AN: Wow...it's been a while since I've updated this fic. I didn't mean for it to be this long but real life gets in the way often and as much as I have good intentions, I can't get everything done when I want it to get done...especially when there's other things that need to be done. Okay, enough of my excuses, lol. Here's the nextchapter. As you can see, I'm alternating updates between this fic and Save the Best for Last so that'll be the next update. I wanna thank everyone for all the reviews on the last chapter and for ever reviewing anything I've ever written. I really apprecite it and it's the only reason why I even try to continue with my fics and put in the effort to make it as enjoyable as possible for you guys. So thank you. Anways, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and please read and review.

I Disclaim

It was raining outside, and it was just Trish's luck….she forgot to grab an umbrella on the way out. Her hair was hanging damp and her clothes were almost soaking wet which made taking a seat in her car all the more uncomfortable. It hadn't been that far of walk from the hotel to the car but the rain was falling down as though someone seemed to be pelting huge droplets of water from up above. She turned the ignition just so she could put on the heater. She was feeling a bit chilled because of the rain as she was only donned in her tank top that was thin and ended right above her belly button. As she sat in her seat and waited for the hot air to warm her body, Trish briefly contemplated whether or not she had lost her mind. She quickly shook her head free of the thoughts before leaning over and grabbing her phone from the dashboard of the car. She retrieved the crumpled napkin and began punching in the digits scribbled across the paper. Once she pressed send, she took a shaky breath as she waited for the other end to be answered. Five rings later and Trish had resigned herself to hanging up, however, she heard the groggy voice on the other end of the phone before she could press the 'END' button.

"Hello…."

Trish was frozen for a couple of seconds before she answered the person on the other end.

"Adam?..." she breathed out nervously. She knew he immediately could tell that it was her. He quickly cleared his voice before speaking once again.

"Yeah, it's me…is everything alright?" he asked concerned.

'Like you care' Trish thought bitterly, but refrained from saying it out loud.

"Everything's…fine. I um, I know it's late and all, but I was wondering if we could talk?" she choked out softly. She heard silence for a moment and was about to come to the conclusion that he had hung up on her, but he spoke once again.

"I'm surprised that Randy let you make the call…I thought he didn't want you to be around me?" Adam said with a bit of indignation.

"Actually…It'll just be me. Randy doesn't know about this and I'd like to keep it that way. So can meet up with me or not?"

Adam was taken aback by the fact that Trish was going against her husband's wishes, let alone doing it behind his back.

"Uh, yeah sure…give me ten minutes. Where do you wanna meet?"

"Somewhere public and that's open twenty-four hours" Trish answered without hesitation. Both knew why that was and though Trish would probably never believe it, Adam truly did feel a part of his heart die everyday at the thought of what he had done to her.

"Okay, there's a twenty-four luxury café on Ceyala drive….do you need instructions there?"

"No….we've passed by there everyday since we got here, I can manage" and without waiting for his reply, Trish turned off her cell phone and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. Her nerves were on edge and she desperately wanted something to distract herself with while she was driving to the café…however, she didn't need a distraction, she needed a prayer because she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

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Trish walked into the café seven minutes later, quickly scanning the place out for any signs of Adam. There was no Adam but she did notice that there were quite a few people lounging about, especially considering that it was three in the morning.

"Can I help you ma'am?" a young woman asked as she looked at the Canadian blonde with a sincere smile. Trish smiled back politely before asking for a table with a view of the front door. Moments later, she was seated and had already ordered from the menu. She nervously tapped her nails against the table and chewed on her bottom lip as the time passed. It wasn't long until Adam walked through the door, immediately noticing her as she sat at the booth none the wiser about his arrival. He cautiously walked up to her and waved his hand in her face.

"You there?" he asked with a small smile.

Trish quickly broke out of her reverie and turned to see a smiling Adam. It enraged her that after all that he had put her through, he still tried to pretend that they could just move on from it. It wasn't like he slept with her best friend while they were still going out or he accidentally killed her cat…all of those things she would've forgiven him after a while. However, even after more than eight years, it wasn't that she wasn't willing to forgive him…she wanted to, but it would was a lot harder considering that she had suffered so greatly because of a man that she had once loved with all her heart….a man that she had once thought would be her life long partner in life.

Trish broke out of her thoughts and motioned with her hand for Adam to sit. He took a seat across from her in the luxurious booth. For several moments, they were both silent, thinking of the best way to start the conversation. However, Trish grew tired of thinking of ways to beat around the bush before getting to the real conversation so she figured she's just save time.

"What do you want Adam?" Trish asked.

Adam leaned back against the back of the padded booth, a bit taken aback. He expected the question, but he also expected hostility…instead, he was received with desperation.

"I don't know where to start…" Adam began as he fumbled with the napkins in the dispenser.

"Fine…then how about I just ask the questions then. Did you always know that Joshua was my son when he started coming by your house…did you plan it that way as another way to ruin my life? Or was it something that you just happen to find out to be completely coincidental?"

Trish had taken the liberty of ordering for the both of them and the waitress had just set their cups down so Adam took the chance to fidget with his cup for a few moments before he found the courage to speak.

