After Chapter 2, a gallagher girls fanfic

Thinking that I'm going to start off every chapter with a inspiring or 'deep' quote. As all pretentious writing should. If you didn't know what that was from- it was from John Green. Who is the author of so many fantastically heartbreaking books- defiantly recommend him.

'In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different' - Coco Chanel

I woke up in a bed I did not recognize, in a room I did not seem familiar too, in the arms of someone that I did feel certain that I knew, well most of the time.

The rooms walls were a cream colored with dark wood furniture. There was a night side table with a picture of me from when I was small, a large dresser on the opposite side of the wall then the large bed. There was a small table in-between the 2 windows on the right wall from the bed. On the left wall was the cream door, and if it wasn't for the dark metal door nob it would blend in with the walls.

I sat up, slowly. As to make sure I didn't wake Zach who was sleeping peacefully with his arms encircling my waist. He slept with his lips parted about a centimeter and a sometimes loud snore erupted the calmness of the room.

Looking around once more I recalled the happening of the day before.

Leaving Monte Carlo, flying back. Arriving back to my parents house, going to move in with Zach, crashing early, Bex getting married. Suddenly it all hit like a ton of bricks.

I was in my parents house. I haven't had parents, let alone a house in about 6 years. The Gallagher Academy had always been my home. I had always had a parent. Not parents.

Now all of the sudden, my life was changing. Don't get me wrong- spies have to be used to change. But that's work change, where your call time got moved from 5 to 7, or your target didn't show up, or have to jump off a roof just to lose a tail.

But this, was life change. To a spy life and work were too different things. Many spies simply didn't have a life because they were spies. But I had both. And that's a hell of a lot to handle.

My best friend is getting married. Shes going to be a wife. Bex. Married. Holy Hell.

Zach stirred in his sleep causing his grip around my waist to tighten.

"Cam?" he mumbled. The way his grip changed told me he was awake.

"Yes?" I asked. Sliding back down into a laying position.

"What time is it?" he yawned. Rubbing the sleep out od his green eyes.

I leaned over and checked the clock that was on his bed side table.

"8:14," I said.

He groaned," Yeah, we arnt getting up for another hour," he rolled over. Facing me an pulled me closer to him.

"Completely fine with me," I yawned. Damn jet lag.

"So I was thinking," Zach started. "That today or tomorrow, we could go to D.C. and look for our place?"

I smiled, I loved that he called it our place. Not a place, not an apartment, not his place, not my place. Our place. Maybe it was just the girl in me, but I loved that.

"Okay, yeah. I think we should like talk about what we are looking for," I said. Hoping I wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the conversation. It was highly important that I remain awake.

"How many bedrooms?" Zach wondered.

"3, Bedroom, office, guestroom," I stated.

Zach chuckled, "Sounds like you have thought about this before."

"Only a little," I giggled. "So, I was thinking, it would be finically better and we would have a lot more space if we got a condo or town house."

He sneered, "Grown up Cammie is kinda sexy."

I fake pouted, "Only 'kinda'?"

"Wait talk to me about square footage," he whispered. Squeezing eyes shut.

"7,000 square feet would be ideal, but we can setul for 5,000," I said.

"Mmmmm- hot," he whispered in my ear. I blushed.

I laughed, "Can we be serious for a minute?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, baby. I can be serious," he apologized. He looked at me, urging me to go on. He pressed him lips together and then bit the corner of his bottom lip. God, was he trying to distract me?

"When we do find our place, how do you want to decorate it? I was thinking, classic, with a little vintage and-" I was cut off by Zach. Well, more like his lips.

He kissed me deeply, his arms pulling me closer. I kissed him back, pitting my hands in his hair and running my fingers through the softness. He moaned when I arched my back into him. His tongue asked for entrance. This is the farthest we've gone, just heated makeout sessions. Very heated. But we've never gone all the way. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that, no doubt in my mind, I loved Zach. But, I wasn't sure if I was ready to take that big of a step in our relationship.

