Hey, I was a little disappointed with the amount of reviews for the last chapter. For chapter two I got 17 but for chapter three I only got 7 so PLEASE review if you read this! And thank you to those who do review :) Anyway, here's chapter 4, hope you like it.

Gabriella's P.O.V

I sat for a little while after watching Troy's video mulling over my thoughts before Layla and Troy returned from the shop. Once Layla saw that I was now awake she ran and jumped into my awaiting arms.

"Good morning, Mommy! We got stuff to make pancakes with!"She informed me, her curls falling into her sparkling eyes.

I gently swept her hair behind her ear before leaning forward and kissing her forehead as she settled in my lap. "That's great, Layls. I'm starving!" I said which was accompanied by a rumble from my stomach. Layla giggled and looked over at Troy who was stood in the doorway watching the news headlines which I had switched on around five minutes ago to check the weather forecast. She then looked back at me.

"Are you happier today?"She asked me .

"Why?"

"Because last night you was crying." She said sullenly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Troy looking over at us, no longer watching the news. "I was crying because..I had a really bad headache and that's why I came back here too, so I could go to bed."

"I know you're lying, Mommy." Layla said quietly, looking down.

I didn't know what to say at that point. Layla was clever. She knew that the reason I was crying wasn't because I had a headache, of course she knew, she's the smartest in her class.

"Layla, why don't you go and start making the pancakes with Grandpa and your Grandma's? And then when me and Mommy have talked we'll come and eat some?" Troy cut in, stepping into the living room.

Layla looked up at her daddy as he spoke and paused before nodding and getting off my lap and hurrying out of the room. I watched after her and when she was out of sight I looked up at Troy who was gazing back at me.

"Did you watch it?" He asked nervously.

I simply nodded. "Did it make you change your mind or anything?" He carried on, a tinge of hope laced within his voice.

"I can't deny that we had some amazing times together."I told him.

"But?" He inquired.

"How do we know that all that isn't the past now, how can we be sure that we'll continue to have great times together?" I questioned.

"Gab, if this is about the arguing, we can stop that! We got along once and I know that we can get along again. We just need to work at it." Troy reasoned, sitting down at the opposite end of the sofa to me.

I nodded and looked down because I didn't want him to see the tears brimming in my eyes. But he lifted my head and wiped away my tears as they fell with the pad of his thumb. He then stroked my cheek using the same thumb causing me to close my eyes. This was the first time in six months that we had properly touched. I opened my eyes again to find his face inching closer and his gaze looking directly into my eyes. And before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss started of soft and hesitant before it soon turned more passionate as we discovered each others lips again. Troy's hand, which was still laying on my cheek, slid to the back of my head, delving his fingers into the dark long strands of curls there. I grasped his hoodie in my clenched fists and pulled him closer and I deepened the kiss. Sparks zapped throughout my body as I felt the same intense feelings of joy and contentment as I always did when Troy kissed me. After a few, okay maybe more than a few, minutes of complete and utter bliss I slowly pulled away. Troy rested his forehead on mine before whispering, "Tell me that you didn't feel anything then and I'll leave you alone."

As I looked into his eyes I saw the same man I met and fell in love with ten years ago. The same man I married at the young age of twenty one and the same man that helped me through the hardships of pregnancy and giving birth nine months later. "If if did, I'd be lying." I whispered back.

He smiled at me before leaning in again and capturing my lips again with his. I slid my arms up his chest and rested my hands in his hair as his arms moved down to around my waist. As we pulled away I buried my face into his chest and inhaled the scent I had so badly missed. He smelt amazing and at that moment in time I felt as though nothing could harm me as Troy tightened his arms around me and kissed the side of my head affectionately. "I promise you that I will try my utter most hardest to fix our relationship. I'm not letting you go. Ever." He murmured into my ear, nuzzling his nose into my curls.

"I'll try my hardest too." I mumbled, my face still hidden in his chest. A few seconds later the rumble from my stomach interrupted the silence that filled the room. We both chuckled.

"Come on, let's go get some pancakes." Troy smiled, pulling away gently and tugging me into a standing position with him.

