I spoil you people….

Chapter 6-

Belle looked over at me. "What's wrong?" she asked.

I was still staring at the man being hauled inside the dark building. "Nothing," I said finally. I started the car again and we drove home.

Belle tried to sound cheery, but I could tell she was nervous about something. When we got home she got out of the car and ran inside before I could get my seatbelt off. Somehow I think she knew what had happened back there. I think she knew that I'd remembered something. And she didn't like it one bit.

I had to try and get her to tell me something about Cammie. I thought she probably wouldn't say anything or react to it if I just asked, so I thought of a way to catch her off guard. I walked through the backdoor that led into the kitchen. Belle was taking out two glass plates for us to eat our dinner on. She smiled at me, pretending that nothing was wrong.

"What took you so long? I was beginning to think you got lost."

"Haha," I said she laughed and resumed her work. "I think I know what our daughter's name should be."

She didn't turn around but she was now holding the plates in her hand. "And what would that be?"

"Cammie."

I don't know how I expected her to react, but it definitely wasn't the way she did. She gasped and the plates fell out of her hands, shattering to the floor and breaking into shards of glass. She looked at the mess, shocked. Then she started crying.

I felt terrible for bringing it up and I went over to hug her. She hugged me back and stood there crying into my chest. I told her that we could always buy new plates, that those weren't the only ones we had. That seemed to make her feel better and she stopped crying a little. I helped her pick up the broken glass and helped her over to the couch so she could lie down. We decided to just order pizza. After the pizza guy left, I asked her, "So what do you think?"

"Think of what?"

"The name I told you. Cammie."

She seemed to hesitate. "I…I don't really care much for the name. It's kind of ugly. I mean, Emma is an adorable name, and so is Grant. But Cameron? It just sounds ugly."

I set down my pizza and looked at her. "I never said anything about Cameron."

I'd gotten her and she knew it. Her face paled and she yawned loudly. "Well, it's pretty late and I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed now."

She tried to run up stairs but I grabbed her arm and held her by the shoulders so that she couldn't run away. I looked at her angrily and screamed, "Why are you keeping things from me? I've seen her and I want to know who she is."

"You've seen her?"

"Well, not really. I've had dreams of her. And she was in that video from the ice cream parlor."

"They're just dreams, Zach." She wrenched herself out of my grasp. "Dreams aren't important. They aren't real."

"But she is real, and you know it."

"She's no one, Zach."

"Yes she is. Who is Cammie? And who is Bex?"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! THEY AREN'T IMPORTANT!" I may have had amnesia, but I knew that Belle had never in her life screamed at someone like that. I was beyond angry at that point. She ran past me and tried to open the door, but I was too fast and I slammed it shut again and bolted it as soon as she got it open.

"Why are you acting like this? Why are you lying to me? Is your name even Belle?" I had a thought and looked at her incredulously. "Are you even my wife?"

That hit her. It hit her hard. She looked at me with such deep sadness that I didn't require an answer. I knew the truth.

"Oh my God." I lost all balance I had an slid to the floor. "You aren't my wife."

She didn't look at me. She didn't speak. I saw tears rolling down her face."

"What about Grant and Emma? Who's their father?"

She choked on the words as they came out of her mouth. "Your best friend's."

"What about the baby?"

Tears poured down even harder now. "That one's yours." She broke down and slid to the ground next to me. She pulled up her knees to her chest and cried into them.

"Where is your husband?" I asked.

"I-I don't know. They took him away and told m-me that I had t-to pretend that you were my husband. If I didn't, they would kill him."

"What's his name?" I had the feeling that I already knew, but I just wanted to be sure.

I was right. "Grant."

"Am I married?"

"Yes."

"To who?"

She took a crinkled picture out of the hoodie she was wearing and looked at it for a second. She smiled as if remembering the day it had been taken. Then she showed it to me. "That's her standing next to you."

There were five people in the picture. One of them was clearly Belle. The man standing next to her had a boy in his arms who looked like a younger version of him. This must've been the two Grants. Belle was pregnant with who could only have been Emma. They were all smiling. I was next to Grant and laughing at whatever funny thing little Grant had been doing at the time. The girl standing next to me was beautiful. I had my arm around her and she leaned her head against my shoulder. She looked about my age and had beautiful light brown hair. It had blonde highlights in it and her eyes were sparkling. I recognized her. Somehow I knew that I'd known who it was all along.

"Her name is Cammie," Belle whispered. "Cammie Morgan."

It was Gallagher Girl.

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