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!

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

Cammie POV:

I was so mad.

Didn't he see that I didn't want to go anywhere? I just want to be alone.

So I went to the one place where I knew I could drink.

Drink and forget. Or at least get numb.

I drove to Bex and Grant's place.

Bex didn't like to drink, so they never had alcohol at their house, but when she would leave on long business trips, Grant would drink.

He would miss her and the only way to get through it was to drink.

Currently Bex was on a month long trip, so there was bound to be alcohol at their place.

I parked the car and went to the door. I knocked on the door until Grant came out.

"Cam?" He looked surprised but then looked around, "where's Zach?"

"He'll be here in a bit." I walked past him and into the living room.

He closed the door and followed me in.

I went straight to his liquor cabinet. I grabbed a random bottle and popped off the top.

"You sure you want to do that?"

I connected my lips to the bottle and drank. I could feel the sting as the liquid went down my throat.

"I need this."

Grant simply shrugged, "if you're going to drink, at least use a glass." He handed me the shot glass in his hand and I poured myself a drink.

He just stood by the counter and watched me.

He grabbed some bottle near him and poured himself a drink.

"Can I ask why you're here? Other than to drink up all my liquor?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're trying to avoid Zach."

I looked down at the floor. Grant was always able to read me.

"Cam, I know that you're still hurting. Losing a baby isn't fair."

I shook my head as the tears started to fall again. The hole in my heart seemed to grow even more.

"You have no idea how much it hurts. Every single day. Every fucking moment."

"Zach-"

"Wants me to go out. He keeps trying to get me to get help. I'm not crazy. He doesn't understand-"

"DOESN'T UNDERSTAND?! He lost a baby too!" I heard Grant's fist come down against the counter and I jumped at the sound, "You aren't the only one hurting Cam! Yeah, what happened sucks, but it was shit luck. It wasn't your or his fault. The only reason you haven't seen him completely break down is because of you! He's too busy taking care of you, that he won't let himself mourn his son! Zach doesn't know what to do, he wants- no NEEDS- you back. The day you lost your son, he lost his son and his wife. He would do anything to have you smile again, to talk to him. So don't you tell me that you're the only one hurting, because so is he."

I cried even harder as the weight of his words hit me. Zach was hurting too. I was part of the reason why he was so broken.

"Grant-"

"Cammie, you need to go back home. You need to go back to Zach, and smile for him. I swear that he's going to completely lose it one of these days if he doesn't see your smile. We all need you back, Cam. But Zach needs you more than anyone else."

I nodded. I went forward and hugged him.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I'm sorry for yelling, but you and Zach are my best friends, and you guys need to heal. Come on, I'll drive you home."

We stepped away from each other and I nodded.

He led me towards his car and I got in.

It was a quiet drive back to my house, but before I could get out of his car, he reached out to stop me.

"Zach loves you more than anyone else, so don't worry."

With that, I walked toward the front door, and stepped through.

I could hear Zach's voice from down the hallway, "are you sure you haven't seen her? She's been gone for a while."

I walked to the kitchen and saw him pacing around.

"Zach."

He turned around so quickly, it scared me. Relief washed over his face immediately, as he realized who I was.

"Never mind, found her." He hung up his cellphone and walked towards me.

He hugged me to him and held me in his arms, until he pulled away to kiss me.

"I'm so sorry baby. I shouldn't have pushed you to-"

"Stop."

He stepped back to see my face, and worry began to line his face.

I summoned all my courage, and thought about what Grant said. "We need to talk but first, I need to change."

He simply nodded, and looked at me worriedly as I went up the stairs to our bedroom.

"Just wait right there, or in our bedroom. Up to you."

I grabbed some pajamas and went into the bathroom. I decided to shower instead of just changing. I needed to wash away some of the lingering alcohol smell. The water had helped sober me up, but only a little.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Zach was there.

I looked at him, really looked at him this time. He had changed into his pajamas, which simply consisted of pajama bottoms. He seemed so tired and worn. His abs, which used to be really defined, were less pronounced now. He seemed to have lost weight.

Grant was right, Zach needed me. I needed to get better.

"Are you okay honey?"

He always put his needs before mine, even now, when I had been the one to leave, when I should be getting yelled at, he was being gentle.

I walked over to him on the bed, and sat down next to him. I grabbed one of his hands and intertwined our fingers.

"When I went out tonight, I was so mad. Mad at you, at myself, at everything having to do with our son." I held back the tears.

"I was so mad at you, for trying to take me out, when I just didn't want to. I didn't want anymore reminders of what happened. So I went to Grant's. I started drinking because I wanted to forget. I thought that it would help, but what actually helped was what Grant yelled at me-"

"He yelled at you?! I'm going to kill him-"

"No, it was needed. It opened my eyes to how much this has hurt us. So don't kill him, please." He simply nodded. "He told me that you haven't mourned our son. That you've been too busy with me, and that you could break down any day."

I shook my head, trying to stop the tears.

"I'm sorry Zach." I hugged him this time, pulling him Close.

"Shh, shh, it's okay Cam."

I looked at him now. "No, it's not. You need to be happy too."

With that, I pulled his face towards mine, and kissed him.

I hadn't kissed him, and I mean really kissed him, in a long time. I had forgotten how amazing it felt. In that moment I made my mind up.

I pulled away, and held his face between my hands.

"I want to try again. Not tonight, but I want to try."

"Okay."

He kissed me again, this time hungrier. He laid me down on the bed, and pulled the covers over me.

"Is this why you were staring at me when you came out of the bathroom? Or were you just admiring my body?" He teased.

"I was just looking at your scrawny body."

His smile left, "I'm not scrawny."

I ran my hand up and down his stomach. "Yeah I know. But you've lost weight."

He lifted up my shirt and placed his hand across my stomach, "I know. I'll start hitting the gym more. If my wife is extremely beautiful, then I need to get my abs back and keep up." He winked at me and I laughed.

I pulled him in for another kiss.

"Cam, if we're not going to do anything tonight, then you're going to need stop running your hand up and down my body. I only have so much self control."

I smiled sheepishly, I had forgotten how much we affected each other, in that sense. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

He pulled me even closer now, and I laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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