Okay, so here's the next chapter. I'm not studying for the test that I should be studying for, but hey, you guys get anotherchapter out of it. See, I'm really being selfless, not worrying about myself and only concerning myself with you! So you should review, cause it would be the nice thing to do.

Disclaimer: The characters, nor the song are mine.

Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat

Wait on your porch 'til you come back home all right

I can't find a flight

We share the sadness

Split screen sadness

Two wrongs make it all alright tonight

When Kirsten woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find herself alone, and then it came rushing back to her.

Sandy had cheated on her.

With Rebecca.

Sandy had slept with Rebecca.

Kirsten sighed and fought back the tears that threatened. She had known the minute that he had shown up soaking wet that something was wrong. He had called her from the road.

"Kirsten? I'm coming home, and I'm so sorry," he said. Kirsten assumed that he was sorry for even going in the first place.

"We'll talk about it when you get home," she told him. "Just drive safely, okay?" She didn't want anything to happen to him. It was still a torrential downpour outside.

"I will," there was a pause. "I love you. So much. God, Kirsten, you know that right? You know how much I love you?" It was time for a pause on her end.

Did she know how much he loved her?

She thought that she did. She thought that he loved her the same way that she loved him. Her world began and ended with him, and she had naively thought that it was the same for him. But lately, with Rebecca in the picture, Kirsten had started to wonder about how much he really loved her. Did he love her as much as Rebecca? Was he always sorry that he had ended up with Kirsten instead of Rebecca?

Was she his second choice? Would she always be his second choice?

"Kirsten?" His voice wavered.

"Yes? Oh, yes, I know that you love me." She didn't sound very convinced, and he hated that she felt that way. And she didn't even know what he had done yet. If she found out, she would hate him. She would leave him. She would take the boys and they'd be gone. And it would be his fault.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated again.

"You shouldn't be on the phone and driving in this weather," Kirsten said finally. "I'll see you when you get home."

"Okay, I love you," he said. He needed to hear her say it one more time. One more time before he got home and told her what happened in the motel room. Told her how he slept with someone else. He needed to hear the words come out of her mouth.

"I love you too," she replied. She hung up the phone and took a book and sat in the living room waiting for him. The door opened and he stood there, soaking wet and dripping onto the front hall floor.

"Kirsten," he said breathing in the sight of her. He memorized the way that she looked right at that moment. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she was wearing an old sweatshirt of his.

"You made it home," she said with a small smile. She saw the look on his face, and the smile instantly dropped off her face. "What's the matter?"

"We need to talk," he said taking off his coat and crossing the living room to be near her.

"Why don't you go change? And I'll put on a pot of coffee," Kirsten suggested. She had no idea what was coming. She had no idea that what her husband would say would completely shake her world.

"Okay," he was all about delaying the inevitable. He knew that he couldn't lie to her anymore. He knew that he needed to tell her what happened. He needed to tell her that he had slept with someone else. He went up and put on dry clothes and when he came back down she was waiting with two cups of coffee sitting on the island.

"Thank you," he said taking his.

"You're welcome," she said. "So…um…I guess you should start…" Sandy nodded.

"Before I start though, let me tell you again that I love you so much. You are my entire world, Kirsten. I…I don't know…I love you so much. And I never meant to hurt you, I didn't…I just…things got out of….with Rebecca, and I just….I never meant to….it wasn't planned…I just…"

"What Sandy?" She interrupted his stuttering. With the second question her voice dropped, as if she was afraid by asking the question she would hear the answer. And she was terrified of the answer. "What did you do?"

"I slept with her," he said just as softly. The mug that she was holding dropped out of her hand and it shattered as soon as it made contact with the kitchen floor. "I'm so sorry." She shook her head.

He slept with her.

He slept with Rebecca.

He cheated on her.

He claimed that he loved her.

How could he do this?

"How could you do that?" She asked looking up at him. Tears were already starting to fall without her knowing, and Sandy could almost feel her heart break. Because of him.

"I don't know…I don't know…" He shook his head trying to find the right thing to say to her.

"God damn it Sandy, how could you do this?" Anger was now replacing shock. "How could you do this?" She was screaming now. She was gripping the counter, and tears were streaming down his face and he wanted to crawl in a ball and die. He wanted to go back and leave the motel before any of it had happened. He wanted more than anything to have not hurt her.

"Kirsten…I'm so sorry," that was the only thing that he could say. It wasn't enough, and she began to walk away from him. "Please…talk to me."

"I can't," she said as she took the stairs two at a time. "I can't talk to you. I can't look at you. I can't look at you without thinking about what you did. I can't see you without her."

Kirsten swung her legs over the side of her bed and headed down to the kitchen. Both her sons were already sitting at the counter, eating cereal. They had been talking quietly and they both stopped when she entered.

"Don't stop talking on my account," she said forcing a small smile.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," Seth said standing up, and to Kirsten's surprise, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

"Thanks Seth," she replied. Her son hadn't hugged her without cajoling from either of his parents in quite awhile. She held onto him a little longer than she normally would.

