A/N: Okay, so I know what you're thinking. I literally updated like 2 hours ago. But it makes sense to me to update again.

So I am.

Enjoy x

***A WEEK LATER (January 5th)***

She stood outside in the pouring rain with tears rolling down her face. She held a crying Isabella tightly in her arms,knocked on the door. There was no answer, so she tried again and a second later, Abby opened it.

"Macey? It's one in the morning. What are you doing here?"

"I know, I'm sorry. But I didn't know what else to do and she won't stop crying. And now, I can't stop crying and...Abby, what do I do?" She said, referring to the child in her arms.

"Jeez, you're absolutely drenched. You'd better come in." She said, opening the door fully as Macey walked in. Abby walked straight through to the kitchen and Macey followed.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Macey, stop apologising. Give Isabella here." Abby instructed,and Macey handed the child to her.

Abby wrapped a towel around her, rocked her gently and within a few minutes she was asleep. She walked upstairs,put Isabella in the cot in the spare room and walked back down to Macey, throwing a towel at her too.

"She's been keeping me awake for the past week. I can't deal with her Abby, I just can't do it without him. Not now, when I have another baby on the way and..."

"What are you gonna do then?"

"I need to ask you a favour..."

"Are you asking me to look after your child?"

"No! No, it's fine. Nothing like that, I'll just..."

"It's okay, Macey."

"Wait...what?"

"I'll look after her. Okay? You need time, and space. Me and Townsend can look after her for a week or so. But I'm off to Estonia next week so..."

"Thank you. Thank you so much Abby" Macey said, hugging her tightly.

"You turn up at my house at 1AM, give me your child and now you decide to soak me because you stood out in the rain for 5 minutes. Really feeling the love, Mace." Abby laughed a little.

"Well it was more like 10 minutes, I couldn't decide whether to knock or not. Anyway, are you sure it'll be okay? Because you haven't even spoken to Townsend about it yet, and what if he doesn't like the idea?"

"You should know by now that I make and follow my own rules, I'm not gonna ask him because he doesn't get a say in it. Besides, if he doesn't like it then he can go find another place to stay for a week."

"I feel like I'm asking too much. And anyway, I'm gonna have to get use to dealing with it by myself because once this other baby is born..."

"You should also know by now that if I didn't want to do something, I would make it absolutely crystal clear. Your husband died two weeks ago, you had to bury him last week, you quit your job and you have a one year old to look after whilst trying to keep a fetus happy. You're gonna need a little help until you find your way. You might feel like you're not coping at the moment, you might feel like you're drowning but considering the situation that you've been put it, I think you're doing a pretty awesome job."

"Really?"

"I'm only a liar when I need to be." She replied, and Macey laughed a little.

Their conversation got interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. Townsend.

"Abigail." He started, and Macey tried to hold back a laugh knowing exactly how the conversation was going to turn out.

"Yes darling?" Abby responded in a sickly-sweet tone that she would only ever use to irritate someone, usually Townsend.

"Please explain to me why there is a baby asleep in the spare room."

"We're looking after Isabella for a week."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Do you...? Do you get a say in this? Townsend, Macey turned up on our doorstep at 1am, literally crying for help. And you ask me if you get a say in it? No, you don't get a say this. Just go back to bed, we'll talk in the morning."

Townsend hesitated for a few moments, and then turned to Abby and gave her a look which could've been interpreted by a million different people in a million different ways. Then he looked up. "Fine" He said, sounding like he was way too tired to argue with Abby as he walked back up the stairs.

"Abby... don't argue with him over me."

"Oh I won't, he's just being difficult. Now, you look dreadful, when was the last time you slept properly?"

"I don't even remember. It doesn't matter though..."

"Macey, you're nearly 6 months pregnant and not getting enough sleep. I highly doubt that you're eating properly as well, am I right?"

Macey's silence was a good enough answer for Abby. "What are we gonna do with you? Go home, get some sleep. Isabella will be fine, so don't worry about her. Just worry about yourself for a week. Okay?"

And for one of the only times in her life, Macey did what she was told.

Cammie stood in the kitchen at Macey's house. She had turned up this morning, without any warning at all. Macey hadn't minded though, she appreciated the company. Neither of them had actually spoken to each other, they had just sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate and eating pancakes. It wasn't much, but it gave them both a sense of comfort. Now Macey was sat by the window, staring outside and Cammie had begun to clear up. She opened the cupboard, as she began to put the plates away. As she picked up the last one, her grip on it loosened and it fell out of her hand.

The noise shocked Macey out of one of her daydreams, and she looked up at Cammie.

"I'm sorry." Cammie said apologetically. It was one of the only things Cammie had said to her. They hadn't had a proper conversation since Preston's funeral.

"It's fine. It's just a plate." Macey half-smiled. Anyone who looked at her for more than a second could tell that she was still numb.

"No, Mace. I don't think you get it. I'm sorry, and it's not about the plate."

" Oh, right."

Cammie stepped over the broken piece of crockery and walked over to Macey, who was still by the window. She wrapped her arms around Macey, who immediately grabbed onto Cammie as if she were the last thing in the world that she had left.

"I'm so sorry. I know I've barely spoken since the funeral but I didn't know what to say. I've not been here for you, and I should've been. Zach's being so distant, I don't know what to say to him either. It just doesn't seem real. It's like it didn't happen, and he's just not here. You're not coping, and I don't know how to help you Macey. God, if I did then we wouldn't be standing here. I'm just...I'm so sorry."

There was a silence, but Macey soon broke it.

"It's okay."

"It's okay?"

"You loved him too..."

"Mace..."

"No, I wasn't being bitter. You loved him too, not always the way that I did. In your own way. But the point is, you lost him too. I lost him, Zach lost him and so did you. So it's okay. It's really okay." She pulled back from the hug and wiped a few tears from her eyes.

"I would ask if you're okay..."

"But you know I'm not. God, I can't bear this." She sighed.

"Can't bear what?"

"He's everywhere. Every corner of this house, every street I walk down and every crowd of people I see. There are parts of him in every place. He might be gone, but he's everywhere I turn. How do I stop that, Cammie? How do I leave it behind?"
Macey said as tears began to spill over her eyelids again. She looked around the kitchen and fell to the floor,crying. Cammie sat beside her, trying to calm her.

"I don't know, Macey. I don't know what you should do. I don't know where you should go. I wish I could help you, but I don't know how. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

"I have to sell the house. And the apartment in DC and..."

"Macey, calm down. You don't have to do that."

"I need to be in a place where he isn't. His clothes are all still here, or they're in DC. I have to get rid of the places."

"Mace, you can't get rid of this house. It's your home."

"No, Cam, it was our home. And I don't have him anymore. This was my happy place, but only when he was here with me. I can't be that kind of happy again."

"Macey..."

"Cammie. I have to sell the house."

Thank you for reading...again :) x