Chapter 2 :) Hope you like!!

Eric let out a small sigh and softly kissed my forehead.

"That's the third night in a row you've had dreams like this," he reminded me.

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologized and gently swooped Hawke up. "I'm gonna put him in his room and go make breakfast."

"We're meeting John for breakfast, remember?" Eric replied.

"You're right, I forgot. I'll be right back." I slipped out of bed and padded over to the door. Pushing it open, I crossed the hall to Hawke's room and lay him in his crib. He squirmed on top of his soft blue blanket but didn't awake.

"Oh Hawke, what's mommy gonna do?" I whispered before kissing his forehead. Softly shutting the door behind me I crept back to Eric and I's room and crawled back onto bed.

"What was this dream about?" Eric finally asked.

"It was weird," I replied, "it's like I was time traveling."

I explained Eric the dream, all that I could remember that was. As I recalled the strange events he shook his head and gently caressed my shoulder.

"And then, at the end, I was standing in front of two doors. You were in front of the first one and Kennedy in front of the second."

"You had to choose a door?" Eric asked, sounding almost intimidated.

"I had to make a straight decision," I confessed, "Hawke was gone, and we weren't married anymore. And, and my album. That was gone too. I had to make my decision based off one thing…"

"Love," Eric guessed.

"Love," I repeated.

"Do what door did you choose?" Eric asked, nervously sitting up in bed.

"You," I whispered.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" Eric asked, his voice sounding hurt.

I shook my head. "No, no, I'm not surprised. I'm relieved. I mean, I love you, you know that. I'm just glad that now even my sub conscious knows that too."

"I'm glad too," Eric smiled, "come here."

Pulling me in, he planted a kiss on my lips. Nuzzling my head into his neck, I sighed and kissed his collar bone. I could feel his heart beat as I lay my hand on his chest. We had been together for a little over two years now and I still got butterflies just thinking about the fact that I got to wake up next to him every morning. After everything we went through and almost falling apart for good, I couldn't believe we turned out so normal. It's like nothing ever happened.

"You know what Kennedy said to me?" I whispered.

"What's that?" Eric asked leaning forward.

"Well, back when, you know…" I began.

"When you left me for Kennedy," Eric finished my sentence.

"Yeah then," I replied, "he said 'You keep saying 'Eric saved you', but he didn't. He plucked you out of lost and found. You were someone else's and he claimed you as his.' How ridiculous is that?"

"That is ridiculous," Eric shook his head, "You don't think that, do you?"

"God no!" I exclaimed, "I was not his property and you didn't claim me. I chose to fall in love with you."

"Can you really choose though?" Eric chuckled.

"I guess in some cases you can," I replied, "like Lacey and John."

Ugh, why had I brought up Lacey? Just hearing her name made my blood boil. That fucking slut.

"Never mind," I shook my head.

"Speaking of Lacey, have you talked to her?" Eric timidly asked.

"Good fucking joke," I cackled, "I'm never talking to her again."

What Lacey did was unforgiveable. Eric was insane if h thought I was going to ever speak to her again. She was supposed to be my best friend. She stood next to me at the fucking alter. She watched me nearly drive myself insane choosing between Eric and Kennedy. She's the one who convinced me I was still in love with Kennedy. She was the one who fucked up our friendship, not me.

"But don't you miss having a best friend?" Eric asked.

"I do have a best friend, Sam. And I have Jess. And Jen, she's right down the road. And Jess Bowen, and Kelsey. Kelsey married us for God sakes." I replied, "And I don't need any more best friends. They only end up stabbing you in the back."

"I get what you're saying, but I just think one day you're gonna miss Lacey," Eric suggested.

"I'm never going to miss that bitch," I lilted.

"Okay fine," Eric threw up his hands, "I give up."

"Oh really?" I grabbed his wrists and pushed him down on the bed. Kissing each freckle on his chest, one by one, I cooed, "So how much time do we have before breakfast?"

Eric looked over at the alarm clock and back up at me, "enough." Pulling me into a kiss, Eric wrapped his arms around my torso and tossed me down on my side of the bed.

"Well, Mrs. Halvorsen," Eric kissed down my neck, "I don't know if you know this, but I love you."

"I love you too," I growled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Pecking my lips, Eric whispered something, but I missed what he said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing," Eric replied, "never mind"

"Okay," I replied, chuckling. "Hey you, what's this mean?" I dropped my wrist to his face and plastered my "Halvorsen" cursive tattoo across my right wrist in his face.

"It means, you are my Wifey," he smiled.

