The next morning, Gillian heard Emily through the baby monitor and felt a little stuck as she was still in the middle of Cal and Clara. She leaned up and kissed her husband then patted his chest, "Cal. Honey, wake up…Cal."

Leave it to her husband to not wake up when she needed him to; this man is awake half the night but when the alarm clock goes off or she tries to wake him, neither work. "Cal, come on babe, help me out. Em is awake honey."

"Climb over me," Clara said, sleepily.

Maybe I should have started with Clara, Gillian thought to herself. Straddling Clara like the night before, Gillian pressed a kiss to her forehead and then went into the nursery. "Good morning, baby girl. Do you have a good sleep?"

Emily's head tucked against her mommy instantly, her tiny hand grabbing a fistful of her daddy's shirt that Gillian threw on while leaving their bedroom. "Someone is extra snuggly this morning, huh."

Truth be told, Gillian cherished this time with Emily in the early morning. Cal was amazing with Emily, got up during the night with her, was always there to support Gillian during the day too, and spent a lot of time carrying the baby around while he worked to have extra time with her.

As the baby got older though, Gillian thought it was important for Cal to get a proper night's rest before working all day and handled things in the morning. That was the start of their super special mornings together, something Gillian loved.

As Gillian poured her cup of coffee, Cal walked down the stairs, something that happened most mornings if Cal didn't wake up when Gillian went into the nursery. "Good morning love," Cal said, wrapping his arms around his wife.

She tipped her head back against Cal and hummed. Their sweet moment was interrupted by Emily who started to babble, while throwing her arms up in the air and whacking Gillian. "Good morning to you too, princess," he said, kissing the baby.

They continued their mourning routine, Gillian asking, "Was Clara still asleep when you came down?"

"She was," he nodded, then started to make breakfast for his family.

Since Loker and Torres were going to be out of the office this morning on the other case they were working, the Lightman's decided not to rush their morning. As they finished eating, Clara walked down the stairs feeling somewhat out of sorts now that it was morning.

Sure, she may have fit in perfectly last night, even though Emily was awake for a few hours when she was there, however, felt a bit unsure in the light of day. So much so, she paused on the stairs trying to think of the best way to handle things.

Clara heard Gillian tell Cal she was going to get the baby dressed and quickly tiptoed back up the stairs to make it seem as if she had just gotten dressed herself. Gosh she really hated feeling out of place, yet everything felt so right last night which then made her feel conflicted.

Knowing her husband would never shut their bedroom door after he was awake for the day, Gillian pushed it open and smiled at Clara who was buttoning up her pants for the second time this morning.

"Good morning," Clara blushed.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. It might be time for me to invest in a new mattress, yours is much more comfortable than the one I have." Clara realized what she said after the fact and had to stop herself from shaking her head.

Gillian laughed. The mattress was comfortable; however, the great sleep had all to do with the endless amount of sex they had and nothing to do with the mattress. "Coffee and breakfast are waiting for you downstairs with Cal, I'm just going to get the baby dressed for the day and then I'll be back down."

"Thank you," Clara smiled, saying her own hello to the baby. She may be biased because she slept with the parents but my gosh, Emily is quite possibly the cutest baby Clara has ever seen.

Part of their morning routine was taking turns getting ready as the other watched Emily; something easier when the baby couldn't crawl because they could put her in the bouncer, and everything was fine.

Now while Gillian tried to do her makeup, Emily was crawling around their bedroom getting into everything, especially at this age because she loved pulling herself up on anything she could grab at. This led to one of them staying downstairs with the baby while the other got ready before switching because they didn't want toys upstairs yet.

When Gillian walked downstairs after getting halfway ready, as usual, she saw how happy Emily was playing with Clara as Cal watched. It made her smile, seeing her daughter and husband so happy with Clara. It's very possible other women in her shoes would get jealous in this type of situation, but she couldn't be, and knew there wasn't a reason to be either.

Cal looked up and smiled at his wife. It didn't matter if she was in her pjs, a beautiful work outfit, a sexy date night outfit, or completely naked—Gillian will forever be the most stunning woman in his eyes.

"Nice shower, love?"

"Very. You're up," she responded, sitting on the floor next to Clara and Emily and kissing the baby's temple when she crawled into her mothers' lap.

Cal grunted as he stood up from the floor, feeling as though it was somehow lower than it normally was. "You are not that old," Clara laughed.

