Chapter 22: In Which They Spend Time

With their stomachs satiated with delicious baked pasta and sugar cream pie, Isla sat snuggled up at his side with the LED turned on to FRIENDS as she traced mindless patterns on his bare chest which had him almost purring in delight as he relaxed under her soft touch.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked eyeing the bloody wound under the bandage.

"Don't worry sweet girl, it doesn't hurt much" He reassured her, and she nodded with a sigh.

There was a pregnant pause before she spoke again, catching him a little off guard by her question.

"You never told me anything about your family," she said peering up at him with curious eyes.

His brows rose at her question as he met her eyes and let out a sigh before answering.

"Well... it never really came up, but my family isn't anything special"

"I don't mind, tell me about them anyway" she insisted.