I really enjoyed writing a memory fic, so here is chapter two. There are just too many scenes that deserve some attention. This fic is in Will's POV, except for some memories which are remembered by Sonny.

We are sitting on the floor, between the couch and the coffee table. The pictures of the new house are scattered around us and with a smile on my face I listen to Sonny telling me about all his plans. I lean into his body a bit more and suddenly realise I have not heard much of what he just said as I am busy staring at his handsome face. He suddenly looks at me and asks:

"You really went to the places that reminded you of us?"

I nod and lace my fingers through his.

"So… what's your favourite memory…"

I frown while I look at his bowed down head. My hand reaches out to cup his chin so I can make him look at me:

"I don't have a favourite, baby… I like them all…."

His eyes have a little light in them and I can't help feeling proud for being the reason for their sparkle. I lean in and kiss him. When I let him go he sighs happily while resting his head on my shoulder. He asks me to tell him which memories I thought about and I softly tell him the little pieces of our history that made me come home a few hours earlier. I can feel him smile when I talk about our first kiss, the Christmas scarf, and the tweet shirt. And when I finished my list of memories he whispers:

"You're so sweet."

I just squeeze his hand and plant a kiss in his hair:

"So, which moments do you remember…"

He sits up straight and frowns at me:

"All of them…"

"No, I mean…"

He lays his head back down and it is quiet for a while. Then he starts talking, softly and intimately, obviously talking about a memory that is dear to him.

"So, what's up?"

"Nothing… it's just nice seeing you this happy."

"You know why I am this happy…"

His blue eyes are only inches away from mine. His strong arm is safely curled around my neck, and as always his fingers have found one of my hoodie strings to play with. I just lean into the crook of his arm, forgetting the world around us, while I am held captive by his ocean blues.

"I'm with you…"

I swear I can hear violins playing. We both lean in, but before we kiss, he softly touches our noses together. Don't they call that an Eskimo kiss? His kiss is soft and tender, and when he shifts a little bit so he can lean in even further, I feel the butterflies stir in my stomach. I remember him while having such a difficult time coming out, and now he is kissing me in the middle of pub without hesitation, and without haste. His lips linger on mine for a while before he pulls back to stare into my eyes.

"I had fun today…"

"Me too."

The noise he makes is the combination of a sigh and a laugh. I grab his hand and explain:

"I feel like it has been such a long time since I've seen you this relaxed, you know… because you have been under so much pressure lately.

"Me? What about you? You got in fight with Nick, you know, and you agreed to help me out with the baby."

I lean my head back and laugh softly, feeling safe while he is surrounding me.

"Ariana Grace is going to have an amazing life. And you're… and WE're going to make that happen… no matter what."

I can see the emotions on his face. The endless thank you's reflected in his eyes, while he says softly:

"Thank you… sounds like you really thought this through…"

Although he smiles when he says that, I see the insecurity shining through, as if he needs a bit more confirmation that I am in this, that I am by his side and am not planning on going anywhere. I lift my head from its comfortable position and look straight into his eyes.

"I did… I want you in my life, Will, I want you to be happy…"

He shakes his head, and I can see the happy tears in his eyes when he leans in to kiss me again. Firmer this time than the first time. And while his arm stays comfortably around my neck, his other hand comes up and cups my face. He is holding my head as if it belongs to him and I like it. The first time he did that it was New Year's Eve, just after I told him about my resolution. It led to a steamy love making session to ring in the New Year. And ever since I hoped he would hold me and kiss me like that again, but never could I guess he would do it in a public place for everyone to see.

We are both quiet after he shared that memory and I let go of his hand so I can wrap him up in my arms. He lets me pull him against my chest and I whisper while my breath warms his ear:

"Coming out was hard… but being with you has always felt right, Sonny. So why shouldn't I kiss you in a pub…"

He shrugs and answers:

"I was just a bit surprised, I guess, that you were so comfortable doing that… But don't worry, I really, really liked it…"

"Good… and by the way… playing basketball with you turns me on…"

He is laughing in my arms and he looks up to find my eyes:

"Always one thing on your mind, Horton…"

"Well, what do you expect… I have cute boyfriend."

He is happy, I can feel it in the way he is like liquid in my arms, moulded against my chest as if he was made to fit against it. I listen to him speak, while I hear an undertone of insecurity:

"Brian said you told him to stop flirting with me…"

I nod, not sure how to feel about that moment.

"You do know that he would never make any chance with me because of you…"

I look down and find his brown eyes looking up at me again. I smile shyly and whisper:

"I know… but if he tries again I will punch him in his face…"

Suddenly my mind goes back to a memory I wish I could erase.

