Well…hey, im back! Im so so so so so so so so so sorry id didnt post for…three months *cringe* I needed time to do stuff and get things done and all. Im extremely sorry, and I understand if you guys want to throw things at me for posting so late.

ANYWAY, I have to give you guys the rest of the story! So here we go! The beginning of the end!…sorta.

Disclaimer: I own Bryce, Avril, Emmeline, Tristan, Adele, Nick, Daniel, Jamie, Chase, and some of the pack.

Chloe's POV.

I didn't get out of bed when I woke.

I kept my red, puffy eyes shut. Thinking. Just thinking.

About possibilities.

About Derek and I, married, our kids playing. Us laughing, in love. Happy.

It was a cheesy image, but I clung to it. Because that's what I wanted. To be happy, to be safe. To be with Derek. With our kids.

But that wasn't going to happen.

When I finally did open my eyes, I glanced at the digital clock on the beside table.

Nine oh seven.

I closed my eyes again.

That's when I realized the absence next to me in the bed.

My eyes flew open, and sure enough, Derek was gone.

I was conflicted.

Get up, face reality, and find him? Or lay in bed with that pleasant little image in my mind, pretending everything was ok?

I hesitated, then threw the covers off of me, sat up, and swung my legs off the side of the bed.

I glanced around.

The vacancy in the room hit me like a bus. I immediately knew I was completely alone.

Derek wouldn't leave to be Alpha yet. He wouldn't.

I heard a door creak open somewhere in the hotel room.

Like the coward I was, I swung my legs back into bed, and covered myself with the blanket so it covered me head to toe. Then I waited for whoever it was. Tori. Jamie, Derek's sister. The Edison Group. Derek.

"I know your awake."

I relaxed when I heard his voice, and I pulled the covers down.

"Hi." Derek said his voice soft. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of light, torn up jeans. He held a box of doughnuts in his hands. His hair was crazy, but his eyes were kind and soft.

"Hi." I practically whispered, then looked away from those eyes. I didn't know if I could stand not seeing them for a year.

Then I couldn't let that happen.

Derek slowly set the box on the drawer he had rummaged through the night before.

Then, silently, he walked around to the other side of the bed, threw the covers off on his side, and slid in next to me. The springs creaked under his weight.

Then he laid the covers gentily back over him.

I swallowed, and then once again gave up my will to be strong. To pretend I was ok.

Because we both knew I wasn't near ok.

I turned over, and quickly scrunched up into a little ball against Derek. He held me close, his arm around my waist. His other hand stroked my hair, which was matted to hell at the moment from doing nothing but lying in bed.

I scrunched up into his arms even more, until it was impossible to get any closer. I rested my head under his chin, and breathed in his scent.

Now that he would be leaving, I wanted to soak everything in. His scent, his mannerisms, the sound of his voice, the feel of his body next to mine. His warmth.

I felt his lips on the top of my head, and my eyes began to water.

I wondered where my body came up with all these tears. I had sworn they had been all used up from last night.

But no, crying wouldn't solve anything. It didn't ever. All I did was make me feel even lower, even more helpless, and even more babyish.

If that were possible.

My fiancé was leaving me, pregnant, for a year, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Bullcrap.

There was something I could do….

But Kit and Aunt Lauren would never let me…

What they don't know doesn't hurt them.

I felt Derek's slow breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath me. If only I could tap into his thoughts…what he was thinking at the moment…

We laid there silent. There honestly was nothing left to be said. No words to describe how I felt, and neither to describe what he must've been feeling at the moment.

He believed he was leaving me. He believed he wouldn't see me for a year, or our children.

I made up my mind, right then and there.

And I have to let him believe that.

So when he laid a shaking hand on my belly, I didn't stop the seemingly endless tears.

I let them flow, and flow, and flow.

They stained Derek's sweatshirt, and my body shook in his arms. He rubbed my back gently, and strengthened his grip on me.

But his breath was shaky, as if he was about to cry, too.

At that moment I felt horrible. I was playing him.

But he couldn't know that I wasn't planning on letting him leave me.

He couldn't know as soon as he left, I'd be two steps behind him.

He couldn't know I was going with him to the pack.

So I just buried my head back into his chest.

I'm sorry I thought to him.

But I'm not letting you go.

I know what your thinking….

Wheres bryces Pov? Wheres the rest of the damn chapter? IVE BEEN WAITING THIS LONG FOR HALF OF A CHAPTER?

Well…..in order to be able to get the story done, im sorry, but im going to have to make some changes….

Im going to be posting Chloe's pov and bryces pov at different times from now on. Though its going to be labled part one and two of the same chapter.

Im so so so so so so so so sorry I kept you waiting so long for this…

I apologize deeply.

So…

Comments? Suggestions? Predicitons? Feel free to message me if you have any….

R&R

~H.