Hope let out a sigh of frustration and looked around the dingy hotel room she had just tossed from top to bottom. She had come here after losing Roman and Daniel at the hospital. Bo had not left behind a single scrap of paper that could tell her where he had gone or who he was hiding out with.

"How am I supposed to get Bo to come back home to me if I can't find him?" she asked herself aloud.

This was the second time she had searched this room and it was the second time she had come up empty handed. The more time that passed the angrier she got at the mystery woman that Bo was with.

"He's my husband and He belongs to me," she told herself. She completely ignored the fact that she had received the final divorce decree. She knew this was just another rough patch in their relationship. They had always managed to find their way back to one another and this time would be no different. At least that is what she kept telling herself.

"HE BELONGS TO ME!" she said forcefully. She released another sigh of frustration before walking out the door wondering if she would be able to search his office without the other officers noticing. "I'll find a way."

Bo swallowed hard. He had no clue what to say to Carly.

"Bo?"

"What makes you think that we're married?"

"Are you telling me we aren't?"

"No, I just wanna know how you came to that conclusion when just a little while ago you were asking what happened after the cave in."

"I had a flash or two."

"You remembered something?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. I don't know if they were memories or dreams or just something my mind has made up."

"Tell me what it is and I can try to tell you if it was real."

Carly sat there for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"The first one we were in a garden. You were wearing a tuxedo and I think I was wearing a wedding dress. I know I looked like a giant marshmallow."

"You looked beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Carly blushed before continuing.

"OK the other one we…" She trailed off her face blushing a deeper red.

"We…what?" Bo said trying to stifle a chuckle at Carly's embarrassment.

Carly didn't answer. She was also no longer looking in his direction. It was almost as though she was avoiding looking at him.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"What were we doing in that second memory Carly?"

"We were in bed." Carly mumbled.

"Oh." Bo said smiling. "Do you know where we were?"

"No. It wasn't a room I recognized."

"Tell me about it. The room."

"It was small. Lit by candles. Um, thatched roof and bamboo walls maybe."

"That was our hut."

"What?"

"That was where we spent our first night together."

"Our wedding night?"

"Yes, Princess, that was our wedding night."

"Bo?"

"Hmm?"

"There is something I need to tell you."

"What is it princess?"

"It's about that night that you saved me from Lawrence in that café all those years ago."

"I don't remember that night Princess. I told you that."

"I didn't remember it until just before I woke up here."

"Wanna fill me in?"

Carly worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She had no idea how she was explain this to him.

"After you got in the fight with Lawrence…"

"You took off and I kept him from going after you. Then I go blank."

"Well after you did whatever you did to keep Lawrence from coming after me, you came out of the café looking for me. To see if I was OK."

"Well good. I'm glad you were OK. So I found you?"

"Yes. I was hiding behind a truck in the ally. You were more concerned about getting me away from there than you were about my warnings of what he would do to you."

"Really?"

"Don't really me; you know that sounds just like you."

Bo laughed at how well Carly knew him even though she had amnesia.

"So what happened after I came out to check on you and ignored your warnings about Larry?"

"I told you I was going to walk to a hotel just across the border and you insisted on walking with me."

As Carly said this Bo flashed in his mind back to that night and offering his arm to the young woman as they started walking.

"Well good for me. No lady should walk alone at night. Especially one as beautiful as you."

Carly tried to ignore Bo's remark but he noticed her cheek's turned pink.

"We had to sneak across the border because by the time we had walked there Lawrence had them closed.

"So can you tell me why I have no memory of that night?"

"I'm getting to that."

"OK. I'll be quiet."

"Yes, you be quiet because this is important."

"Yes, Princess." Bo smiled at her even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Stop smirking at me."

"I wasn't smirking at you, I just…"

"You were smirking at me, I may not be able to see it but I know that smirk was there."

"OK I was smirking at you. I can't help it. You're just so…"

"I'm so what?"

"Cute. You're so very cute. 'Specially when you're mad."

"Do you want to hear about what happened that night or not?"

"OK. So after I walked you to the border and snuck across what happened?"

"We walked about another Kilometer until we reached a little town. You went into the small inn they had and checked me in. I don't know what name you gave them because I was staying out of sight and we hadn't exchanged names."

Bo merely made an "mmmhhmmm" sound to show he was listening and to prompt her to continue.

"You walked me to my room. You were going to leave me there when I…" Carly broke off. She wasn't sure how to tell him about what happened next. How do you tell someone that they cheated on their spouse years ago with a 17 year old girl?

"You what, Carly?" Bo really wanted to know what happened that night. He had never been able to shake the feeling that it was a major event in his life and it had always bothered him that he couldn't remember. So far as Carly had explained that night step by step he had flashes of memory. He needed to know. And Carly's hesitation about telling him and the nervousness she was displaying in that moment proved to him that whatever happened that night was extremely important. He watched the love of his life as she took a deep breath before continuing her story.

