#elpida: cade

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Helpless. Weak. Alone. Terrified. Furious. Broken.

Determined. Strong. Together. Enraged. Smart.

Jessia had been all these things and though she had gotten through it all and come out on the other side alive she was far from living. She was a zombie that wore a pretty mask. In truth, she hadn't moved on or healed since she returned to her family, since she'd made her own escape from a kidnapper that no one tried to save her from, a man who was still out there and haunted Jessia even now as her body shut down and sunk into a familiar absent panic. She was shaking, there was no doubt about that, still crying too, even breathed out a few sobs but her mind was very much rational and present. Jessia hated it. When her body betrayed her and all she could hear in her mind was the horrible things she was thinking about herself for falling apart. Especially in this place over what? A slap to the face? Being rejected by someone she thought loved her? No, it was deeper than that, damage she ignored and shoved down bubbled to the surface and instead of dealing with it on her own, like she did everything in her life, Cade was there.

What was crazier, Cade was there for her. Even though she was starting to feel like he was talking too much, a reaction based on the fact she often found herself alone in the numb silence of her panic attacks, but Cade reacted simply with action and although part of her brain wanted to stop him, from talking or looking at her and seeing the mess she was becoming, another part of her didn't want him to ever leave because for the first time in such a long time Jessia felt cared for. The last time she'd felt this way was when her mother was still around, when Jessia was three and had just discovered her powers. Unfortunately for the happy couple and parents of three, that same moment was when Jerica Davies fell into an unbreakable coma, never to wake again. Mason Davies, Jessia's father, was so shaken by the whole experience; countless doctor visits, thousands upon thousands of dollars in medical bills, three children, a mortgage and two jobs just to keep his children fed and clothed while also visiting his beloved wife in the hospital, it broke the man. Jessia's father eventually sent her to live with his own mother and her two brothers went to stay with their mothers older sister.

Jessia didn't remember much after that, until she started school a few years later she really wasn't sure what happened to her. All that she could remember was white light, running in a backyard that had a wooden playset, and lots of tiny pinches as if that playset had given her many splinters. When Jessia would ask her grandmother the woman just nodded and got a far away look in her eyes before confirming that the blonde really loved that playset but Jessia knew for a fact there had never been any such thing in her grandmother's yard. It was all so strange and Jessia was sure that was the first time she ever shoved things down and hid them behind a metal door that she'd never open for anything. Yet as Cade instructed her, Jessia felt that door creaking open, ready to give way to whatever horror and truths lived inside her mind there. Her arms slid over Cade's strong shoulders to wrap around his neck as the man easily hoisted her up into his hold and her legs instinctually went around his waist.

The petite blonde let herself meld to him, her face tucked against him as she just tried to focus on her breathing; in slowly through the nose and out her partially parted lips. It helped regulate her breathing but her heart decided racing and making her head spin was the best thing for her. "I'm getting blood on you," she observed rather uselessly and in such a numb tone it surprised even her. Fuck. She hated being in this state, active, rational mind and her body on a completely different plane; bloody nose, red swollen eyes still burning with salty tears, and limbs that couldn't move even if she tried to get them to do so. Jessia was still angry, more so as Cade took her outside, still telling her everything was going to be alright and that he had her.

She was floating, absent in a space with just Cade and being in his hold. If she could smell anything aside from the harsh scent of her own coppery blood she would have gotten lost in the warmth and liveliness that was Cade's scent. Instead she clung to him like a sloth or koala bear, limp and useless, as if she didn't have functioning limbs of her own. "You're… a good guy," she added, emotion in her mind but that same numb inflection in her tone. No one had ever carried her anywhere like this; no one helped her, no one carried her out of her captor's cage and set her free. The warmth and sincerity she felt emitting from Cade was undeniable and perhaps she was naive but she trusted him, she felt safe with him. She didn't know what else to say to him, her mouth was giving into the panic, the flight and shit down mode it was going into after the emotionally charged moment she'd had with Marty, a response she hadn't expected but there was no telling when she'd get triggered like this and remember that cage and… and the man that had put her there.

Cade was going to fucking kill him, the thought of a hand being laid on her that wasn't loving of gentle, sickened him. His gut lurched with a rage that he was trying to stop rising to his chest, through his shoulders and to his fists, he didn't want the anger this second because what he truly wanted, was to be someone better, to show her people could be better than that. She didn't want to be angry, and neither did he but god.. the next time he god that asshole alone? He'd do much worse than what he'd done to her, he wanted to break the man, make him sob, show him exactly how Cade got into the position he had.

He swallowed down that anger, kept his thumbs there, swiping over her cheeks, kept her looking at him. "Then let's not be angry." he answered that, as if it was so easy for them to do, because surely if they did that together it would be, right? Cade saw the surfacing anger and all he could think to do for her was lean forward and press his lips to her forward in one quick, loving little gesture. A little peck to let the troubles bubble back down. "I'm not saying that we forget that anger, we wont forget at all... but lets not be angry right now, hm? How about we.. put a tab on it? We fold the corner of that page, so we can come back to it, and me n' you, we move to the next chapter." It was the only way he thought he could phrase it, exactly how he'd learned to manage that inner bubbling anger.

At the request to get her out of her and realizing that she couldn't actually move, he turned, eyeballing his best way of coming up with a plan. It was a club and plenty of people walked out of here with girls in their arms, surely better to carry one than have her tipsy and floundering so.. like it was nothing Cade leaned down. "Hold around my neck n' shoulders." he instructed in a low tone, only low enough for her. It wasn't like Cade was doing anything more than what she asked and this was simply the easiest way for him to lift her and for her to hold on. He let the rough of his hands hold around her thighs and in one swift movement, lifted her legs up and around his hips. Hell, he lifted her like she was weightless. It was like instinct, one hand kept hold of her leg, his fingers lightly squeezing supple flesh, but the other ran up and down her back slowly, soothingly.

