Ok, then what is the point?” Lincoln wanted to know.

“Well its just that to us, to everyone else, we’re gonna be married and I’m….”

He really didn’t mean to, but he laughed, and then felt even worse for it when he saw Stuart prop himself up on his elbows and glare at him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but really the freaking out, its adorable.”

Stuart rolled his eyes. “You’re hilarious, thank you so much for that.”

“Hey, just returning the favor.”

He reached out, placing his hand on the back of his soon to be husband’s neck and pulled him closer to kiss him.

“Yeah, if you think that that is going to work every time.” He told him.

“Then I would be right on target.” He smirked back. “OK fine, go to sleep.”



Sara closed her eyes only to open them again and stare at the ceiling. She couldn’t count how many times this had occurred since she had decided to go to bed.

There wasn’t really any reason for her sleeplessness, it was just one of those nights.

Glancing over, she saw that Michael was fast asleep.

Rolling onto her side, she looked over at the bedside table and saw that it was a little after 12am. Reluctantly she pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed.

After checking on Caleb, she made her way downstairs and was surprised to see the kitchen light was on. For a moment, she had a horrible flashback to walking into the kitchen and finding Jess, but when she walked into the room this time, she saw LJ sitting at the counter.

“What are you doing up? I didn’t hear Liam.”

He turned in the seat to face her. “No, he’s asleep, me not so much, obviously.”

“I was thinking of making some hot chocolate, do you want some?”


He sat there and watched as she went about making the drinks, several minutes later, she placed the mug down in front of him, but he barely even had time to pick it up before the kitchen door swung open and someone stumbled into the room collapsing to his knees on the floor.

LJ threw himself of the seat while Sara approached the man. She leant down, reaching out to him.

And they knew exactly who he was when he looked up, his hands clutching at his stomach, and Sara saw that he had been shot.

“You have to help me.” He pleaded with her. “Please Sara, help me.”

“Oh my god, what the hell happened to you James….”