New house

"Stacy I didn't send anyone to you" Xander informed his wife. Stacy felt useless and guilty and her face sold her out. When Xander saw that look he sighed and cupped her cheeks.

"It's my fault, I should have known" she lowered her gaze but he kissed her forehead.

"You knew nothing, it's not your fault. It's mine. My life is just a hard one and I've. . . involved you into that hardship and misery" he looked away. "Stacy, you don't know how scared I am right now. I don't want to lose you" he pulled her in and enfolded her tightly.

Stacy enfolded him too. She wasn't scared but worried. After the tight enfold that felt like an eternity, Xander pulled out. "let's go pack" he stood up.

Pack? Stacy was shocked. Why? Was it because they've been found. "Why?" She asked, tailing him.

"Stacy we need to find a place he wouldn't find us," he told her.

"But you can just fight him and defeat him," she told him bringing Xander to halt and hush as if he was in deep thought.