"It's alright darlin', I got you now. I know it's hard, but you just focus on nice deep breaths for me, 'kay? I'll get us outta here." he whispered, through her blonde hair and to her ear. He made a move, and when he got near the door, simply pointed a finger to his employee. "Tell that fucking jackass I'll see him tomorrow."

He didn't live far, and he did hope she'd not find it awkward or weird of him to take her back there but it was close, it was quiet, it'd provide her privacy and she could take out every ounce of anger she wanted to, he could clean up those injuries properly, get her some water and food, try and help her as much as he could.. why? Well he had sympathy for what had happened but, he had a soft spot for her, he'd thought her beautiful the moment he saw her, he'd always thought she was far too good for that ass of an employee, or ex-employee, he'd not keep someone on his books that treated women like this.

"Just a little further, you doin' okay? Talk to me darlin'." He smelled of whisky and pine, rich and deep and lingering on his skin, with a heat similar to that of laying in front of an open fire. He was something strong and real, dependable, and god damn it he was trying his best, for her. Who'd have even believed Cade Sabelle could be this soft?

[wiinestories]

As a month passed since the bakery attack, Agatha's bump began to show signs of growth, a visible reminder of the new life growing within her. While she continued her work, she had opted to take on fewer cases since learning the news. Additionally, she had made the decision to move in with Cade, seeking comfort and support during this transformative time in their lives. As Saturday morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Agatha and Cade found themselves nestled under the sheets, the warmth of their shared space cocooning them. While Agatha's attention was fixed on the TV, her mind wandered to thoughts of expanding their family. Pregnancy symptoms had begun to manifest more noticeably, including the occasional food craving, but amidst these physical sensations, the idea of adding a furry companion to their household took root in her mind.

With a gentle hand resting on her growing bump, Agatha eased herself out of Cade's embrace. "Honey, get dressed. I'm driving us somewhere." There was a playful glint in her eyes as she announced her plans. "Oh, and I don't kiss and tell," she added with a grin, her mysterious demeanor only adding to the anticipation as she reached for her coat and the car keys.

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As they arrived at the kennel, Agatha's excitement bubbled over, her eyes shining with anticipation.With a mischievous grin, she revealed their mission: to choose a furry addition to their family. "We're making our family bigger, baby," she declared, gesturing towards the kennel. "And you'll be the one deciding which one we bring home. Oh, and don't worry about keeping everything tidy, I'll take care of that." Her playful tone carried a hint of affectionate teasing as she reassured him about the tidiness, knowing his penchant for order. She was perfectly aware of how he had an obsession with it by now. @elpida

[wrldofmyown]

continued. || @elpida

Isabella had just put his kid to bed and dozed off for what felt for ten minutes at the most but turned out to be nearly an hour and was woken up by the sound of running water and some clinking sounds, like someone was fumbling and stumbling around with things. Quietly exiting the room, she made her way towards the source of the sound and the image she stumbled upon was enough to well up her eyes with tears. Her voice was trembling and her steps towards Cade were hesitant.

" 'is alright' -- Are you serious?" Isabella tried to keep her voice low in volume to not wake up his child, but it was full of anger and concern. And then he turned around and her heart sank but at the same time a knot formed in her throat as her hand covered her mouth. "How on Earth did this happen?" Isa took a step in his direction and her hand reached for his, her eyes traveled his bruised and bloody figure, and it might've lingered a little longer on his chest despite how poorly he looked.

The woman pulled him but only so she could make room for herself to take the first aid kid stashed inside the cupboard. "I know you're tough but that doesn't give you a pass on comin' home like this! What if it hadn't been me who heard you? What if your kid had seen the state you're in?" Granted, she shouldn't be reacting this way. Without any context, Cade was only paying Isabella to babysit his kid when he wasn't home and with added context, Cade was an old friend of her family and so she was entrusted with his kid while she didn't have a job. Izzy instructed him to take a seat and she prepared a few things to clean him up and patch him properly.

"This is gonna sting like hell but you signed up for it," she warned as she gently tapped the cotton ball around the area of his cuts. Her fingertips very gently traced his features as she wiped away the dried blood stains. "You're gonna have to take a bath after I'm done with you." The man was stunning and it was proving difficult to stay focused but she was more worried about making sure he was right that it looked worse than it actually was.

[secretscost-archived]

@elpida asked: “let me hear you, baby.” - from cade

When Arya first met Cade, he had the looks of being a really rough and intimidating guy, which he actually was considering the bruises and cuts in his face and arms. But to Arya he wasn't that. Cade was very sweet, funny and a gentleman.

Until now that the man had his strong hands on her hips, helping her bounce her hips on his as she had straddled him. Arya was holding back her moans by biting down on her bottom lip mainly because she was afraid of being a little too loud and disturbing the neighbors.

"Hmmm..." Looking down at him, a smile spread across her lips. Her slender fingers caressed up her body until reaching her tits; squeezing them and pinching her nipples with her index and thumb. Rolling her hips, she moaned louder this time, feeling Cade's cock touching that special spot inside her. "Oh God... you feel so good, baby." Not to mention how handsome he looked beneath her. Arya leaned forward, hiding her face by the crook of his neck, kissing and nibbling his skin softly, "fuck me harder," Arya whispered in his ear. She couldn't get enough of him.

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

"Finally some peace and quiet." Renata stated upon entering their suite. It was a beautiful room. It was more like a house really. A kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and living room. And to top it all off they had a lovely view of the city, and the night sky that was filled with stars.

