A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely reviews and support! I hope my story continues to please you! And I'm so sorry! I forget this chapter needed to be done too! So the NEXT chapter will have Young-ja and Felix in the Male Ward.

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(Miles)

I had no idea how long I'd been running around this fucking sewer.

Just when I think I'm close to an exit, Chris Walker pops out of a freaking wormhole and pursues me until I'm completely lost once again. Maybe that is his plan. He wants to push me further into this godforsaken maze and kill me where no one can hear my screams.

I wouldn't put it past the bastard; he's been after me since the moment I entered the asylum.

However, it seemed I finally lost him….for the moment at least.

Currently, I was taking sanctuary between a pile of rotting crates and a rusty metal gate, trying to catch my breath and warm my freezing limbs. I have been wading in the dirty water for at least an hour, and the cold breeze drifting in from the cracks didn't make it any better.

Falling to my knees, I leaned against the metal gate as exhaustion finally caught up with me.

'God, just let Young-ja be safe. Protect her until I can find her, and let us go home to our baby. Please, just let us live through this nightmare.'

My eyes began to droop, and against my better wishes, I felt myself slowly nod off as the sewage water lapped at my knees.

"Please..let me find her," I mumbled, my vision fading out. "I..need to beg her forgiveness again…."

I watched Young-ja fidget around our bedroom, re-folding already folded clothes and dusting off the spotless vanity for the sixth time in the past five minutes.

I had just returned from Ghana, the CDC finally allowing me to come home after three long months away. Since I was containment, I couldn't contact Young-ja and knew the lack of information would torture her. The moment I was released, however, I called her straightway and said I was coming home and would explain everything. Her tone was so blank and lifeless that it made this knot form in my stomach.

I thought once I returned home and explained the situation, her tone would change and we would kiss and hug like I hoped for.

But she didn't.

As I entered the arrival's lobby of the airport, Ae-cha scampered towards me as fast as her tiny legs would permit, her cheeks rosy and a beautiful smile on her face.

I dropped my bags and fell to my knees, almost falling back as she launched herself into my arms. Ae-cha cried into my shoulder as she chanted "I miss Daddy!" over and over, and I let a few tears fall myself as I kissed her brow and held her close.

Annie was the next to bombard me, her stubby legs pawing against my side and her tail about to wag off its hinges. I laughed as the little cinnamon roll butt slobbered across my face, and I rubbed and scratched her chubby belly with vigor.

Then, I gazed up and beheld my beautiful wife standing in front of me, a lifeless expression on her face. She welcomed me back, gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and led us towards the jeep.

I offered to drive, but she just shook her head and told me to rest.

And the knot in my stomach grew tighter.

When we arrived back home, I occupied myself with entertaining Ae-cha and Annie, trying to make up for the lost 'Daddy time' while Young-ja made dinner.

When she called us in for dinner, my heart sung to see she made all of my favorites and I reached out for a hug; Young-ja just patted me on the arm and helped Ae-cha into her high chair.

The knot had become impossibly tight.

After dinner, it was bedtime for our little girl. We both tucked her in and kissed her goodnight; a second, extra-long one was requested of me for her and Mr. Teddy. I also gave Annie a goodnight kiss as she snuggled next to Ae-cha's crib.

Then the two of us retired to our room. I thought, now alone, we could talk properly, but when I reached out to her, Young-ja grabbed her pajamas and went to change in the bathroom.

With a heavy heart, I changed and sat on the bed, lost in my own thoughts.

When she re-entered the room, I half expected her to throw a pillow at me and order me to sleep on the couch.

So, I was surprised to see her start fidgeting.

"Young-ja, are you alright?"

She jumped, as if something shocked her and I couldn't help but crack a smile at the familiar sight.

"Nothing's wrong." She twiddled her thumbs for a moment before flicking the lights off and slipping under the covers, her back facing me. "Goodnight, Miles."

I just stared down at her outline in the dark, not knowing whether to scream in anger or cry in agony.

The younger me would've thrown the sheets off of her and demand to know what the fuck her problem was.

But not adult me.

With a crestfallen smile, I lay down next to Young-ja and wrapped my arms tight around her, burying my face against her back.

"Wh-what?!" She stiffened like a piece of cardboard and tried to wiggle out of my touch. "Let me g-!"

"Didn't you miss me at all?" I whispered, my voice muffled against her nightgown. "Not a day didn't go by when I wasn't thinking of you."

"Mil-."

"Wanting to touch you." I shifted her so she was facing me.

"Please, st-."

"Wanting to kiss you." I placed my lips against her warm neck, noting how her pulse was racing.

"Miles, st-."

"Wanting to love you." I began to kiss down her neck to her shoulder, sliding her dress strap down as I went.

"MILES, STOP!"

Suddenly, I was thrown back and Young-ja scrambled out of bed, her eyes wide with fear.

"Young-ja?"

