Another chapter! Hopefully there will be a few more updates before I head back to school. I have also recently been inspired (by music of course:) ) to do another one shot. So hopefully I can get that up as well. It would be pretty amazing if I could get to 100 reviews on this chapter... Enjoy!

One of the things she had loved about her husband was also something that made her want to pull her perfectly in place hair out of her head. He was a story teller and with every good story came the picture that went right along with it. There were albums and journals filled with his brilliant pictures and his glorious words that enriched the pages. She knew all of this from the beginning and as she grew with child, Niles was even more persistent with keeping an accurate record of all of their milestones.

As time passed after the tragic accident, Niles continued to write and photograph with as much passion as he did before except the task became much more difficult when his wife didn't realize that she was actually his wife. The only time he was ever able to get decent pictures was when he was cordially invited to spend the weekend with the amnesia ridden blonde and his precious without a clue in the world daughter.

Every now and again he would read their tale written on the pages of a blank leather bound journal that had been a precious gift CC had given him about a week before the accident. Delicately engraved along the binding of worn leather book is simply 'Forever'. Inside were stories of their times together continuing from the car crash and her talking down on him as a servant to the first time she kept Grace on her own.

Word after word, page after page, he wrote with photos as illustrations about how their life had changed as a result of one simple night. He wrote for himself in order to keep his memories alive, to see that perhaps in the end although it wasn't the life he imagined, maybe just maybe it would turn out alright. It wasn't just for him however; it was for them, for both of them. When it was time for the two women in his life to realize who they actually are, this would be a little reminder for them to see how far they actually came. He had never been more grateful for his insistency on journaling before the tragic event in their lives. They would have it as proof of how their live really was at one point.

The books and journals and photographs were hidden deep within his room in a little hiding spot deep in a cabinet in the wall behind his revolving closet. There was also a safe hidden well within his room that was filled with all of the legal information he needed over the years. He was smart enough to know not to hide them together.

But today, he was bringing out his photo diary. Today was the day of the big reveal. It didn't go the way he would have liked it to but it could have been worse, much worse. He pulled the old book out of its hiding spot and he took a moment to gather himself. It wasn't every day that you had to tell the mother of your child that the last twelve or so years have been a lie. And it wasn't every day you had to tell your daughter that not only has most of her life been a lie but her very own mother didn't realize she was her mother.

He had been waiting for this day for such a long time that it didn't even feel real. His heart was still racing, and racing much stronger than it normally did. He couldn't explain the rush that he was in but there were doubtful feelings flashing in the back of his mind. The scared and confused look on CC's face as she sat across from him as he relived the tale of how their lives had changed forever, somehow depleted his joyous feelings.

After the initial shock, it almost seemed as if Grace was relieved to know that Sara and Max were not her parents and that the two people who understood her best actually had a reason to. Whether CC realized the reasons or not, they had always been drawn together.

He shook his head to clear the depressing thoughts as he wished for the best. The journey down the stairs alone seem to take as long as the journey as a whole. By the time he hit the last step both CC and Grace were watching his every move. One looked happy almost as the other was clearly not ready for the news as Niles had feared.

CC looked on as Niles came down the stairs. She couldn't quite read the emotions shadowing his face. Hell she couldn't even make out how she was feeling let alone decipher what was going through Niles' head. A real curve ball had been thrown her way. It was odd. She cared for Grace, sure, but she couldn't quite possibly be her mother. And to think that she supposedly had a life with Niles and was married to him.

It would have been a lot for anyone to take in but she had seen it. Somewhere, somehow she had seen that book before. Where had she seen it before? Her heart began to race. The intensity pounded through her skull. This wasn't right something was not right.

She tuned him out and didn't listen to a word he was saying. This couldn't be happening. The book. She had seen that book. Where? It didn't make sense. She caught a glimpse of the worn spine. Forever. She shook her head. It was nothing. It had to be nothing.

"Everything," He said. "Is written here. I wrote down everything and photographs." He looked across the living room at the woman who did not make any initiative to get up from her seat. She was staring blankly toward his journal. Was she remembering? He kept talking to Grace, showing her pictures of their life together.

"It was wonderful, your nursery, the room that was supposed to be yours. Your mother insisted on painting the nursery yellow. Even after we knew you were a girl she refused to paint it again. We lived at her penthouse at the time, you see. We converted the guest room into what was supposed to be your room."

CC's eyes snapped up when she heard that their main residence had been at her very own apartment. Had evidence of this really been there all along?

"But the guest room is painted blue? Why isn't it still yellow?" Grace asked as she skimmed her hand over the page in the book that must have contained a picture of the once magnificent room.

Niles' eyes met CC's figuring that she had been wondering the same thing. His eye contact never left hers as he replied. "I had to change it. After the accident of course. CC had to return to the penthouse. After a while we could justify keeping her here at the mansion or the hospital any longer so she had to return.

There was a flash in the back of CC's mind. She had her back against the chair. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and fought the urge to cry. Then it happened. There were flashes of color. First there was yellow. A pale soft yellow and then white and then there was Niles, a much younger Niles with the happiest grin on his face. They were in a nursery and she was happy.

The yellow that she saw came from the walls of the room with a white base board around the room and white window finishing. The furniture was white. It was perfect.

And then there was a bright blue and green. They were at a park and she saw her pregnant belly.

Then they were in a car and she was in pain. She just looked to the right before she saw the car.

She jolted out of her trance and saw Niles looking at her funny.

"Miss Babcock, are you alright?"

"I need to get out of here." She made her way past him as quickly as she could. When he heard the front door slam shut he knew he had to do something.