Renata just wanted to sit down and eat something, to relax a little bit. The tour had officially begun, and despite the ominous figure that was the stalker, everything seemed to be going well. So far, nothing had happened. The police hadn't informed her of anything, there was no letters or pictures sent. Perhaps he had finally backed down, she could only hope. The singer didn't have to worry, since she had one of the best bodyguards working for her. Renata had Cade by her side at all times, which made her feel safe. "Sit down, relax. Do you want anything to eat? I can have room service bring it up." // @elpida

[persephonyed]

i went on a hunt for everything i owe, so i’m going to list it down below, and then you can tell me if i owe you anything else or if a thread is missing on here at all. this is my only solution to attempt to be organized rn before doing all the subscribing or thread tracking etc. trying to keep track of it on my own for the moment.

people/threads i owe replies to:

winifred & eleanor — @in-de-cent

margot & mason — @musingmixtape

margot & charlotte, indie & edith, arden & rue, and tate & cora — @cigvrettedvet

sebastian & lyanna — @silvrmoon

izzie & louis and piper & sydney — @fillyoursoulxx

imogen & taylor and ingrid & jack — @tenderstars

rosie & jolene — @felteverywhere

elei & carmen — @neveraftcr

darby & natalia, blair & flossie, and izzie & tansy — @lilacwiine

elenor & cade — @elpida

malia & jeb and a reply to the kayko starter — @springbreezc

sawyer & jules — @gothwives

if you’re not on this list and i owe you something, please speak now!!!!!! i really wanna make sure i have everything owed in my drafts rn before i go follow everyone and subscribe to everything and figure out how i am going to keep track of it. you can always tag me in replies, send me a dm when you reply, or yell at me on disc or something. i just wanna make sure i’ve got all my shit lined up and don’t miss anything. <3

[xgoldxnhour]

All I Want

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@elpida

The question makes her laugh, is that normal? It's a fair one to ponder and possibly a common virtue for those found their situation. A sort of purgatory, in a way. "If it were normal, don't think there'd be much of an industry that prevents this kind of thing then." Yes, perhaps birth control has become another capitalistic moniker taken advantage of, it was also supposed to be a safeguard. Something that just didn't have to be worried about.

The both seem to be going through their own waves and stages of grief or at least simply shock and uncertainty. They both bestow apologies and brush off the other. There really isn't any need for them but understandably used as a buffer to validate a reponse. "I guess I just didn't know what else to say, but--" Another laugh as the two seem to lighten away from the aftershock. Digested a little bit to put it loosely. "Of course, I told you..." Slowly, she begins to close their distance, walking away from the counter and toward his spot at the couch. "Not only are you sort of part of this...equation but--you're also the person I'd want to call about anything..." Their relationship has evolved slowly over the years, first is as friends and then something toeing the line and now they were trying to see what the other side had to hold. Surely, they weren't expecting this, but didn't entirely mean it was a bad thing.

There's a noticeable smile as he shares his dream of being a father. She could see it clearly, the image of Cade in the backyard playfully wrestling with some kids in the backyard, letting them win.

"Um...well--I hadn't thought about it, I mean, I have--now, but not a ton before. I don't know. You know my family." It had been only her, her brother and her father for years now; her mother having died when the twins were children, barely ten years old. "Do I want it? I--think so. I think...a part of me has always...wanted to have kids one day." The ease from before tenses again as hands tighten into fists and she feels the urge to distance again, twirling to the side slightly to look away, head down. "But what if I'm not good at it? The whole...mom thing." It's been a fear she's had for a long time, what if not knowing her mom keeps her from being a good one?

[wiinestories]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THESE TWO 💕😍😍 @elpida

[wiinestories]

WHAT IF THEY HAD AN INSTAGRAM EDITION - @elpida

[wiinestories]

🖤🖤 - for Eden&Cade (I'm also curious hehehe)

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

Eden:

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic (he does think she's got talents) / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot (he's filth like that yes )/ I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love (but wont' admit itttt) / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Cade:

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable (if HE GETS ANGRY AND SUCH HEH) / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[wiinestories]

drabble - angelo&agatha - a confession. @elpida

As Agatha lay on the hospital bed, her mind was consumed by thoughts of the recent events, particularly focused on Cade. Questions whirled through her head in a relentless cycle. Why hadn't he trusted her with the truth about his work? Why keep her in the dark about his involvement with dangerous people? Each repetition of these questions only intensified her confusion and hurt. A solitary tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil within her. She longed for Cade's presence, wishing he would be beside her to provide comfort and answers. Yet, at the same time, she feared what he might reveal, uncertain if she could handle the truth and the potential fallout from it.

Agatha's head snapped up as the door creaked open, revealing Angelo's imposing figure. "Leave," she said firmly, her gaze turning away from him. Angelo approached the bed, hands in the pockets of his black trousers. "I came over to apologize and because I noticed Eden wasn't here," he explained, closing the door behind him. "I meant my apology from earlier, Nightshade. I wasn't aware you were expecting. I'm sorry."

"I don't want your fucking apology. Just leave. I want to be alone with my baby," Agatha retorted, her voice filled with venom as she kept her gaze averted. Angelo tsked, shaking his head as he then took steps closer beside her, now standing before her. "You should learn to relax. It's not worth it for you to be like this when you are pregnant. I get it, you're angry over your husband lying to you—"

"Shut it!" Agatha's voice rose sharply as Angelo mentioned the word 'husband', her hand gesturing emphatically. Cade wasn't... not yet. But it certainly felt that way, didn't it? With a heavy sigh, she shook her head, her frustration palpable. "I've got no explanations to give to a bloody criminal, and I'm not taking advice from him either. Piss off." Agatha focused on her breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, attempting to quell her rising anger.

"If it helps your cause, Sabelle is just someone who got me to Eden. Nothing else. He's not an associate of mine, and I know he doesn't deal with my friends either. He's just a guy doing some dirty work, but he's no criminal, and he's clearly into you. Guys like him? His type? Well, they might fit into this world, but if there's the right woman, he might just leave it all. He's not a man that would cheat, either. Learn to see the brighter side of things." Angelo snapped, narrowing her eyes at her.

