I'm sorry for not updating this story earlier, but I was having trouble with this chapter and I still can't get Wade or Zoe to do as I want or need them to do. Anyway enjoy this chapter.

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"Wade, as fun as this was," Zoe told him, a light blush painting her cheeks a pink color, grabbed his shirt from where it lay on the floor next to her. "We need to talk," she told him her voice taking a more serious tone to it.

"I know," he responded sitting up in bed. "I…" he sighed trailing off, he thoughts nothing more than a jumbled mess he couldn't straighten out. Zoe remained quiet waiting to see if he'd say more.

"You what Wade?" She asked not able to take the silence any longer. "Blame yourself? Feel like hell because you couldn't stop it? Feel like your world is falling apart?" She asked on the verge of tears. "Feel as if you've lost everything all at the same time? That no matter what you do or what you say is nothing but a lie?"

"So what you told Braxton was a lie?" He asked quickly losing his temper.

"That's not what I meant," she told him quickly. "I was being absolutely honest with him."

"You're miserable and it's like you can't do anything to get out of this black hole you've been pushed into?" He questioned her.

"How'd you know?" She asked him softly.

"Because at times I feel like that, Zoe," he told her with a shrug. "It's not your fault, Zo," he told her, turning to face her, his hand reaching out for hers. "There was nothing you or anyone could have done to stop it. And hell Zoe you're not in this alone," he told her his voice growing louder. "Everyday it feels like I've lost something important but I look around and see my family and know that I've still got a lot in my life," he told her his tone soft and caring. "I get this hard, it sure in the hell isn't any easier this time around," he was in the process of saying when his wife cut him off. The first time was different than this time and he still didn't know to deal with it and he was trying to deal with this one different than the last.

"That's the thing Wade, you've been through this before, and I haven't. Not only do I have to reassure you that nothing is going to happen with us but Braxton as well. I can see it written on your face when you're thinking and you don't think anyone is watching you, you have this fear that I'm going to do what Aggie did, that I can't handle this. And maybe I can't but I know that I can't do this alone, I need your support to help get through this, not you thinking that at any moment I'm going to be gone," she blamed him, looking down to where their hands were connected between them. "You keep thinking that and I'll be gone," she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"I think that because you keep pushing me away and not letting me in Zoe. What else am I supposed to think?" He asked, his anger slowly rising within him. "This whole situation sucks and I would have loved to be able to watch our son grown up and to avoid this reality all together, but we can't change what happened just try to move past it one day at a time. And I would like to think that together we can do that. Why can't you let me in Zoe?" He asked her. He was trying so hard to reason with her because he didn't want to fight yet again about anything.

"Because I'm scared, afraid," she told him. "Pushing you away is easier than dealing with your pain on top of mine," she confessed. "Keeping you away makes dealing with this easier to extant," she tacked on. "I hate it all of it, I don't like pushing you away, I hate this feeling that everything is going to end so what's the point? I feel myself getting pulled further into this depression that I don't want to set in but I can't fight it off anymore Wade. I hate feeling like I did everything wrong and that I'm the one to blame," she told him in a rush, pulling her hand free from his. "Worst of all I hate feeling like I'm not good enough because I wasn't able to give you another baby," she whispered.

"First off Zoe, I don't care about having another baby; I have everything I need in my life, right here with me. You and the kids that's what I want and need in my life. Having another baby would be nice but we can manage without," he told her his voice filled with promise that it would be okay. "By pushing me away and not letting me in it's not easier Zoe, it's hard and it hurts because all I want is to be there for you because I can see how it tears you up and I feel pretty useless that I can't help you because you won't let me," he confessed taking a deep breath. "And nothing is going to end, Zo, not if we fight for what we want. You are not to blame for this, it happens and we need to find away to cope with that. I can never understand how you feel because I didn't go through everything you went through, but you have to know that you did things right," he told her, moving around the bed so she was looking at him. "I don't ever want you to feel like you're not good enough for me, you're more than enough, sometimes I have to wonder what it was I did to deserve you," he told her softly, reaching up to wipe away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I try to let you in," she told him, letting her eyes close shut. "But then I stop because I can't just hand over this rough spot of bitter and this depressed black glob I have sitting in me. This hate I feel, I can't burden that on you because I love you. I try so damn hard to stay positive and happy but with each passing second its hard Wade. I can't pretend anymore," she told him, her fingers digging into the flesh on his arms.

"You don't have to pretend, it's okay to be sad and upset with what happened, Zoe. Take the time you need," he spoke softly. "Let yourself grieve."

"I can't," she told him, breaking down in his embrace. Wade held her, closing his eyes as he gave her the comfort she so desperately needed.

"Yes you can," he encouraged her. "The kids and I can handle ourselves while you deal with this," he promised her. She shook her head against his chest. That wasn't what she had meant. She didn't know how to even start to get over this, at first pretending seemed to help but she could see that it was only making matters worse. "Baby, there's support groups and a therapist you can talk to," Wade told her, pulling away slightly to look her in the eyes, his hands cupping her face. He could see the questions swimming in her brown eyes. "I've done my fair share of research to help you," he honestly told her.

"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her lips against his lightly.

"Zoe, you need to know I'm sorry for not saying something sooner, I'm sorry for thinking that just because you were pushing me away that things would slowly get better with time," he was in the process of telling her, he could see that things were only getting worse and he knew it was going to happen but he didn't know how to address it with Zoe and that's why they fought, but he couldn't do that anymore, he wanted things to be back to normal with them. "And I'm sorry that we're going through this," he told her, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "And I'm here for you always and forever, no place else I'd want to be then here for you in anyway that you need me," he informed her.

"I know," she told him with a faint hint of a smile. "I'm sorry as well for everything," she sighed, letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder. "Thank you for everything, Wade."

"You've already said thank you," he smirked, laying his head against hers. Zoe rolled her eyes.

Things may be far from being as good as they once were they were at least making a start on getting things back to that place. Zoe was happy that she had such an amazing and thoughtful husband as she had with Wade. She didn't even want to think how far gone she would be without him in her corner. He was there no matter what she did, the more she had pushed the harder he tried to break through the wall she was putting up. He knew when to back off but he never went far and for that she was grateful for. Life seemed to be that much easier with Wade next to her.