"It's not his age, it's all the hard work he put in last night," Gillian laughed, and winked at her husband.

"Oi, I didn't hear you two complaining."

"Neither were you, babe," Gillian shot back, causing them women to laugh again.

Cal could be heard mumbling to himself up the stairs and Clara wondered if he was upset at what she said. Nobody knew Cal mumbled to himself constantly, no matter whether in the office or while cooking—his beautiful mind was always working.

"Is he upset?" Clara asked timidly.

"Why would he be?" Gillian said, reaching into the drawer where she conveniently put the tiny elastics and brush for Emily's hair.

"He was talking to himself the entire way up the steps just now…"

Gillian waved it off. "No, don't be silly. He mumbles to himself all the time."

Clara looked visibly relieved, and the mother smiled, parting the little bit of hair on Emily's head. "Hold still baby girl," she said, knowing the baby didn't care about what she was saying because Emily was an ever moving, happy girl, who hated staying still.

"This almost looks like a two-person job. I know you don't need my help but, I can."

Gillian could tell Clara wanted to, so she let her help. She held Emily in her lap and Clara put in the two little pigtails, making funny faces at Emily the entire time. "Things truly are much easier with two sets of hands."

"Cal helps you with most things, right? And you two have your nanny…" it was clear to Gillian that Clara didn't remember Anna's name, which was fine.

"He does, and we do. With the little one being so mobile now, sometimes I feel like it doesn't matter how many sets of hands I have helping though."

Clara didn't really know because she doesn't have children, however, could tell just from seeing the parents in the office and being in their home last night and this morning. Gillian and Cal had an amazing system, she didn't mind helping out though.

The rest of the morning seemed to fly by and before anyone knew it, they were saying goodbye to Clara. The blonde felt a bit unsure once again, because last night Emily was asleep, and even though she really tried to not get attached, she did.

Not knowing if she could, in her mind, properly say goodbye to the couple caused her to feel even more unsure. Gillian put Emily in the car and then gave Cal a little shove forward so he could kiss Clara first.

Gillian almost told Cal they should take the day off and bring Clara right back into their house watching them kiss, it made her feel dizzy with want. She then stepped into Clara's personal space, wrapping her arms around the blondes' neck deepening the kiss. If she didn't stop herself, they would have ended up back in their bedroom.

"We'll talk to you later, love," Cal said as he closed Clara's car door. Gillian was already in the car with Emily, and she waved her final goodbye.

"What are you thinking, darling?" Cal asked, although it was pointless because he already knew.

Gillian looked down at the hand on her thigh and laced her fingers with her husband's. Part of her almost felt badly for feeling the way she did, while the other part of her knew Cal wouldn't mind in the least; not to mention, this has happened in the past.

"You'd like another night with Clara, just like myself, huh love?"

Her head turned to see the smirk on Cal's face and laughed a bit. "You seem pretty smug about that answer."

"Why are you embarrassed about it, love?" Cal asked, ignoring what she just said.

Gillian herself didn't know the answer to that so she shrugged. If she had to guess, it stemmed from them deciding in the beginning, this would be a one and done thing with the women they had over. Clara would be the third woman she and Cal wanted over again though, and the first since Emily.

The baby was another reason that came to mind. Gillian knew psychologically what Emily could and will remember, but thinking ahead to when she can remember already made the mother nervous about the very secret part of their life.

"You don't know, do you?" Cal asked, seeing his wife deep in thought. Because he knew her so well, Cal oftentimes didn't need to see her face to know what she was feeling. Being in the car and driving made things harder, however, he was still right on the money.

"I do not," Gillian answered honestly. "I have some thoughts though." She went on to tell Cal what she was feeling and thinking.

Gillian often needed time to process things her own way before she and Cal spoke about it however, there were times when they could talk through it like they were doing now. By the time Cal parked, the couple felt confident and comfortable with their current decision, knowing they'd have at least one but possibly two more of them in the coming weeks.

The elevator doors opened, and the couple was stopped by Torres and Loker who were blocking their way. "Where were you two?"

"Did you forget how to use your cell phones?"

"You didn't let anyone know you were going to be late, none of us knew if you were even okay…what if you were hurt?"

"We already went to see Mr. Jacobs and spoke to him this morning; footage is keyed up and ready to go."

"Don't you think we should have known where you were because what if…"

Gillian and Cal listened to the two of them rambling questions and comments back and forth the entire way while walking to Heidi who had way too many messages for the couple, only the last of which they truly cared about.

