Chapter 2:

A whoosh of cold wind flew at me, chills flying throughout my body, separating the warm and steamy atmosphere of the bathroom from the cold bedroom. My hair dripped water onto my shoulders, only making the cold sensation worse. Cecile looked at me and laughed.

"Come on, don't let me freeze." I begged.

"Oh, is the chameleon afraid of the cold?" She mocked, sticking her tongue out at me.

"Yes, dreadfully afraid of it, and I'm going to turn into a rainbow flavored popsicle if you don't get my something to wear." I cried, my legs wobbling from left to right.

She smirked at me. "Not until you say the magic word." She rested a hand on her hip.

"Please." I tried.

"Haha, nope, that magic word is only for Wyatt."

"Cecile!" I whined.

She playfully put a hand on her chin. "Not the magic word either."

"Tea." I said.

"Hmm, that'll work for tonight." She smiled, walking into her closet.

The rain heavily poured onto the windshields of cars, rhythmically pounding the pavement. I watched from the window of Cecile's bedroom, knowing that even if I wanted to, there was no way I can drive home like this.

"You need some pj's?" She set the worn pajamas on her crisp white linens.

She wore a gray oversized shirt, the words Washington State printed across her chest. And although Cecile was 5'3, the shirt was a bit short on her. Her hair was tied into one of the most effortlessly beautiful top-knots I had ever seen.

"You still wear his shirt?" I whispered, but it came out as more of a question instead of a statement.

"It's all I have left." She sighed as she helped me fold my work clothes. "I've never cared or been cared for by someone so much. It just feels like the last piece of him I have."

"I know." I felt the small elastic band, with the words "Class of '93" printed on it, on my hand as I whispered, "Me too."

Our gazes met for less than a second before she said, "No crying tonight!" She clapped her hands together, wiping her dry eyes. "I'm going to go put Wyatt to sleep, and make some tea because after all you deserve some de-stressing." She rushed out.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the cotton pajamas keeping my legs warm. I ran my hands through my hair, not noticing how much my back hurt until I rested it against the soft pillows. Not noticing how every bone in my body ached until I melted into the mattress. By the time Cecile walked in, I was out cold.

I woke up to mumbling. I blinked my eyes open, thinking that Wyatt must've woken up and Cecile was trying to put him back to bed. I tried to ignore it as I clutched the pillow tighter and pulled the soft blanket up to my shoulder.

But the mumbling started again, and I realized it was too close. I turned to see that Cecile was still in the bed, and she was the one mumbling.

For the first few minutes, I let it be, hoping she would stop eventually. I tossed to the other side hoping that she was alright and that the mumbling wasn't a bad sign.

But it was. And the mumbling just got louder. What started as mumbles turned into screams as she shot up in the bed, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She was panting like someone who had been chased, letting the tears stream down her face without hesitation.

She was still examining her surroundings, and I finally figured out what was going on.

She had a nightmare.

Not just any nightmare though, she was dreaming about the night he died. The way his face was cold and lifeless in her hands as she screamed for help.

And so she screamed, "I can't do this!" I stopped her from throwing the lamp next to her at the wall. She stood up, shoving the nightstand onto its side knocking everything over. I ran up to her as she banged her fist on the mirror and watched it crack. She began pushing and clawing at me, trying to get past me. I tried to pull her down but she overpowered me, running into the kitchen and grabbing a knife.

She looked at her reflection in the knife and continued crying more. "It's too hard, I can't keep living like this." I forced the knife out of her hand, horrified. I grabbed her pulling her away from the kitchen onto the couch and held her as she sobbed on my lap. "Cammie I can't raise him without his father. I just can't do-"

"Shhh," I soothed. "You're not raising him yourself. I'm here. Joe, Abby, Mom, Bex, Liz, Macey. We're all here to help raise him."

"I feel pathetic." She whispered, sniffing. "I can't protect him from a simple soy allergy. How am I supposed to raise him?"

"You're already doing a great job." I stroked her hair. "You raised a carefree child, who can laugh in the saddest of moments. Keeping a smile on that face is the best thing you can give him."

