After the Police had questioned both Jonathan and Jennifer for Hours, they'd finally been released and could go to a hotel, Jennifer's eyes were red rimmed, and exhausted, her entire body caked with dirt and blood, she'd barely spoken a word to Jonathan, she didn't know what to say and when she tried to form a sentence, it was a struggle.

Jennifer wondered if it was the exhaustion or that she wasn't even sure she could speak to her own husband. Jonathan wondered if she would ever be the same woman she was before the shooting.

Jennifer had been checked out at the House by the EMTs as well but Jonathan wondered if she was suffering from some sort of shell shock.

When they got to the hotel and they were alone together, Jennifer broke the silence, "I uh need a shower," She mumbled and went into the bathroom.

"You shower and when you get out, I'll have dinner waiting for you, we need to eat," Jonathan picked up room service menu.

Jennifer nodded and went into the bathroom, as soon as she closed the door and turned on the water in the tub, she began to sob, she sobbed the way she did when Jonathan went missing and was presumed dead, she sobbed from her heart and soul, she sobbed until she was laying on the floor and gasping for air. She couldn't get the image of Jenny's vacant eyes out of her mind.

Jonathan stood outside the bathroom door, unable to move and unsure what to do, he didn't know if this was her moment to grieve for Jenny or she was crying in relief that they were both okay. Jonathan decided to go to her.

He needed to the husband she deserved.

Jonathan opened the bathroom door slowly, cautious of hitting her with the door…

"Jennifer?" He called quietly.

She gasped, sat up and wiped her eyes, "I'm fine, did you order dinner?"

Jonathan sat across from her, holding out his hands, he took hers, "Talk to me," He studied her watery eyes and the fact she looked like that she hadn't sleep in weeks.

"I'm a murderess!" Jennifer let out a wail and threw her arms around Jonathan's neck, he hugged her hard, unsure of what to say or even think.

"Hey, you are not a murderess. this was an accident, I'm just so glad you weren't hurt," He exhaled, if she'd been hit by that bullet, he was pretty sure he would have dropped dead on the spot, the idea of her getting hurt physically made his heart hurt.

How would he be able to go back to Los Angeles, to their daughter without her?

Jonathan wouldn't, he'd probably curl up beside her body and wither away.

She clung to his neck and cried, for Jenny and for everything they'd lost over the year and when she finally stopped crying out of exhaustion, she hung on his neck.

"Hey, let's get you cleaned up and then eat dinner okay," He said after a while, his back aching.

But she didn't want to get up, "Can we just stay here for a more minutes,"

He nodded.

"Jonathan," She asked after a few minutes," Did you love her, Jenny I mean?"

Jonathan paused for a minute," A Part of me did, I guess"

Jennifer's heart sank, "Oh"

He could see the tears behind her eyes "But I always knew somewhere in the back of my head and my heart, I belonged to you, That Charlie loved Jenny but Jonathan loved Jennifer, as weird as that sounds"

"Oh Jonathan," the tears began to pour and she hugged,"I've never stopped loving you for one second, but Can I confess something to you,"

"Anything, Darling," He said bracing himself for the worst, that she'd been on dates or made love to a stranger because she knew he would want her to continue with her life. That she'd created a life separated from him. It was painful but he understood, he couldn't ask her to give up on her life, especially if she thought he was dead.

"When I thought you were um, well dead, I was angry, angrier than I've ever been in my life and well, I sort of had an accident with your car," She didn't want to admit that she had essentially to drown both her and the car but she managed to roll out of the car while his pride and joy sank to the bottom of the pond.

"Not my Jag!" He reeled back in horror, that had been the first thing he'd bought with his money, a vintage JXL Jaguar convertible with imported leather seats, he'd felt like such a big shot when he drove it through downtown Los Angeles. "How bad was the damage?"

"Not too bad," She lied, the interior had been ruined because she'd had the rooftop down and when the tow truck pulled the tow truck pulled the car out of the water, the entire front end had been ruined. She had to admit to herself that maybe going for a drive in a hysterical state wasn't her best idea.

"If you are safe, that's all that matter," He said hugging and wondering what waited for him when he came home, a dented Jag being the least of his worries.

She never wanted to get up from the bathroom floor and she never wanted to be out of his arms but she was filthy, every inch of her body seemed to be coated in dirty and blood,

Jennifer reluctantly pulled herself away from Jonathan, "I should take a bath,"

He smiled, "Why don't we take a bath together," he watched her face turn as red as her hair.

"Are you sure," She looked down, although they had made love just a few days ago, she was still nervous, her body didn't look as it did before, her stomach a bit flabby and her chest was a size or two bigger.

