Cammie woke up to feel her husband's strong arm wrapped around her. She knew Zach only did that when it looked like she was in distress. Cammie tried to recall her nightmare but couldn't. It was a new one that did have the Circle in it but killed none of her friends and family. She vaguely remembered seeing her own death in the dream. Cammie sighed as she cuddled up into her husband. In the beginning of their relationship, Zach had not been one for spooning. He'd quote That 70's Show's Kelso by saying, "Why cuddle while you can do it?" That always earned him a hard slap on the cheek from Cammie. She eventually wore him down, and he'd started to like cuddling with her. Cammie slowly drifted back to sleep.

Zach woke up a little after Cammie fell back asleep to see her head leaning against his chest. He noticed how cold she was and pulled the blankets tightly over her. Zach had always loved watching his wife sleep. When she wasn't having nightmares, Cammie was beautiful when she slept. And now she had that pregnant glow you would've missed if you didn't know she was pregnant. Zach remembered Grant's lame-ass attempt at a joke and realized he had a valid point. Their kid would be coming from two spy legacies; which one would they take after? Zach hoped he got the best of both of them: Cammie's Chameleoness, Zach's bad-assness, and both of their looks. He hoped the kid didn't get his commitment issues or Cammie's trust ones.

Zach looked over at the clock only to realize they needed to get up and moving if they wanted to make their flight. "Cammie?" he whispered into his wife's eye while trying to walk her up. She mumbled incoherently and pulled her comforter tighter around herself. "Cammie, you have to get up. We need to get ready."

Cammie groaned. The baby wanted her to sleep, but Zach wasn't going to let her. "No!" she whined like a two year old.

"Cammie," he said sternly. Zach knew that their baby must be exhausting Cammie, but they were going to be late. Besides, some sunshine would be good for her. DC's weather left a lot to be desired.

"I'm tired," Cammie complained. She knew she sounded childish, but she needed some extra sleep, especially if they were going to be flying today. Cammie would probably be sick the whole flight.

"Just get up and get ready. You can sleep in the car and on the plane." Zach reasoned sweetly. Part of winning Cammie over was to always give her part of what she wanted. That way, it felt somewhat fair.

"Fine," she grumbled, getting out of bed and heading for the shower. "You're evil!"

"You love it," Zach replied devilishly. Cammie just shot him a glare before taking of her clothes. Zach looked at his wife's reflection on the TV screen. As far as he could see, she didn't have a baby bump yet.

Cammie stepped into the shower and let the hot water relax her tense muscles. Trying to figure out how to tell Zach about the baby was starting to stress her out. She went through every possible scenario in her head, trying to figure this out. She got out of the shower and searched for the right airplane outfit. Cammie settled for a white tank top, a black cashmere sweater, tan shorts, black flip-flops and a simple pendant. She slipped her wedding ring on and thought of how, in a few months, it would no longer fit her finger.

Zach was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He was trying to make everything seem normal. He wasn't going to confront Cammie about her pregnancy; he was going to let her tell him on her own. Zach figured he owed her at least that much. He was determined to be a great father.

Cammie grabbed a cup of coffee from the counter and took a long sip. She made a face and spit it into the sink. "What is this crap?" she asked in outrage. Cammie was the type of person who needed her morning caffeine fix.

"Decaf," Zach answered with a smirk. He knew Cammie shouldn't be drinking regular coffee, so he'd made decaf and hoped she wouldn't notice. Clearly, she had. Cammie continued to glare at him. "Having regular coffee before a long flight can make you really sick," Zach skillfully lied. Sometimes, his spy training did come in handy.

Cammie didn't know if that was true or not, but she didn't feel like fighting Zach on it. He'd never give up a fight. It was the stubborn teen boy still alive in him. She finished the glass of horrible coffee she'd been given and scarfed down her breakfast. Cammie was starving, but she knew she'd just be puking this all up on the plane. Still, she appreciated Zach's efforts. They left for the airport five minutes later.

Cammie fiddled with the radio, which drove Zach insane. She would go from the pop station to the rock station to the country station in less than a minute. He liked the classic rock station best but wasn't about to fight Cammie for control of the radio.

Cammie had finally settled on a station when her cell phone began blaring Twist and Shout. Zach chuckled at the ringtone; he knew it was the one she had set for Oliver. God, he really hated that guy. Zach knew that he was Cammie's best guy friend since childhood and one of the few people Cammie trusted completely, but he still hated him. He was pretty sure the feelings were mutual.

"Hey, Oliver, what's up?" Cammie answered the phone cheerfully. His calls were always a pleasant treat for her; Oliver's missions made them infrequent. They emailed all the time, but it wasn't the same as talking.

Zach noticed how Cammie's face fell after hearing Oliver's response. "Gallagher Girl? What's wrong?" he asked gently. He noticed a few tears run down her beautiful face.

"Joe's dead," Cammie replied solemnly. These words hit Zach like a rock. Joe had been a father figure to him, especially since he never knew his real dad.

Zach remained silent the rest of the drive to the airport. When they got to the airport, he unloaded their bags unto a cart. They met up with all their friends by the terminal and greeted them with silent hellos. Everyone seemed to know why Zach wasn't talking and Cammie was crying softly to herself. Losing Joe affected all of them. He had been a Blackthorne Boy and a Gallagher teacher.

Macey looked around at her friends. Everyone was crying and whispering about Joe. She hoped that, while they were in Hawaii, everyone could find a way to enjoy their vacation. Macey knew there would be drama in her group, whether it be Zach and Cammie or Bex and Grant. She also knew that they could make it through anything life threw at them.

"Hey, Mace?" Her husband's question brought her back to reality. She turned to look at Preston. He had definitely grown out of his geeky face and had become a handsome man and the youngest person ever to run for a presidential bid. There use to an age limit, but Preston's father had it brought down to twenty two.

"Yes?" Macey answered with a raised eyebrow. He should've been going over his speech again, but that wasn't what he was doing. God, she was starting to act like her mother. Macey shuddered at the horrifying thought.

"What's wrong with everyone?" Preston asked curiously. He thought all of Macey's friends would be excited to go to Hawaii, but right now they were all whispering and crying. He wasn't dense enough to not realize there was something wrong; he just didn't know what.

"Joe's gone," Macey whispered softly. Preston chose to drop the subject. He knew how important the man had been to them. He just hoped this trip would take a turn for the better.