Best Friends Forever – Chapter 4

(I do not own Glee or any of the characters. All names are fictitious and appear only by coincidence.)

Rachel was on the phone all afternoon. She was financially sound, but still didn't have any big name producers interested in casting her in a leading role on Broadway or off. She could settle for a lesser role, but was hesitant. Settling usually meant the beginning of the end as newer and younger talent was arriving in New York everyday.

She had called every private school within a twenty block radius of her New York apartment to try and find a school where Brandon hadn't burnt all of his bridges. His former schools weren't interested in having him back as a student. The one school where he hadn't attended had a waiting list. Boarding schools were still an option, but Rachel felt that she needed to keep Brandon close since he felt like he was an after-thought in her life.

Finding a suitable Alzheimer's faculty for Hiram was even more of a challenge. The one that she thought would meet Hiram's needs was over fifteen thousand dollars a month and on the upper east side of Manhattan. She knew that uprooting him so soon after losing Leroy would only send him on a downward spiral again. She could already tell that Leroy's death had sped up the pace of the horrible disease as Hiram seemed to losing more and more memory every day.

Maybe Finn was right. Maybe staying in Ohio would be the best answer for all of them. She had enough money to pay off her childhood home and provide around the clock care-givers for her dad. She was still getting monthly royalty checks from her two CD's and maybe this was a good time to put out a new one. She could do the ground work in Lima and the actual recording in Chicago.

Brandon could attend McKinley High. While the boy could still find drugs in Ohio, they wouldn't be as readably available as they were in New York City. She would also have Mr. Schue, Finn, Puck, and the Lima Sheriff's Department to keep an eye on him.

Brandon had made friends in Lima over the summer. He saw Emily, Drew, and Seth everyday at the pool, and had even joined the swim team.

And lastly, maybe she still had a chance with Finn. She knew deep down that none of her four former marriages had worked because none of them were with Finn. Finn was the one who could still make her toes tingle. They were both single and at 35 they could still have a long and happy life together. Emily was 16 and Brandon was 15. In a few years they would be going off to college and she and Finn would both be empty nesters.

She wanted to talk to Brandon when he came home from the pool that day, but he was in a bad mood. He was tired and excused himself to his room after dinner.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Rachel asked her son.

"We had a long practice for our next swim meet this afternoon and I'm tired."

"You're usually excited about swim meets," Rachel pointed around the room at his ribbons on the wall. "What has really got you down?"

"I told Emily that I saw you and her dad kissing. I told her that I didn't like it and why!"

"What did she say?"

"She says that I was being immature and selfish."

"Son, you're getting ahead of yourself. I shared one kiss with my old fiancé. Finn and I are just good friends."

"Mom, the summer is half over. When are we going back to New York? I miss my friends there."

"I know, but haven't you made friends here? You were never on a swim team before? You have seemed happy ever since you started going to the pool. If you were to go to a school here, you could be in classes with the same friends."

"And where would I go to school?"

"McKinley."

"Mom, that's a public school. I've never been to a public school!"

"Mr. Schuster, the principal is an old friend. I could ask him to place you in classes with the kids that you know. Besides, I've been on the phone with every private school within a twenty blocks radius of our apartment in New York and none of them will take you back."

"You could hire some more tutors. No mom. I don't want to move from New York to Ohio permanently! I didn't want to come here in the first place, you made me! And where are you going to work? I don't see any Broadway theaters around here?"

"For now our cash flow is good, I could put out another CD and do the recording in Chicago. And Grandpa Hiram could stay in his own home."

"Mom, Grandpa Hiram doesn't even know that he's in the world half the time. You could dump him in a nursing home here or in New York and he'd never know the difference!"

"Brandon Weston, I've warned you to never speak of your grandfather that way! He still knows this house and me and you. No one is dumping him anywhere."

"I think this is all one big excuse to stay here with your precious Finn. I know how this works!"

Son, think about it. Would I be willing to leave a career that I've worked my entire life for just for a man? Do you know what I would really like? I would like to get you away from your drugged up friends in New York. I'd like to keep my dad in his own home with the family he knows. My family is worth more to me than a fading career in New York or a long lost boyfriend."

"That's what you say!"

"Brandon, I'm not arguing with you about this anymore tonight. Think about it. New York is all that you have ever known, but is it the best for you? Sleep on it and we'll talk about it some more in the morning."