He has never pushed me to go thurther, and I don't think he ever would push me. He wouldn't do that, I wasn't sure if he was ready either. Hes not as open with his feeling as I would like him to be, but I'll take what I could get. And right now I was getting a knock on the door.

I pulled away and Zach growled, then smirked, "Well, that was fun."

I rolled my eyes. "Come in!" I called. The door opened and mom was standing in the door way. She smiled at our position, it probably looked really shady, but I guess she trusted us.

"Good morning," she smiled. "Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded.

"Oh I slept perfect," Zach said. Pulling me closer, if that was even possiable, and kissed the top of my head.

"Good, I'm glad," she smiled again. "Well, Joe made breakfast, so just come down whenever."

She smiled once more and closed the door.

"She was very smiley," I commented.

"She was just happy for you," he said. He pecked my cheek.

"Why would she be happy for me?" I teased.

"Maybe because you have such a Goode boyfriend?" He smirked.

"No way! Is Josh here?" I asked. Fake excitedly.

Zach eyes darkened and he clenched his fist. "Damn it Cammie! Why do you have to always bring him up! If you were happier with him maybe I should just leave," He said angry. He sat up and got out of bed.

How did this happen? We from joking to him leaving me in 2 seconds. Damn it Cammie! You are an idiot! Why would you say that? You know Zach hates when you bring up Josh! What is your problem? I mentally screamed at my self.

One of my greatest fears is Zach leaving because he realizes he is too good for me. What if he just realized that? Tears flooded my eyes.

"Oh my god, Zach. I'm so sorry. I was joking, I didn't mean it. I love you not him," I followed him. He was paseing in front of the bed. I put my hand on his cheek, wishing he would look at me.

"Zach, please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never do that, I will never bring up Josh again. Just please don't leave me," I cried. The tears where know flowing down my checks. But I didn't care. He had to see that I love him, not Josh.

Suddenly, panick filled his eyes. "Cam, I was just joking with you, I didn't mean to make you cry."

He was just joking? Joking? Thank god. But, maybe its my turn to have a little fun.

I hit his chest, "How dare you! You think its funny to play with a girls feelings like that? God! Your such an asshole!" I angry stopped away, to the bed. Fake angrily, of course.

"Cammie," he cried.

"No Zach! Stop! I'm so sick of you playing with my feelings! Do you even care about me?

"Of course I care. Gallagher girl, I love you so much," he said. His eyes showed that he was scared and upset.

"Do you? Zach, if you truly cared about me, you would realize that I'm totally fucking with you right now," I cried.

"Baby, Im so sorry, please," he cried. Then he stopped, "Wait, what?"

I walked up to him, close enough to poke him in the chest.

"Got'cha," I smirked.

"Oh my god! So your not mad?" he asked. Looking relived?

"No," I smiled.

"I can't believe it," he said. Almost, like he was thinking it to him self, "I have been played by my own girlfriend."

I shrugged, "Kiss?" I asked. Standing on my tipy toes.

He rolled his eyes and kissed me.

"So all is forgiven?" he asked, when he pulled away.

"Yes, babe. Your not in trouble," I smiled.

"Thank god!" he cried. "It would be really awkward explaining to your parents why I was sleeping on the couch." He rapped his strong arms around my waist and I instantly felt safe.

"Can we go get some food?" he questioned. I nodded and we went down stairs.

Down stairs, music was playing. Joe was standing at the stove top with a spatuala and swinging it along with the beat. Mom was setting the table and singing lightly along with the song.

I was about to comment but then I felt a stong had grab my waist and pull me back to them, Zach. He took my hand placed his hand at the small of my back and began widly skipping around the kitchen.

I laughed," I thought you didn't dance?" I asked. Remember during winter break when he told me he wouldnt dance.

He shrugged, "Change of heart?"

The front door rang, Joe went to get it. Only to return minutes later with Abby and Townsend, holding hands.