Troy walked out of the living room, through the hall way and into the kitchen and I followed in his footsteps. Our hands were joined together the whole time, his larger one encasing my smaller hand. The people in the kitchen turned silent upon our entrance as they spotted our connected hands dangling between us.

"Have you guys made up?" Jack asked from the table where he was reading the newspaper.

I nodded. "We're not giving up on our relationship. It'll be tough trying to resist arguing but it's worth it." I informed them, wrapping my arms around Troy's waist and leaning my head on his chest.

"Finally you two have seen some sense!" Lucille exclaimed, clasping her hands together underneath her chin.

"I'm glad you made up in time for Christmas!"My mom smiled. It was December 23rd today. She placed the first pancake onto a plate. "Now who wants the first pancake?" She enquired.

Later on that day around 7:30 pm the rain was still heavily pelting down outside as we tucked Layla into her bed. This was the first time in ages that we had done so together. Usually it one just one of us alone and you could tell that Layla was happy about it being back to normal. Our little girl was snuggled under the covers dressed in her nice and warm pj's clutching her favourite teddy bear close to her chest. Troy and I were knelt next to each other on the floor next to the bed as Troy read a fairytale book to Layla. During the day we had taken Layla to a petting farm where she got to feed lambs and baby goats, take a look at many farm animals, hold baby chicks and bunnies, ride a pony and go on an exciting tractor ride.

"..and they all lived happily ever after." He finished, closing the book and placing it on the soft carpet next to him.

"Wasn't that a nice story?" I whispered, stroking the little girls hair. Layla nodded sleepily and it was evident that she was on the brink of falling to sleep. Troy leaned over and kissed Layla's forehead whispering that he loves her before I did the same. Before we even reached the door Layla was fast asleep.

I lead Troy into mine and my Mum's room and sat down on the bed. Troy stood awkwardly by the door, shuffling his feet with his hands stuck in his pockets.

I opened my arms wide. "Come here." I told his with a soft grin.

Troy grinned back at me and moved towards me, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up before plopping down on the bed and placing me on his lap keeping his arms firmly encircling me. I swivelled round and straddled him to make the position more comfy and rested my arms around his shoulders and placed my forehead on his.

"I've missed this." Troy said quietly, nudging my nose with his.

I smiled affectionately at him and kisses his lips gently. "Me too. I can't believe we haven't argued since last night, it's a record." I joked.

"I record that's well worth trying to beat." He returned, twiddling a piece of my hair between his fingers. My hair reached half way down my back so when Troy had his arms wrapped around my waist he could easily slip his hands higher and reach my hair. I leaned in and kissed him lustfully, sliding my tongue along his lower lip asking for entrance. Troy allowed me and soon our tongues were playing a game of tag. After a few minutes I pulled back suddenly, realising something.

"I haven't got you a Christmas present!"I blurted out.

Troy chuckled at me. "Brie, I don't need a present, this.." He gestured to us with his eyes. "Is all I need. Nothing could make me happier this Christmas than us not arguing any more."

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that to be polite are you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Right now, I'm the happiest man alive and I mean that so don't fret, baby." My heart warmed as he called be 'baby'. It had been a long time since I had heard him call me that, way too long. I loved it when he called me it, some people find pet names degrading but I think they're cute as long as they aren't over used. Over use of them is just sickly.

"I love you so much, Troy. I wish I could make up for the past six months of me not telling you that."

"You don't need to make up for it. Even when we were arguing I know that you love me, if you didn't then you wouldn't have put up with it for six months. I love you too." He said honestly, peppering my face with butterfly kisses. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"He asked hopefully.

"But there's only single beds in here, your parents have the double." I said confused.

"So? We'll squeeze in, I don't plan on letting you go all night so a single bed is enough."He pleaded with puppy eyes.

It only took one look to make me melt and give in. "Okay, I'll go and ask my mom if she'll sleep with Layla. I don't want her in the other bed, it'll be weird." I said with a chuckle, lifting my body off of Troy's. As I moved to stand up I felt something holding me down.

"I'll miss you." Troy pouted childishly.

I giggled at his cuteness, leaning down to kiss him chastely. "I'll be back in a minute, babe." I stood up and made my way out of the bedroom before I heard him call out "I'll be waiting!"

I grinned to myself. Everything seemed almost back to normal, I just hoped that it would stay that way.