"For three months, I have slept in this bed!" Her voice was shaking as she pointed to the bed. "And every night I would reach out for you, only to touch an empty space! Then I would clutch my phone and hope that I would get a call or text from you, anything to let me know that you were okay." Her voice began to break and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Young-ja." I reached out towards her, but she pushed me away.

"But I received nothing! Nothing a single call from you or the CDC or anyone! I knew there had to be a reason, but it still killed me inside to not have you here! To reach out for you and touch nothing! To tell a funny joke and receive silence! To watch Ae-cha run towards the door every time she heard a car pass! To rock our crying daughter to sleep every night we heard nothing! To remember all the suffering you told me was going on in Ghana! To believe, as time went on, that you succumbed to whatever godforsaken disease was consuming that place! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE THREE MONTHS OF SILENCE DID TO ME?!" She screamed, slamming her fists against the wall, rattling the picture frames. "And then yesterday, my phone finally rings and it's you. 'Young-ja, I'm coming back. I'll explain everything when I get home.' I waited for three months, and that is what I got." Her voice was just a faint whisper now, and she leaned against the window still with a defeated expression. "You weren't the only one longing for a warm touch or gentle whisper. When you called, I should've been thrilled, but I wasn't sure if it was one of the many dreams I had of you returning or not. Then, when you walked up those stairs at the airport with the hideous keychain I made for you back in college swinging from your bag, I realized you really were here. And I felt so happy." Young-ja clutched her chest as she wiped her never-ending tears away. "I wanted nothing more than to throw my arms around you and kiss away the holes in my heart. But….but I couldn't. Isn't it stupid?" She scoffed, a condescending smile on her face. "I wished every night for you to come home, but now that you are here, I don't know what to do with you." She then covered her face and slid the floor. "…Because…just before you called, I was beginning to accept the fact that you might be dead."

My blood ran cold at her confession along with the temperature of the room.

'She…She thought I might've died?"

"…You must hate me for acting like this."

At those words though, I snapped myself out of it and launched myself off the bed, scooping her trembling form into my arms.

And this time, she returned the embrace with equal force.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO, MILES?!" She sobbed loudly, burying her face into my neck. "I KNOW IT IS YOUR JOB AND YOU NEVER INTENDED TO BE HELD BACK, BUT WE NEEDED YOU HERE! AE-CHA NEEDED HER FATHER, AND I NEEDED MY HUSBAND! WHERE WERE YOU?! WHERE WAS MY MILES?!"

Her pleas rattled me to the core, and I could do nothing but hold her close and shed my own tears.

"I missed you so much…" She whimpered. "So much…Why?...Why did you leave me alone?"

"I'm here, Young-ja. I'm so sorry for leaving you, but I'm here! I've come back to you."

And with that, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her with all my might.

And she returned it, climbing onto my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist.

Then, gently, I stood up and carried her back to bed.

There, we consummated our love once again, and I never stopped reassuring my love that I was finally home.

Home to Denver. Home to our baby. Home to her.

"Young-ja, are you awake?" I whispered, peering down to find her fast asleep in my arms.

Sighing, I kissed her hair lightly and stared at up at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts.

I had never see Young-jo so broken before, and knowing my work was the cause of it made me blurt out my deepest fear.

"Do you….regret marrying me?"

I wasn't expecting a response, so I was shocked when I actually received one.

"No," Young-ja breathed, tightening her grip on me. "I just…I just want you to be safe."

"I'm sorry, my love. It was never my intention to hurt you." I tilted her chin up and kissed her once more. "God, Young-ja, I'm so fucking sorry. I'll find another line of work-."

"No." She pulled away suddenly. "You have an important job, and I know you love doing it and I'm proud of what you do. But….just….just don't go where I can't follow. If you do, I'm not going to wait around; I'm going to get you myself."

"Are you insane?! Like Hell I would let you get into danger!"

"Then don't go anywhere dangerous." Young-ja then held up her pinky finger. "Promise me you won't disappear anymore. Alright?"

"I…." My voice caught in my throat and I felt a new knot form in my stomach, yet I still wrapped my pinky around hers and shook it firmly. "I promise."

A/N: Wow. Two emotional chapters in a row. I wanted to include Miles' stay in Ghana since I hinted at it in previous chapters and wanted to show how it affected them. And I also used this chapter to somewhat display how Miles has matured since his teen years. He is still a smartass but his soft spot and patience have grown. And the chapter foreshadows what is to come. And the memory arises from the fact that Miles is tormented by that fact that Young-ja made true on her promise to come after him. And that "do you regret marrying me" line almost killed me. Miles believes his job is causing his wife trouble, imagine what he will think when he sees her arm missing. Wow, I'm really evil to my character. :0 Miles' sanity is slowly breaking down, especially with the discovery of his wife in the asylum doing this for him. See you in the next chapter! Look forward to it!