"…and Ms. Musso asked you to call her back when you had a minute," Heidi finished, handing Gillian her stack of messages as she gave Cal his first.

"Thank you, Heidi. Torres, Loker, please go finish your reports; we will be with you shortly."

Loker and Torres stared at Gillian as if she had ten heads—they had no idea where their bosses were for the twenty minutes they'd been back at the office, making the Lightman's an hour and a half 'late' for the day.

"Oi, you heard Foster, go," Cal said, waving his hand to snap them out of staring and get moving.

The couple then headed in opposite directions, Cal to get them more coffee and Gillian to get Emily settled for the day. Gillian asked Anna to run out to the store for her, completely forgetting to bring more diapers into the office; did they need more? Yes. Did Anna have to go today? No, but Gillian needed a little extra time with her husband.

Was it the most appropriate conversation to have at work? Well, it's definitely not the most inappropriate one they've had here, so it was fine. Cal came into his wife's office with two cups of coffee and looked around, his wife sensing the question, "I sent her out to get more diapers."

"Bloody perfect. So, a message already," he winked.

Gillian took her cell phone out of her purse and saw Clara hadn't just called the office, there was a text message waiting for her as well. She held it up and twisted her hand to signal there was something on it that Cal would want to see, and he leaned forward to grab it.

"No baby, you can't have any of this, it's yucky," Gillian said, gently moving Emily's, tiny, but strong hand off her mug.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba," she babbled with a giggle.

"Ma-ma, say mama Em," Gillian tried, while waiting for her husband to open the text message. She knew it wouldn't take that long and looked up to see his darkened eyes. "That good?"

"See for yourself, love," Cal said, putting the phone on his wife's desk and taking the baby, holding her over his head. "Say dada princess, da-da."

Gillian took the phone and read the message—it was rather long, and Gillian assumed Clara felt more comfortable putting her thoughts and feelings in writing rather than saying them out loud which was fine: it was difficult to navigate something like this, so she and Cal understood.

I really enjoyed myself last night and this morning with you and Cal…Emily too but it feels a bit wrong to lump her in with everything else. I feel like you two are a drug that I really, really need and want more of. I know you have rules that I respect, maybe we could still be friends though because I loved spending time with someone so stunning in every way. ; ) I don't want to be this needy person though. I'd just really love to at least be your friend…and more.

When Gillian looked up, Cal smirked, "You are absolutely stunning, love."

"Are you sure she wasn't talking about you?" she laughed.

"All you, Gill. I think we should…"

Cal rolled his eyes when a knock on the door interrupted his thought. "Yes Eli?" she said, edge there, already because she was very distracted by the text and her husband.

"Torres and I are waiting to go over what we've got, what are you two doing?"

"I am holding my daughter," Cal announced, holding Emily over his head again—she loved flying in daddy's arms and always giggled.

"We will be there in a few minutes, Loker. Did you finish the reports I asked you for yesterday?"

Gillian knew she had him and shook her head as he ducked out of Gillian's office and then took off running because he knew he was in trouble. Loker always did so many side projects that the work they actually asked him to do sometimes got pushed to the side.

"I swear we have three children sometimes."

"I know love," Cal agreed. "I'll take Emily and we will go see what Loker and Torres have." He said their names in a softer voice to the baby, not adding the uncle and aunt Gillian would, be she appreciated the sentiment.

"I will keep them busy for a while so you can make whatever callbacks you need to, love," he finished.

"It's almost time for her nap, why don't you leave her with me honey."

Cal looked at the time and realized his wife was right, and peppered kisses to Emily's temple—even though the baby was constantly with them, he too didn't like leaving her. She was growing up so quickly and neither were truly okay with it.

Once the plan was made, Cal walked closer to hand the baby over and leaned down to kiss Gillian before he left his wife's office. Gillian looked at the pile of notes she had again and decided what phone calls were most important and which ones could wait until a little later.

Before making any calls though, she sent a text back to Clara.

We enjoyed you too. You're a beautiful woman; one we'd love to see again ; ) I will talk to you later, expect my call.

Putting down her cell phone, she picked up her work phone and started making the necessary callbacks after nursing Emily to sleep for her first nap. As Gillian was working, Clara was buzzing with excitement—she couldn't believe she was going to get another night with them.