"And yet I'm hearing this from a man that could cheat on Eden or leave her when she gets all the money she owes you..." Agatha pointed out, turning her gaze to him. "And you'll happen to know Cade better than I've ever had? Oh please," Angelo pulled his hands out of his pockets, raising a brow at her as he pressed his palms against the edge of the bed, flat. "I see she has told you about that," he remarked with a hum, his glare intensifying. "She has, and I warn you now, Santino, that if you dare to hurt her. I'll be the first to come after you and make sure you regret it." Agatha warned, her words laced with threat and firm determination.

Angelo began chuckling at her threatening words, slowly leaning off the bed as he didn't take them seriously. "Of course you're wrong about your own bullshit assumption." His voice raised, keeping his glare on her. "You, and most likely your precious husband, who doesn't have the balls to face you." His voice lowered, filled with poison. If someone dared to mention or use Eden against him, he'd react aggressively or aim for what could hurt. "At least I was and am honest about the criminal asshole I am, Agatha. But you're so fucking wrong about my feelings towards her because you have no fucking idea, and you make it up based on your own shitty assumptions."

"You don't give a damn about her, do you?" Agatha shouted at him, her words cutting through the air like knives as she ignored his venom-laced retorts. "You only care about what she gives you—a taste of youth and pleasure. That's all she is to you." Angelo's hands balled into fists, and he threw a punch towards the wall, startling her. The impact made him groan in pain, but he didn't stop. He struck the door with his other fist, the sound reverberating through the room. "You have no fucking idea because I care about her and I need her! I don't fucking care about the money!" His confession was raw, his anger palpable. As he realized the weight of his words, he began to calm himself, his tone softening. "I'll make sure to kill anyone that steps in our way. Mark my words, Agatha. I'm sure Sabelle would do the same for you. Put him on a fucking leash, and you two stay out of my relationship with Eden." With that, he opened the door and left the room, leaving Agatha shocked with his confession.

Agatha lay back on the bed, her hand gently caressing her growing belly. "How I wish, how I wish you were here…" she whispered softly, her words barely audible in the quiet room. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes, hoping that when she woke up, Cade would be there beside her.

[wiinestories]

Alessio could see the fear and terror etched in Eden's eyes, a stark contrast to the confident and lively woman he had known back in Italy. The change was jarring, and it struck him deeply to witness how much she had been affected by the events that had unfolded since they last saw each other. Back in Italy, she had been full of life, her personality a vibrant mix of energy and sweetness that drew people to her. The stark transformation filled Alessio with a deep concern. Where was Angelo, the man who should have been by her side, the father of the child she was carrying? The absence of Angelo was troubling. Alessio couldn’t understand why his son wasn’t here, providing the support and protection that Eden so desperately needed. This was his responsibility, his duty as both a partner and a father, and yet he was nowhere to be found. The questions burned within Alessio, and he knew he would demand answers when he found Angelo. How could he have left Eden in such a state, especially now when she was carrying his child? Despite the blame he'd put on her, Alessio couldn't fathom it.

"You are safe," Alessio reassured, his voice soft yet firm as his hand gently ran up and down Eden's arm, trying to provide her with some sense of comfort. Slowly, he lifted himself from the ground just enough to reach for her phone, placing it back on its holder. Even as he moved, he made sure to stay close to her, sensing her need for reassurance. When she instinctively moved closer, his arms wrapped around her, holding her protectively. "Who is Agatha?" he asked, his brows furrowing with curiosity. The name was unfamiliar to him, but the way Eden had mentioned it suggested this person might be important to her—perhaps a friend or someone she trusted. His concern deepened as he watched her, noticing the way her words slurred slightly and how her skin had taken on a pale, almost translucent quality. She was weak, far too weak, and the signs were all there: the faintness in her voice, the unsteadiness in her movements.

"I am taking you to the hospital, Eden. You need to be well," Alessio insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. He was deeply concerned about her condition, and the idea of her suffering any longer was unbearable. When she mentioned Angelo, her voice tinged with despair, he gently shook his head. "I'll make him see reason, don't worry," he promised, his voice filled with determination. He knew that Angelo needed to understand the gravity of the situation, and Alessio was prepared to confront him if necessary.

As Eden tried to stand, Alessio was right there, ready to support her. But it quickly became clear that she was too weak. Her legs buckled beneath her, and before she could collapse, Alessio caught her in his arms. His heart pounded with fear as she began to lose consciousness, her body going limp against him. "Help!" Alessio called out urgently to the motel staff, his voice filled with desperation as he carefully lowered Eden to the ground. He barked out orders, instructing them to call for an ambulance immediately. As he cradled her in his arms, his eyes were drawn to the bruises and marks on her chest and cheek, evidence of the pain she had endured. The sight of her injuries filled him with a deep, protective rage and a sorrow that cut to his core. She had been hurt, and he could see that, which pained him beyond words. As he waited for the ambulance, he held her close, whispering reassurances that she would be alright, though they were as much for himself as they were for her. He was determined not to let anything happen to her, not now, not when she needed him most.

As soon as Cade took hold of Alma, Agatha’s hands instinctively went to her hair, gathering the loose strands into a small ponytail. Her worry for Eden was palpable, evident in the way her fingers trembled slightly as she secured her hair. "She didn't sound well, and I'm worried too," she admitted, her voice laced with concern. The fear in her heart was growing, and it was clear in her eyes, which were clouded with anxiety over what might be happening to her friend. But as she watched Cade, her expression softened. Despite the worry gnawing at her, she couldn't help but smile as she witnessed Cade fully embracing his role as a father. He cradled Alma gently, his large hands steady and comforting as he bounced her lightly in his arms. Alma cooed contentedly, her tiny face bright with innocent joy, completely unaware of the tension in the room.