"Squirt!" she screamed. "Your back!"

"I'm back!" I mocked her. We hugged tightly.

"Oh my god, how are you? It looks like you have grown a foot? Did you have fun?" she rose her eyebrows and looked at Zach. "Did you have fun?"

"Abbigail," mom warned.

"Racheal," she said back in the same monitone. Not even looking at her sister.

"Breakfast is getting cold guys," Joe said. Townsend, Joe and Zach were already sitting at the table.

Mom rolled her eyes at them, but she sat down. Abby sat next to Townsend, I sat next to Zach facing them. Mom and Joe sat on opposite ends of the table, the heads.

"So whats new?" I asked.

Abby and mom shared a look, then Abbys gaze tranfured to her husband. He resuringly took her hand.

"Cam, I have-well, acutally Edward and I have some really big news," she said nervously. "I'm pregant," she blurted. Looking at her plate.

"Oh my god!" I screamed. I stood up, "Thats amazing!"

"Really?" Abby asked hopefully. "You dont think Im ruining my life?"

I hugged her, "Oh my god, thats incrediable. What? Why would you think that?"

She looked at mom, whos gaze hardend, "No, its nothing, Squirt. I'm just so happy that your happy." She began to tear up. "Ugh! Hormones!"

We all setaled back down to finish breakfast.

"So, mom?" Zach started.

"What?"I asked. Giving him a weird look.

"What to your what?" he questioned. Giving me the same look.

"You just called mom 'mom',"I stated.

"Oh, last night when you went to bed. I sugjested that Zach call me mom," mom said. "That is alright with you kiddo?"

"Yes! It great, I just wasnt expecting it," I smiled. I loved that Zach called mom 'mom'.

"Anyways," Zach fake glared at me, probably for intrupting him. But he ended up winking "Whats planned for the day?"

"Well, Rachel, Cam and I are going to shop and that kind of stuff," Abby said. "And then you guys can do what ever you guys do," she shrugged. "And then, I was under the empression that tonight you both are coming back to D.C. with us to look for an apartment tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," I said.

"Did we want to meet somewhere for lunch?" Townesend asked. His British accent was slightly faint, which means he and Abby must be living in the states instead of the UK.

"Yes, I think that would be good," Abby smiled at him.

"The diner?" Joe asked. Everyone nodded there head in agreement. "Lets say, 12:30?"

After breakfast I was sent to get dressed so we could leave.

I put on pink shorts and a navy blue cardigan. Being the grown up that I am, I put on a little eyeliner and mascara. I left my hair down, as it was already pretty straight from the day before. I put on some black flats and went downstairs.

"Are you ready?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. Looking around, wondering where the guys were still here.

"They left," Abby confermed. I wonder if she was reading my mind? Call me a girl but I was actually sad that Zach left without saying goodbye.

"Don't worry, your little boyfriend wanted to tell bye but they wanted to leave," Abby laughed. Yep, she can read minds.

We left the house and got into a silver SUV, turning out of the driveway my new phone buzzed.

Hey, Gallagher Girl. Sorry I wasn't able to say goodbye, I love you. See you in a few xx

I smiled while reading the text.

"What?" Mom asked looking at me throught the rearview mirrior.

"Nothing," I said. Not even looking up.

"Oh my god!" Abby called from the passenger seat.

"What?" I asked.

"That was so teenager of you!" She laughed, "But seriously. Gimme," she leaned back a snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Hey!" I cried. Abby just shushed me.

"' Hey, Gallagher Girl. Sorry I wasn't able to say goodbye, I love you. See you in a few xx," Abby read. "Awwwwww," her and mom said illusion.

I tried not to blush as Abby turned to me.

"What was that?" Throwing the phone into my outstretched hands.

"What was what?" I asked. Typing back a quick reply and hitting send.

"The text?" she said.

"And?" I asked. What was she making a big deal about?

"He said he loved you," mom said. Turning down main street where all the little shops were located.

"Yes, he did."