"Hey," He lifted her chin, "You are just as beautiful as the day we met," He said lifting up her shirt and throwing it on the floor beside her. He took a deep breath and tried not to gasp.

Bruises had formed over her entire body, it looked like Jenny had really wailed on her while they struggled for the gun and he could see the black eye forming on her face. Where there weren't bruises, there was dirt caked into every inch of her body. Jonathan reached out and hugged her, careful of her bodily injuries, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital,"

"I'm fine, really," She didn't want to admit that her body was screaming in agony, that even her hair was beginning to hurt and when he pulled back , she forced a smile on her face.

He saw the pain in her eyes and knew that she didn't want to admit that she was in pain, he wondered why but then for a year, she had to be strong for their daughter.

Jonathan stood up and took off his own shirt and pants, turning on the water in the tub, he held out his hand to her, "Madame?"

"Why thank you, Sailor," She laughed taking off her pants and underwear before they both climbed into the tub together and showered together. "Can I soap you up,"

Cautiously, "If you are gentle," She said quietly" He scrubbed quickly but carefully and noticed the scar on her belly that was faded, "Where did that come from?"

"Our daughter," She said, quite proudly.

"What do you mean?" He put his hand on her belly.

"I mean your daughter is just as stubborn as you are," She laughed, "She was a week late and had her cord wrapped around her neck. It was the snowiest night LA has seen in probably a quarter century and I had been contracting all day but was sure that wasn't happening, Poor Max , he was so ready for her that he read all the parenting books, he went to the parenting classes, he took an infant CPR class, he even went to the Lamaze class,"

Jonathan laughed, "He did?"

"Yup except he met a single grandmother there and I had to take a cab home, "She laughed, "I had thought maybe that she would be at least two weeks late but Max was positive that she was going to come a week later but Max insisted that she would be born during the snow time," She imitated his voice, "This kid knows she's supposed to be born during the snowstorm"

He had to laugh even harder, she sounded exactly like him.

"Well, we ate dinner and I went upstairs to put something into the nursery and I swear, I woke up on the ground with such pain, I was positive I was dying, I couldn't yell or cry, I couldn't even breathe, Max somehow knew to come upstairs and when he found us, he called 911 and insisted they come, and said if they didn't he wasn't above drive us himself."

Jonathan hugged her and noticed she was shivering, "Are you cold,"

She had to laugh, "Well yah, I'm standing here naked," he took her hand and they climbed into the tub, sitting in the hot water.

"Are you getting warm," He asked putting his arms around her

"A little bit," She had to smile.

"Good, Because I want to hear the story of the birth of my daughter," he said, he wished that he had been there for her but at least Max was there.

"Well, that part is a bit sketchy because I was out cold for the birth and they said if Max hadn't found us, we wouldn't have made it, Somehow Zara's placenta blocked blood flow to the rest of my body and I had gone into shock," She shivered, remembering that she had woken up in such pain and being told her baby was fighting for her life in the NICU.

"How did you come up with such a beautiful name, Zara?" He asked soaping her back ..

"Actually, that was Max too, "She laughed, "I had originally thought Sadie would be pretty, Sadie E. Hart but when I woke up and we went down to see her, I asked to see my Baby and they pointed me in the director of this squishy red faced little creature with red hair, I looked at the sign in her isolette and it said, "Zara J." I was so disappointed that I thought she had been my baby, that when the nurse started to pull her out, I said "That's not my baby!" and Max said, "Sure she is!" We argued for a minute when I said "My baby is Sadie!" and the nurse finally had to intervene and tell me that, Max had changed her name, I admit I was angry but I realized when I researched her name, which means "Princess," So Max made the right decision,"

"Boy, it seems that Max was a huge part of Zara's life before and after," Jonathan wasn't resentful but he was wistful.

Jennifer contoured her body, "Max is so important to us but there hasn't been one day or moment where I didn't hope and wish you'd come back to me and you have," She didn't realize she was crying until he wiped her eyes.

"You're so lovely," He kissed her, "What do you say, we make Zara all over again," Just as there was a knock on the door.

"You get the door, I'll see you in bed," She kissed him again before standing up and climbing out of the tub.

Jonathan followed her and Jennifer climbed into the big bed, "Alright Big Fella," She said feeling happy for first time in a long time and excited, she felt like she was on her honeymoon.

Except that when Jonathan returned, She could see that his face had gone ashen and he looked frightened, he held something in his hands and when he sat down on the edge of the bed, Jennifer knew that they wouldn't be making love that night.

"Darling, What's wrong?" She said putting her arms around his neck..

"It's a letter from Jenny," He said quietly.