"I invited you in for a drink."

"OK," Bo said laughing. He had been worried that it had been something else, that maybe they had slept together. "Having a drink isn't that big of a deal Carly."

"Well, we had more than one and what we were drinking is the reason neither of us could remember that night."

"What were we drinking?" Bo had never known any type of alcohol to have that effect on him.

"Absinthe. We drank an entire bottle."

"Absinthe is banned. How did we get a bottle?"

"It isn't banned everywhere. I already had the bottle. I was keeping it for a special occasion."

"So we got drunk?"

"Drunk is probably putting it very mildly but I'm really not sure of any other word to describe how intoxicated we both were."

"Well, good thing I never had another drop of that stuff. Not knowing what happened that night has bugged me for years."

"I'm not finished. You said you remembered the fight with Lawrence and then next thing you knew you woke up in the hotel room."

"Yeah, that's right."

"When you woke up, what were you wearing, Bo?"

Bo paused to think back. Then it dawned on him what she was trying to tell him.

"I was in the bed, and I was naked. But I was alone."

"That's because I took off when I woke up in bed with a man I didn't know."

"Carly are you saying we…" Bo couldn't quite believe what he was hearing but at the same time he flashed back to that night and to laying her back on the bed as he removed her clothes before thoroughly exploring her beautiful body.

"Yes, Bo. We slept together that night," came her quiet, almost fearful reply.

Bo took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he looked at Carly who had her face turned away from him and towards the fire. But even with her face turned away from him he could tell that Carly was silently crying. During this conversation he had been sitting in the chair next to the bed and without thinking about it he moved from the chair to sit next to her on the bed. He gently reached around, and placing his hand under her chin he turned her head to face him. Once he saw her cheeks stained with tears and her captivating green eyes still brimming with unshed tears he couldn't stop himself from gently putting his arms around her and holding her as she cried.

"It's OK, Princess. It really is."

"How can it be OK, Bo?" Carly's voice was muffled as she spoke, her face buried in his chest. "We slept together while your wife was waiting for you. And…" She trailed off not knowing if she had ever told him about that baby she had lost or how to tell him that that child could have been his.

"And what, Princess?" Bo asked gently. He knew that even though she was upset about the fact that she had slept with him when he was married to Hope, it wasn't what was really bothering her. "Tell me why you are so upset."

Carly cried harder as he gently stroked her hair. It was then he barely heard her whisper into his chest between sobs. "What if I got pregnant that night? What if the baby I lost was yours?"

Bo hadn't even thought about the possibility that Nicholas could be his even after hearing Carly tell him that they had made love all those years ago or after his flashes of that night that his soul had found it's other half. He had been no more able to resist her that night than he had been when she first came to town after Hope's 'death'.

"Carly there is something I need to tell you." He waited for a moment until her sobs subsided and she managed to catch her breath.

"What?" She asked with a sniffle. She stayed wrapped in Bo's arms. She felt comfortable and safe in his arms. She had that night too. But she felt more than comfort and safety when his arms had wrapped around her. She felt complete and she remembered that when Bo was making love to her that night, when they were both so young and drunk, that for the first time in her life she felt whole.

"It's about the baby you lost."

"I told you about him, didn't I?"

"Yes, Princess, you did. But there is something you don't know. Well it is something you don't remember."

"What?" Carly pulled away from him slightly, wincing a little at the movement but ignoring the pain, and looked at the blurry form of the man sitting next to her.

"Carly, your son, maybe our son, didn't die when he was born."

"What? Bo what are you talking about? The doctor said…"

"The doctor lied to you, Princess." Bo said cutting her off.

"Why? Why would he do that? What happened to my baby?"

"I don't know why he did it. I don't know if he was bribed, blackmailed, or threatened, but I do know he did it. He confessed on videotape before disappearing."

"What did he do with my baby?" Her voice was growing a bit hysterical and panicked.

"The baby was fine, Carly. A healthy little boy. Vivian kept him to raise as her own."

"Vivian? No, she's my friend. She helped me. She…"

"She was the one who told you who Larry really was. She was the one that brought you that doctor. She wasn't and isn't your friend, Princess. She didn't think you were good enough for Larry much less good enough to be mother to his child. She stole your baby from you."

"How…how could…how could someone be so cruel?" Carly stuttered.

"I don't know, Princess, I don't know."

"So my son, he's alive?"

"Yes. And he's fine. He's grown up now. He and Shawn-Douglas."

Carly's head was swimming and pounding. In the span of a few hours she had woken up in a strange place, missing 20 years of her life then remembered what was apparently her wedding and wedding night to Bo, then discovered that her friend and her doctor had stolen her baby and faked his death. On top of that telling Bo that he may be the father of her child. It was too much for her to take in. She looked at Bo, even though she could only look at his general shape and promptly passed out.