"Goodnight, then," Brian said. He went into their quarters, pulling the door partly closed. He laid down on the bed on the other side of Abbey, draped his arm across both of them and fell asleep.
Khaat felt kicking in hte morning, and she woke to find Abbey was restless. Kicking. It was morning. Well, sort of. Their usual getting up time. And Abbey's pain spell had worn off. Her little pink cast kicked Brian rather soundly in the stomach, and it woke him.
"Hey," he frowned at her.
"Hurts, Daddy," she whined at him.
"Daddy will make it better," he said. He laid his hand on her forehead and drew off her pain for her. She relaxed. "Better?" he asked. She nodded.
"Off, Daddy," she said firmly.
"Soon," Brian said.
"Don't like pink socky," she frowned.
"I know. Its no fun, is it? Papa says you need to wear the pink socky for a few days. Then when your leg is better, Papa will take it off. I promise. Are you hungry?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, let me go see if we can find some breakfast, then. Stay with mama. I'll be right back."
He got up and showered and shaved quickly and then found Jack. "Have you heard anything from Angus yet this morning?" he asked.