A/N Sorry I didn't do shout-outs guys, I promise I will next chapter. no more FADAM after this chapter.

*ELI'S POV*

"Eli, Clare, your daughter is lactose intolerant. Clare, you have to stop eating anything with

milk in it for a few weeks. Ice cream, dairy, you know the drill. Give her a week or two and

she'll be fine." The doctor said. He left the room, and Clare and I stood to go, our knees weak

with relief. "Thank God." I whispered. Clare looked up then, smiling. "What God, Eli?" she said

sarcastically, quoting me all those years ago. I was still an Atheist, Clare knew that. I kissed her

cheek. "Just a joke, Blue eyes." I whispered lustily in her ear. She bent over to buckle the baby

into her car seat/carrier. I licked my lips again. Maybe we could…just once. She looked up at

me suddenly. "Just a kiss on the cheek? Eli, I think you're losing it babe." She said, grinning

teasingly. "Losing what?" I growled. "The sexiness, totally dimming. You should make it up to

me the second we get home." She whispered the last sentence, and brushed by me out the

door. I followed her into the lobby, and then into the parking lot. "Was that a challenge, Blue

Eyes?" I said. A challenge I was salivating for. She smiled a little. "Blake and Jayden are at my

mom's for the rest of the weekend." She reminded me as she put the baby into the car. She

teased me the entire way home, licking her lips too slowly, smiling too much, leaning up so that

her jeans were tighter against her skin… Whenever we got home, Clare got the baby out of the

car, and looked back at me. "Eli, aren't you coming?" Clare asked me. My hands clenched on

the steering wheel. My stomach twisted into a knot. Something felt wrong. "I'm going to go

check on Adam. I haven't seen him in a while, I was so caught up with the baby." I said. I looked

back at Clare. "Don't worry, Blue eyes, I'll be home soon." I drove towards Adam's in a daze.

What was wrong with me? My heartbeat was fast, and my palms were sweaty. Something felt

wrong. So, so wrong. I pulled into Adam's penthouse's driveway and walked up to the door, not

even bothering to take the key out of the ignition. I knocked on the door, and to my surprise

it swung open all by itself. Adam should have known better than to leave this unlocked, all the

valuable stuff that was in this penthouse. "Adam?" I called.

I strolled into the room, surprised by the smell of cigarettes. Neither Adam nor Fiona

smoked. "Hey, machismo, where the hell are you?" I called. Maybe they left. I should check to

make sure no one stole anything. I opened the door to their bedroom. "Adam I-JESUS CHRIST!"

I screamed. I jumped onto the bed and shoved Adam upward, loosening the rope from around

his neck. I screamed his name, shaking him. I called 911, told the operator what had happened,

and waited. I shook him, slapped him, and eventually rocked him to me. Tears poured down my

face. What had made him do this? Adam, my best friend. He was pale, his lips were blue. I held

him to me, remembering all the times he helped me in high school. 'C'mon man,' I thought 'I

got another baby girl, you get to be a godfather again. We can have some beers out on the roof

of your penthouse tomorrow, and Fiona and Clare can go shopping for baby clothes again. Just

get up.' Right before the ambulance came, I thought a few more words. 'I need you, bro. I love

you. Please, just wake up.'

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