Warren sat in bed for the longest time, watching Serenity sleep, and thinking about how he found her with her face laying in the pie, and an empty bottle of booze in her hand. Wishing he didn't bring her to the point that she felt she needed to get herself that way. The longer he watched her and didn't see any movement, the more worried he became, and kept asking for her to open her eyes. After getting no response, he debated on bringing her in to see if she may have gotten alcohol poisoning, and brought his finger up to her upper lip to see if he could feel her breathing.

The touch of his finger above her lip must have tickled her, and pulled his finger back when she moved a little. "Serenity?" he asked while placing his hand on her shoulder, moving her gently, and trying to get her to open her eyes. When she wouldn't, he got out of bed, and decided to find out where she got the bottle of bourbon from.

He walked into the kitchen, and saw Esther and Harriet preparing breakfast. "Morning ladies."

Harriet looked his way, and smiled. "Well, good morning Warren, how did your night turn out?" she asked excitedly, hoping to hear it went well.

He walked in further, and closer to them, resting his hands on the center island when he approached. He looked at the two and noticed how they were both giving him the look, smiling, curiously waiting for him to tell them how the night went, and lowered his head while he stretched his back. "It didn't go the way I had hoped it would, but it went alright."

"Just alright?" asked Harriet.

"I see you got a hold of the pies, how were they?" Esther asked, smiling.

"I wouldn't know, Serenity ate them. Which is why I'm here..." he groaned, standing up, and crossing his arms.

"Oh?" Esther asked, looking confused.

"I found her in the kitchen early this morning, passed out, and with her face lying in the blueberry pie. She also had an empty bottle of bourbon in her hand. You wouldn't happen to know whose bottle that was, would you?"

Both Esther and Harriet looked at each other shrugging their shoulders, then both turned to the fridge pointing. "I'm not sure who's bottle that was, but we noticed there was a note on the fridge this morning," Harriet said.

Warren walked over to the fridge, and tore the list off. He looked at the wine rack, and turned around, facing them. "Who didn't fill her wine rack?"

"I'm guessing Parker, she asked him a couple days ago to refill it," Harriet says, while beating the eggs.

"Thanks," he says, lowering his hand, looking disappointed. "I'm guessing that must have been Parker's bourbon, or I should say, was his."

"How is she feeling, is she hungover?" Esther asked, thinking she better give him some headache pills to give her, and walked over to the cupboard grabbing a bottle, then pouring her a glass of water. "Here, give her these," she says, handing him the water and pills.

"She's still asleep." he says, setting the pills and water on the counter, then looked over her shoulder to see what they were making. He then walked over, and picked up the empty bottle he had set on the counter. "Do me a favor... when you're done making breakfast, will one of you bring her breakfast to our room please? I don't think she'll be leaving that room anytime soon... I would like to go have a word with Parker."

"Sure can," Harriet says, watching him leave the kitchen. She looked at Esther, and shook her head with a shit eating grin, "Looks like someone's in trouble, glad it wasn't us."

Serenity slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy, and rolled her eyes around slowly, looking around the room, and trying to figure out what happened the night before. Last thing she remembered was, being in the kitchen, trying the pies, and drinking bourbon. She then furrowed her eyebrows further when she realized she was in bed, and tried remembering how she got back in the room. She rolled over to see if Warren was in bed, and closed her eyes when she saw he wasn't there, and sighed heavily thinking he was gone once again.

She went to push herself up, but the pounding in her head was so bad, and causing her to feel sick to her stomach, that it had her staying right where she was. She slowly rolled onto her back, while resting her arm over her eyes, hoping to block out the brightness in the room, and to stop her from wanting to run into the bathroom to let out her insides.

Moments later she heard a knock at the door, and slowly raised her arm, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at the door, "Come in," her voice crackled as she called out. The moment she spoke, the pounding in her head felt worse, and closed her eyes tight.

"Morning sweetheart," Harriet said, walking over to her with a tray of food. "How are we feeling?" she asked, setting the tray down next to her on her nightstand, then stood next to her and stared at her. She saw she was looking pale and was glad she brought her some meds to help take care of her headache.

She didn't want to open her eyes, but she did to look at Harriet, and to tell her how she felt in hopes she would leave the room. "Like shit," she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

Harriet removed her hands from her face, and grinned. "You do look awfully pale. Warren told us about how he found you this morning, so, I brought you some headache pills figuring you could use these," she says, handing her the pills, and the glass of water.

