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Luke sat down beside him sipping his own. It definately wasn't like Auntie used to make...or his uncle...but it was warm and soothing.

Luke nodded and set about making it soon returning with two mugs and a straw in Bo,s so he wouldn't have to hold it. "Try that..."

"Msorry...guess I aint payin attention." He scooted over on the bed. "You...you can lay down a bit if ya want...."

Luke's ever-observant eyes noticed. "Youre tired."

Luke nodded, kowing Bo wanted him to show some enthusiasm. "Good idea."

Luke frowned, not having any idea now why he was mad, but a feeling in his heart that it had something to do with Cassie. "You...you want a cup of cocoa? I was gonna make me some..." he added daring to hope a cup of cocoa would make things better as it used to do when he was little.

(ignore the prior post=-dunno what happened there) Luke sighed but nodded a little. He could certainly understand not wanting to talk about a subject. At the same time though he silently reasoned out what he did know: A) For Bo to be attacking the bag with such danger to his hands, something had upset him, to the point he hadn't even bothered putting gloves on properly. Bo didn't want to talk about it. Bo was usually pretty open with Luke about things that went on, the death of Sara having brought them closer than ever before. He didn't want to talk though which led Luke to believe one of two things: either it was so fresh in his mind it was still paining him, or whatever the trouble was had something to do with Luke. Maybe even both. He wasn't sure which, so he would wait and see. C) He had been fine at the square, so something must have happened after Luke had gone and Bo had driven home... It was here Luke's jaw dropped realizing he had left Bo to walk all the way home. "Bo I know why you're upset." He pulled at his hair. "God Bo, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking 'bout anythin' 'sides gettin' Abi home. You walked all the way didn'tcha?" He shook his head as he held the ice on Bo with a hand that was starting to tremble with anger at himself and fear that Bo would be so mad he would leave. "I'm sorry brother."

"Well, we'll get the swelling down some...than wrap em sp the muscles have a chance to calm down..." said Luke knowingly, with the experience of a former boxer. He sat down beside him helping him adjust the ice. "So why you mad?"

"Well, we'll get the swelling down some...than wrap em sp the muscles have a chance to calm down..." said Luke knowingly, with the experience of a former boxer. He sat down beside him helping him adjust the ice. "So why you mad?"

Luke nodded though a slight sigh of relief escaped his lips. "I don't think they's broke, but hold this ice for a spell...it should take the swelling down...you can move em right?"

"Cmon...we need t get some ice for yer hands...you should know better Bo," he added softly with a fatherly tone in his voice. He led him back to the kitchen and fixed a towel of ice handing it to Bo, and sitting him down carefully looked over his hands, talking softly as if he were addressing Abi. "You don't pummel the bag for no reason. And where's Cassie? " he asked, as always quickly putting 2+2 together.

Luke stepped between him in the bag taking his gloved hand in his shaking his head. "What's wrong Bo?" he asked softly as he took off the gloves able to see that he likely damaged his hands the way he had been wearing them.

Luke frowned hearing the familiar thumping. Quietly he snapped out of his trance and went out to the barn. "Bo?"

Luke meanwhile sat in the chair still staring at the fire, remembering the many nights he and Sara would just cuddle together before it. He sniffed slightly resting his eyes as he rocked. It was days like today he felt 50.

Luke sipped his coffee as he turned going to the living room. With a heavy sigh, he sat down in Jesse's chair with his mug, staring into the fire that Sammy must have lit, just thinking over the day.

Satisfied that all his loved ones were safely asleep, he turned to the kitchen, going there and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

Sammy lay asleep on her and Bo's bed. Flowers adorned the room, as well as expensive trinkets Bo bought from his travels. he thought nothing too good for Sammy and liked her to know he thought of her when he was away.

Luke eventually tore himself away going to the other bedrooms, checking fiirst on TJ, and then on Sammy.

Luke nodded trying to look happy for Bo's sake. "Yeah."

Luke sat beside her, starting to sing the lullaby he had written just for her. If anyone had told him ten years ago that his music career would consist of lullabys about crickets chirping and doves cooing he would have said they were out of their minds. Of course, ten years ago he was a different person altogether.

Soon enough, Luke arrived home. He carried Abi into her room, laying her gently on the bed. Taking off her little boots, he carefully covered her and just stood there stroking her hair. She was a miracle-that's what she was. The doctors had told him not to expect the baby to live, but she had been born with Sara's zest for life and Luke's stubborness and had surpassed their expectations. Of course the warnings from the doctors still consumed his thoughts. She had been born so early, with so many problems. It was bound to effect her in some way... But thus far, she was fine- a healthy, beautiful six-year-old... and Luke silently vowed to do everything in his power to keep her that way.

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Luke nodded tears welling in his eyes. "Will be."

Luke nodded a little knowing Bo didn't want to talk about the troubles any more. "Yeah," he said softly.