She was literally sitting on the edge of her couch after sending the text to Gillian because she was so nervous; what if they didn't even want to be friends with her? What if she never saw them again? Was she some pathetic one-night stand who developed real feelings embarrassingly fast?

Receiving the text back, Clara was freaking out because she was so excited. Cal was extremely sexy to her but Gillian, my gosh, Clara was obsessed with the woman. She wasn't just beauty and brains, she was kind, thoughtful, passionate, sexy as hell, and Clara had to stop herself from driving to the Lightman Group, shoving Gillian against the wall, and having her way with the woman.

Clara knew the rules, she did. Truthfully, she had never felt such strong emotions so quickly before and it made her a little nervous. Falling for the human lie detector and the gorgeous psychologist meant they would be able to read her and read her easily. Instead of driving over and 'getting in the way' while they worked, Clara decided to try and tame her feelings.

A few weeks went by, and things were going well for the family. Cal attended multiple mommy and me classes with Gillian and Emily, loving seeing his daughter so excited while participating in the planned activities, and did not care there were only two other dads in the class.

Emily was thriving, holding herself up on more and more, surpassing milestones, and taking a few steps if Gillian or Cal held her hands keeping her up as she moved her feet. It was too cute however, only made Gillian more and more upset; all she wanted to do was keep Emily small forever.

Work had been so busy that the Lightman's could only exchange texts and phone calls with Clara, something they all liked, even though they would prefer to see each other in person. That being said, with the sexy messages from Clara, Cal and Gillian had some amazing sex in the last few weeks though.

Today was Thursday and the Lightman's were on their way to work, wishing it was Friday. They were feeling ready for the weekend because in mid-January, it was so dang cold which meant staying inside and snuggling up by the fireplace as a family was something they were looking forward to.

Gillian had Emily in her arms while in her husband's office, talking to him about a few different cases when suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Gillian instinctually covered Emily's head with her hand, while lowering herself to the ground, as Cal rushed over to them to make sure his girls were okay.

Emily was screaming, tears streaming down her face, clearly afraid, just like her parents who had no idea what was going on. Cal helped Gillian up and over to the couch and then looked out the window to see what had happened, eyes widening as he saw a bus on fire on the street below their building.

Torres and Loker ran into Cal's office after hearing a loud bang, trying to figure out what was going on. What neither of them expected to see first was a hysterical baby, and both their bosses trying to comfort her. Emily's screams filled the room and Gillian was doing the best she could to comfort her while Cal comforted them both.

"Oi, one of you go get Em's blanket."

Ria took off running into Emily's playroom and found the baby's blanket still in her stroller, grabbed it, ran back, and handed it to Cal. Whenever Emily became overstimulated, overtired, or extremely unhappy, being tucked away and under her blanket while snuggled against mommy made her feel safe.

Cal put the blanket over his daughter and wife, Gillian pulling the sides up to form a little tent around her shoulders so she could peak in and look into Emily's eyes and 'block out the world' for her daughter. "You're okay baby girl, mommy's got you," she said, stroking her cheek.

Emily was sucking on her pacifier, looking up at mommy, rubbing her face against Gillian while holding a fistful of her shirt, slowly but surely calming down after being so scared. When Emily was this upset, it didn't matter if daddy was there too, she only cared about seeing and being with mommy.

Knowing they were going to be on the case, Cal started figuring out the best way to handle this because normally, Gillian was perfectly okay to work while periodically checking on the baby/nursing her to sleep however, he didn't think that would be the case today. Emily was far too scared, with good reason, and he'd prefer Gillian stay with her and out of harm's way.

Cal's phone rang and as he already assumed, they were on the case. He told Torres and Loker what the plan was and then made sure his girls were taken care of before they all left. Gillian could do plenty of work at the office while keeping the baby with her and more importantly: safe.

"Please be careful," Gillian said, a hand cupping her husbands' face. "You have two of us now who need you to come back in one piece."

Cal smiled and kissed his wife, "I'll be fine love, I promise to…"

"Oh my gosh," Gillian interrupted.

Cal didn't know what was wrong until his wife told him Clara had a meeting downtown today, in the office building across the street from them. Gillian sent her a text to make sure she was okay, feeling nervous about the blonde and the fact her husband had to go out and solve this.

"We're ready when you are, Lightman," Torres said from the door.

"Give me a minute," he said, still sitting on the couch with his wife and daughter.