Agatha stirred, turning on the bed as Cade got up to answer the phone. The room was dimly lit, and the soft hum of the phone conversation seemed to echo in the quiet space. Her heart skipped a beat as he relayed the news about Eden being in the hospital. Instantly, Agatha sat up, her concern sharpening. "Is she alright? Have they said anything else?" she asked, her voice laced with anxiety. She ran her slim fingers through her hair, a nervous habit she couldn’t quite shake, as she processed the information. Her gaze briefly drifted to Alma, peacefully sleeping in her cradle, blissfully unaware of the surrounding turmoil. The sight of her daughter brought a brief moment of calm, a reminder of the fragile but precious life they had created. Agatha took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Yes, let's give her some time," she agreed, her voice softening as she considered Eden’s state. "And then we'll all go to see her. I think she’ll be happy to finally see Alma as well."

As Eden slept in the hospital, Alessio didn’t waste a moment. His mind was set on confronting his son, Angelo, and he moved with purpose, not allowing himself to hesitate. The guards at Angelo’s residence, recognizing Alessio immediately, granted him entry without question. There was an unspoken respect for the elder man, his reputation preceding him, and they knew better than to delay his passage. Upon entering, Alessio was greeted by Lawrence, who had returned to his duties despite the recent attack. The two men shared a moment, Alessio embracing Lawrence in a firm, reassuring hug. With Lawrence’s guidance, Alessio made his way to Angelo’s studio. The room was filled with the quiet hum of Angelo’s work, the space reflecting his son’s meticulous nature. But any sense of calm was shattered the moment Alessio walked in. Angelo looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes at the unexpected visit. But before he could utter a word, Alessio closed the distance between them with swift, decisive steps. Without warning, Alessio’s hand came down in a sharp slap across Angelo’s cheek. The sound echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the tense silence that followed. Angelo staggered slightly, shock and pain crossing his features as he instinctively raised a hand to his reddening cheek. Lawrence, who had followed Alessio into the studio, stood frozen at the doorway, witnessing the entire scene. The slap was not just an act of anger, but of deep disappointment, a father's reprimand that carried the weight of everything Alessio had witnessed and felt over the past few hours.

"Dovresti vergognarti dell'uomo che sei, che lascia una donna incinta a badare a se stessa in uno squallido motel, solo perché sei un furfante! Non ti ho cresciuto in questo modo [You should be ashamed of the man you are, leaving a pregnant woman to fend for herself in a sleazy motel, just because you're a scoundrel! I didn't raise you like this!]!" Alessio’s anger flared as he raised his voice, the restrained fury he had been holding back now fully unleashed. "Eden is in the hospital because you weren’t there for her! She’s carrying your child, and you left her to fend for herself while you sit here, oblivious to the danger she was in!"

Angelo, still reeling from the slap, struggled to find his voice. The reality of the situation crashed down on him as he saw the depth of his father's anger, an anger rooted in concern and love for both him and Eden. "Non sono ignaro di quello che sta passando! Era scomparsa e tutti la stavamo cercando. [I'm not oblivious to what she's going through! She was missing and we were all looking for her.]

All Eden wanted to do, was protect their baby and yet all she could do was lie there in a state of pain and fear. Everything had weighed too heavy on her shoulders, it'd all added up day by day, getting worse, all thanks to Sam who'd press down on her shoulders and heighten the tension she felt, he'd press until she was crumbling and now she was. It'd all added up and god, she looked so dainty.. she looked dainty normally sure but now she was fragile. Hearing the door unlock, the steps, she just kept mumbling the words, the small plea over and over and she didn't stop that soft prayer until she felt.. a gentle hand. Sam would've grabbed her, Sam would've ripped his hands at her and shook her, he'd have seethed hatred to her skin, he'd have hit her.. enough that her body was tense in waiting for the strike that never came.

Alessio. She knew from the whispered way he called her Cara, dear, she believe it meant.. but she knew the familiarity and someone familiar, someone safe.. she just needed someone safe. "Alessio-" she almost cried his name, that's when she really opened her eyes but Eden wasn't herself, she was so confused, enough to look to how dark it was outside. She'd... when did she call Alessio? Where had that time gone? "I think.. I fell?" she mumbled, the phone was still hanging down from it's holder, ringing an endless tone. "Where did Agatha..." Eden moved more to him, this worry and confusion etched into her screwed brows, but her hand instantly went to her chest, rubbing where it hurt. "I don't remember." and that was genuinely, terrifying.

Eden had very clearly lost a good chunk of time when she collapsed and to feel so confused, it was beyond concerning but what she really needed... was exactly what she moved for. She inched to him, positioning herself in a way that was her hugging to his chest. That made her feel like she could breath because, she trusted him... she trusted and very clearly knew where Angelo got his protective instincts. "I don't feel so good Alessio..I don't feel good anymore.." she mumbles the words, it's clear enough in her actions, she's weak, but even weak.. she knew she needed to go to a hospital, to see a doctor. "Will you stay with me?" she asked softly, that's what upset her the most, the idea of a place she was so primarily uneasy being in but being there alone. "I don't think he'll want to see me anymore."

It wasn't until she went to stand that she started to go faint again, she managed to warn him too, the feeling that started to wash over her, the paleness that grasped at her skin, Eden was not well at all. She explained, managed to mumble how whenever she ate she felt sick, a permanent thing and it'd been that way for weeks now. The murmured whispers about the pain in her chest, but halfway through that journey her head started to roll forward. "Please- please don't go. I don't want to be alone." She went limp, completely unresponsive again. There was an urgency to get her seen, there were looks too because she was being brought in with scratch marks still evident on her chest and an awful mark on her cheek where Sam had injured her. The bruising surrounding it was in the yellowing stage now two days had passed but it was still beyond noticeable.