"No, we won't!" Brandon shouted as Rachel closed his bedroom door. "I'm not staying in this town one minute more than I have too!"

During the night Brandon made up his mind, he was going back to New York City with or without his mom. He had friends that he could stay with. Friends who could get drugs for him if he wanted them. He didn't have a driver's license, but he could steal that old black BMW in the garage. It wasn't really stealing. It belonged to his dead grandfather. As his only grandchild, surely he would inherit the car someday anyway. He was just speeding up the process.

He packed his bag and made his way downstairs after midnight. Searching for the car keys, he found them inside Rachel's purse. He opened her wallet and helped himself to a several hundred dollar bills and a credit card that she probably had forgotten she had. Turning to leave he was scared by a tall old man standing in the kitchen behind him.

"Grandpa Hiram, I didn't see you standing there. What are you doing down here in the middle of the night?"

"I just came down for some warm milk. I couldn't sleep. Aren't you Rachel's boy, and what are you doing in her purse?"

"Yes, Grandpa, I'm Brandon. I'm glad that you remembered me. I was just looking in her purse for some aspirin. I have a headache," Brandon lied.

"Aspirin's in the cabinet over the bathroom sink," Hiram replied.

"You remember that?" Brandon asked.

"Of course I do, I've lived in this house for forty years. I know everything about it. Sit son and talk to your grandpa."

"I just want to thank you and your mom for coming to see me and Leroy. You know I see a lot of Leroy in you. You have his stubborn streak."

"I thought I got that from my mom."

"Well she got it from him too," Hiram laughed. "I remember the first day that I met him, but that was so long ago, and I know that you don't want to hear an old man ramble. I should get back up stairs before Leroy misses me."

Brandon realized that Hiram's lucid moment was passing because he didn't remember that Leroy was gone.

"Can I help you back upstairs?" Brandon asked.

"I know this house like I know the back of my hand, but thanks for offering. I'll have to be extra quiet so I don't wake Leroy up."

Hiram finished his milk, put the cup in the sink and was up the stairs.

Brandon felt the keys, the money, and the credit card in his pocket. Picking up his bag, he tip-toyed out to the garage. Opening the car door as quietly as possible, he was hit with a new reality. The car was a straight shift with a clutch. He hadn't even had driver's education and didn't even know how to drive an automatic. How was he going to open the garage door, and get the straight shift car out with out being heard? He hadn't thought that far. Then plan B began to form in his brain. It involved a bright shiny new Mustang convertible.

He stashed his suit case in the garage and dropped the BMW's car keys back into his mom's purse. His plan would have to wait until morning.

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After a quick breakfast Brandon hurried out the kitchen door. He didn't want his mom to realize that some of her money and a credit card were missing. He also didn't want to rehash last night's argument with his mother either.

At the pool, Emily was already busy with her beginning swimming classes.

"Hi Brandon! Are you ready for this afternoon's swim meet?" Emily called to him from her place in the pool.

"Yeah, but I think I left my team shirt in the trunk of your car after the last meet, mind if I take a look?"

"Yuck, it's going to be nasty, and my trunk is going to smell."

"I'll wash my shirt in the bathroom and hang it over the fence to dry. It'll be ready by this afternoon. I can move your car out into the sun and air out the trunk if you like."

"You don't have a license, my dad would kill you," Emily called back as she helped a little boy float on his back.

"I'll only move it a hundred feet, your dad will never know."

"Okay, my keys are in my swim bag under the life-guard stand."

Brandon knew that it was now or never. He knew if he went through with Plan B there would be no turning back. Emily would never speak to him again, but he didn't plan on returning to this town ever again.

Slipping his bag into the backseat, he started the car and tapped his New York address into the navigation system. All of the life guards were in the pool with beginning swimmers and no one was paying any attention to him. Pulling into the street, he got the feel of the car and for the first time in his life he was driving.

Once out of town and heading for the interstate, he was feeling brave and decided to punch it. He had to get as far away as possible before Emily missed the car. Speeding down the road Brandon was flying when he missed a curve in the road.

The red Mustang went airborne in a barrel roll. Brandon fell out and landed in the ditch in the path of the hurling automobile. The car rolled over him before it smashed sideways into a line of trees. A truck diver saw the whole thing and called the police. Sheriff Puckerman was on the way along with an ambulance.

