"Can you fucking believe her?" he demanded, but he didn't give Jason a chance to respond or if he did, Trevor didn't hear him.

He couldn't believe she'd just done that. "After everything I did for her?" he said, shaking his head in disgust. While he'd been ready to move forward with her she'd been looking to get out. Well, fuck her, because he didn't need her.

This wasn't going to last anyway. He'd have ended things in another fifty or sixty years with her. He'd never wanted anything permanent with her so this really didn't bother him. This was fine. This was more than fine, he thought as he drove his fist through the wall.

"Whoa! Calm the hell down!" Jason said, getting to his feet.

"You calm the hell down!" Trevor snapped, feeling ready to blow. "This is my fucking house!" he yelled, hoping she heard him. Never in his life had he been this angry.

"I don't fucking need her," he said, resuming his pacing as he shook off the pain in his hand. "I gave her a fucking place to live, a part-time job, I helped her find a job and I took care of her and she didn't do a goddamn thing for me," he said, getting more riled up as he paced the room. "Not one fucking thing!" he yelled, half hoping she'd hear him and come running back down the stairs so he could yell at her and make her see that she'd made a mistake.

"Maybe we should take this to your apartment," Jason suggested with a helpless shrug.

Trevor shook his head. "I'm not leaving! You hear me? If you want me to leave then you get your ass down here and tell me to my face to leave, because I'm telling you right now, it's not over until I say it is!" he yelled.

"Okay, time to go," Jason sighed as he grabbed Trevor and started pulling him towards the door.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" he snapped, shoving his cousin away. "I'm not leaving until she talks to me."

"Well, she's not going to talk to you if you keep yelling like some lunatic!" Jason snapped. "Calm the fuck down before you really mess this up. Right now she's just pissed and you can probably save this fucked up relationship, but if you keep acting like this and yelling she's going to call the cops and have your ass hauled out of here."

"My relationship is not fucked up," Trevor bit out harshly, but in a more restrained tone. The last thing he needed was to get sent to jail and give Zoe a chance to leave.

This wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

She was his and she damn well knew it and she would remain his until he decided that he was done with her.

"There's nothing wrong with our relationship," he bit out distractedly as he paced the room, never taking his eyes away from the stairs.

"Oh, you don't think so? How about the fact that for the last two months the two of you have been trying to hide your relationship?" Jason asked, grabbing his attention in a big way.

"How did you-"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Puhlease, with the way that you were watching her, smiling whenever she was around or scaring every guy off that looked her way it was hard to miss."

Trevor shot the man a glare.

Jason simply shrugged. "Of course there were also the matching hickeys the two of you wore about a month back that kind of gave you away."

He didn't remember that, mostly because they'd gotten carried away several times.

"I was actually hoping that you wouldn't fuck this up. Zoe's good for you," Jason said, sitting back down and allowing the dogs to settle on his lap.

Trevor had to snort at that. "She's not good for me. She doesn't even come close to what I'm looking for," he pointed out.

"No, she's a thousand times better," Jason said quietly.

"How the hell can you say that?" he demanded, throwing another wistful look towards the stairs.

"Because you love her," Jason simply said, picking up a carton of beef and broccoli and offered some to the dogs.

Trevor opened his mouth to tell his cousin he was full of shit, but he couldn't.

On paper Zoe didn't meet any of his standards for a wife. She didn't come from a big family, but that didn't really matter to him anymore because he knew his family adored her. His uncle wouldn't have yelled at her if he didn't. She didn't have a lot of money, but that was okay because he did and he'd happily support her. He actually loved spoiling her and found himself looking for ways to please her.

Other than Haley she didn't have a lot of close friends that she confided in, but that was also okay because she could always confide in him and bitch about anything she wanted and he'd happily listen. She also wasn't the type of woman who made men drool, besides him, and got the attention of every guy in the room, but that was okay because none of them should be fucking looking at her anyway.

She also couldn't cook worth a damn, she sang off key, was a bit of a neat freak, bossy, demanding and perfect. He didn't need her to tell him that she loved him, because he knew by the way she looked at him and treated him that she loved him and he'd been a fucking idiot over the past two months. Instead of keeping the best thing in his life a secret he should have been dragging her out and enjoying being with her instead of punishing them both for his stupidity.

"What the fuck did I just do?" he whispered, wondering how he'd fucked this up and so fast. He'd treated her like shit and assumed she'd appreciate any attention he gave her. His father had been right all those years ago.

He was a fucking idiot.

"Besides put a hole in the wall and sending the woman you love crying hysterically out of the room?" Jason asked in an annoyingly calm tone. "You fucked up, but don't worry you'll do that a lot."

"Gee, thanks," Trevor said dryly.

"Not a problem," Jason said cheerfully as he started searching through the empty bags and containers. "Damn, it's all empty," Jason grumbled. "Could you go up there and grovel now so that we can get our asses back to my mother's house? I'm starving."

"Yeah, cause it's all about you," Trevor said wryly, turning to head up the stairs.

"It really is though," Jason readily agreed.

"I really don't know how Haley puts up with you."