After that phone call, Cade couldn't sit still. He was up, pacing. Why would it cut out like that? She'd never just hang up so abruptly.. but it didn't sound like hanging up. "I'm worried." he finally outburst the clear thought going on in his head. "I have this gut feeling somethin' has happened. I know it isn't Sam but she wasn't herself, what if.. Agatha what if something happened?" his hands pushed through his hair and when Alma started to stir, gurgling some noise he extended his arms to take the little one. She always looked tiny cradled in his arms. "I know little lady, you're worried about your aunt too huh? Well don't you worry one bit." he said this whilst stepping into his 'dad' rock, something he'd picked up really quickly was the ability to walk and bounce and Alma loved it, she'd make silly little noises, her hands would reach up for his free hand, since he could hold her securely in the one, she'd hold to his fingers, one hand not even wrapping around his fingers. "Minute we can we'll find out if your aunty is safe n' sound."

His phone went late, he could see it was the hospital. He'd asked Eden to put him down as another emergency contact, since they were as close as family it made since. He had Agatha and her down as his, since he'd had a firm telling off about not having anyone down, never wanting to worry his Mother. Cade got up quickly to go take the call with a look of urgency, walking into another room. He found it hard to focus on the phone but when he came back into the room he shook his head. A hand pushing up through his hair. "She's safe, well.. she's in the hospital, but at least we know where she is." his lips pressed. "You think that asshole is going to do the right thing? I don't want to go overwhelming her but.." he didn't know whether to stay, or go. "Late morning, give her chance to eat, why don't we all go? We can take Alma, she'd like that, Alma too.. 'coz I mean, we can go to the park after or something, we could go for breakfast out, my treat or lunch, whatever we feel like?" He really had taken over the role of caring for her like Ben would have and his best friend, would've been so proud of the man he was becoming and how he kept that promise, never forgetting.

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"You're a better man than he is, son. You deserve my daughter and from what I'm hearing, you intend to be with her and that gives me relief and happiness," Patrick stated bluntly, a smile spreading across his face and reaching out to pat his shoulder again. "I've never been as open as I am with you, Cade. I intend for you to appreciate my trust. I know what Agatha means to you now, she's told us about what you went through. I'm glad you both were there for each other."

Agatha and Catherine entered the kitchen just as the conversation turned to Agatha's former boyfriend, Ryan. Catherine took note of the serious tone and decided to share the recent developments. "Well, Ryan called us two weeks ago," Catherine began, her voice carrying a hint of concern. Patrick turned halfway towards them, his expression reflecting a mix of anger and resentment.

Agatha's eyes widened at the mention of Ryan's call. "What do you mean? What did he say?" she asked, her brows furrowing with worry. Catherine took a seat on one of the kitchen stools, preparing to relay the unsettling news. "He said awful things, Agatha," she explained, her voice tinged with disbelief. "He accused you of cheating on him with Cade and claimed that you blocked him because you were too cowardly to face him." Patrick shook his head slowly, a scoff escaping him at the absurdity of Ryan's accusations. "Then, he had the audacity to suggest that Cade took advantage of you, using pity to manipulate you into being with him because he was aware Cade was in a bad situation. He also said that he got jealous overtime because of that because Cade was getting too close to you, and you didn't stop him from getting close, so Ryan justified his toxicity saying that he felt something was off," she added, her voice laced with disdain for Ryan's deceitful claims. "Of course we didn't buy that, honey. What a jerk! Suggesting my daughter would even dare to betray someone's trust!" Catherine exclaimed with slight anger and disgust, her nose scrunching up at the thought. "Your father gave him a piece of his mind through the phone."

Agatha's anger surged at her mother's revelations about the call from Ryan. "A fucking asshole," she muttered through gritted teeth, her frustration evident in her tone. Rubbing her forehead with her fingers, she ran her hands through her blonde locks, trying to calm herself. "I can't fucking believe he dared to say all of those lies. He's worse than I've ever thought he'd be," Agatha continued, her voice tinged with disbelief and disgust. Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she instinctively placed a hand gently on her stomach, feeling the discomfort intensify. "God… I... I need to..." Agatha trailed off, her sentence left unfinished as she turned away and rushed to the nearest bathroom. Patrick's stirring ceased abruptly as he noticed Agatha's distress, and he hurried to her side without a moment's hesitation. Meanwhile, Catherine, hearing the sound of Agatha retching from the kitchen, turned her attention to Cade, her maternal instincts on high alert. Approaching him with a sense of concern, Catherine crossed her arms over her chest, her expression serious. "Is it the first time she's throwing up?" she inquired in a low tone, her voice tinged with worry. Deep down, Catherine suspected that Agatha might be experiencing morning sickness, a telltale sign of pregnancy.

He did move to the fridge to get himself orange juice and ice, he liked ice in every drink and wouldn't drink water unless it was icy cold. Cade did genuinely find himself liking this family, her parents. He hadn't seen much of London yet but maybe in their few days here he could see more of it, he did notice Agatha seemed happy to be home though and her happiness was his happiness at this point. He'd do anything to make that women happy. Son. That remark brought a smirk to Cade's lips, had never in his life had another man act any semblance of Fatherly with him so it was somewhat heart warming to feel so... easily accepted in that regard.

Once he'd got his drink he did grab a frying pan and the mince to begin browning that. He was pretty good when it came to seasoning too. "Do you mind me askin' the difference? Between normal shepherds pie and Irish shepherds pie?" he was genuinely curious, he knew the standard version, very similar to his ma's cottage pie really though he imagined the Irish version had some sort of secret ingredient. He should've asked Eden if she knew any Irish dishes, been more prepared. She'd know some of them given her Gran was Irish. He'd never forget the first time he'd heard that old ladies accent.