Puck recognized the car when he arrived on the scene. He was expecting to find Emily in the rubble, but instead he found Brandon. The boy was unconscious and was covered with scrapes and bruises. Puck called Hudson Tires and told Finn to meet him at the hospital. He also told Finn to tell Emily that her car was a total loss.

Finn called Rachel who was busy getting Hiram ready for a doctor's appointment. She left Hiram in the care of his nurse and raced to the hospital.

When Brandon came to he was handcuffed to his bed. "Mom, what happened, why am I handcuffed to a hospital bed?"

"You've been in a car wreck, but you're going to be okay. I can't say the same for Emily's car. You stole her car and totaled it. You're going to be charged with grand theft auto, destruction of private property, driving without a license, and half a dozen other things that I can't remember. What were you thinking? They found your suitcase at the scene. Where you running away from home?"

"Mom this isn't my home. New York City is my home! I want to go back to New York and get out of this town now!"

"That won't be happening anytime soon," Puck informed the boy. "These are serious charges against you. You stole a car and destroyed it."

"Isn't that what insurance is for? Finn don't you have insurance on that car?" Brandon asked.

"Brandon I'm glad that you're going to be okay, but stealing a car is serious business. I'm just worried what you will do next if you're willing to steal a car from a friend."

"I was going to call Emily and tell her where to find the car when I got to New York. I just wanted to go home and Mom isn't in any hurry to leave."

"Rachel you should get a lawyer. As soon as Brandon is released from the hospital, he'll be jailed," Puck told Rachel.

"Jailed? You can't put a fifteen year old boy in jail!"

"I'll have to until bail is set. I don't have any choice. Once he's arraigned it's all up to the legal system. I'll make sure that he's in solitary confinement away from the perverts until you can arrange bail."

Rachel was crying uncontrollably as Finn held her in his arms.

"What if I don't press charges?" Finn finally asked.

"Daddy, he stole my car."

"And you gave your keys to an unlicensed driver, and told him that he could move it," Finn scolded his daughter.

Finn continued, "The car is insured, but my rates are going to go up, and I have a thousand dollar deductible on it. Brandon, I'm going to give you a chance to work at the tire shop until your debt to me is paid off. You have a month until school starts, and I think if you work six days a week, I'd call it square. But you're going to work your ass off."

"But I don't know anything about cars."

"You will by the time school starts, or you can take your chances with the judge. The choice is yours."

"And Sunday is my day off. You'll be spending it in the Puckerman School of Driving," Puck informed the boy.

"Finn, Noah, why are you doing this?" Rachel asked.

"I feel that getting his hands dirty doing a man's job might do him some good. He's going to work as hard as anyone on my crew just not get paid for it."

"What about child labor laws?" Puck asked.

"At fifteen he can legally work until school starts if he gets a work permit. Rachel would have to agree to that."

"What do you say?" Rachel asked her son. "It beats going to jail and having a criminal record for the rest of your life."

"I want to say no, but it doesn't look like I have a choice."

"You had a choice when you stole Emily's car. Brandon, life is full of choices and consequences. That's your problem. I have never given you any consequences for the things you do. I have paid you out of one screw up after another. Now I think it's time for you to pay yourself out of this one, before you do anything worse. Is that clear?"

"Yes mam." Brandon answered. He knew not to say anything else with both Puck and Finn glaring down at him.

When Brandon recovered Rachel dropped him off at the tire shop. Finn had a huge pile of worn out dirty tires waiting to be loaded into the recycling truck. Brandon was filthy and exhausted when Finn dropped him off that night. The next day he had to empty the burnt motor oil from all of the service bays into barrels. When a truck load of new tires came in, he had to inventory them and place them in the racks by make and size. Finn worked by his side the whole time teaching him the job as he went.

After the first week, Brandon was bone tired. On Sunday morning Puck picked him up and they went for their first driving lesson in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

By the second week, Finn was teaching him how to mount and removing tires from rims manually. Brandon was anxious to use the air wrench, but Finn made him do it all the old fashioned way.

Why are you working me so hard?" Brandon asked Finn one day. "I don't see anyone else on your crew working as hard as I am."

