Author's Note: School is going to make my brain explode. Taking a quick break from cellular physiology (I know it sounds thrilling...) to update. I hope you all enjoy!! 

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Carrie's POV:

For once, I managed to sleep without any nightmares. Every night since Charles kidnapped me while I was out for a run, I have been tormented by horrific images while I sleep. I was shocked when I woke up and saw that it was eight in the morning. Normally I wake up at three and then I'm terrified to go back to sleep.

I went into the kitchen and turned the radio on. I left the volume low enough so that it didn't wake up Julie. I wonder if she was plagued with the same nightmares as me. I started to prepare some French toast. Julie was always cooking in the house and for the past month she's been eating nothing but hospital food, I wanted to make her something that tasted good.

I hummed along to the music as I cooked. When I finished, I heard Hunter start to cry. I gave Julie a baby monitor, but she probably just woke up or it takes her too long to move with her leg.

"Don't worry Julie, I've got it," I told her.

"Thanks," she said.

I picked Hunter up from his crib. His face was red and tears were streaming down his cheeks. I held him to my chest and bounced him up in my arms. I walked into the kitchen and got him a bottle out of the fridge. He grabbed the bottle with his hands and drank the formula. I kept him in my arms as I walked over to Julie's door. I knocked lightly on the door.

"Julie, I've made breakfast whenever you're ready," I told her.

"Thanks," she said. "Give me a couple of minutes. I want to get changed first."

"Do you want any help?"

"No! I'm good."

"Okay, I just didn't know how hard it would be with your leg."

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"No problem."

I carried Hunter back into the kitchen and set him down in his highchair. He was smiling as I turned around to grab the French toast. I set the table and waited for Julie to come out of her room.

Julie's POV:

I woke up when I felt fingertips graze along my arm. Jimmy's warm chest was pressed up against my back. He kissed the side of my head, right above my ear, when he saw that I was awake. It felt like I was waking up into a dream, but I knew it was real.

"Good morning," he whispered to me.

"Morning," I said rolling over.

I had to adjust my weight so that I wasn't resting on the wound. Jimmy propped himself up on his elbow and rested his head in his hand. I reached out and put my hands on his chest.

"Your fingers are cold," he whispered to me.

I bit on my lip to stop myself from giggling. I wrapped my hands up in the comforter and nestled myself into Jimmy's chest.

He was supposed to leave last night. He was supposed to go back to his car while it was still dark outside and hide, but he fell asleep. I watched him fall asleep last night, but I didn't wake him up. I don't know when the last time he slept well was, and I didn't know when he was going to get a good night's sleep again. It was selfish to let him stay, but I couldn't stand to watch him go. It was a miracle that he found me, and I wasn't going to let him go.

Hunter's cry started to crackle through the baby monitor. I wiggled out of Jimmy's grasp and reached for the monitor on my nightstand.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Hunter," I said showing him the monitor. "Carrie got me this so I can hear Hunter when he cries."

"Don't worry, Julie. I've got it," Carrie told me.

Jimmy's grasp around me tightened. My heart was pounding in my chest. Did she hear us talking? We stayed silent and listened to her footsteps as she walked down the hallway and went into Hunter's room. Neither us dared to say a word until we hear her pass my room again.

"If she knows you're hear she'll call the cops," I told him.

"I know," he said. "Will she be here all day?"

"I don't know." I smiled at him. "I really hope she's not."

"I can leave tonight. Just make sure she doesn't see me."

Carrie knocked on the door. I pushed Jimmy off the side of the bed, so that if she opened the door she wouldn't see him. His eyes widened and he grabbed at the sheets; he wasn't expecting me to push him. I sat up, and clutched one of the blankets to my chest. I was naked, and I knew I wouldn't be able to run over to put on clothes if she opened the door.

"Julie, I've made breakfast whenever you're ready," she told me.

"Thanks," I said. "Give me a couple of minutes. I wanted to get changed first."

"Do you want any help?"

"No!" My stomach twisted into a knot. I was praying that she didn't open that door. I was going to have to check for a lock. "I'm good."

"Okay, I just didn't know how hard it would be with your leg."

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"No problem."

I listened as her footsteps walked away, and Jimmy sat up. He ran his fingers through his long hair and pulled himself back up onto the bed.

"I think we should come up with a better plan than kicking me off of the bed," he said.

"Sorry." I could feel the heat rush up to my cheeks. "I panicked."

"No worries," he said. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

I wrapped the blanket around myself and got up off of the bed. I slowly made my way over to the closet and pulled out a hoodie, a pair of leggings, and some underwear. I hobbled back over to the bed.

"Do you need any help?" Jimmy asked.

"I should be okay," I said.

I managed to get on my underwear and I was able to throw the hoodie over my head. I rolled up my leggings, and I was only able to get my good leg through them.

"Here let me help you," Jimmy said.

I lied back as Jimmy carefully tried to pull my leggings up over my stab wound. He kept letting go of the material and the leggings would snap onto the tender skin around the wound. It was painful, but I struggled not to laugh when I saw how frustrated he was getting.

"Why are women's clothes so tight?" he asked me.

I threw my hands over my face to try and stop myself from laughing. Together, we were able to get them on.

"Things are so confusing in this world," he told me.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll help you."

I kissed Jimmy before getting up off of the bed. I only opened the door open a crack and slipped out into the hallway. Carrie had breakfast on the table and Hunter was in a white plastic highchair. Carrie's blonde hair was braided down her back, and she still had on a pair of flannel pajamas.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully.

"Good morning," I said. "Breakfast smells good."

"Thanks. I thought you'd enjoy something home cooked."

"Thank you."

I took a seat next to Hunter and grabbed his cheeks, causing him to giggle. I wished Jimmy was out here with us. I wished he was able to enjoy these little moments every day. We were going to have to find a way for this to happen.

"I was thinking we could have a girl's day today," Carrie told me. "We can go out shopping or something."

"I'm pretty tired," I lied. "I think I just want to stay in my room all day."

"Oh, okay."

I could hear the hurt in Carrie's voice. She has let Hunter and I move in with her. I needed to spend time with her and show her I appreciate that. It's her fault that the cops are looking for Jimmy, but I couldn't let her know that I was still mad about that.

"How about tomorrow?" I asked. "It'll be a Monday too, so it won't be as busy."

"That sounds great," she said smiling.

We ate breakfast, but I couldn't focus on anything she said. All I could think about was how Jimmy was in my room, and how I wanted to crawl back into his arms for as long as possible before he had to go again.