"I told Drew I wasn't ready for this. I told him that we should take our time." She sobbed. "Now he's gone, and I'm raising our kid by myself. And I wish I could go back in time and-"

"If you finish that sentence I'll kill you myself." I looked down at her. "Wyatt is one of the best things life could've given you. Don't talk about him like he's some kind of mistake."

"I just wish things were different."

"We all do." And that was the last thing we said. We spent the rest of the night staring out the window, watching the sunrise. I know that Cecile was still quietly sobbing, but we didn't talk about why. She needed a good cry.

When we saw Wyatt wipe his eyes and walk into the bathroom, we knew that both of our days had started.

"I'm gonna go make pancakes, you help Wyatt get ready for school." I stood up, pulling her to her feet and marching into the kitchen.

Okay, so I know I suggested making pancakes, but that was before it hit me that the only pancakes I can make are the freezer ones that you pop in the microwave, and I've still burnt them handfuls of times. I continued tripping over the spilt flour until I spotted bread in the pantry. I pulled the tag off and plopped it into the toaster, and brewed some coffee. I slice up a couple of strawberries from the fridge and drizzled them in honey. Then I just put a spread on the toast. As you can tell, I'm totally wife-material.

"Cammie, how are things going?" Cecile shouted from down the hall, as Wyatt emerged with a small blue towel around his waist.

"Perfect!" I shout back. Wyatt shivered next to me.

"I-it's f-freezing, A-aunt Cam." He made his lips quiver.

"You poor baby." I mocked as he ran to the small heater and huddled over it.

"Wyatt!" Cecile called. I stood there laughing as he ran as fast as his short legs could into his room.

Wyatt came back fully dressed in khaki pants and a blue button up with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled. He had the goofiest pair of sunglasses on as he wobbled into the room.

I cocked my eyebrow. "Well don't you look like a little heartbreaker?"

He simply took off his sunglasses and asked, "Where's my breakfast, woman?"

"Woman?" I said, my voice a warning.

His eyes popped out of his head as he whispered, "I mean, I'm hungry Aunt Cam." He rubbed his stomach. A giggle escaped my lips.

I set down a plate in front of him and sat next to him.

I turned to face him, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Wyatt, what's taking mommy so long?"

"She has a customer." He shoved the toast in his mouth. I rubbed his shoulder signaling him to take it easy. Cecile probably had to take a call early. Customer service waits for no one.

We continued on with breakfast, still no sign of Cecile.

"Wyatt, go grab your backpack, I'll drive you to school." I stood up and peeped my head through Cecile's door. She had her laptop on her lap and her Bluetooth in her ear. I shook my keys to let her know I was leaving. She nodded mouthing a 'thank you'.

I adjusted my rear view mirror as I saw Wyatt looking at himself.

"Kiddo, are you buckled?"

"Maybe." He smirked.

"You are just full of it today, aren't you?"

"I like spending time with Aunt Cam."

"I love you too, kid."

As we pulled up in front of the red school building, he covered his head and cozied into the seat.

"I don't think so." I declared tickling his sides. He giggled uncontrollably flipping and turning. "Now come on, get outta my car." He pushed the door open and hopped out, opening my door. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and ran over to his friends. Let's be honest, Wyatt was perfect.

10 minutes early I clocked into work. It's a record that I made it before Liz. As I unlocked our office, and turned the lights on, I walked in knowing there was a long day ahead of me. And I'm guessing nothing interesting was about to happen, as usual.

NOTE: I do not have am updating schedule I just do it in due time, it won't be over a month but probably more than a week. Also, that A/N with extra story info will be in the comments henceforth.

Review Time:

BritishBomshell007: I LIVE TO SERVE YOU MY QUEEN! Exactly I just wanted a Doctor drama and there might be some out there but oof. I LOVE YOU BUT THE FUNERAL IS A SECRET! I WILL NOT SPILL THE BEANS BUT TRUST THAT I WONT DO YOU LIKE THAT.

GallagherGirlsEmbassyRowFan: thank you babe 3 I can't spill the secret of the funeral! And the weird thing is you're usually so good at picking apart my plots but this will be one that you aren't expecting ;) Thanks and I hope your year is going well!