"These men have been doing this job for years and weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth. None of them have ever stolen a dime from me. I don't want you to ever doubt what a days work is worth again. I had to work hard to earn the money to buy Emily's car, but she had to earn it too with good grades and good behavior. Thanks to you, she's not getting another car until she graduates, and it won't be a new Mustang either. But you're paying for your mistake with hard work and sweat."

"You aren't going to be a kid for that much longer. In a couple of years you're going to be an adult and with it comes responsibilities and consequences. There're a lot of people rotting in prison who never figured that out. You have opportunities that these men can only dream about. I don't want you to throw it all away."

"Do you ever think Emily will ever speak to me again?"

"Emily isn't one to hold grudges, but she's still very pissed with you. She's back to riding her bike to the pool."

"I hope that it isn't pink with a banana seat and streamers," Brandon asked cautiously.

"No it's not that bad," Finn laughed.

Every day Rachel came over to the tire shop to bring Brandon his lunch. "How's Brandon doing?" Rachel asked.

"He hasn't talked back to me or stole anything if that's what you're asking."

Finn was walking Rachel back to the old black BMW when a white SUV drove up. Behind the wheel was Quinn. There was no mistaking it.

Finn was stunned when she rolled the driver's window down and removed her sunglasses.

"Quinn is that you? What are you doing here?" Finn stammered.

"Finn, is this how you say hello to me? I know, it's been sixteen years, but I thought it was time for a little family reunion."

"We're not a family, and don't bother getting out of your car! Tell me why you have decided to show up now?"

"I still read the Lima Times newspaper on my lap top, and I saw that Leroy Berry had died and that Rachel and her son Brandon Weston were in town for the funeral. But what brought me back was reading that Rachel's son stole our daughter's car and totaled it. I didn't know that Rachel even had a son or that Emily knew him."

"Emily isn't our daughter! She is my daughter! You ran out on her in the middle of the night. Remember? Has Emily seen you?"

"No, why? Did you tell her that I was dead or something?"

"No, she knows that you're not dead. She hasn't seen you in over sixteen years, and we've been doing fine without you. What are you doing here? Are you going to tell her the truth about why you ran out on her? I still remember what you did to her the night you left. You won't be here long so stay in your car. Drive over to the McKinley parking lot and we can talk there. I don't want anyone to see you until I figure out why you're here."

"Is your long lost girlfriend coming too, or can she release her parasitic grip on you long enough so that we can have a private conversation?" Quinn asked smugly.

"Rachel never left a six week old baby in the middle of the night! Rachel, tell Brandon that I'll be back in half an hour and to finish restocking the oil racks. And please don't tell anyone that you saw Quinn. She won't be staying!"

Rachel was dumbfounded as she watched Finn drive away following Quinn's SUV, and what did Finn mean when he said that he remembered what Quinn had done to Emily on the night she left?

Walking back to the pit she found Brandon stocking the racks with oil cans.

"Brandon, Finn wants you to finish stocking the oil can racks. He says that he'll be back in half an hour."

"Who was the blond that he was talking to? He didn't seem to be very happy to see her. Was that Emily's mom? She sure looked like her except for the hair."

Rachel lied, "I think that was some disgruntle customer. Anyway, Finn will be back in thirty minutes."

"Brandon, I'm proud of the way you've worked here for Finn. He could have pressed charges against you, and you'd be looking at serious jail time."

"I know, I've decided that Finn isn't such a bad guy."

"Honey, Finn realizes that you're at a turning point in your life. He's given you a chance to start over before you make choices that can't be fixed."

"Mom, if you want to go out with him, I won't make a stink. He must think a lot of you."

"Have you given any thought to staying here in Lima?"

"Yeah. If that's what you want to do, I think Grandpa Hiram would be better off in his own house."

"I thought you were ready to dump him in a nursing home."

The night before I stole Emily's car, Grandpa and I had a talk in the kitchen. He's at home in his house. He knows where everything is at. He's lost Grandpa Leroy, but he still remembers his home. You're right. He'd wake up every morning surrounded by strange people he didn't remember from the night before if we put him in a home."

"Staying in Lima means you'd have to go to McKinley and Mr. Schue, Puck, and Finn aren't going to put up with much garbage from you."

"I know, Puck has promised to teach me how to drive a straight-shift after I get my license. Finn said I could work here after school when I turn sixteen if I get my grades up."

"What made you change your attitude?" Rachel asked.