Jason sighed heavily as he patted his own chest, "Adores. Me."

"Uh huh," Trevor agreed absently as he tried to figure out the best way to grovel to a woman. He'd never done it before. Usually within the first thirty seconds of a fight with a woman he'd simply walk away, but there was no walking away from Zoe.

She was everything to him.

"I'd bring one of the puppies with you to butter her up," Jason said, standing with Max in his arms. "Here, take this one."

Trevor took the puppy and started up the stairs only to pause halfway up. "Where are you going?"

"To give you some privacy," Jason said, heading towards the hallway door. "And to rummage through your kitchen to find something to eat before I pass out. You people aren't taking very good care of me," he bitched as he left with Toby hot on his heels. By now the dog knew the signs of a Bradford on the prowl for food and was making damn sure that he was there to take care of any crumbs left behind.

Petting Max, he slowly climbed up the stairs, wondering what the best way to go about groveling. Begging? On his knees? Promises to buy her the world? Because he'd do all that and more. He loved her and wanted to take care of her and show her how good it could be between them.

He paused at her closed door, wondering if he should knock or state his case behind the protection of the closed door where his balls would remain safe. After a slight pause and a silent apology to his balls in advance, he opened the door, more than ready to take his punishment like a man and frowned when he didn't encounter any flying books or yelling.

"Go find mommy," he said, putting the tiny pup down.

As he followed the puppy as it ran full speed towards the bathroom he wondered if maybe he should hit the pound and get another dog for her since she really loved dogs and he loved the look on her face when was getting puppy kisses. Maybe he should......

All thoughts of what he should do raced from his head as he spotted Zoe crumpled on the floor, lying near a small pool of blood. His heart dropped in his chest as he raced to her side, somehow remembering to be gentle with Max as he picked the dog up and moved him to the side. With a shaky hand he reached out and checked her pulse, praying and promising everything he had if she was okay.

She had to be okay.

He sighed with relief when he felt her pulse. "Baby? Zoe? Sweetheart," he said, resisting the urge to shake her, but barely. From what he could see she'd fallen and he didn't want to hurt her anymore.

"It's okay, Zoe," he said, wishing he'd been a fucking man and come after her and begged her to give him a chance when she ran out of the room instead of acting like an asshole. This was all his fault, he realized as he went to grab his phone out of his pocket only to remember that he took it out of his pocket and placed it on his aunt's kitchen table so that he wouldn't get it wet while he was doing dishes.

He needed to get her help, but he didn't want to leave her, he couldn't. For the second time since Zoe became a part of his life he was happy that he hadn't had the walls insulated.

"Jason!"

* * *

"Sir, you need to calm down," the triage nurse said, probably for the hundredth time that hour.

"I'll calm down when you let me in there to see her," Trevor said, trying to pull out of his uncle and Jason's grasp as they tried to drag him away from the front desk.

"If you'd just have a seat, I'm sure someone will be with you in a moment," she said in that annoyingly calm tone that made him want to tear the place apart with his hands.

"That's what you said an hour ago!" Trevor snapped. "I want to see my girlfriend or at the very least have someone tell me how she is!" he snapped, fighting to get out of the restraint so that he could storm through the double gray doors and find Zoe.

For three of the longest hours of his life he'd been forced to stay in the emergency room's waiting area while doctors did god only knows what to Zoe. When his family wasn't reassuring him that she'd be okay or offering to get him something to eat they were taking turns trying to restrain him.

Never in his life had he appreciated his family more than today. When word got out that Zoe was hurt, every single one of them came running, except for Haley who'd been forced to stay away because no one wanted to take the chance of the babies catching a bug in the waiting room. He hadn't been pacing the waiting room ten minutes when the first flood of Bradfords came storming through the doors demanding to know how Zoe was. They didn't all know her, most of them hadn't met her, but she was important to him so that made her important to them. Plus it probably didn't hurt that she'd tipped them all off about the buffet last weekend.

"Let's go have a seat before she calls the nice security officers on you again," Jared said as he half-dragged/half-shoved Trevor back to the waiting room where a fresh group of Bradford males looked ready to take him to the ground if he moved so much as an inch out of the room again.

For a moment he actually considered going for the doors again just so they'd beat the shit out of him and give him a bed inside so he could go look for Zoe. Then he realized he wouldn't do much good for Zoe if they knocked him out or the nurse had him restrained to a bed since he was acting a bit insane at the moment.

"We should have lied about her family," Jason said, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. "I should have told them I was her brother so I could find out what the hell was going on."

"I tried telling them that Zoe was my daughter, but the ice princess manning the desk wasn't having it," Jared said, looking like he'd aged ten years in the past three hours.

"I honestly don't know how she's managed," Jason said.

"Managed what?" Trevor said, glaring at a rather rotund man who stepped in his line of sight. The man noticeably started when he spotted Trevor and thankfully moved the hell out of his way so he could keep his eyes on the door.

"Being alone," Jason said softly. "I can't imagine how she did it all these years, having no one and nothing."

"She's not alone," Trevor bit out. "She has me."

"Until you fuck up again that is," Jason mused, looking thoughtful.