Discliamer: Same as always, i don't own anyone other than the Taylors, Chloe and her parents.

Chapter 13

After a while of beating himself up for yelling at Tara, Bobby opened the door to the pool room; hearing Tara enter a while before. He stopped, confused he looked around. Her beach towel was there, there were small ripples in the water, as if someone had just- it dawned on him. Bobby ran to the edge of the pool and squinted his eyes to see the bottom. His eyes finally focused on a lifeless form, floating at the bottom. "Tara!"

He stripped off his shoes and shirt. Bobby dove into the water and as fast as he could he swam to Tara. Once he reached her, Bobby wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other swam both of them to the surface. He lifted Tara up onto the tiled floor then hauled himself up, keeling beside her.

She wasn't breathing. He opened her mouth and gave her CPR for what felt like a lifetime before Tara's back arched as she sucked in air. She began to hoarsely cough up water. Bobby turned her on her side to help her spit out all the water easier. She breathed in another gasp before looking at Bobby.

"What happened?" Tara's voice failed her and it came out in a gravelly whisper.

Bobby looked at her softly, he slipped his hand behind her neck. "I was hoping you could tell me. You must have passed out." He paused when he noticed how confused she looked. "How are you feeling?"

She coughed again. "Okay." She tried to sit up but Bobby stopped her by picking her up instead. Tara curled up her arms in front of her chest, and rested her head against Bobby as he carried her to her bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and knelt down, looking into her eyes.

"You need to change clothes; you're going to get a cold."

Tara nodded, "Okay."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm sorry, Bobby, I didn't mean to scream at you, but I was angry and scared and I suppose that I just sort of lost it." She said, her words mumbling together from her fast speech.

"No," he held herface in his hands, rubbing her jaw with his thumbs, "I'm sorry. I was way out of line, you don't deserve anything that's been happening to you lately, especially not a jerk like me." He sighed, "And you were right, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. Can you forgive me?"

Tears rimmed Tara's eyes. "Yes," she hugged him tightly, "yes I forgive you, Bobby."

She went into the bathroom to change and when she came out Tara noticed that Bobby had prepared the bed so she could go to sleep as soon as she wanted. Bobby was sitting on the edge, also in dry clothes. Tara sat next to him, Bobby wrapped her up in a hug and tears began to slip from Tara's eyes.

"Mommy? Daddy?" A small voice asked. They lifted their heads and saw Chloe in her nighty standing in the doorway, holding her stuffed animal under one arm, rubbing her eyes against the light with her free hand. "What are you guys doing?" She paused. "Why are you crying? Daddy, why is Mommy crying?" She climbed up on the bed, but instead of sitting next to Bobby and Tara she lay her head in the pillows and pulled the two adults along; Tara laying in one side, Bobby on the other. Bobby pulled the blanket over their bodies creating a cocoon.

"I had a little accident, that's all sugar."

"Did it hurt?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, a little."

"Are you okay now?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good." It didn't take long before Chloe and Tara fell asleep, too worn out Bobby didn't have the energy to bring Chloe to her own room and didn't want to leave Tara anyways. In a few minutes he was asleep.

The next morning Bobby woke up fully dressed, he was taken completely by surprise when he saw Tara sleeping next to him. His eyes widened and he sat up carefully, not wanting to wake up Tara. He could hear Chloe quietly watching TV in the Guest Room. He ran his hand through his hair and gazed at the beautiful blonde sleeping peacefully next to him. She changed position, her arm slipping beneath the fluffy pillow.

Bobby threw the covers back, swung his legs over the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands. He startled when a soft hand touched his shoulder and began to rub his back. "Morning, Bobby."

"Good morning, sheila."

"Um, did we, uh, sleep, um…" Tara couldn't find the right words.

"Uh, well, not really, Chloe was here, too. She's watching TV."

"Oh, okay." She sat next to Bobby. "So, umm…"

"What do you want for breakfast? I have to go into town for a little and I figured I could pick up breakfast on the way home."

"Oh, uh, I'll just have coffee and a donut, cream-filled."

"Sure," he stood up.

"Thank you, Bobby," Tara called after him. Bobby stopped, turned around and walked to Tara with determination. He bent down and held her face in his hands, he kissed her eagerly. Tara slipped her hands around his back, they accidentally slipped under his shirt. Their ache for each other grew with every caress Bobby experienced on his lower back that Tara perfected. Her hands moved higher, Bobby's shirt rode up exposing strong muscles. He slid his large hands through Tara's hair, they slid down her back and rested on the small of her back. Bobby reluctantly ended the kiss. "I need to go get breakfast, do you need anything else while I'm in town?"

"No. Just don't come back with the whole menu please."

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