"Larkin!" Chris shouts at me, my eyes flutter open as we are getting out of the ambulance. There's a crowd around me and people shouting. I look up at the new faces but I only want to see Chris.

"I'm right here, I'm here," I can hear him call out to me.

Everything is moving so fast I can't keep up, I keep searching for Chris but I haven't seen him since the ambulance. Finally his face comes into view, I can't lift my arm but he finds my hand and squeezes it.

"We need a transfusion," I hear someone say around me.

"You're going to be ok, I'm right here, I love you," Chris kisses my forehead.

Opening my eyes again I'm in a quiet room and Chris is sleeping in a chair with his head in my lap. I must have been given blood because I feel a lot better. I'm able to raise my arm now and stroke his head. Opening his eyes to my touch he looks at me and lets out a deep sigh.

"You gotta stop almost dying on me kitten, I can't keep getting that close to losing you," a tear falls from his eyes and I wipe them softly away.

"I'll stop, I promise," I whisper to him.

"What happened?”

"I noticed you were missing right around the time Detective Summers called to tell us Hope had escaped the Mental Facility. When he heard you were missing he rushed to the house with back up, but we never would have guessed you were right next door. Do you know why she took you?"

"She wanted me to fly her on a private jet to Greece, she was trying to flee the country." I tell him.

“Damn it, Hope,” he mutters to himself. "I'm so proud of you for handling that the way you did, I hate that you got hurt butI'mso happy you yelled for me."

"What happened to my leg?" I ask as I feel the bandage,

"The blade nicked an artery, thankfully once that was closed you stabilized and they gave you some blood to make up for what you lost, how are you feeling?"

"Just tired, my leg hurts." He kisses my head comforting me.

"Our parents are on their way, Kate and Tyler stayed at the house with the kids...."

"Did they catch her? Hope?" I cut him off.

"Yes, she was tased before they caught her, she's here in the hospital then she's being moved to jail. They won't take her back at the Facility she broke out of."

"Good" I said and I mean it. I'm so done with her, I want to feel safe again.

"This isn't how I thought we would spend our wedding night,” I tell him disheartened.

"I promise I'll make it up to you once you're feeling better, we’ll have a great wedding night no matter where it happens ok?" He says kissing the back of my knuckles. Suddenly there is a knock at the door as Ms Racheal and our come in. She's holding the flowers from our table at home and sets them on my nightstand as she moves closer to me.

"I'm so sorry," she says, starting to cry. I feel bad for her, I really do. I know she still loves Hope but how can she continue to support her now?

"It's ok, she's an adult and you're not responsible for her actions, I don't want to talk about her anymore though is that ok?"

"That's totally understandable honey," she tells me, stroking my head.

"When can I go home?" I turned to Chris to ask.

"In the morning," he tells me. After a few more minutes checking in with everyone and assuring all the parents I was ok they decided to head home.

"Finally alone, wife,” he says wriggling his eyebrows at me,

"That's right, husband," I say back playfully. I'm reminded of the last time I was in the hospital and we were intimate, we gotta stop making this a habit!

"lt’s still our wedding night, as you mentioned before," he says standing up, he moves to turn one of the lights off. "Mood lighting," he says over his shoulder. Next he pulls his phone out and starts playing some music making me laugh.

"Mrs Smith, let me help you get more comfortable," he says, pulling my covers back slowly. I can't help the giggles that are spilling out of me

"Why thank you Mr Smith.” He moves to the side of my bed and sits on the edge, running his hands over my breast and belly. I don't care about my rolls right now and neither does he. 

He slides his hand down lower and lower until he finds my center between my legs, softly he runs his fingers through my folds making me wetter and wetter. I groan quietly into the room and he answers me with a kiss. I wish we were at home and I could do what I really wanted to him tonight but we'll make the best of it.

Reaching over myself I start to unbutton his dress pants, his belt came off when I was bleeding out earlier…stop, don't think about that, it's sexy time! I finish getting the button out and reach in searching for my prize, finding what I'm looking for I fist it and gently pull him free. He's huge in my hand. He answers my efforts with a groan of his own and dips his finger inside me. He alternates between thrusting inside me and circling my pink pearl, in return I stroke him firmer and faster. 

He leans in and kisses me and I hungrily kiss him back. He presses harder on my clit and I can feel my pelvis start to tighten up around his fingers, I'm so close now, he can tell by my breathing and whispers encouragement and sweet nothings in my ear. It doesn't take much more for me to combust and watching me come undone he finds his finish as well. Breathing heavily we stared at each other in the dim room.

"I love you, husband.”

"I love you more, wife.”

I close my eyes and let myself try to relax. I can't wait to get out of here tomorrow and put Hope and all of this in my rearview.