I want to speak to him. I want to tell him I love him, and that I am sorry. I want to tell him I will move a mountain to make it up to him, that I want to spend every minute of my life making him happy, making him smile. I am nearing the coffee house and I can see the light coming through the blinds. I reach to the door handle but the moment I look through the window I freeze. For a moment I cannot breath and then I am torn between walking in and showing Brian all the corners of the coffee house, and walking away to find a dark corner so I can cry as much as I want. I don't want to look at it, but I can't not look at it. My eyes are glued to the way he is holding Sonny, his fingers in his black hair. That was my place, I was the person who was allowed to do that. But now I am the one standing outside and he is the one kissing the love of my life. But what breaks my heart in a thousand pieces is the way Sonny seems to return Brian's kiss as if he likes it. He used to look at me as if I was the only man he ever thought about, the only man he would ever love. But right in front of me he is kissing another man with an enthusiasm I hoped would only be reserved for me. They break apart and I realise they are coming outside. I quickly hide in a dark corner, and wish the earth would swallow me whole the moment Brian sees me standing there. I have never felt smaller in my life, and to make it worse, he wraps his arm around Sonny's neck while they walk away from the coffee house. I watch as they go, my heart aching when I see arrogant and smug Brian filling my space. I realise Sonny has moved on, I am no more than an ex-boyfriend to him. I arrived at the coffee house as a determined man, ready to fight for love. But I am leaving as broken man, realising that love is sometimes nothing but hurt.

"You OK, Will?"

I hear the concern in his voice and I try to convince him:

"Of course, why wouldn't I be…"

He sits up and turns around so he can face me.

"You suddenly feel tense… what is it?"

I look into his brown eyes so close to mine and relax slightly. I smile and shake my head:

"It's nothing… it's stupid."

I stand up and avoid his eyes while I say:

"I'm going to take a shower…"

Moments later I feel the water running over my bare skin and I breathe in deeply, trying to push that memory as far away as I can. I realise that, even now we are married, I am still insecure when it comes to Brian. And that night at the coffee house, was one of the worst moments in my life. I breathe in again and look up when the door of the cabin opens and Sonny walks in. The cabin is small, which means we are only inches apart. The water wets his skin and his hair, while we just stand there and look at each other. He breaks the silence:

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?"

I look down:

"It is in the past… can't we just forget it?"

"It obviously means something to you, Will… just tell me…"

He moves towards me and wraps me in his strong arms. I lean my head in the crook of his neck and I softly tell him about this not-do-happy memory. I don't hold back and I tell him how broken I was. When I am done he just holds me for a while and then he turns the water off. His eyes are slightly darker than normal when he says:

"I never knew you were there, Will."

"It's OK, Sonny, we broke up and you…"

He shakes his head and puts his hands on my cheek to stop me from talking.

"I have never loved him, Will."

The honesty in his eyes make me sigh with relieve and when he pulls me back into our hug he whispers softly:

"So the coffee house doesn't just have happy memories."

I kiss his bare shoulder and sigh:

"I guess not."

When we are both dry and wearing our sweats, he pours two glasses of wine. He does that often and I always enjoy the way he creates a homely atmosphere that is just us. When he hands me the glass he smiles slightly and says:

"Do you remember the time you came to the coffee house after you felt Ari kick for the first time?"

I take the wine from him and let him grab my hand to lead me to the couch. He sits down and this time I am the one leaning against his chest. I listen to his voice talking about that evening that is both a happy and a sad memory.

The moment I saw it was Will and not my parents, my heart was pounding like crazy. He looks so determined and strong… and I had always found that incredibly sexy. He doesn't say anything but just takes his coat off and puts it on one of the chairs. When he looks at me his eyes are mirrors into his soul and I just listen to what he has to say.

"You know… I was hoping that we could have a talk."

I want to talk too. If something wasn't holding me back I would tell him how much I love him. But instead I just say:

"I heard from Abigail you went to the sonogram. Everything OK with the baby?"

I bring up the baby because it reminds me immediately why he is all the way over there and I am here while my arms ache to hold him close.

"Yeah, everything is great. I mean, I actually saw her and I felt her kick."

He smiles when he says that. I can see the happiness on his face and it reminds me once again she will always be in his life. From now on they are a package deal, he is no longer just my Will.

"It's a girl…"

"Yeah… a girl."