"Trish….firstly, Joshua is our son…. I know that he's my son Trish and I think it's about time that he knew as well. Secondly…." Adam was interrupted as he was met by a slap across his face.

"Don't you have any shame?...What makes you think that I owe you anything…better yet, what makes you think that you have a right to be affiliated in my life in any way, shape or form after what you've put me and my family through?" Trish shot back venomously.

"You know….I was expecting that you'd react that way, but you can't deny that he's my son, Trish. I've made terrible mistakes in the past and as hard as it is now to believe, I've never loved anything or anyone that way I've loved and still love you. I can't explain how my actions led up to what happened between us but it was never with the intention of hurting…in my messed up mind, I thought I could make you love me again. Didn't quite work that way…." Adam trailed off and looked down into his cup of coffee that was yet to be touched.

Trish cursed herself. She felt sorry for him. How she managed to do it, she didn't know but she didn't really like the feeling of having sympathy for someone who had taken it upon himself to traumatize her and not to mention in the most selfish manner she could think of. Trish too looked down at her cup before taking a sip and placing the cup back on the table.

'What should I do?' she thought to herself as she briefly took glances at Adam to see what he was up to. It wasn't until he turned his head to the side that she realized why he was so quiet. She could easily see the tears in his eyes. Without thinking, she cautiously extended her hand and covered Adam's with her own. Surprised by the contact, Adam looked at her before smiling gratefully at her.

"I believe you're sorry Adam. I could even forgive you for what you've done to me…but forgetting and looking at you as the friend I had once thought you were….I don't think I could ever do that" Trish whispered quietly. Adam now took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I understand Trish…sometimes we do things that not even the world of good could redeem ourselves in another's eyes…especially when it's someone you love so much" Adam replied.

Trish quickly pulled her hand away.

"Stop saying that"

"Saying what?" Adam asked confusion.

"Stop saying that you love me…that you always have and always will…I'm not yours to love Adam, especially considering the circumstances." Trish leaned back against the booth and closed her eyes momentarily as she took a moment to massage her temples to prevent the oncoming headache.

This conversation was a lot more frustrating than she thought it would be, however, it was her fault for thinking that a conversation of this nature could ever be simple.

"It's the truth, Trish….you may not like it, but I love and you loved me a long time before Randy ever came into the picture. Just for a moment, forget what I've done to you, can you honestly tell me that you've never loved me too?" his words sounded desperate. Like a little boy asking his mother if she still loved him after he had done something terrible.

"Why are you bringing all of this up? I've never lied to you Adam…before, during or even after our relationship so there's no need for your questions when you already know the answers" she shoved the remaining of her coffee to the side of her, losing any need for the hot beverage.

"I asked you here for a reason Adam…I asked you what you want and I still haven't gotten an answer."

"Trish, listen…"

"No, Adam" she interrupted him. "You listen…I'm not here to talk about our past relationship, there's nothing more to say about what you did to me and you already know that there is no hope at all for us ever being together. No matter how many stupid things you may have done Adam, you're smart enough to know all of those things. So there's another reason why you've all of sudden showed up in our lives, so stop the bullshit and just tell me."

"Fine then" Adam now took the last swig of his coffee before placing the cup back on the table, a bit harder than necessary. He briefly looked around before leaning closer to Trish and looking her straight in the eye.

"I want my son…and I will fight you tooth and nail until I get him…."

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Randy rolled over on his side and let his arm fall onto the other side of the bed. The absence of his wife's body lying next to him woke Randy right up. He opened his eyes to see nothing. He shot up in bed and leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. It took a few minutes for him to readjust his eyes, but they came to, his fears were confirmed…his wife wasn't there.

"Trish…" he called out. There was no answer. He got up and opened the bathroom door to find it dark and empty. He made his way through the hotel room…the living room, kitchen, even the other bedrooms in the suite. She was no where. He quickly dashed to the phone and dialed the familiar digits.

'Hi, this is Trish…I'm can't take your call right now but if you leave a message and luck's on your side, I might just call you back…I'm just playing…I'll get back to ya as soon as possible'.

Upon hearing her cell message, Randy slammed the phone down. He quickly picked up the receiver again, this time, calling another set of familiar digits.

"Hello"

"Matt…it's Randy"

"Oh…hey, is everything alright?" Matt asked groggily as he tapped Amy to wake her up. He had a feeling that something was wrong. Why else would Randy call at 4:15 in the morning.

"Trish is gone" Randy managed to get out. He continued to roam the room to find any hints of what happened to her.

"Matt, her keys are gone, her phone's off and…." Randy trailed off as a thought came to his head. He still held onto the phone as he ran back into the bedroom and picked up his pants that he had he had discarded late last night.

"Oh shit" he said into the phone.

"What?...what's going on Randy?" Randy could hear Matt's desperate tone and he could hear Amy beginning to freak out in the background.

"The number's gone Matt…Adam's number is gone. I'm sure you can put the pieces together. We know who my wife is with…now the question is, where are they?" Randy said into the phone. He was going to rip into Adam when he found him, and he just hoped to God that his wife was okay, but when he found her, fireworks would fly and they wouldn't be the good kind. Randy sighed to himself as he thought of everything that was happening.

Things were getting ugly and fast. Unfortunately for Randy….this was just the beginning.