"Thanks," she whispered, sitting up, and taking the pills from her hand. She popped them into her mouth, then slammed the entire glass of water. She could smell what Harriet brought her, and looked over at the tray of food, when she set the glass down, "I'm not so sure I can eat anything, I feel like whatever's resting in my stomach, is about to come out."

Harriet laughed, thinking that it was her own fault for drinking the way she did, and then looked at her with a questionable look. "What made you drink bourbon?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and looking at her with curiosity. She could sense something wasn't right with her, especially since she wasn't a booze drinker, and urged her to talk to her. "You know I'm here for you... and anytime you need to talk, I'm always here."

"I know..." she sighed, "I didn't plan on drinking that, and was only wanting a glass of wine. I was extremely upset with Warren, and then I got more upset when I saw my wine rack empty knowing I had asked Parker to restock it the other day. To see he didn't do what I asked, I got even more upset. When I saw the bottle sitting next to the wine rack, I didn't feel like looking for anything else to drink, and figured what the hell... I didn't care at that moment what I drank, I just wanted to get myself drunk, and forget about the things that were going on in my life... but now I'm regretting that decision," she sighed.

"May I ask what you were upset with Warren about?"

"I don't want to get into that part right now... but what I do know is, something is off with him. Something isn't right. He doesn't seem to be the same man I married two years ago, and I'm beginning to get a little worried..." she says, looking away from her, "Harriet?" she asked, looking towards the window, "I don't know if it's me, but have you noticed anything different with Warren since he's come home? I've been noticing strange things with him for almost a year, but last night it was really noticeable."

"No, not really," she says shaking her head, "The only thing different with him was, asking Esther and I to make him a couple pies."

"You haven't noticed anything?"

"No, sorry I haven't... in what ways are you referring to?"

"Just everything about him. I can't place my finger on it, but what I've noticed is, his looks have changed somewhat, he's more growly, and he isn't as loving as he once used to be. I don't know if it's because he's always away and never home, then when he does come home, he's feeling tired, that it's making him act the way he does? I don't know what to think... and then those pies he had you two make, he never eats pie..."

"Which reminds me... how were they?" she asked cutting her off, and smirking.

"I- I don't remember," she stuttered. She remembers eating some of the apple pie, but was afraid to tell her the reason why she ate them, and how she herself hated pie. She then looked at her sadly, and slid down into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "I'm sorry Harriet, I didn't mean to eat the pies you two made, especially since I knew you made them for Warren. I just wanted to try them."

"It's okay, he only wanted one of each pie, and being that we had left over filling, we made two more," she says, patting her leg. "At least they didn't go to waste," she winked.

Warren walked into the room, and cleared his throat when he saw Harriet sitting on their bed, talking to Serenity. Harriet turned her head and when she saw Warren standing in the doorway looking at her the way he was, she quickly stood, and looked back at Serenity. "I'll be going now, make sure you get some food into that stomach of yours, it'll make you feel much better."

"Thanks, Harriet."

Warren stepped aside, allowing Harriet to leave the room, then shut the door after she left the room, and walked over to the nightstand. He picked up the tray of food, and set it onto Serenity's lap. "You need to eat," he insisted, then picked up the fork and held it out to her.

"Warren, please don't make me eat. I don't feel I can eat anything, and I really don't have the stomach for it right now."

He sat down on the bed beside her, and reached for the toast that was on her plate, handing it to her, "You need to eat something."

She gave him a scowled look, and pushed his hand away from her. "Now you care? Last night you didn't seem to care about me, or my feelings. And now you're acting like you care how I'm feeling..."

"Serenity, I do care. It's just that I have a lot going on right now, and I've been trying to juggle my life around with work, you, and home life. I'm trying so hard to make you happy, and I'm trying to make up for the time of being away from you... I'm doing the best I can to keep you in my life... do you think it's that easy for me to be away all the time?"

She didn't want to look at him, and continued staring over to the wall. Sometimes she felt it would be best if they went their separate ways, but was afraid to say anything to him, especially lately with his shortened temper, and wanted to keep what she was feeling to herself. She loved him, and loved when he was home, but felt if anything, now would be the time to ask for a divorce to make it easier for them to forget about each other, and turned her head towards him when he asked for her to look at him.

"Are you hearing anything I'm saying to you?" he asked.

"I am, but I have something on my mind, and was debating with myself on bringing it up to you."

He tilted his head to the side, and set the piece of toast back down on her plate, "And what would that be?"

