Wyatt POV:

When Emma and Lilie ran off to have their girls night I was content to just stay in and wait for her to come home. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Devon and I should have a guys night. I smiled and walked out of the guest bedroom that Emma and I had been calling home since my money ran out and I couldn't afford my house anymore. Sure at some point we will have to find another apartment but for now we had enough on our plates. I wandered out into the living room and found Devon watching tv on the couch. Apparently Lilie had made him take the one out of his room so he would pay attention to her. Smart girl.

"Hey" I said as I walked in front of the television, because it was the only was he was going to listen to anything I said. He dodged to the side to see if he could still see and smiled smugly when he learned he could. So I turned around and turned it off.

"Hey man, not cool" He said and jumped up from the couch. I chuckled and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Move man" he said with a warning tone clear in his voice and I laughed outright. I opened my arms in a 'come get me' gesture and suddenly his fist collided with my face.

"That's for stealing Emma from me." He yelled then hit me again. "That's for taking her away when I needed her most." He swung again but I sidestepped this time and he hit air. Tears streamed down his face and he angrily scrubbed them away, trying to hide his pain from me, the one who caused it. I frowned as his shoulders shook with the effort not to explode.

I wrapped my arms around him and he struggled, trying to get away. He yelled, not words but sounds of anger and resentment. I hadn't been aware that he held me responsible for taking Emma away until now, and the knowledge hit me hard. Had I really taken someones love away from them?

"Let me go" he yelled at me but I held on tight as he continued to sob and struggle in my arms. Until finally he slowed down and let me hug him, crying in my arms. The hug was a simple gesture of kindness, something he desperately needed, nothing more. He finally hugged me back and his tears slowed. I loosed my arms and pulled back to see his face.

"I can't seem to not hate you" he said quietly, not meeting my eyes. I let go of him and sat on the couch. He followed me but still refused to meet my gaze. I frowned again as I touched my now swollen and sore face. I was sure I had a black eye and it would be a pain to explain to Emma.

"Sorry." He said and glanced over at me, noticing for himself the damage he had done to my face. "But please don't tell anyone about this." He said weakly and I nodded. I was an affectionate guy, knowing that a hug almost always made things better. But it was clear he didn't see it the same way as I did. Which was totally fine.

"Thanks for that though" He said and looked at me, I mean really looked at me. I think this was the clearest we had seen eachother since we met. And unfortunately we both had a negative outlook on each other because of how we met. I nodded again and offered a half smile. My jaw ached and I winced. Which effectively caused him to flinch.

"It's fine man, I had it coming" I joked and he laughed. The tension that had been building between us had finally been resolved.

"You're alright, you know that?" He said and I chuckled. That was quite the compliment coming from him. "And I didn't really mean what I said about you stealing Emma from me. We were already too far gone when you got here." He looked down at the floor and then back up at me, offering a sympathetic smile. I waved it off and laughed again.

"Its all good, just so long as you give me a warning before you swing at me again. Boy do you pack a punch when you're angry" He laughed along with me and I turned the tv back on. We chilled out watching random movies until the girls got home and we parted with a knowing glance.

"Oh my goodness what happened to your face?" Emma exclaimed and she grabbed ahold of my chin and turning my face toward the light so she could see better.

"Nothing babe" I smiled and kissed her, "Let's go to bed"

Devon POV:

"I have something important to tell you before we go any further in this relationship." Lilie said and my heart stopped. I swear to god, if she was married. "I'm not married." she said, instantly relieving me. I loved it when she did that, read my mind basically. I smiled hesitantly and nodded, telling her to continue. She smiled back and looked down at her hands that she had folded in her lap. She looked up at me and groaned, folding herself over on the bed and putting her face onto the bedspread. I laughed and poked her in the ribs causing her to leap back up and shove me over. I grinned and pushed her back.

"Tell me, you know you can tell me anything" I grabbed her hand and held it, smiling at her to reassure her. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes and my smile slightly fell. She noticed and her fake smile disappeared altogether. She grabbed my other hand and twisted so that our knees were touching. She looked me straight in the eyes and began.

"I know that your daughter passed away" she started and I winced, my heart tingling. I tried to smile through the pain and she winced as well. "And I assume that at some point you'll want to have more kids" She tried to  continue her attempt at a smile but she failed and a tear touched her eye.

I nodded and knew that it was true. I did want kids someday, not immediately, but someday. She frowned and I encouraged her to continue by squeezing her hand.

"I can't have kids" She said and my jaw dropped. She saw and she looked absolutely crushed. Tears fell from her eyes and I felt terrible. "I'm sorry" She cried and tried to remove her hands from mine.

"No, honey. Don't be sorry." She continued crying and I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. "Shh" I soothed her and waited until she calmed down. When her breathing slowed I leaned back to look at her face. "Now, what do you mean?" I asked calmly.

"When I was sixteen I was raped." My jaw dropped but I quickly closed it, not wanting to upset her. I nodded silently for her to continue and squeezed her hand again. "My parents were super strict, there was no way their perfect daughter could come home and say she was pregnant. So I panicked. I asked my closest friend where I could an abortion dirt cheap. She brought me to a warehouse and told me to use the name Eva to get it for free." A tear slipped down her cheek, grief for the child that could have been. She took a deep breath and her voice was shaky but I kept waiting for more, I had to know the rest of the story.

"They did it, and I left. My friend picked me up and she let me sleep over at her house and just cry. I was so upset that I thought the nausea and the headaches were normal. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and finally I asked my parents to bring me to the doctors. Of course the figured out very quickly that I had had an abortion but they kept it quiet and away from my parents. I was so grateful, but they couldn't hide it for long because I was sick. Really sick." She paused for a moment to look at me, her eyes swimming in tears and I almost cried myself.

"What happened?" I croaked out. She frowned even deeper and continued on with her story.

"I had a fever, an infection in my uterus. From the botched abortion. Thats right, they didn't even take the baby out. They killed it and then left it in there." She scoffed and rolled her eyes to keep from crying even more. "They had to remove my uterus, so now its impossible for me to have a baby. Theres nothing for it to grow in." She pushed her way into my arms repeating the words 'Im sorry' over and over again. I hugged her tightly and tears fell from my eyes. Her pain was in no way comparable to mine, she had lost so much more and in different ways than me.

"We will make it through" I looked her straight in the eyes and she fell against me again. I kissed her forehead and looked blankly out into the window.