I turned around and glared at him. When I turned around, I had slapped him in the face. When I saw what I had did, I put my hands to my face then ran out of the kitchen out the back door. I ran into the woods ran about a quarter mile away which was at the creek. I sat down and looked down in the water.
As I was looking in the water, I kept replaying in my head of me slapping Castiel in the face in front of Peter. I know he's only a few months old but I don't want my children seeing one if his parents hitting the other. Don't even want them around when were fighting well arguing.
Hours have past since I've been here and I was expected Castiel to come find me but he didn't. Even when I heard foot steps I thought it was him but when someone had touched me it was Harley.
I looked at him and