He knew his wife was nervous he was leaving; he too was nervous but not because of the reason she was, he was nervous about leaving them here alone seeing as he wouldn't be there and neither would Ben, Ria or Eli.

"Let me know when you hear from her," Cal said, feeling anxious about the blonde too.

"I will."

"When I leave, give her a call and tell her to come here so I'll know you two are here with Em. It's safer up here." Truth be told, Cal would prefer Clara to be with his girls because he could tell his wife was feeling incredibly anxious.

They may sometimes choose to put themselves in situations that aren't the safest, but that was before Gillian was pregnant. Since then, Cal only gets in people's faces, which could be a bit unsafe in itself however, he's more cautious because of Emily. Knowing this could take some time to solve, he'd prefer Gillian not spend all this time alone with Emily and worrying about him.

Gillian nodded and pressed a kiss to Emily's temple, worry still present in her body regarding their daughter because she was so scared. "I promise I'll be safe; we have a lot of life to live together love," Cal said gently, his arm still around his wife.

"I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

With that, he stood up after kissing his girls and took off to go get this done. Gillian called Clara and left her a voicemail, hoping the reason she didn't answer was because of the meeting and not anything dangerous, and then focused on the baby.

She also sent a text to Anna, who was still out getting diapers, asking her if she was okay—once Gillian knew she was, she let her know she didn't need to come back today because they were leaving early. Were they actually? No. But it made sense to Anna, which was all that mattered.

Clara had just made it up to the twelfth floor of the building across the street from her favorite couple when she jumped back at the sound coming from down below. Moving closer to the window, her eyes went wide seeing a bus on fire, people in the nearby vehicles getting out of their cars with cuts and gashes—it was very scary.

Here she was in this building for business and the only thing she wanted to do was bypass everyone in her way to go check on the Lightman's. Clara frowned thinking of the poor little baby who without a doubt, would be terrified, as she'd have no idea what was happening. Here she was an adult, and she barely knew what was going on.

She was just about to text them when someone called her name. Turning around, Clara was face to face with the secretary, and told the person she was here to see today was ready for her. Clara wasn't sure if a meeting was the best idea right now, not when her mind was racing with way too many thoughts.

After the introductions, Clara did something she's not necessarily proud of, and walked out after lying to the man she was here to see. There was no way she could just sit through a meeting as if nothing had happened, especially when she was across the street from the people she wanted to see most.

Digging through her purse, she whipped out her phone and saw multiple text messages and a missed call from Gillian. Fearing the worst, she called her back without listening to the voicemail.

Ten minutes after Cal left, Gillian's phone rang, and she answered immediately.

"Hi, are you okay? Did you already finish your meeting?"

"Am I okay?" Clara exclaimed; she thought Gillian was crazy asking about her when she was the one with the baby. "Are you okay? How are Cal and the baby? She must have been so afraid…"

She then realized maybe she should have listened to the voicemail Gillian left because she would have known the answers to these questions. Her panicked brain didn't think that far ahead though—she was too worried.

"We are okay. I have my little snuggle bug here with me, and Cal is out trying to solve this. I'm guessing from the time you did not attend your meeting," Gillian responded, after looking at the clock.

"What's your definition of attending a meeting?" Clara laughed. "I'm still in the building across the street, would it be okay for me to pop by or is that not okay? I understand if you'd prefer I go home instead; I do respect the rules and your boundaries."

"Don't be silly. I left you a voicemail to head this way when you were done, to keep the baby and me company. Please be safe out there though."

Clara smiled; Gillian was always so thoughtful, and she was going to get to see her. "I'll be careful, and right over."

Gillian met Clara by the elevator, telling Heidi before the blonde got here that Anna wasn't coming back today, and she was about to put the baby down so she needed a hold on her calls. Gillian was certain Cal would be the only one calling her about this case as Loker and Torres knew Emily was beyond scared due to the explosion and felt comfortable holding her calls for now.

When Clara shut the door behind them, she wanted more than anything to be close to Gillian, but the baby was still in her arms, and she wasn't sure if it was 'allowed'. The mother saw the internal struggle and walked over to Clara, mindful of Emily, and hugged her.

Clara took a deep breath, keeping Gillian close, and felt dizzy with need inhaling her perfume. She honestly wanted to buy it so she could spray it on her pillow but realized that might be taking things too far, too quickly.

"BA-BAAA," Emily squealed, feeling happier now and effectively cutting off the hug she was in the middle of.