"And you're my Lovey," I pulled him into another kiss. Just as Eric began to kiss down my midriff his phone rang across the room.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.

Scrambling out of bed, Eric ran over to the dresser and retrieved his phone. "It's John," he announced.

"Hello," he answered.

Rolling my eyes I sat up and grabbed my phone. Trust me, I love John Gomez to death, but ever since "the bitch that is not spoken of" left, he's been so needy. I couldn't understand where he was coming from; Lacey fucked him over twice as much as she had me. John put himself on the line, he gave her his everything. He forgave her for getting married! He forgave her for leaving him for John Ohh. She pushed him away and he still stayed by her side. He didn't deserve what she had done, neither of us did.

"Alright, see you soon." Eric said before hanging up.

"What'd he want?" I asked as Eric crawled back into bed.

"Just normal John stuff, he's still not really back to himself. I feel bad, he's like permanently traumatized or something," Eric replied.

"Yeah, you think he'd run away or something," I teased.

Eric gave me a look and I smacked his arm. It wasn't my fault he ran away like a little baby last year when he found out Kennedy and I kissed. Okay, well maybe it was a little my fault, but still. He didn't call once, he was just gone. He was "collecting his thoughts" he said, "We needed some time apart."

Eric slumped out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. I watched he pushed the door open and slid out of his pajama pants.

"DAYUM!" I shouted from the bedroom.

"Don't be hatin," he laughed.

"Can I get yo numba?" I hopped out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. He started the shower and shook his hair.

"You and me forever huh?" I asked, looking up into his tired green eyes.

"Forever," he kissed my forehead and climbed in the shower.

I flipped on the iHome and ran out.

"You DID NOT just shuffle and run!" Eric called after me.

"Hell yes did!" I replied laughing, "enjoy your Miley Cyrus, Lovey."

***

We sat down at breakfast with John and I smiled at him across the table. He seemed happy, but he always had that ora of sadness around him. I felt bad. He really didn't have anyone anymore. After Stephen and Jess got married, they had their own lives to tend to. Lacey was gone. Brian and him never really had it right from the start and Josh was never around anymore unless they had practice. John was one of the sweetest guys I knew, he deserved to be happy, not living in the past forever.

The waiter took our order and collected our menus. Hawke sat in a highchair at the end of the table and played with a box of crayons the hostess had given him. Eric toggled with his phone as I picked at the placemat. No one was talking. It was almost too silent. I had to say something.

"So John," I began.

"Okay, I have to confess something," he breathed.

"Confess?" Eric wrinkled his brow.

"It's Lacey," John admitted.

"John don't," I warned, "don't get yourself mixed up in her again."

"Listen," John's hands were shaking, "Jess called me. She said Lacey hasn't been showing up for work in almost three weeks. She's worried."

"Work? I thought she just did small jobs for Jess," I butted in.

"No," John shook his head, "after everything happened and we broke up Lacey got a full time job at the agency. She's a model now."

"No way," I shook my head in disbelief, "Not after everything that happened with Carolyn and Gwen, there's no way Lacey would even consider being a model."

"That's the thing," John urged, "this isn't the Lacey we used to know. She's gone. Something happened, she's just…she's destroyed."

"Look John, whatever 'destroyed' her, she brought on herself," I argued, "You and I both know that."

"Oh really, cause I think finding out your sister you thought was dead for 6 years was actually alive, and the sister you thought was alive was really dead, isn't really brought on by yourself."

"The Carolyn-Gwen thing was traumatic, but that wouldn't send Lacey off the edge," I replied, "whatever she's going through, is her fault."

"Just because you hate her, doesn't mean you shouldn't care," John shot back.

"I do hate her John, and I don't understand why you don't!" I exclaimed.

"Because I can't hate her," he lilted, "I'll always love her."

"After what she did, she doesn't deserve your love John." I slid out of the booth, "Lacey is a back stabbing whore. You can fall into her little trap if you want, but I'm not. This is all her fault, this breakdown, whatever, she brought it on herself."

"Like she brought on that fact that her ex-boyfriend, the guy she left me for, turned out to be the father of her niece, right? That was her fault, right?"

I spun around on my heels, "It might not have been her fault, but she didn't have to react the way she did. She fucked up John. She screwed me over, and you. She hurt you. And you know what? She hurt you for nothing."

"What do you mean?" John asked confused.

"The night it happened, John, the night before she found out John was Madison's father, she told me she was leaving you for him."

"You're lying!" John shouted.

"You wish I was lying," I replied coldly.

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