"That's a big deal, Cam," Abby said. "Do you love him back?"

"Yes," I said. Without even thinking about it.

"When did that start?"

"What? The loving him or just saying it?" I questioned.

"The saying it," mom confirmed.

"Winter break, the day the grandpa died. He was leaving to go play hockey and I told him to be carful. He said he would and it just kind of slipped out, I guess."

"That's so cute!" Abby squealed. "What did he say?"

"He said, 'Bye, I love you,'' I quoted. I would probably never forget that.

"That's adorable," mom confirmed as she parked the car, in front of a little shop that advertised a 20% off sale.

As we walked in the sales lady offered her help but we delined and started searching the selves.

"So mom, hows the wedding planning coming?" I questioned. Picking out a white lace dress. Examining it, I realized that it would barely cover my butt, and I quickly placed it back.

"Great, kiddo," mom smiled. "We agreed on the colors, a simple white and black."

I smiled at her and she returned it but it was quickly replaced with a guilty look.

"I hope your not upset, kiddo. But I have decided to have Grace as my maid of honor, Abby my matron of honor, and you as a bridesmaid," she studied the fake Persian rugs.

"Mom, I understand. It's your wedding," I smiled.

She looked relived," I just thought it would be awkward. You know, to have your daughter plan the bachelorette party and all that kinds of things."

"Wait," I stopped stifting through the clothes. "Your going to have a bachelorette party?"

"Hell yeah, she is!" Abby came around the corner. Holding up a teal and black silk chevron skater skirt, "Do you like this?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

She smiled devilishly, "Good. Your getting it." And she walked away without any further questions.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes, kiddo?" Mom asked examining the sunglass display.

"Why did Abby ask if I thought she was ruining her life?"

Mom froze, "Some people think she is," she recovered. But not quick enough.

"Like who?"

"Cammie, I don't want to talk about this any longer," she warned.

"Well, I do."

"Cammie-" she snapped.

"Mom, you cant keep me in the dark any longer. I'm not a kid," I said. Knowing that I had a point.

"Fine, your right," she sighed. Defeated. "Your grandparents, my parents. Seem to think that spy love doesn't last, they were forced to get married and have Abby and I. The second we were both legally adults they divorced, ever since we were young, Abby and I were told that we could never get married or fall in love because one of us would die." She sighed. Looking down at the floor in thought.

"So, when I met your father they cut me off. Then when Mathew died, it just fueled there fire. Now, that Abby is married and expecting, they are going ten times worse on her then they did me. They thought that Abby wouldn't get married, she had learned her lesson throught her sister and her parents. But, they were wrong."

"Abby is very sensitive on the subject, so please don't bring it up," She side commented. Before walking swiftly to the back of the store to give her in put on the dress that Abby was trying on.

I wanted to know more about these people, for some reason I had never wondered about my other grandparents. I just assumed that they were dead, and mom didn't want to talk about it, so she never brought it up.

I knew mom wouldn't want to talk more about it, and I defiantly couldn't ask Abby. But, I didn't even know there names!

Then I got an idea, who do you know that can break into anything? That can get me any information that I need?

I dialed the number quickly.

"Hello?" I sweet southern accent rang through the phone.

"Hi, Mrs. Sutton. This is Cammie Morgan, is Liz there?" I questioned.

"Yes, dear. Just a moment," she answered. Then I heard the phone rustle around and mumbling.

"Hey, Cam. Whats up?" Liz's voice came through the line.

"Liz, I need a favor," I said. Looking out of the corner of my eye at my mother and my aunt. Who were discussing if the dress wasn't 'too slutty,'

"Yeah?"

"On either my moms file or my aunts file, I need the names of there parents. Then any information you can get on them," I said quietly. Smiling at the sales lady whom was eyeing me suspiciously.

"Okay, Yeah," she agreed. I almost see her small head nodding. "I can get that too you in like 3 hours."

"Thanks Lizzie, your the best."