While he talks about not being able to imagine not being in her life, all I see is Will with a little girl with big blue eyes and dark long hair. I see them walking in the town square, I see them coming into the coffee house, only barely saying hello to me, too engaged in their conversation about feeding the ducks at the pond. Even though I manage to respond to what he is saying I can't let this image go and even though he is only a few feet away he seems more out of my reach than ever.

"But there is something else that I want to…"

"What's that…"

"I want you to be in her life as well."

His blue eyes suddenly change and seem to plead for me to say yes. I realise that he is standing in front of me begging for me to take him back. I want to, I really do. But the image of the little girl sitting on his shoulders and shouting 'don't let me fall, daddy, is holding me back. Everything changed… they are a package deal. And I am not ready to say yes to that yet.

"I should not have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have…"

The moment I say that he makes an almost helpless gesture with his hands. As if he doesn't know what to do or say to make everything alright again.

"OK…"

He has always been an emotional guy and I can hear the tears in his throat. But he soon seems to find his strength and determination again because while he slowly walks towards me he says:

"Sonny, I can't tell you how much I wish every day that I didn't lie to you. I… I love you. And it is not like I am going to stop… I want to be with you… Sonny I swear… I mean if you just give me one for chance I will never lie to you again."

For the umpteenth time I realise that his eyes are even more beautiful from up close that I thought. Their depth, and their transparency always touch my heart, and I have to keep myself from jumping up and kissing him there and then. I bite my lip, wishing I could just accept his little baby girl, so I could be happy again. Right now, I am the only one standing between me and my happiness and I know that. But for some reason I cannot change that yet. He is still close to me and the passion in his whispering voice sends shivers down my spine.

"And I miss you every minute… I miss you every day…"

While those words echo in my head his lips are almost roughly on mine. His hands are locked around my neck and there is nowhere for me to go. Not that I would want to go anywhere else anyway. The moment his lips touch mine it feels like home, it feels like the world is turning again, and just for a little while I forget all about the whole situation. My hands grab his hips and I stand up so I can walk him backwards while returning the kiss with all the passion I feel boiling inside of me. My hands seem unable to decide where to go as they move from his hips to his neck and back to his waist. He pulls my apron away and whispers:

"Can we… can we go back to your place, please?"

And that is when reality hits me, when I suddenly remember everything, and I need all my strength to pull back from him. His arms try to pull me back against him, and while I lean back I say brokenly:

"I want to be alone with you so bad right now… more than anything"

"OK, OK…"

"More than anything…"

I push his arms away from me and try to get him to listen to me.

"Will… Will…but it is not going to fix our problems"

The moment his eyes look into mine I can see the defeat painted on his face. He seems to deflate like a balloon and the brokenness is almost touchable. I just keep talking:

"It is not going to make anything better. It is going to be just sex, and it has never been just sex with us."

He is so close to me. His eyes holding mine for a while and then dropping their gaze to my lips. The defeat slowly changes into determination again and I let him lock his hands around my neck. His eyes find mine again and with an aching heart I listen to him.

"You are so incredible… you are the best thing that could have ever happened to me… and I am sorry… I'm such an idiot."

He sighs and seems to have to forcefully break himself away from me. And while he walks away I shiver from the sudden coldness that hits my body as the warmth of his touch slowly fades away.

While I lean against Sonny's chest his hands go through my hair. Although it is usually the other way around I do enjoy the way his fingers touch me. I whisper softly:

"Although I hated to have to walk away from you, for the first time again I was sure you still loved me…"

He kisses my temple.

"I definitely did, and although I hated to see you walk away it was the first time I felt there was still hope for us."

"Sonny?"

"Hmmm…"

"I want to go to bed."

"Yeah… memories make you tired, don't they…"

I stand up and take his wine glass so I can put both glasses on the table. I reach out so I can help him up and while I pull him to our bedroom I laugh:

"Not just tired, baby…"

And after I push him onto our bed and position myself on top of him he starts to laugh softly:

"See, I was right… always one thing on your mind, Horton…"

I kiss him, deeply and passionately, and then I whisper in his ear:

"At the café, after our basketball game, I was able to just put you in my car, drive you home and you know…"

I wiggle my eyebrows and continue:

"That night when I saw you with Brian I was planning on finding you, making up to you and taking you home… and I had the same plan when I came to find you at the coffee house after the sonogram."

When I kiss him again I feel how soft and willing his lips are against mine and just before I start taking our clothes off I whisper against his lips:

"So tonight I am going to make up for lost time…"

Thanks for reading and commenting. As always it means a lot! If you have a particular scene you would like to be used please let me know and I might write a third chapter! I look forward to your comments!