Ahh! It's the sequel! Sorry it took so long. It's been crazy the past few days. The action starts right away, but don't worry. I'll be incorporating flashbacks so y'all can get some Zammie and have a little bit of an idea what happened between Undeserving and where this picks up.

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Zach POV

It was crazy how I couldn't help the way my heart raced and my lips stretched wide as I came home from HQ that night, but I guess that's love, right?

Even after six years of being married to my Gallagher Girl, my whole being jumped with excitement every day I came home and saw her beautiful face and my child.

Yeah, that's right. Child. The smile grew even wider as I twisted the key into the lock of the door and thought about when Cammie finally agreed to be a mom.

We were on the way to pick up Grant and Bex from the airport. They finally got married, and they were returning from their honeymoon in Australia.

I was driving, and Cam was playing with the radio, trying to find a station she liked. I grabbed her hand and held it tight, bringing it to my mouth and kissing it. We'd been blissfully married for two years now, and, even though we had our tiffs, we always worked through them.

Finally she just sighed, frustrated, and slammed her hand against the power button, turning the radio off completely.

I was about to make a cocky comment, but she cut me off before I could. "Let's talk kids," she said, using the same line I had said so many years ago. Well, only two, but it still seemed like ages while seemingly like just yesterday at the same time.

My jaw dropped, and I stared at her. Her eyes twinkled as she laughed and grabbed the steering wheel. Gosh, she's so beautiful, I thought.

"Zach! Eyes on the road, honey."

I tried to get over my shock, shaking my head and directing my attention back to the asphalt in front of me. "Right," I muttered under my breath. Speaking up, I asked, "What brought this on?"

She sighed, "I told you I would think about it."

I scoffed. Lovingly, of course. "Two years of thinking?"

Great. Now she was glaring, "Yes, Zachary, it was an important decision. It couldn't be a rash one."

"Two years is definitely not rash."

"Exactly," she smiled proudly.

"So what decision did you come to?"

"Well, I knew where you stood, Mr. Best-Dad-in-the-World. And, after some thinking, I decided I agree. I want to be a mom, and I want to raise a child with you."

"Really?" I started to get excited now. If I hadn't been in a car or driving, I would have picked her up and twirled her.

As we were pulling into a parking spot at the airport, she whispered, "Really."

Cutting the engine off, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her.

"We're going to be parents," I said, kissing her again as we met Bex and Grant.

"Are you ready for this?"

"Probably not," I answered honestly. "But, with you at my side, I'm sure we can handle it."

She smiled up at me before Bex tackled her in a hug, telling her a story about how she disproved kangaroos' reputation for being dangerous boxers.

I opened the door, waiting to be tackled by my little boy, Riley. When my legs were never attacked, I frowned. Normally I would have hugged and kissed Cammie by now and be 'wrestling' on the floor with my boy.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a note in Cam's handwriting.

"Zach,
Riley and I are heading over to Liz and Jonas's house for an hour. Jonas was flipping out because Liz is purple. Some experiment gone wrong… Stop smirking and rolling your eyes. We'll be home soon. Can't wait to see you, darling. Would you mind putting the lasagna from the fridge into the oven for me?
We love you,
Cammie and Riley"

I smiled at how well she knew me. I had been smirking and rolling my eyes. I put the lasagna in the oven as ordered and decided to watch a little of the football game Grant had been going on and on about today hoping Cammie wouldn't be long.

Cammie POV

"She's purple, Cam! Purple!" It was quiet for a second before I heard Jonas's voice again on the phone, but I heard him calling Liz's name in the background. "I think she's losing consciousness," Jonas panicked.

"Don't worry, Jonas. I'm on my way, okay? Don't do anything," I attempted to calm him down before hanging up the phone.

"Come on, Riley! We're going to go visit Aunt Liz and Uncle Jonas," I called. I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be here when Zach came home. I had found out some news today that I wanted to tell him as soon as he was home. I guess that wasn't going to happen now.

He came running down the hall from his bedroom. He had some green paint smudged on his cheek and covering his hand.

Riley was mine and Zach's four year old little child. He was our pride and joy. All of our friends loved him, and he was absolutely spoiled. He looked like a mini-Zach, but Zach said we were just alike in our personalities.

He was already turning out to be the makings of an amazing spy if he chose that path when he grew up. Zach and I had decided we wouldn't ever pressure him into that decision. The life of a spy was a difficult one.

Already Riley felt the pains of having spy parents. There were times when one of us wasn't there, and the rare times when we were both gone. He had his amazing "aunts and uncles" as well as his grandparents, though, and he loved staying with them. Zach and I tried our best to be slightly picky with the missions we went on, but that wasn't always an option.

Riley was going to be a little heartbreaker someday, no doubt, but, thankfully, he hadn't inherited his daddy's smirk… yet.

"Were you playing with your paints again, Riley?" I asked in a reprimanding tone.

His eyes widened and the guilt on his face was apparent, "No way, Mommy," he said.

"Oh, really?" I asked. He nodded so I brushed my thumb over the paint and showed it to him, "What's this then?"

He hung his head in shame.

"Didn't I tell you not to because it was too late, and we'd do it tomorrow?"

He nodded with tears in his eyes.

I hugged him tight to my chest, "It's okay, honey. Just don't do it again, okay? No lying, either."

"Okay, Mommy," my four year old promised.

"Go get your shoes, okay?"

He ran off to get shoes, and I scribbled a note to Zach about where we were.

On the way to Liz's, I was thinking about the trip Zach and I had planned to visit my parents when my attention shifted to the car behind me in the distance. I bit my lip, realizing it was a tail.

I glanced back at Riley. He was still asleep. Thank God. I began to use every technique I knew to get rid of the tailing car, but they were good.

After one particularly sharp turn, I thought I'd lost them, but then I was surrounded in every direction.

Zach POV

I glanced at the clock. 8:15. I knew Cam would have called by now if it was taking that long to take care of the Liz problem. I had taken the lasagna out an hour ago.

I picked up the phone and dialed Jonas's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man."

"Zach! Where's Cam? She was supposed to be here ages ago."

"She's not there?"

"No. She's not with you?"

I hung up.

I started to get worried. More than worried. I panicked.

Cammie POV

They, whoever they are, threatened to kill Riley. So, I went with them.