"Lying on the ground and seeing that car heading straight for me scared the life out of me. Waking up chained to a hospital bed and going to jail were a close seconds. If that car had landed two feet closer I would have been crushed. But most of all I think its Finn. He's giving me a chance. He's not yelling at me or treating me like a criminal."

"Finn grew up without a dad too."

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Things were very tense when Finn pulled up behind Quinn in the McKinley High School parking lot. Except for a few cars the lot was deserted. Finn jumped out of his truck and climbed in the passenger seat next to Quinn.

"Now will you please tell me what this is all about and why you're here? You walked out on us, and we haven't heard from you since! You just can't drop back into Emily's life when it suits you!"

"Finn, can't we talk about this without yelling? What have you told Emily about me?"

"She knows that you're alive, but you weren't able take care of her. She knows your name. She has her birth certificate. I gave it to her so she could get her driver's license. I also told her that I wouldn't stand in her way if she wanted to look for you when she turned eighteen, but I wouldn't help her find you either."

"Beth found me two years ago, and it wasn't pretty."

"Beth? What happened?"

"She hates me. She thinks I was sleeping around and that giving her away was the easy way out for me. I couldn't make her understand that I did what I thought was best for her. I was fifteen and couldn't raise a baby even with my mom's help. Beth loves Shelby and Rachel has been a big sister to her."

"Rachel? How close has Rachel been to Beth?"

"Shelby and Beth moved back to New York after they left Ohio. Rachel and Beth know each other as sisters. They've got this bond because they both feel they were deserted by their birth mothers. Rachel sends her theater tickets, and birthday presents, and they see each other for holidays. That's why I came back. I saw the paper, and I don't want Rachel or her bad-seed son involved in Emily's life too."

"Emily already knows Rachel. She knows that we were once engaged. Emily and Rachel's son are friends and how can you call Brandon a bad-seed? You don't even know him!"

"Really? Didn't he steal Emily's car and then destroyed it? He isn't even old enough to have a driver's license. What kind of kid has Rachel raised? I know that she made it big on Broadway, maybe wolves raised him while she was off winning her Tony Awards."

"Quinn, that's enough! Why are you really here?"

"Rachel is family with one of my daughters. I don't want her to be family with both of them. Rachel has always gotten it all. I want to see my little girl."

"Your little girl has grown up. You couldn't even look at Emily when she was a baby. What's changed?"

"Beth never wants to see me again. I thought I might still have a chance with Emily. Do you want me to tell her that you're not her real father?"

"What's that supposed to mean? Is that a threat? Emily won't believe you! I'm the only parent that she has ever known, and I've spent the last sixteen years protecting her from YOUR awful truth! I should have let the police hunt you down the night you left and charge you with child abuse and abandonment!" Finn was getting angrier by the moment.

"As I remember you couldn't even look at Emily's red hair! You butchered her hair and then you walked out on her! I tried to understand how Emily's red hair could remind you of what happened. I would've probably married you eventually even though I didn't love you! You gave up your chances the night you deserted her! Is keeping Emily from knowing Rachel the way Beth does the reason why you're here?" Why do you hate Rachel so much?"

"Rachel has always gotten everything she has ever wanted! She's famous. She has Beth. She has Emily, and now she's going to have you too! I know it!" Quinn sobbed.

"You've got to be the most selfish bitch that I've ever met in my entire life! We aren't in high school anymore; we graduated a long time ago! What is it going to take to keep you from screwing up Emily's life the way you've screwed up yours?" Finn fumed.

"I don't want Rachel to have Emily and you too. Beth loves Rachel, but she hates me. Besides, don't you think all of this is getting kind of incestuous? I mean if you marry Rachel, you'll be marrying your daughter's sister."

"Have you totally lost what mind you have left? Are you so desperate that you would even think of such a thing? Rachel and Emily aren't blood related. Beth is Rachel's adopted sister. Beth and Emily are half sisters."

"Finn, please don't marry Rachel."

"I never said that I was going to marry Rachel. For all I know Rachel's going back to New York at the end of the month."

"Finn, you heard me. Don't marry Rachel; I don't want her to be Emily's mother if I can't be. I'll leave Lima today. You have my word."

"Your word isn't worth spit!"

"That's the best I can do, take it or leave it." Quinn snapped.