She stared at him for a moment, then looked down. She wasn't sure if she wanted a divorce, but was tired of being alone, feeling lonely, and didn't want to be alone any longer. She wanted to finally be happy every day and not just when he came home when he did. "I was thinking I may want a divorce."

"What? Why would you even think of such a ridiculous thing like that?" he asked shocked.

"You're never home... and you're not the same man I married. Something's changed with you, I feel it, I can see it, and I can't take you being away any more. I'm done Warren... I'm just done," she says, raising her voice and with tears strolling down her cheek.

Warren took a deep breath, and looked down, as he shifted his body away from her, and stared down at the floor. "If you're asking me for a divorce, I'm not going to grant you it. You yourself asked me last night to start a family with you, and that's what I intend to do."

She had a feeling he wouldn't grant her a divorce, and sighed. She didn't know what to say, and with the headache she had, she didn't feel like talking anymore about it, and wanting their talk turning into a huge argument. Without saying another word, she looked down at her food, and picked up the piece of toast, taking a small bite.

He turned his head back towards her, and smiled a little seeing she was finally eating. "If it means anything to you, I was supposed to head back to work this morning, but called in and said I wouldn't be back until Monday morning. Now we have all weekend to talk, and do whatever we need to do to fix this marriage of ours."

"You mean to tell me, you only planned on coming back for one night?" she asked upset. "One night?" she asked louder, closing her eyes when the pounding in her head felt as if her head was being nailed into the wall behind her.

"Serenity, did you even hear me? I said I called in, informing them I wouldn't be back until Monday morning, and was able to get someone else to work for me. Please, give me some credit here..."

She opened her eyes, and gave him a serious look. "Fine... I'll give you a little credit, but I'm going to request one thing... that you do not fire Harriet and Esther."

"Fine, I won't fire them..."

"Thank you," she whispered in relief.

"I also had a talk with Parker, he apologizes for not filling your wine rack, and apologized for leaving his bottle on the counter. I don't know what made you think you could drink bourbon. You don't even like booze."

"Just like you don't like pies," she retorted, giving him a dirty look.

He lowered his head, knowing she had him there, then looked back over to her, "I have an idea, why don't you finish eating your breakfast, then why don't you go take a shower or bath, whichever you choose to do, and whenever you finish getting yourself ready, I'll take you out for the day. I'll go call Benson, and have him pick us up in... let's say two hours," he says, looking at his watch, "Sound good to you?"

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a little smile.

"I'll figure that out while you're getting ready. I owe you this day, and I will do whatever it takes for you not to feel like you need to divorce me."

She wanted to smile, and felt her heart becoming one piece again after it felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces the night before. As he stood, she looked down at her food, still not feeling up to eating, but knew he, and Harriet were right, it might make her feel better and grabbed the fork off the tray. While she ate her breakfast and got herself ready, Warren left the room, and called Benson asking that he meet them at the house in a couple hours.

Warren wanted to see how far Serenity was in getting herself ready, and walked back into the bedroom just as she walked out of the bathroom in just her towel. Seeing her in only a towel, gave him a smile, as well a growing member below, and walked over to her, resting his hands on the sides of her arms, and leaned into her ear. "I'm sorry Hun..." he says, lowering his face, and kissing her on the backside of her shoulder. "I've got so much going on, and I feel bad for neglecting you... I need you to know, and understand, it's not intentional."

She turned around, and wrapped her arms around him as she rested her cheek against his chest. "I miss you so very much, and it's been killing me with you being away all the time," she said quietly.

"I know..." he whispered, holding her tighter against him. "Soon, this will all be over."

She didn't understand what he meant by that, and quickly looked up at him, "What? What do you mean by that?" she asked, hoping it meant that he was going to be quitting his job.

He looked down at her, and twisted his lips, "What I meant to say was, I hope to be home more often, and to not fly out as much. I put in a request to work less hours, and another request to be home more during the week, other than just on the weekends."

"Oh... that would be so nice... I'm really missing the man I married," she hummed.

"I'm missing my wife also," he says, pulling away from her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked her in the eyes, smirking. "You better hurry and get ready, Benson will be here shortly."

She gave him a disappointing look, thinking he was going to pull her in and kiss her like he used to, and sighed, "I'll make it quick. What am I supposed to be wearing anyway?"

"Put it this way, the weather is beautiful right now, so, I'll be taking you to the vineyard, and we'll be tasting as much wine as we can possibly handle." he winked. "How does that sound?"

"That'll work," she smiled. "Unless you're only trying to get me drunk."

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