Caden ignored the fresh cold breeze sweeping in, just staying wrapped in Rose's arms, Rose in his arms.

Rose stood there, the exhaustion catching up to her. "Bed?" She asked quietly, nearly a breath

"Yep," He says, not scooping her up as he usually would, instead just breaking away hesitantly and walking back into the bedroom, climbing under the covers.

Rose followed him silently, her arms crossed loosely. She sat on her side of the bed for a moment, her feet not lifting from the floor just yet as she thought

Caden turned away, a light frown on his face as he drifted off. He eventually fell into a nightmare, same thing. His father catching him, mind goes black, he wakes up. Caden awoke with a jolt....again, and stood, checking the time of 4:30 in the moring and frowning, running a hand through his hair as he made his way downstairs silently.

Rose felt him jolt awake and watched him go downstairs. Looks like we're both not getting sleep then.... She thought, following him and making a cup of coffee.

Caden brought his pistol down with him, it in his shorts pocket as he let Murphy out. He then went and sat on the couch outside, Murphy running around in the grass. The man got lost in thought, only snapping out when Murphy dropped his tennis ball at Caden's feet, Caden waving it off and ushering the dog inside. Once inside he went into his study, leaving the door open as he found a old project and engulfed himself in it, distracting his mind.

Rose sat at the bar, drinking her coffee and thinking for a while. After a bit, she walked to Caden's study. "Want anything?" She asked, memories flooding back to her

"No thanks," He answered, going to a side view of a project he was working on and the rest of it being way too boxy and big, him sighing. "Okay actually what the fuck?" Caden muttered under his breath, deleating it before starting new.

Rose nodded, turning and walking to the couch. She needed to do something with her life-not just stay at home with Caden being worried all the time.