Your sister's looked at Becky, wincing at her stitches above her eye.

"How many stitches did you get?"

"Only seven."

"Y/n's gonna be pissed." Becky gave an embarrassed smile knowing she's gonna-

"Rebecca Quin!" You yelled, all three ladies knowing you were pissed when you used their real names.

"Y/n-"

"No!" You sent her a glare before kissing your sister's cheeks and they quickly scurry away.

"I'm sorry.." your eyes soften and you send her a frown.

"I know baby girl. You're okay right? No concussion or anything?"

"No, no concussion, but just take some meds, and get some rest for a week or two."

"Good, cuddles and junk food when we get home." Becky smiles as she pulls you down the hallway, and to the garage. She wanted to get her cuddle on now.