He was glad she was curled in so tight. She missed him wincing as she pressed against one of his sore spots.

"Stephanie Isabella Shaw Da Silva, I will never leave you. Ever. I told you that was one of the pitfalls about marrying me. I cling like glue." He wasn't going to trust her to walk all the way across the penthouse to get to bed. She would either stubborn at him or collapse on the way.

So, he scooped her up and carried her.