The women laughed and Gillian was already feeling better. Emily was doing much better than she was a half hour ago, and now she knew Clara was okay—the only thing that could make the day better was having Cal back here and out of harms way.

Sitting down on the couch, Gillian continued the conversation the two were having on the phone. "You asked what I considered to be the definition of a meeting, what happened with yours?"

"I lied," Clara exclaimed. "They were acting as if nothing had just happened and there was no way I could focus, especially knowing you were all here and something so dangerous happened right outside."

"That's awful. How could anyone ignore what happened?"

"I have no idea; my mind was racing, and I could not understand how everyone over there could be so nonchalant."

They spoke about what the meeting was supposed to cover before Gillian checked in her own way to make sure Clara was okay seeing the devastation outside. It still got to her, even though the work she and Cal do exposes them to the horrors of the world unfortunately often, but she had a better 'tolerance', for lack of a better word.

A phone call interrupted their conversation and while Gillian spoke to Cal, Clara was interacting with Emily who was still on her mommy's lap because even though she was happier, she wasn't ready to leave the extra comfort.

"Okay honey, I will let you know. Please be safe," she said, ending the call.

"Everything okay?"

Gillian made a face and Clara could tell things weren't completely okay, but nothing else has happened…yet.

It was shocking to Gillian how comfortable Emily was with Clara; not because she wasn't a great woman, just because Emily wasn't that comfortable with many people. Mommy and daddy, obviously. Anna, only because she had to be. Torres and Loker were a safe bet too, but not to hold her now that she truly recognizes whose arms she wants to be in.

Clara though, Emily crawled right into her lap the night she came over for dinner, and the next morning as well when playing with her toys. After Cal called, Gillian was able to do some of the research needed from her computer and put Emily down on the carpet with some toys, and Clara sat on the floor with her.

Gillian was prepared to have to pick Emily right back up, however, she was doing well being able to see mommy while playing with Clara. The news was on, tv muted though, so Gillian could keep an eye on things and Clara immediately looked up, Emily still in her lap, when she gasped.

Not facing the tv, Clara stood up with Emily when she saw the mother sitting at her desk, paralyzed with fear. Clara realized when she was upright that it had been an extremely long time since she held a baby, quite possibly back in high school when she babysat, and was hoping Emily wouldn't lose it being in her arms.

"Gillian," Clara said, approaching the desk on the side she was on. "Gillian, honey…what's wrong?"

Emily's little legs were really working, kicking in Clara's arms and babbling away, the plush book she was playing with now in her mouth—something that would normally get the mother's attention because she's just too cute, didn't even make her blink.

Clara touched her shoulder, hoping she would snap out of it, rubbing down her arm a bit and back up. "Gillian, hey, can you talk to me?"

It was Emily's squeal that brought Gillian out of her spiraling thought process. On the phone, Cal told her where he was going next for the case, and she just happened to look up at the tv when they were reporting on the second bomb which happened to be the location where her husband and the father of her daughter is.

Instinctually, Gillian reached out and took Emily from Clara, holding her close, and never wanting to let go. Clara sat against Gillian's desk and reached forward, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen, behind Gillian's ear.

Gillian pointed to the tv, where they were still reporting on the second bombing—Clara felt sick to her stomach knowing that's where Cal told Gillian he would be. Knowing she needed to be the one to provide Gillian with the support the mother desperately deserved and needed, she put on a brave face.

"How about we go sit on the couch," Clara suggested. She wrapped her arms around them gently, helping Gillian stand on wobbly legs and led her over to the couch, sitting exceptionally close so she could continue to comfort the woman.

"I need him to be okay," Gillian whispered, running her fingers through Emily's hair. She was beyond upset—nothing can prepare you for seeing something so devastating on the news, and knowing your husband, best friend, business partner, lover, and father of your child was in the same location.

Clara choked back her tears for Gillian and wiped the mothers before they could drip onto the baby's head. "I know sweetie, he's coming home to you two."

"I can't do this without him," she said, finally making eye contact with Clara, tears fresh in her eyes.

Gillian, with the help of Clara, sent Cal 12 texts messages, called him 5 times and had yet to receive a response. Clara herself also sent 3 text messages, not calling because she was using Gillian's to call.

It had been nearly thirty-five minutes of the two women sitting on the couch, Gillian still in a paralyzing trance while attempting to keep Emily calm as she sensed the distress in her daughter, and still…no word from Cal.