"Get out of Lima right now and crawl back into the hole that you came out of! I'm going to call my lawyer the instant I get back, and have an iron clad restraining order taken out against you! I don't even want you in the same state with any of us!"

Finn was so angry he was shaking when he got back into his truck. When he returned to the shop Brandon had finished restocking the oil and was sweeping up. Rachel was still there.

"Brandon, I think there is a swim meet this afternoon. Why don't you take the afternoon off and head over to the pool. Tell Emily that I said it was okay, and for her not to be mad at you forever."

"Sure Boss thanks!" Brandon put the broom and dust pan away and was out the door.

"Rachel, Quinn is gone, but we need to talk in private. Let's go sit in my truck."

Finn was still visibly shaken when he closed the truck door.

"Are you alright?" Rachel finally asked.

"I don't think I've been this angry since the night she left."

"What did Quinn want?"

"She's still as crazy, and mixed up and selfish as she was in high school. She's afraid that you're back in my life and she doesn't want us to be together. She's using the excuse that you and Beth are family and she doesn't want that for you and Emily. She says that if she can't be Emily's mom than she doesn't want you to be."

"Emily's mom? Isn't she getting ahead of herself?"

"I know. It's crazy, but don't think that I haven't thought of it. I have been hoping that you and Brandon could stay in Lima and maybe we could have another chance, but you left Lima for New York once. Why would you stay?"

"I'd stay for my dad, to keep him in his home. I'd stay for Brandon, to give him a new start. And I'd stay for you. I threw that chance away a long time ago, but maybe there's still hope."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that Brandon has changed his mind about Lima and McKinley. He'd willing to stay, and if we want to see each other he won't get in the way."

"Rach, no one wants that more than I do. I want us to be together forever, but it can't happen, not now."

"What's changed? I love you, and I know that you still love me."

"Because Quinn has threatened to tell Emily that I'm not her real father if you and I should ever get legally married."

"May I ask who Emily's real father is if that's not prying too much?"

"When Quinn showed up in Lima, she was eight and a half months pregnant and she didn't have a clue who the father was. She said that she was drugged at a frat party and raped. She never knew who the guy was, but she had dreams and flashbacks. The guy had red hair. When Emily was born she had a full head of red hair. It's blonder now. Quinn couldn't look at her hair without being reminded of what had happened. The night that Quinn left she came downstairs for Emily's bottle and went back upstairs with a pair of kitchen scissors. She cut all of Emily's hair off and then left. Emily was six weeks old."

Finn took a deep breath before he continued, "I thought Quinn was going to put Emily up for adoption before she left the hospital. Quinn didn't want to put 'father unknown' on Emily's birth certificate so I filled in my name. Stupid I know, but I've never regretted it. Quinn ended up bringing Emily home, but in the end she couldn't handle it. Only me, Mom, Burt, Kurt, and Blaine know the whole story. We've spent years protecting Emily from the truth."

"Kurt never mentioned any of this to me."

"Kurt's a good brother, and a good uncle to Emily. None of us ever said anything to protect Emily from knowing how she was conceived."

"So there's no chance for me and you? Quinn gets the last word?"

"Rachel. I'll do anything to protect my daughter just like I know you would do anything to protect Brandon. I have to put her happiness ahead of mine. I love you, but I have to protect Emily."

"Did Quinn say that we couldn't be friends? Brandon and I are still going to be here. I'm going to pay off Dad's house and Brandon is going to McKinley. I'm going to keep Dad at home for as long as I can."

"But we can never be together, not the way I want us to be. I always hoped that we'd get married some day. I think that is why I never married in the first place. If I couldn't have you I didn't want anyone else."

"Finn, Let's just take it one day at a time. I'm not going anywhere and you're not going anywhere. Quinn can't object to us living in the same town especially since I'm relocating for my dad's sake. Maybe someday she'll change her mind, but if she doesn't that's okay. You've always been my boy next door."

"Rachel, isn't this settling? Settling for second best? I want us to live in the same house and wake up in the same bed together every morning. I want the whole world to know that you're my wife."

"I know you do, I want that too, but sometimes you have to put the happiness of others ahead of your own. You've always put Emily's needs ahead of your own. Nothing's changed

"Yes it has. We finally found our way back to each other.

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Chapter 4, "Life Goes On For the Living" will be up soon. Thank you for reading and reviewing.