"Well Ryan was undeserving of such an impressive and beautiful woman, Sir." he nodded his head, he was being respectful and he agreed with everything Patrick, how intelligent she was, part of her charm in his opinion. "Your daughter helped me through a lot, I was in an emotionally, very dark place for a long time so, to me she really is the light of my life n' I intend to keep her happy, by any means." he listened to the story, the miscarriage and felt so much empathy for her and Catherine, for the whole family really. "I'm sorry to hear you've all been through somethin' like that." he kept his voice down, didn't want to make a huge deal on the family secret. The mention of Ryan being a gobshite perked his interest clearly though, the way Cade's body stiffened thinking about him saying a damn thing about or to Agatha. He'd warned him once to stay away, he'd not use words to warn him again. "Did Ryan say somethin'?" Cade asked quietly, this sinister nature in him showing through. "Has he said somethin' about Agatha? 'Coz trust me you wont need to fly out to handle him, there'd be nothin' left to find." Protective. Cade was beyond protective and in that very moment it showed so fiercely.

His hand flexed briefly along with his jaw, gritting together before he let the anger go, nothing he could do about it here. "Sorry I just, that fucking prick deserves every bad thing that happens to him. I'm of the very strong opinion he didn't deserve her from the start." he paused. "I liked your daughter long before I even knew she was with anyone but to find out it was an ass like him." He stirred the browning mince as he talked, reaching for the onions already diced by Patrick to pile them in, to cook in the juices and take in flavour. "I'll handle the gobshite."

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"Don't fret, it's alright," Agatha reassured him calmly about what he brought for her before she centered on his next words. "But I can't promise you that, no. Being pregnant doesn't make me sick or incapacitated. If I see anyone, anyone like Angelo trying to hurt you, I'll react," she affirmed firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt about her determination to protect him, despite her condition. Agatha leaned her head back against the pillow, her fingers tapping gently against her abdomen. "I am worried about Eden as well, but I believe she's a smart girl despite it all," she mused softly, her gaze shifting back to Cade. She shook her head in response to his question. "No, she hasn't told me anything. Only what we know," she confirmed, her tone steady as she maintained her agreed-upon cover story with Eden. It was best to keep Cade in the dark about certain details, especially given the potential risks involved. The mention of Eden's deceased brother made her frown slightly, then leaned the side of her face against the pillow. "I don't think you did wrong about telling Angelo who he was. It's in his best interest to know, I suppose, if he's willing to be with her. We may not understand it, but maybe Santino does have feelings and can love someone. Let's hope he doesn't hurt Eden, because I know what I'll do if I find out."

"I'm alright, honey. " Agatha smiled softly at him. "I just want to know the gender of our baby and be able to start thinking about what decoration to go for the nursery," She sounded impatient, and she was impatient. The thought of being in a hospital bed didn't suit her.

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The gesture of Eden lightly kissing his hand conveyed affection and trust, reassuring Angelo that her anger wasn't directed towards him. This realization brought relief to Angelo, as he had been concerned about the intensity of her emotions. He recognized the significance of the apron and the emotions it evoked in her. "If it holds meaning for you, then 'silly' isn't the word," he acknowledged, understanding the importance of sentimental objects and memories. Angelo shook his head, rejecting Eden's attempt to shoulder the blame for the ruined apron. His fingers gently traced along her jawline as he reassured her, "You haven't done anything to ruin it, Eden. It wasn't your fault." He had a desire to find a solution, perhaps by obtaining a replacement apron that resembled the one from her grandmother, without her knowledge.

He watched as Eden turned and wrapped her arm around him, and Angelo reciprocated by gently placing his hands on her back, pulling her closer to him, his protective and affectionate side being exposed unconsciously. His eyes remained fixed on her the whole time, observing her heartfelt apologies. He sensed the sincerity behind her words and understood that she didn't intend to raise her voice. "I was an asshole to your friend," He admitted, "and I was completely unaware she was pregnant. I don't regret Sabelle, though. It may be his child, she may be his girlfriend, but testa di cazzo. [dickhead]" Angelo murmured quietly, making a conscious effort to keep his anger in check, especially when it came to discussing Cade.

Upon hearing how tired she was, his head lowered to kiss the top of her head gently, then slowly pulled back, reaching for the hot chocolate and handing it to her. "Here, drink this and then we'll be off. Lawrence is eager to see you. He's prepared many things for you."

"I'll beat you to telling someone to piss off." he laughed quietly. He was form now on going to prioritise her rest, which is why he moved the chair back to be by the bedside. "I'd have got you something better but there wasn't a lot of choice at this time." Cade was chuckling lowly at how she spoke of him, her man, with such determination. "Then do me one favour, you and that child matter more to me than the whole world so, if it came down to it, you protect yourself and that baby, not me, I want you to promise me that. You're my girl and that is our baby, until that baby is here, you come first Aggie, always."

Cade had got himself a cofee, he felt like he needed it, plus for a while he wanted to just see her resting, stay up and watch her peacefully sleeping and know that she was safe. He needed those breather moments to just calm back down properly. With a sip of his coffee he side. "I'm worried about that girl." Cade admitted. "Did she say much to you about him? I uhh.." he hummed, leaning back and looking at her from his chair. "That whole thing 'bout being truthful.. I told him about what happened to Ben, you know I told you he was my best friend, her brother? I told him and I'm not sure I did the right thing with that. You know, not sure I made any right choices today." he huffed, a bruise was forming on his face though he acted like it was nothing.

"Do you want me to go get you anythin'? Some fresh clothes? Pyjamas, something comfy? I can get some decent drinks or something, whatever you want it 'aint a problem."

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Eden said nothing, she just stayed perfectly quiet but she really didn't expect any type of apology from him. She was actually ready for him to scold her, be mad at her for being out of a bed. It took her off guard, the gentle hands on her shoulders, the apology.. simply for everything. She couldn't imagine it was easy to say sorry like that. Quietly she turned her head so that she could so lightly press her lips to the hand on her right shoulder. It was something so simple, such a soft little gesture but it showed that she wasn't angry, she wasn't holding any grudge. She placed down the apron and moved her own hand up to rest over his, briefly rest her head to his hand and peck the back of his palm again. He was still here with her, that had to count for something and he was sorry. He was sorry.

