Fixing Our Soul.

Sequel. The hardest thing they've had to face is now over. Zach and Cammie can move on with the next chapter of their life. Yet they are not completely safe. Their home is broken into. Threatening notes are found. A close encounter sparking fear. And with fear comes the inevitability of death...Zammie

Chapter 1 A Piece Of Paper

Cammie POV

When you are happy and content in life, there is little that will surprise you. Growing up I lived every day as if it was my last; worried that someone was lurking in the shadows...That feeling stayed with me for a long time. Just me and my fears. I had similar fears the night Zach and I broke up...the night I was going to tell him I was pregnant, but I never got the chance. Then 5 years later he walked back into my life. Sure we fought off demons and argued our way through to establish what we both wanted. We wanted each other and that's exactly what we got. For the past year since Zach and I have been married, my fears seemed to have melted away. And I've settled into routine once again.

'Mommy' A small whisper came. A small hand placed on my arm, shaking slightly. 'Mommy get up!'

'It's too early' I groaned rolling over, further across the bed. Behind me I heard a sigh then a dip in the bed.

'Mommy' He was no longer whispering, his mouth placed right next to my ear, demanding attention. 'Mommy please get up' he begged. I opened one eye and stared into his giant green orbs. A sparkle of innocence and mischief. Just like his father.

'What are you up to mister?' I raised my eyebrow, sitting up slightly and taking in his dirty clothes. Honey...Cocoa powder...strawberry Jam...His cheeks darkened.

'I was trying to make breakfast' He smiled. I narrowed my eyes

'Where's daddy?' I asked.

'Um...he's downstairs…' Sean fumbled with his fingers, something he does when he's nervous or when he knows he's done something wrong

'And what is he doing downstairs?' I asked.

'He's on the phone'

'Okay' I breathed out running my fingers through my hair. 'Sean, why don't you go and wash your hands then get dressed' I picked him up and placed him on the floor. Glancing back I saw that my fresh white sheets were now covered in sticky honey and cocoa powder fingerprints.

'I was trying to make pancakes mommy' He added, his bottom lip poking out.

'I know you were sweetie' I gave him a kiss on his forehead, cupping his cheeks. 'And I'm sure they would have been yummy, but you know that mommy or daddy needs to help you make them. Okay?'

'Okay' He smiled widely. His worries about being told off melting away.

'Now go and get cleaned up whilst I talk to daddy. Deal?'

'DEAL!' He exclaimed leaping out of my bedroom and down the corridor to the bathroom. I chuckled as he began to sing whilst washing his hands. I then made my way downstairs.

One glance and I could just tell that the kitchen was a bomb site. The fridge was open, Milk had dripped to the floor. A wooden chair had been pulled out for Sean to reach the countertop. I shook my head. My son was definitely crafty.

'So then what happened?' I heard Zach's voice coming from the front room. I leant against the doorway. He was looking out of the front window, his arms closed and the phone stuck to his ear. 'Is it serious?' I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what he was talking about 'Have you thought abo-' I cleared my throat. Zach glanced back. I remained tight lipped, my arms folded across my body. His eyes narrowed 'I'm going to have to call you back' He then hung up the phone 'Is everything okay?' He asked.

'You're unbelievable' I muttered walking out of the room towards the kitchen.

'Cam, they were just asking for some advice it wasn't like they were asking me to go with them'

'We both agreed to no more missions Zach!' I exclaimed

'It wasn't a miss-' Zach's eyes widened as he took in the sight in front of him 'What happened in here?' He asked.

'Sean thought that he would make breakfast' I informed him, grabbing a cloth and trying to mop up the mess.

'If he'd asked I would have made it'

'Well, you were too busy on the phone so he tried to make it himself' I sneered. Zach glared

'Don't blame it all on me! If you weren't so lazy a-'

'Lazy? Are you seriously calling me lazy?' I snapped

'I didn't mean it in that way-'

'Yes you did!' I cut him off. I shook my head.

'Look, I'm not in the mood for this'

'And you think I am?' I laughed 'You agreed that you would leave the CIA and we would raise Sean normally. If you're tired of this life then just say so, it's only a piece of paper keeping you here' I folded my arms. Zach's eyes widened

'Is that what you think our marriage comes down to? A piece of paper'

'You're treating it like it is' I shrugged. The doorbell rang. I jumped. Zach didn't flinch. His gaze was locked on mine.

'MOMMY, DADDY THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR' Sean called.

'DON'T WORRY BUDDY, I'VE GOT IT' Zach called back, he ripped his gaze from me and left the room. I exhaled. My whole body shaking. This was not how I thought married life would be.