"How are you doing?" Ryan asked gently. Kirsten tried a glib shrug, but her face crumbled and she began to sob into her hands.

"Not so good," she managed to get out.

"What are you going to do?" Seth asked as he ran a hand over her back to try to calm her down.

"I don't know," she answered. "I don't know if I can…forgive him." She realized that maybe her sons weren't the best people to be talking about this to, but she didn't want to tell her father, and she really couldn't trust Julie, and Jimmy was off on some boat somewhere, and Hailey was in Japan, and the person that she would normally turn to when the floor fell out from below her was the same person who had put her in this position.

She had no one else to talk to.

"Do whatever you want and we'll respect your decision," Ryan assured her.

"Yeah, Mom, whatever you choose, that's what we'll do," Seth chimed in.

"Thank you guys," she said sincerely reaching over and taking Ryan's hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. She shook her head, and opted for a change of subject. "What are your plans for today?"

"Well, we were supposed to go out with Summer and Marissa," Seth started. "But we'll cancel, and stay home with you?" Kirsten shook her head.

"No don't do that, go out with them," Kirsten insisted. "Have fun. This isn't your problem, really, it's mine and your dad's." Seth and Ryan both looked at her skeptically, but nodded and finished their cereal, and grabbed the car keys and left her alone once again.

Sandy pulled into his driveway and looked up at his house.

How could he have been so stupid to sleep with someone else?

He sighed as he turned off the car and got out. He had purposely only taken one change of clothes so that he would have to go back home. Maybe she would be more forgiving in the morning. He doubted it, but it was worth a shot.

He came to the door and wondered if he should knock, or just walk in. After all, it was his house still right? But did he have the right to just walk in? He chose the doorbell, not wanting to make his wife any angrier than she already was. She answered the door, and he could tell that she had gotten little to no sleep the night before.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied.

"How are you?" He asked.

"How do you think I am?" She paused. "Did you want to come in?"

"I need more of my things, if that's okay," he said as he stepped inside the familiar house. He wanted to pull her into his arms so badly that it was physically hurting him not to.

"That's fine," she said. He started towards their bedroom.

"Are we…what are we….what happens now?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at her hopefully. Kirsten sighed.

"I need more time to figure things out," she finally said.

"Sure, take as much time as you need," Sandy said. He found it inspiring that she was at least thinking things over. He was sure that she would tell him that she never wanted to see him again and would leave no room for argument. He looked around the house. "It's quiet in here, where are the boys?"

"Out with the girls," Kirsten answered. "Seth and Summer are back together."

"Really? When did that happen?"

"Last night, when you were sleeping with someone else," she answered bitterly. Sandy didn't answer and she sighed again. "Lindsay is gone."

"What?"

"She went to live in Chicago with her mother," Kirsten said and her bottom lip quivered. She hadn't known Lindsay that long, but she was her sister and she could really use a sister right about then.

"How's Ryan taking it?"

"Not good," Kirsten shook her head and closed her eyes and again Sandy's arms ached to hold her.

"I'm sorry baby," he said. "I know you were just getting to know her." Kirsten's head shot up at the term of endearment. She wondered what he had called Rebecca. Had he used any terms of endearment with her? She shook her head. It was so natural, Sandy calling her baby or honey, that he probably didn't even realize that he had used it.

"Thanks," Kirsten replied softly after a minute. "So anyway, I guess we should go get you some of your things." Sandy knew that talking time was over, and he nodded and together they headed towards their bedroom.

There were so many things that Kirsten wanted to know, but couldn't make herself ask. Was Rebecca good? Did he enjoy it? Did he think of her? Did he compare Rebecca to her? Did he kiss Rebecca like he kissed her? Did he hold her like he always held Kirsten?

And at the same time, Kirsten didn't want to know. She didn't want to know if he whispered in Rebecca's ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you," like he always did to Kirsten.

She wanted to know if she could ever touch him again and not think about the way that he touched Rebecca. She wanted to know if she could ever close her eyes and not see him kissing Rebecca. She wanted to know how to react. She wanted to know what to do now. She wanted to know if she could ever forgive him. She wanted to know what would happen if she didn't forgive him.

Never before had Kirsten wanted her mother as badly as she did at that moment.

Kirsten sat on the edge of the bed watching as Sandy packed a small bag. He paused at his dresser, at the picture that sat on top. It was his favorite of Kirsten. She hadn't been aware that he was taking the picture, and she was laughing at something that Seth had said. She was so beautiful. He took the picture off the dresser and placed it in the bag.

"We'll talk later?" He asked as he headed towards the door. She nodded.

"Later," she confirmed. She stood up and walked him out, and before he left, he reached out and grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze and leaned in to give her a small kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered. And then he was gone. And she stood in the front hall repeating the words to herself.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

So there you go, please review and let me know what you thought. I suppose I shoudl go study...but it's so nice out, that I think I'll forget studying and go play! Review please!