"I must look really silly for being upset over an apron.." she finally spoke, that gentle voice. "Granny gave me it on my first day, it was hers so it was.. sort of sentimental." she explained. "Now I feel like I've ruined it." she admitted whilst stroking her own fingers about the back of his palm. "I'm sorry that I pushed you, I rose my voice at you and defied you... I'm sorry." it sounded so heartfelt.

Finally Eden placed down the apron and turned around to face him. She reached so that she could wrap an arm around his middle and rest her head into his chest, right over his heart. She closed her eyes, stayed like that, just happy to be close... just happy to be like this and not seeing him that furious. Hell she stayed like that, just quite and feeling his warmth, feeling safe... she felt so safe in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. "I'm tired Angelo." she never admitted to being tired, she always seemed to fall asleep like she was unaware of it herself, for her to admit it was.. something. "I want to go home Im' just... I'm just so tired." Eden hadn't really let him in like that before, she'd never leaned on him quite like this.

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The moments their lips met elicited a fluttering sensation in her stomach, a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite some time. His lips tasted divine, like the epitome of where she wished to linger indefinitely. She could have kissed him for hours if she so desired. It didn't seem wrong; for Agatha, it felt undeniably right. It was as though she had been mistaken all along during her time with Ryan, and now, she was truly experiencing the essence of falling for someone that cared deeply for her, and knew he couldn't harm her.

That warm feeling faded when he spoke against her lips, expressing how they shouldn't be in this situation. Agatha felt compelled to whimper the moment he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. Her eyelids remained shut as she processed everything: from the kiss to his own words. She believed she was perfect for him, without a doubt, and he reiterated that sentiment, but did his words mean that he was regretting kissing her? Agatha's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze seeking his own. Her hand rubbed his cheek gently before falling to rest on his shoulder.

"I don't... I don't believe you'd have ever done that, Cade. That's bollocks. You have been respectful to men since the moment you've met me. I wouldn't ever think any different of you," She confessed, her tone of voice low. "You know... I do adore you, and I need you in my life."

He was kissing her, close to her and everything about it felt right, it felt like that was where he was meant to be, how it was meant to be and he should've been there all along. Right where he belonged. She breathed his name and all he wanted was to keep kissing her, ignore anything else and just live in that moment but he kept his lips still now, did she want him to keep going? To kiss her again? Did the idea seem stupid- would she view this as some stupid rebound move? It hadn't been long since Agatha had left a relationship and he could only hope she never saw this as him taking any type of advantage, it wasn't that.

He was intoxicated, he'd drank but if anything it only made his usual emotions stronger. When Agatha kissed him again, poured that same heat back into their lips melding together, those worries melted away and he pulled her back into him. He couldn't help but ease back to rest more into the sofas cushions but regardless he kept Agatha close to him. He wanted to cradle the heat of her body against his own and keep her there all night, forget the heat of the fire.

"We shouldn't do this.." he spoke against her lips. He wanted to dig his hands into her thighs, to squeeze her flesh under his hands and leave marks, bruises for her to remember just how much he wanted her. Shouldn't did not mean that he didn't want to, he was thinking how it'd end in the morning, how it'd be when they went home. "You're so fuckin' perfect but god.. god we shouldn't.." he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. "After everythin' that happened I don't want you thinkin' I was just waitin' for Ryan to be out of the picture, none of that shite.. You're more than that." one hand slid down from her cheek to curl around the back of her neck, pushing her hair through his fingers.

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teeth worried away at her lower lip as he spoke about the potential of finding a farm. the fencing would be nice ⸻ even if it wasn't electrified, it would be a temporary safeguard they hadn't had in god knows how long ( and gave them the flexibility to come up with something more permanent ). "plenty of open land we couldn't use... maybe we could figure out solar panels to make them work again?" it would involve poking through nearby towns, which could put them under unnecessary risk... but the thought of electricity after the fact? of heat during the winters, or hot showers? tempting, even if there was a far amount of work involved.

and while an island and its consistent safety was a nice thought, aiyla knew the risk travel posed. if it wasn't the dead or their dwindling supplies, it as the possibility of running into the living ( so many had lost their humanity when the world had crumbled ⸻ trusting anyone but the man in front of her caused a slight shudder to trail her frame ). blue hues flickered across her companion before a soft huff of breath escaped her and her attention darted to their surroundings instead. even if she felt horribly unqualified to make this sort of decision, something in her still felt lighter at both the reassurance the man offered and the fact that he was even giving her opinion any weight. "let's try the farms first. see if any around are suitable for our needs. scavenge what we can. re-evaluate in a few days?"

"normally farmland has some sort of electric fence which, sure might not be any electric anymore but it was always barbed wire, which could be a good temporary, that's the thing with farmland, we will most likely find a lot of the tools we need hand on the land, makes it easier for finding solutions." he hummed in contemplation, barbed wire was no ideal, it'd pull and snap in time but it'd do until he found another fix, until they could build themselves walls... and they'd no doubt have- there. his knife circled on some forest that'd been marked out. "that'd be the wood to build out walls, logs would be sturdy, always replaceable, tall.."

he smirked. "an island? well, we'd have a long trip, but an island wouldn't be impossible.. best bet for an island is get to a coast, boat, and find somewhere off shore but close enough to be able to come back for supplies. what do you think, do we travel? it'll be a long journey... unless we can find a workin' vehicle with fuel to get us part the way, it's all dependent and we are running real low on supplies these days.." he turned to her and put on his best, lopsided grin. "it's gonna work out you know that right darlin'? whether we end up on a farm, an island, a skyscraper, we can make it work." maybe it was odd, that he'd teamed up with a woman so much younger but... he felt protective, he couldn't help it. cade had always been a provider and he wanted to provide, a safe haven and food, he wanted to be reliable for her like he never had before. "whatever you wanna do darlin', we'll do it so what's your call? island and travel or farm until we have the set up to make the journey?"