Reunited

Henry woke up very early the next morning, he was having sleep cuts but at the same time he was relaxed as Quinn was right there on his chest sleeping soundly. Apart from the occasional chirping of crickets from outside, the only sound he could hear was the sound of her steady breathing.

He gently caressed her back, being glad that he was with her once again and she was no longer appearing in his dreams, he had missed her so much.

Suddenly, the events of the previous day began to surge through him.

Steve!

Henry wished he could just remember a little more detail about him. Who did he think was? He had even abducted their daughter. Laying hands on Quinn or Emelda was the height of it.

“If I ever find him, i will make sure he regrets the day he was born.” Henry gritted.

And if Steve didn’t come his way, he was definitely going to go find him himself. If being in jail couldn’t tame him, being beaten up definitely will.

Quinn stirred, dragging Henry out of his thoughts. He caressed he