"You can't know that. I didn't even see you there were so many people," Sky sighs, running a frustrated hand through her hair. The first person after she'd managed to get to Diego with Brie that she saw was Robbie. And whether she wanted to admit it or not, she'd wished for a moment that it was Wes. Robbie was a close friend and someone that she admired greatly. But Wes was intertwined in her life no matter what he did or didn't do. She wished Wes had been there to comfort Diego. "It shouldn't be complicated. You should be staying alive."
Sky knew that Wes couldn't (and wouldn't) disobey an order directly or indirectly from the Club. But sometimes she just wished the Club didn't exist and that they could have a normal life where all she had to worry about was Wes' drinking problem, rather than the fear that he could be gunned down right in front of them. Sky chews on her bottom lip, trying to reign her mind in. Wes could defend himself, same as her. But like it or not, she still worried. Reaching out a hand, fingers spread for his hand to intertwine with hers, Sky sighs, not even looking to see if he takes it. Touching him now meant he was here and he was alive. That's all that was guaranteed, for this moment. "You definitely wouldn't find a hotter baby momma, that's for sure," she murmurs, trying to force herself not to think of Diego getting hurt.
"I wouldn't have let anything happen to him. Or you." He promised again. Yeah, there was a lot of chaos at the party, but he would have killed someone if he needed to to protect his family. Wes wasn't a dark guy but he'd really do anything for his little family. They may not have been the most conventional family but they were still a family. "You guys were the first thing on my mind."
He squeezed her hand, looking at her, "I wouldn't wanna find a hotter baby momma." He insisted, giving her a nod. "Do you think he understood what was goin' on?"



