"No problem," she said. I loved it when she didn't ask why, it saved me a lot of time.

"Zach and I are going to look for a place tomorrow, and Bex and Grant are coming to the states in 2 weeks. We are going to have everyone over," I said. Feeling guilty for not being able to talk. "So, we'll catch up then. I'll send you the details in a few days."

"Okay," she said. "Be careful," she warned. Yep, that's Lizzy. Always looking out for us.

"I will," I assured her. We said our goodbyes.

I tried to get through the next 2 hours, 7 shops and 19 things to try on, with the least amount of sarcastic comments and eye rolls as possible. Finally, it was time to take a break and get some lunch.

We walked into the diner, the guys were already there.

After the hellos were exchanged and we all took a seat, we ordered.

"So, how was shopping?" Townsend asked.

"It was good, we had a lot of fun," mom smiled. I nodded in agreement. "Honey," mom said to Joe. "Did you talk to Zach about the wedding?"

"No," Joe said. "Not yet."

Zach put his hand on my thigh as if to brace himself.

"Zach," Joe started. "Would you like to be a groomsman in the wedding?"

Zach looked back at me for reassurance, I nodded in encouragement.

"Yeah," he took a drink of his soda. "That would be cool."

When the food came, we all dug in.

I looked over at Abby to see that she had 2 orders of French fries and a chocolate shake in front of her.

"Abby? What are you eat?" I questioned.

Her mouth was full with chocolate shake as she answered, "Shut up," she defended. "I'm pregnant." She threw a French fry at me.

"I thought pregnant people were supposed to eat healthy," Zach laughed.

"'Supposed to'," she quoted. "Its not a requirement." She took another drink of her shake. "Besides I had a strawberry with breakfast."

"So what did you guys do?" Mom smiled.

"We went to see grandma," Zach said. My grandma Morgan had moved to Roseville after my grandpa died in the winter.

"And then we went to the driving range," Joe said. "Cam, did you know, that Zach can hit a 350 yard drive?"

Is there not a sport he cant play?

"No," I said. " I didn't. That's good a take it?"

Joe beamed, "That's very good."

"God Joe," Abby said. "Just cause your retired doesn't mean you have to play golf like the 65 year old," she teased. "What's next a beer belly?"

"For you," he joked back. She back handed him.

After lunch I learned that the boys had gone back and gotten Zach and our things so we could leave right after lunch.

"Call me as soon as you find something," mom said. While hugging me tightly, before we went our separate ways.

We got to D.C at around 4:30, and to Townsend and Abby's house at 5:15. The majority of the drive was spent by catching up on sleep. Which involved Zach's old sweat shirt, because apparently pregnant Abby likes things to be very cold. Me basically laying on Zach, as we were both extremely tired and its a small back seat. And rolling onto the floor of the car appxroamently every 17 miles, because Townsend as a lead foot and had to slam on the brakes all the time.

There house was very new, things still in boxes, there was only a small couch in the large living room. In Zach and I's room that we would be staying in intill we found our place there was only a mattress and a few blankets and pillows.

"I'm sorry it not much, but we just moved in just yesterday," Abby apologized.

"Its not a big deal," Zach reassured her.

"Well, I'm super tired," Abby said.

We all looked at her like she had 7 heads.

"Pregnant people are always tired," she defended. "And you two have no room to talk, Zach can barely keep his head up."

I looked over at Zach, there were bags under his eyes and I could tell he was refraining a yawn.

"Okay, fine. We wont judge," I said. Surprisingly all four of us went to bed.

When we were laying down, I told Zach the story of my grandparents.

"Liz told me she would have information in 3 hours but that was almost 6 hours ago," I whispered worriedly.

"This is Liz we are talking about," Zach yawned. "Don't worry, she is probably just making sure she has absolutely everything."

"Just go to sleep," he said. Kissing me on the top of the head and pulling me closer.

Dreams quickly found me.

Sorry for not uploading for so long! But this chapter was double of what I useally upload!