I haven't seen Zach since that day. When he left I was instructed to do three things:
1) deny that the children were his so they wouldn't be held as ransom.
2) deny any feelings left between us so in wouldn't be used as bait
3). Move with my support system.
On that day zach also told me two things:
1) he would always love me and our daughters
2) he would do everything to return
Now almost three years later the twins are three. Emmalie has her father's emerald eyes but my hair coloring. Everyone calls her either Em, Emmy, or Emily.
Her older sister Mckayla, Mickey, or Kayla has my eyes and brown hair. Two weeks after Zach left Bex, Grant, Liz, Jonas, Macey, and I we offered positions in California, so we all are living in California. Here Macey met Charlie, her now fiancé (also an opretive.) Grant and Bex are married with a baby on the way. Liz and Jonas are also married and have a daughter, Ella, a few months younger than the twins. We all live in a little devlopment. First is Macye's house, then mine, then liz's and then bex.
Although iwasn't yet over Zach, and I probably would never be life was okay, and I was as happy as possible without my Blackthorne Boy. Our daughters, friends, and my job kept me busy but when I was quiet my thoughts always turned to Zach. Was he okay? Would I see him again? Where was he? Was he... Dead?
It was a sunny spring day, the first warm day in a series or rainy, cool ones, when I got the phone call. It was Alex Petra, the oprative who was in charge of hiding Zach. The only other time I had met him was when he came to take Zach,a dn I hadn't heard from him since. That sunny tuesday at 11:30 I was making the twins and Ella lunch. liz was working untill noon so we planed to spend time together after, since I had the day off, after solving a large case.
The phone rang just as I was setting up the girls for lunch. After struggling to get Kayla and Ella into their pink highchairs I was working on putting Emmy in, but the phone interrupted me. With my daughter still in had I answered the phone.
Alex wasted no time with pleasantries, and got straight to the point. Zach had been fine up until last night; he was taken by the last few members at large of the circle of caven. At first I was filled with overwhelming joy that the love of my life and the father of my children was alive, but then as i processed what Petra had said I was terrified for Zach's welfare. I quietly thanked him. Hung up and called my three best friends.
Macey, Liz, and Bex all arrived at my house within the hour when they heard about my phone call. Two boxes of Kleenex later Macey declared that shopping would cheat me up. Grant offered to watch my daughters, so us four girls went shopping and to dinner. They dragged me to like every store in the Roseville mall, but my friends were right, sometimes, and I can't believe I'm about to say this, shopping can be a much needed break.
About 3 weeks later, it was a Sunday. Grant, Bex, Liz, Jonas, Ella, Charlie, my twins, Macey, and I had a picnic in the park down the street. We ate a nice lunch, but I felt lonely, the only one without my significant other here. On our walk home Macey, Kayla, Emmy, and I got separated from our group, so I put Em on my shoulders, and she mirrored my actions to Kayla. When we were about 2 blocks from home, I got the feeling we were being watched, but ignored it. How wrong I was. Suddenly about 45 paces down 6 men in black jumped out at us. Both mine and my best friend's first instincts were to protect the girls; we stood on the outside of my children. We were good, of course we were we were Gallagher girls but even for the best 6 to 2 is not a good chance and we were eventually taken out. The last thing I remembered was grabbing a girl, and Macey had the other.
I woke up in a cold cell, on a damp, uncomfortable makeshift... Bed? The first thing done was to check for my daughters. Em was curled up to my side, her blonde hair tousled, with her left thumb firmly planted in her mouth. I stoked my innocent daughter's hair; hoping to god Kayla and Macey were okay and together. My eyes began to adjust to the lighting, and I surveyed the area, as any good spy would do. It appeared we were locked in a small cell, with a circular Bain in the back and another bed across from the one we were lying on. When I did another sweep of the area I noticed a figure in the back corner, not moving.
After another glance at Emmy I got up to go inspect the figure. I knelt next ton the body, it was defiantly a man's. Pressing my thumb to his wrist I let out a sigh of relic when i felt a steady post. I turned the man over and gasped.