yaya chapter 9 :) hope you enjoy!!

We stood in the airport, face to face. Eric clutched Hawke to his chest with his right arm and held his bag with his left. He kissed my forehead and I dug my face into his chest. I knew what would come next. I hated this part.

"Goodbye, Wifey."

"Goodbye, Lovey."

I kissed Hawke's tiny cheek and then planted a kiss on Eric's lips. That was the last time I'd be able to do that for a while. I almost didn't want to go, but I knew I was going to anyway. LA was like my home away from home, and I didn't want to pass up a chance to see my best guy's friends.

"Call me when you land," I whispered as Eric turned to leave.

"Same to you," he called over his shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too."

I watched him walk away and turn the corner to his terminal. Why did he have to go to Boston anyway? I stood there for a few seconds hoping he'd come running back around the corner and come with me. I waited. He never came back. Grabbing my bag, I turned and faced my terminal. It wasn't a long flight, but I hated flying alone. My whole world was on boarding another flight, going 1,000 miles away. What if something happened to them? I couldn't lose my son and my husband at the same time. Man, airports really triggered my paranoia.

I boarded my flight and found my seat. The sky was clear and I kissed Arizona goodbye out the window. Before they had the chance to tell me to turn off my phone I quickly texted Eric; "I love you and miss you already. See you soon." I shut my phone off before he replied. I wanted whatever he said back it to be a surprise.

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Eric's POV-

The plane landed in Boston and of course it was drizzling.

"Goodbye Arizona weather," I mumbled as I stepped outside. Nick was already waiting in the car and he hopped out as soon as he spotted Hawke and I.

"Halvo, how the hell are ya?" he chuckled as he pulled the car door open.

"Wet," I replied as I slid in the backseat. Nick already had a car seat in back for his nephew so I strapped Hawke in and we took off.

"So I notice you're wifeless," Nick added from the driver's seat.

"She's in LA," I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Brian?" Nick laughed at his own joke.

"HA HA," I scoffed. "Shit I was supposed to call her when I landed."

"Ka Chhh" Nick mocked the movement of a whip with his arm.

"Ha ha," I laughed dryly. "I'm not whipped, I'm married."

"Whatever you say," Nick shook his head. "Speaking of marriage, how've you guys been? You know, after the whole Kennedy thing."

"Nick, that was like a year ago," I replied.

"I know but, you both kinda…I don't know, I just feel like you can't really recover from something like that, without having some issues," Nick shrugged, "I could be wrong."

"What do you mean 'something like that?'?" I asked, glaring at Nick in the rearview mirror.

"I mean, you guys were married, she was pregnant…and she just chose Kennedy. But then...remarried you. Sounds sketchy…"

"It's because I left," I mumbled, "I left her, alone and scared, and Kennedy comforted her. We talked about everything. She doesn't love him anymore, man."

"Oh I believe that," Nick smiled, "I saw you guys at the wedding, that girl is crazy in love with you. I just feel like she ran away too easily."

"She didn't run away, I did."

"I mean run away to someone else man, and by someone else I mean Kennedy."

"Listen, I hear what you're saying, but we're fine really. Kennedy's out of the picture, and we've never been happier. And I'd think my best friend would want me to be happy too."

"Of course I want you to be happy," Nick exclaimed.

"And who makes me happy?" I questioned.

"Britta," Nick sighed, "I know man, I'm not saying she doesn't."

"Well good," I reached over and rubbed Hawke's tiny hand, "and this little boy makes me so flippin happy."

"He's adorable," Nick laughed, "looks just like his mom."

"Oh thanks!" I replied sarcastically.

"We're here!" Nick pulled into the driveway.

"This isn't your house…" I wrinkled my brow and examined the house we had pulled up too. It was a raised ranch, white with red trimmings. Two more cars were parked in the driveway; a blue Honda Accord and a red Dodge Neon. Wait a red Neon? I gave it a second look and noticed the On Your Side sticker on the bumper.

"Nick, why's Britta's car parked here?" I asked stepping out of the car.

"That's not Britta's car anymore dude," Nick laughed, "it's her sister, Tiffany's"

"Why is Tiffany here?" I asked confused.

"Just come inside," Nick waved me in and I followed him up the stone steps. I was beyond confused of the situation. I didn't know whose house I was at, or why I was here. And I really had no idea why Britta's sister was here.

"Wait man, before we go inside…" I stopped Nick before he rang the door bell; "whose house is this?"

"It's Sam and Jesse's," Nick replied.

"And we're here because?"

"Well…you were supposed to be with your wife…"

"SURPRISE!" Sam threw the door open and pulled me into a hug. "Wait a second!" she huffed over my shoulder, "you do not feel like my best friend. You feel like my best friend's husband."

"I am your best friend's husband," I laughed, "Britta's not with me."

"Well why not?" she whined as she backed away.

"I'll explain once we get inside, huh." I motioned towards the door and the drizzling rain.

"Right…" Sam turned on her heels and led us into the house. Jesse sat on the couch watching a rerun of House. A few distant voices came pouring out of the hallways but I couldn't put a face to any of them.

Sam hopped up on one of the stools at the breakfast bar and popped a white chocolate Kit Kat in her mouth. I placed Hawke down and watched closely as he crawled over to the couch.

"Hey buddy," Jesse chuckled as Hawke slumped next to his foot.

"So why isn't Britta with you?" Sam asked, licking the chocolate of her fingers.

"She's in LA," I explained.

"Where's Brian?" Sam asked. Nick burst into laughter, "I said that too," he squeaked through his chuckles.

"Wow, you're sooooo funny," I replied through my teeth.

"You know I'm just fucking with ya, Halvo." Sam smiled. She hopped off the stool and grabbed a coke off the table. Taking a swig she asked; "but really, why's she in LA?"

"She's recording with All Time Low," I explained.

"SHE HUT?" Sam exclaimed with a mouthful of soda.

"She's with All Time Low, they're working on their new record," I repeated, "she'll be here soon."

"Eric, she needs to come home, now." Sam replied with a stone face.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"I can't talk about it, but she needs to come home," Sam jumped off the stool, "call her."

"Not until you tell me what's going on!" I exclaimed.

"Eric, I can't. It's a best friend thing. I just, I can't. But she needs to come home, now, okay?"

"Sam, she hasn't even been in LA for a day yet, I'm not calling her and telling her to go home!"

Sam stared me down for a second as she clenched and unclenched her fist. I could tell what she wanted to tell me was right on the tip of her tongue. I just had to keep pushing her until she cracked.

"Eric, for the sake of your marriage. Just call her!" Sam urged.

"Fine!" I whipped out my phone and hit speed dial. "Happy!" It rang six times and then went to voicemail. Well that's weird.

"She didn't answer," I announced, placing my phone back in her pocket. That was weird. She must landed a few hours ago, and she never called me.

"I knew it," Sam shook her head, "fucking Gaskarth."

"Sam, what are you talking about?" I demanded.

"I don't want to tell you," Sam scratched her head, "maybe it's nothing."

"Sam, tell me. I called her, I did what you said, just tell me," I begged.

"It's just, at her bachelorette party…" Sam began. "We were all kinda kidding around and we picked our 'if we had the chance to get away with it, who would we cheat on our men with' guys. It started off as a joke, but then it became sorta like a pact. It was supposed to be a secret."

"Who was your guy, Samantha?" Jesse asked, uncomfortably, from the couch.

"Criss Angel," Sam replied, "like that'll ever happen."

"And Britta's guy was?" I quietly asked.

"Alex Gaskarth," Sam sadly answered.

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