Pain was something that Dahlia had become accustomed to ever since her kidnapping. It had been a few days, and for the most part she had still been sleeping and trying to recover. But she had been having terrible nightmares, most of which she saw Spencer’s face, laughing as he hurt her. They seemed so real and they terrified her. Every night since, she woke up screaming and hysterical, and it took everything in her to not just break.

But tonight’s nightmare seemed even worse than the last. Instead of hurting her, he was hurting Cash and Noah, and only when they were dead, he turned to her. As she saw his face in her dream, she woke up, screaming worse than usual, completely devastated, believing that the dream had been real. She didn’t even register Cash, trying to calm her down. “Don’t hurt them, hurt me instead, please,” she begged. “Stop hurting them, stop, please, hurt me instead.”

Dahlia was quickly getting acclimated to life in the warehouse. It was different than life in the apartment, but she felt like she was managing it quite well, or at least as best as she could. It was nice to have some space outside to play in, unlike in the city, there was grass that she could sit Noah in and he could play with his toys and they could just hang out together outside. It was definitely nice, and the fact that Cash was there was even better.

She had been there for a few weeks, and she knew that in a few days, she was due to go back to see Nate for a few days and she was honestly dreading it. She knew that Cash was as well. But then they would get to be together again, and that was all that mattered. She was laying on a blanket while Noah sat up and played with his ball when she saw Cash walking towards her. Noah saw his dad coming and his face lit up. “Dada!” Dahlia’s eyes widened and she looked at Cash. “Did you hear that?” She asked excitedly.

Celia was sort of nervous. She was about three months pregnant now and starting to show, but she still hadn’t told her father that she was pregnant. She had a strong feeling that he might suspect something and she knew that there was only so long that she could manage to keep it a secret before he was going to start to suspect it, so she and Nate decided that it would be best to invite him over for dinner and break the news. Even though she knew it was silly, she had painted a beer glass and wrote number one grandpa on it, that she planned to serve him beer in. She thought that in these times, especially in these times, it was important to celebrate the joy and the good things in life. So that was what she was planning on doing. “Is he here?” She asked Nate nervously, a frown on her lips. Everything had to be perfect today. “Dinner’s almost done...or it will be sort of soon...do you think I made enough food?” She fretted, looking over everything as she ran a stressed hand through her hair. “What do you think? Is the flat clean enough?”

"Shh...its okay...mommy’s here,” Dahlia soothed as she leaned down and lifted Noah from the crib. She kissed his head a few times as he wailed. It was four in the morning and he wasn’t sleeping. She was worried that he was coming down with something, she didn’t want to do this alone, she didn’t know how to. “Mommy’s right here, Noah, it’s going to be okay,” she promised her son as she felt his forehead. She frowned. He felt warmer than usual. “Are you not feeling well, buddy?” She asked gently. She was back at her and Cash’s flat...she was giving Nate and Celia some time, but it meant that she was really going through this all alone. Of course Jimmy was in the other room...but she didn’t want to bother him. This wasn’t his problem, it was hers, and so she was determined to deal with it on her own. But she felt so completely overwhelmed as she stood in the kitchen and just suddenly broke down. She heard the door open and she looked up. “I think he’s sick and he’s not here,” she sobbed.

Mother’s Day was something that Celia didn’t want to acknowledge very much. It was a touchy day for all of them, she knew that, which was why she was thinking that she should get up early and go to the cemetery before Nate or the rest of the flat woke up. She didn’t really...know what Nate wanted to do for Mother’s Day, which was part of the reason that she thought that she should get her visit out of the way. She knew that some people didn’t like visiting the graves of their loved ones, and that wasn’t exactly something that had ever come up in conversation, so she truly had no idea what to do. Which was how she came to the decision that she should just do it on her own.

Celia was excited and happy about moving in with Nate, she was a little bit nervous about what it was going to be like, living with Nate as well as Cash and Dahlia. She didn’t know the other two particularly well, she had interacted with them, sure, but she had never spent more than a few hours with them. And it was a little bit intimidating to be moving in to such a...settled house, but she knew that it would work out in the end, and she was still keeping her flat just in case they needed some space, or if they chose to live on their own one day. She liked having the option.