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Chapter 1

He stared at her for a minute before stepping into action. He quickly makes his way to his apartment and her. He unlocks the door, swinging the door open. He turns around to fund her already standing, holding both car seats. He immediately notices how much effort it is for her to be holding them, she's unhealthily weak. He doesn't waste another second. He takes both car seats from her and walks into his apartment. He hears her falling closely behind, he hears her close the apartment door as he places the car seats on the coffee table. He places his hands on hips and stares down at the two babies sleeping in the car seats. It isn't long before he feels her presence closely next to him, he feels her hand brush against his arm. He turns his head to the side, looking at his ex-wife, looking at the woman he honestly thought he would never see again. His stomach when he sees her battered face. Who on earth would do that to her? Why on earth would someone want to do that to her, to her beautiful face, to her beautiful body? Who would want to do that to the woman he still loves?

"This one is Zane," Allison says as she points to the baby on the left then points to the baby on the right. "And this one is Oliver, Olly for short."

"Who did this to you?" Robert asks his voice nothing more than a whisper.

And with that, Allison shrinks away from him, moving away from him. He watches as she crosses her arms over her stomach. His stomach drops even further when he looks at the bruises on her arms. He can see the bruises in the form of handprints. Why would someone want to do that to her? Who would do that to her? He is just sick thinking about it. He can't stand someone doing that to her, to the woman he loves. Wait. If someone did this to her, does that mean they did it to them, the babies too?

"Whoever hurt you," Robert pauses, looking from Allison to Zane and Olly then back to Allison again. "Did they hurt the babies too?"

"No," Allison breathes. "No, they weren't with me. They were being watched by a friend when I… When I went back to get something, I wasn't expecting him to be there. He was supposed to be on a business trip. It was supposed to be safe. I should have known it wasn't safe. I should have…"

"Hey, hey, hey," Robert says, walking over to where Allison is standing, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. He can feel her immediately tense up under his hands. "This is not your fault. None of this is your fault. You are not to blame. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore, okay? You are safe here, okay? you are safe with me, okay? All three of you are safe here and safe with me."

"No, that's not possible," Allison says, shaking her head. "I'm not safe anywhere, we're not safe anywhere. He told me that he would always be able to find if he really wanted to. He told me that it was for the best that I leave Chicago or he would hurt me even worse."

"Hey. Hey, listen to me," Robert says, gently placing his hands on each of Allison's cheeks, stopping her shaking her head and forcing her to look at him. "I promise you that he, whoever he is, will never hurt you or Zane or Olly ever again. I will protect and keep you three safe as long as you will let me, as long as you need me, alright?"

"Okay," Allison whispers.

"Okay," Robert whispers. "Now, I don't want to pressure you and you don't have to tell me this instant but when you are ready I want you, I need you to tell about who hurt you."

"I will tell you eventually," Allison says. "But I can't right now. It's just too fresh."

"I know," Robert says. "I don't need to know this instant, I want to know, but I don't want to push you away so soon. You came to me because for some strange reason you still trust after all that I did, you still trust me. You trust me enough to come here and bring your sons here too. I don't want to lose your trust."

"You won't, I promise you, Robert, you won't lose my trust for you," Allison says, a small smile appearing on her face. "As you said, I wouldn't be here if I still didn't trust you."

"Good, I'm glad," Robert quietly says.

They are quiet. Everything is quiet. Robert's hand are still on Allison's cheeks. God, he has missed her. He honestly didn't think he missed her. He didn't think about her. He tried not to think about her. It was just too painful. He didn't like the way the two of them ended things a little over a year ago. Since the day he signed those divorce papers and she left, he has tried to just lose himself in everything pretty much. He honestly can't count the number of women he has slept in the past year, trying to forget the one who has always occupied his mind, but nothing he ever did worked because one way or another, he would always end thinking about the one who got away. He would always end up thinking about the one and the only, Allison Cameron.

Robert moves closer to Allison. Allison moves closer to Robert. Both of them know that is probably too soon, way too soon. Neither one of them cares though. Robert has missed Allison. Allison has missed Robert. Both of them have missed each other so much. They lean into each other. Their lips are seconds away when… When a sudden cry stops them in their tracks. Allison quickly moves out of Robert's hands and quickly towards the baby who is crying, she quickly picks the baby up, rocking him gently in her arms. Robert runs a hand over his face before turning around, watching Allison gently rock the baby back to sleep.

"How can you tell them apart?" Robert asks, suddenly breaking the silence. "I mean they are twins, they do look very much alike, and well, all babies do look the same."

"It's easy, honestly," Allison says. "Come over here, I will show you."

Robert doesn't waste a second, he walks over to where Allison currently stands.

"Pick up Zane," Allison says.

"Pick Zane up?" Robert questions. "You want me to pick up Zane?"

"Yes," Allison smiles, a small laugh escaping from her lips. "Go on, I trust you."

Robert hesitates for a minute, looking from Allison to Zane then back to Allison and then back to Zane. He lets out a deep breath before reaching down and carefully picking up Zane. He carefully holds the little baby in his arms as he has at the hospital a few times before. He does notice something about Zane. Unlike his brother, Olly, Zane is on the small side. Smaller than his brother, a little underweight too.

"Take his hat off," Allison says, interrupting Robert's train of thoughts.

Robert carefully takes Zane's hat off, he is surprised to see a head full of blonde hair. He knows that this little guy couldn't have his mother's hair. Her hair may be blonde now, but her normal, undyed hair color is dark brown so that means this little guy has his father's hair color.

"Zane, there, has blonde hair just like his father," Allison says while also taking off Olly's hat. "While Olly, here, has dark brown hair just like mine used to look. Plus I also tend to dress them into different outfits too. I know most mothers like to dress their twins in the same outfits but I don't like to. I want them to be individuals, just because they are twins, doesn't mean that they can't be unique. I want them to be unique."

"I am not surprised," Robert smiles, walking closer to Allison until he is standing right in front of her. "You have two beautiful babies, Allison, you really do."

"Thank you," Allison says in a quiet voice. "I, um, need to tell you something, well, actually more than one thing."

"What's that?" Robert asks as he begins to rock little Zane in his arms. "You can tell me anything."

"I honestly don't how you are going to take what I have to tell you," Allison admits. "I know I probably should have told you this a while ago, but I was occupied with other things."

"Allison, whatever it is, you can tell me," Robert says. "Whatever it is, just tell me. I trust you besides how bad could it be."

"Well, technically, the two of us," Allison pauses, biting her lip for a brief second. "We are still married."

"I'm sorry what?" Robert questions.

"We are still married," Allison says. "I actually never sent in the divorce papers."

He should be upset about this, but honestly, he's not. He's not upset in the slightest.