a/n: I hope that I still have readers for this story! Summer break is finally here, so I hope that I can update this more frequently! The drama pot gets put on the fire in this chapter, can't wait for it to start boiling over. ;-)

Crying Out

The Chai tea she was drinking warmed up her insides with ease, early mornings were always a bit chilly for her. Even with the weather being as hot as it was, the morning breeze never failed to make its appearance. Of course, she was used to it by now, she'd been getting up this early since the group had gotten there. It was her only time for complete solace, a chance to collect her thoughts, before everyone else got up and started rushing around.

Last night had been extremely weird for her, when the guys got back from their little outing she felt immediate tension between her and her husband. Just the way he would look at her caused chills to run up and down her spine. He was still as affectionate as he always was, but she could tell that something was up. Being together for as long as they were, she just had a sixth sense about it all.

Did Stephen talk to him about the conversation they had a couple days ago? She had hoped that he wouldn't, but this nagging feeling she had told her that he must've. And if he had, she was sure that Ted would want to talk to her about it. Curse him for not being able to keep things in.

With that thought in her mind she made it a point to never be alone with him. If he wanted her to go into a room with him, she'd make up something to get out of it. Heck, they didn't even watch the sunset together like they'd planned to do. She told him that she had a terrible headache, and that she preferred to go to bed early. Thankfully, he had bought it.

She knew that she couldn't keep this game up forever though, it was only a matter of time before they were left all alone. What was she supposed to say to him when they were? She knew that a simple, "I'm sorry" wouldn't suffice at all, they had made a pact; a promise and she had broken her end of the deal. It was unforgiveable.

Her mind kept telling her that she was just overthinking everything, her husband was a very reasonable man; he'd understand. And besides, maybe he didn't even know anything. She was just making herself feel guilty over what she'd done.

But she knew better, he knew everything, he was just waiting for the right time to let her know that he knew. Taking a deep breath, she finished the last of her tea and headed back up to their bedroom. It didn't matter how far she had to go, she had to make sure that nothing bad happened.

"I don't know, Camila, I really don't feel comfortable getting in y'alls business like this."

"Don't think of it like that Ted. I really need your help on this."

Sighing, Ted hung his head. He and Camila had been downstairs for quite some time now, talking. The breakfast they were supposed to be making was put on hold; Camila had him worried since last night. He wanted to get to the bottom of everything as soon as possible. When he found out just what she wanted from him, his heart sank. Never in his life had he interfered in his friend's relationships, nor had he ever been asked to.

Camila had been pleading with him for the past half hour or so. She wanted answers from her husband, and she wanted him to get them for her. He was couldn't do it, that type of betrayal was something he wouldn't be able to live with. If she wanted this done, she'd have to do it herself, or find somebody else for the job.

Walking over to her side of the island, he placed his hand on her stomach and kissed her forehead, "I'm so sorry, sweetie, but I just can't." After giving her a reassuring hug, he turned towards the stove. "Now let's get started on this breakfast, huh?"

A bit defeated, she turned towards the cabinet that held the frying pans. She had stayed up most of the night thinking about how she would come to Ted about this issue. He had been so helpful the other night, she thought that he wouldn't have a problem taking things a bit further. She understood why he didn't want to, though, Ted didn't strike her as the type to break someone's trust like that.

Walking back to where he stood waiting for the pans, she offered him a small grin. She wasn't sure how she would do it; but she would get him to help her sooner or later.

Heading back up the stairs, she felt her blood boil beneath her skin. If it weren't for the pictures on her phone, she wouldn't believe what she had just seen. The question she had now was, what the hell was she supposed to do now?

a/n: Well, there ya have it! It looks like Ted is going to have his hands full with both Rylee and Camila! We'll see what happens soon! Who do y'all think it was taking the pictures?