A/N: Here is the sequel to Time Changes, I am very excited about this. It can stand alone, so if you have not read Time Changes, you can still enjoy this story. It can also be considered a separate story altogether, but in the end, I decided to name it the sequel. This story will be a lot shorter than Time Changes. Well, here it is, so enjoy!

They tried to take him away but I wouldn't let them. Zach tried to calm me down, and he held me, while they took him from my arms. I became hysterical, and they sedated me. I cried and cried until the drugs took effect and I couldn't think anymore.

Zach POV:

It had been eight months since we had lost our baby, but seemed like it was just yesterday. The pain was still there, it was a constant.

Cammie had been released from the hospital a few days after we had been given the news. While we were there, everyone had come and visited us, they offered us their condolences, but it seemed like Cammie never heard them.

She was quiet. She had gone hysterical when the doctor told her they'd take away the baby, so she had to be drugged. She continued to cry, but when she woke up she was silent.

Our parents came to visit and she just stared off into space. If they were in her line of sight, she would look at them as if they weren't there. I thought it would be different when we came home and gave it some time, but I was wrong.

She would sleep for long periods of time. When she wasn't in bed, she was at the gym. She was determined to get rid of any traces of her pregnancy.

I stayed home from work for the first three months, hoping she would get better, hoping that she would talk to me, but nothing ever happened.

She only ate when we forced her. She lost a lot of weight and barely even spoke. She didn't respond when I talked to her, she would simply look off into space or sleep.

I went back to work after the third month, I couldn't take it. She never said anything. Every day when I would leave for work, I would kiss her and tell her I loved her, and she just looked past me.

The day our son died, was the day I had lost Cammie as well.

I couldn't leave her by herself so everyday someone would come in and take care of her. It was usually one of our parents but our friends would also come by. Each one of them would try to make her eat, and try to talk to her, but she never responded.

Sometimes she would get up at night, or I would come home from work and I would see her in the baby's nursery. She would just sit in the rocking chair, and stare at the empty crib. Sometimes she would hold the teddy bear we had bought, she would wrap herself in his blanket and just sit there. The tears had stopped after the first month. After that, it was just silence.

It was hell.

But I finally had enough of it. I needed my wife back. I needed her smile, her laugh, her voice, her touch back. I needed her.

So I came home from work one day, determined to make her go out with me. Anywhere, whether it be the movies, dinner, or just a walk around the neighborhood. Anything.

I walked into the house and saw her sitting on a sofa in the living room.

I walked over to her and kissed her.

"Hey love"

"Hi."

I kneeled in front of her, but she stared past me.

"Love?" Nothing. "Sweetheart?" Still nothing.

"Cam look at me." She finally looked at me.

"We're going out tonight. So I'm going to get your jacket, and I'm going to let you pick where we're going. We can go out to eat, to the movies, anything you want."

"I don't want to go out." She looked away again. Her voice was dead. I wouldn't take no for an answer, she had been holed up in the house or gym for the past eight months.

"Cam. We need to go out. We need to get out of this house."

"No."

"Cam. Please-"

"NO! I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO. OUT." She stood up from the couch and walked away from me.

I got up too, and followed after her.

"Let me help you! Tell me how I can help you! I hate seeing you like this! I can't stand it anymore! I need you back!" I pleaded to her.

"I don't need help." Her voice was cold, like steel.

"We need help! Cam, I need you back."

Fury could be clearly seen on her face.

"I need my baby back. If you can't give me my baby back, then don't even bother."

She got her car keys and slammed the door.

I tried following after her, but she was already speeding down the street.

A/N: So what do you think? Please Review! Thank you!