Emma POV:

"Please" I heard my hushed voice break the silence seconds before his lips would have touched mine. He didn't move, neither did I, we just froze and I waited for his response.

"Please what Emma?" He asked in a short whisper and I felt tears forming behind my closed eyes. I felt his forehead come to rest against mine and I could tell he was just as confused with his feelings as I was. I knew I loved Wyatt, with all my heart, but there was still somehow a small piece reserved for Devon, feelings that would never leave. I couldn't tell if that was a blessing or a curse.

"Please no, we can't" I finally said and I felt him nod in agreement. But there was still that wanting, almost a need, to see if anything was still there. I moved back and opened my eyes, not really wanting to see him because I knew my resolve would weaken. "Think of Lilie and Wyatt" I continued, mostly to myself, but he nodded again and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. I stood up slowly and looked at my feet, not wanting to just leave but not knowing what to say.

"Look, I'm sorry" He started but I quickly cut him off.

"It wasn't you, if anything it was a joined effort" My attempt at a joke made Devon smile and I cracked a small smile as well. He stood up and walked over to me, putting a finger beneath my chin and forcing me to look him the eyes. He paused for a moment and just stared into my eyes, and I felt absolutley naked beneath his stare. It was as if he could see everything that made me, me. Although it was unnerving, it was a comfortable feeling, for some reason I still trusted this man.

"Once more?" He asked. "For old times sake? Just so we know?" I knew exactly what he wanted, no not wanted, desperatly needed to know. I nodded and slowly, keeping his finger beneath my chin, he brought my lips to his.

A tear rolled down my cheek as everything I had known but not wanted to admit, came true.

Wyatt POV:

My keys rattled in the door and I twisted the door handle, pushing the door inwards. I opened my mouth to call for Emma but the words froze in my mouth. They stood in the middle of the livingroom floor, intertwined, oblivious to the world. My bags fell to the floor and a loud crash made them break apart both turning to the door. Emma's face fell into one of shock and sorrow and Devon's turned to one of stone.

"Wyatt" she cried out and I put up a hand as if to physically push the words away. I turned my head to floor, not only to block out the image presented but to hide the tears filling my eyes. I slowly picked up my bags and turned around in the doorway and walked back out the door, closing it behind me. As I walked back to the car, numb in shock, I willed my beautiful Emma to come flying out the door to explain how it was all a misunderstanding and I could forgive her. And it would be okay.

"Please Emma" I whispered as I sat in my car watching the door of the apartment, holding the key to the ignition and hoping, praying, she would appear. Finally, my hope dwindled and I started the car and drove away. The image of the two of them still fresh in my memory.

Emma POV:

I fell to the ground in a heap as he slowly walked back out the door and got back in his car, he walked slow, in shock. I would be as well if I had just walked in on my fiannce kissing her exfiannce. The words in my mind made me feel sick, and I was the one who committed the crime. Tears streamed from my face and they fell onto my rounded stomach, making dots on the colored tank top I was wearing. I looked up at Devon to see him staring at me, looking at the tears.

"Well aren't you going to stop him?" He asked me in a defeated tone. I looked at him blankly and then realized what he was talking about. Thats why he was walking so slowly, he wanted me to stop him. I stood up quickly and had to stop. My head spun and I fell, almost in slow motion back to the ground. I felt Devons hands try to grab me but only just barely graps me before I landed on my back on the floor.

 "Call an ambulance" I cried before the room spun into a mixture of colors and then slowly faded to black.

Devon POV

I watched as she fell and instinctively I dove to reach her, only just missing. she fell to the ground and I landed on my knees next to her.

"Emma?" I cried as her eyes slowly flickered shut and she forced them open momentarily when she heard my voice.

"Call an ambulance" she said weakly and then her eyes slid shut. Panic rose in my throat and I scrambled to find my phone in my pocket, quickly dialing 911 and praying.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was calm, almost bored.

"She collapsed, she's six months pregnant" the words scrambled in my mouth and I couldn't seem to relay the message.

"What's your address?" I listed the address and she told me to stay on the line and stay right by Emma. Like I was 
going to go anywhere else.

"Are you the father of the baby?" She asked and anger flew through me. if Wyatt had let us explain then none of this would have happened, then again we shouldn't have kissed in the Iraq place. But I refused to regret that.

"No, he's not here right now and I have no way to contact him." my voice was like stone when I talked about him, the woman noticed and quickly changed the subject. Soon the ambulance was here and they ran inside, quickly strapping Emma to a gurney and loading her up into the truck.

"Can I come?" I asked in a panic, I couldn't leave her. The guy saw my face and nodded, letting me in seconds before closing the door and flying towards the hospital. My stomach churned and I grabbed Emma's hand, ignoring the glare the act received. I needed comfort and she was my zen.

When we finally reached the hospital, which seemed like an hour to me but was only about five minutes, they pulled her away from me. Off the ambulance and into the emergency wing, yelling commands to the doctors and nurses inside. I followed quickly even though I wasn't sure if I was even allowed to, because I had no where else to go. The nurse at the desk noticed my distress and pointed to the waiting room.

"But I have to be with Emma" I said, even though I knew it was a lost cause. she shook her head no and pointed to the waiting room again.

"The doctors need to focus on Emma right now, not keeping track of you." her point was a good one but it still hurt. I walked to the waiting room she had pointed to and sat down in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. waiting for news on my Emma.

A few hours later I sat up when a nurse, the same one from earlier, tapped me on the shoulder and awoke me from the dozing sleep I ha been in.

"You can see her now" it was just a few simple words, but enough to make me jump from my seat and eagerly follow her to Emma's room. The first thing I noticed was the window, not Emma or anything else, the window. It had a terrible view, all you could see was an alleyway and a brick wall. I frowned but when I saw Emma I forced a smile onto my face and hope it looked believable. I needed to be strong for her.

"It's got a terrible view doesn't it?" She laughed and I laughed too, but my laugh was harsh and choked. I ended up sounding more like I was dying.

"Are you okay? You gave me quite a scare." I tried to make a joke but I couldn't see it all the way through until I knew she was okay. She smiled a half smile and nodded.

"I'm fine now" she pointed to the IV in her her arm and continued. "I was dehydrated, forgot to drink lots and lots of water." She shrugged it off as if her collapsing was no big deal.

"You sure are something" I said and shook my head. This was one day o would never forget. She smiled at me, Rolled over, and went to sleep. just like that.

"Psst" I whispered. "Emma" she peeked up at me and I motioned to her. "Can I lay down too? The hospital chairs are super uncomfortable and you got a room without a couch." she nodded slowly and scooched over so I had space too.

As I lay down next to her, I can't help but wish that this is what life actually was. That she was mine again.

My eyes drift close and I pull her closer to me, at least I have my dreams.

Wyatt POV

My hand slammed the steering wheel again as I replayed the scene I had walked in on over and over in my head. Why couldn't he get it through his head? She was mine. He had lost and I had won.

A string of swears left my lips and I turned to grab a cd out of the center console. Loud music would drown out the pain. A tear slipped down my cheek and I angrily wiped it away, I didn't want to cry over something like this. it wasn't worth my tears. They still came and I finally just let them fall, the road became fuzzy and my head spun from a combination of tears and loud music.

I pressed the gas pedal down even further, holding onto the wheel but only just barely. I wanted to crash, to spin out of control and die.

"I want to die." I screamed but was barely heard over the music. "I want to die." I repeated it over and over until I was whispering. How ironic that life would be easier if I was dead. There would be nothing to worry about, no pain, no anger. Just a lifetime of whatever death held for me. It had to be better than this, than what I had now.

I glanced down, my eyes still blurred with tears and saw the speedometer. I was going at one hundred and ten miles an hour. I smiled sickly and pushed it further. One fifteen, one twenty, but suddenly memories flashed infront of my eyes. The first time I saw Emma, when she fell asleep in my arms at night, her face when we found out she was pregnant, whispering to the baby and listening intently, her hugs and kisses, everything that was good in my life flashed before me. Reminding me why I should stay. I was so distracted by my epiphany that I wasn't watching when she jumped in front of me.

Her body simply rolled over the top of my car and slammed into the pavement behind me. But her impact caused the car to spin out of control and flip over an over again on its side until it finally rolled to a stop. I lifted my hand and placed it in front of my face, wiggling my fingers. From there I went down the rest of my body, checking for broken bones. None. Not a single sprain. I just had a few scrapes and cuts. I slowly unbuckled my seat belt and realized that the car was sitting on its side, luckily the drivers side was the side down so I didn't fall. I reached up and pushed the crumpled passenger door open above me. Strategically finding footholds and pulling myself out of the car.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, surprised to find it in perfect condition and dialed 911. I quickly told the operator the situation I had found myself in and she tracked my location from the GPS in my phone since I had no idea where I was. Somewhere in the mountains.

"You said someone stepped out in front of you?" The operator questioned me and I could tell she didn't believe me.

"Yes" I answered and she sighed.

"Are you sure it wasn't a deer?" It was my turn to sigh on that one.

"Yes I am sure it wasn't a deer." The lady was annoyed with me I could tell.

"Well can you see the person? They couldn't have walked away." I hung up on her and her sarcastic tone before slowly walking towards where I had hit whatever it was. I followed the tire skid and bits of broken glass for a quarter of a mile before I turned a curve and saw her.

Increasing my pace I ran up to her as fast as I could and turned her over so I could see her face. A shocked gasp filled my lungs.

It was Lilie.