"Daddy!" Mayzie comes running up to me the second I step outside, onto our back deck. "Mommy, look, it's Daddy!" She squeals when I pick her up, kissing her cheek before resting her on my hip.

"I see that." My wife stands from the child's tea table, slowly approaching me. "Are you feeling better?" She halts her movement in front of me, watching as I kiss Mayzie on the cheek a second time before setting her down, her blonde locks swaying as she runs off.

"I am." I respond to my wife's question, taking a moment to look at her. Her plain white T-shirt stretches across her skin, showing off the growing bump that fills me with pride.

"You scared me." She whispers so our four year old, currently scooping sugar into her tea cup with her hand, can't hear.

"I'm sorry." I frown, thinking about the past two days that I haven't left the room. I knew I was getting ill but I didn't realize my health had gotten so far from me.

Recently, I've had a lot on my mind, my health not being one of them. I've been working, staying in the home office, all day, every day for the past few weeks. I guess the events of Monday left my body more drained than it could handle.

"How are you feeling?" I question, reaching for her stomach. "Not sick, right?" I glance at her and she shakes her head, her hand resting over mine.

"Maybe you should rest for a few more days." She suggests softly, but I hardly hear, too focused on her thumb that's stroking the top of my hand. "Cameron?" Her thumb pauses and I'm able to refocus my thoughts.

"I took the rest of the week off, but I really need to start going into the office." My father agreed to take over for as long as I needed but I think it's time to start easing in to working.

"Daddy!" Mayzie runs up to me, holding out the cup of tea she just had her hand in. "Have some tea!" She pulls a sugar cookie out of the pocket of her pink sundress. "And a cookie!" Her eyes spark with excitement as I, ignoring all the possible germs, pop the cookie in my mouth.

My daughter intently watches me as I chewing, and I smile at her. "That was delicious Mayzie, thank you."

"I helped Mommy make them!" She squeals excitedly before bouncing off.

Amelia is about to say something when a very pale looking Zoey comes running out, handing me her phone.

My wife and I are currently the topic of a talk show. My eyes catch the words cheating, amnesia, and divorce before looking at Amelia. Her face drained of color as the host theorizes that she's faking her amnesia so I don't divorce her for cheating.

"What the hell?" I find myself gritting as Amelia snatches my phone from my hand. I don't bother taking it back as I pull my phone from the pocket of my jeans. I paid a hell of a lot of money to keep Amelia's amnesia out of the publicity and I won't let some doctor make a few bucks by giving that information away.

My lawyer, Nick Hastings, answers at the first ring. He was waiting. I grunt approval after he tells me that he can be here in less than an hour, hanging up and glancing at my still pale wife.

"Amelia-" I start to tell her that I'd handle everything, that's she has nothing to worry about, but the guilt written across her face is clear, causing me to stop. "What?"

"Kai stopped by two days ago." She reaches into the back pocket her her faded blue jeans, pulling out a piece of paper. "He took this from my SUV when he responded to the crash." On it is a scan of a post-it note which has a date, a time, and an address in my wife's elegant handwriting.

The only thing odd about is that the time written down is two in the morning. The date makes me look at Amelia. "This is where you were going?"

She nods, still looking fearful. "It's the address to the house Ryan grew up in." My fist flexes at the mention of his name. "He was in town, selling it."

I frown, looking at the paper again, studying it, hoping it will give me the answer as to what she was doing that night. If she had told me she was going out alone at two in the morning I would have said no. If she had told me she was meeting up with Ryan I would have said absolutely not.

Which is why she didn't tell you. My subconscious mocks.

"Okay?" I eventually mutter, hoping she'll give me more details.

"What if the reporter is right?" She questions, nervously wringing her fingers, which I quickly grab. That nervous habit of her has always made me laugh.

"Veronica Mott is not a reporter, she makes money by gossiping and spreading rumors."

"Okay," Amelia rolls her eyes, pulling away and turning her back to me. "But what if it's true?" She questions, so softly, I almost don't hear her. "Not about the amnesia obviously, but the other part?"

The other part?

'Amelia James may be playing the whole amnesia act as a last minute attempt to save her marriage after her husband, billionaire Cameron James, caught her having a wild love affair.'

"The cheating?" I ask, my hands coming to her shoulders but she jerks them off. "Amelia-" I try again, stopping when she turns back to facing me, her crystal orbs full of tears.

"Is it possible?" Her voice breaks and it pulls at my gut. The fear is evident in her eyes and a part of me wants to laugh.

"No," my left hand goes to her hip while my right grips the back of her neck, allowing me to pull her close. Her arms hang limply at her side but I simply pull her as close to me as possible. "That's not possible." I whisper, lightly shaking her as she pulls away, studying my face. "I promise you." My hand on her neck shifts, allowing me to brush my thumb against her cheek bone.

"Stop." I mutter, tightly gripping my husbands wandering hand.

"I missed you today." He whispers into my neck, our spooning position making it easy for his hand to continue its wandering, his lips attaching themselves to my neck.

"We had lunch." I mutter, subconsciously tilting my head to give him better access. My mind may not be in the mood but my body is already begging.

"You know what we didn't have?" He questions, his voice lowering an octave as he tries to seduce me and my eyes roll at his one track mind.

He sits up, yanking the silk bedding off both of our bodies. A very inhuman growl leaves his throat at the site of my lace nightgown. It's black, his favorite color, and leaves almost nothing to his imagination. I don't know why this was what I chose to sleep in, I knew he would react this way.

"Lia, baby," He groans, his lips finding mine, only for a few moments before he abruptly pulls away. "Where are you?"

The moonlight streaming into the room lights his face, showing the concern in his eyes.

"Here." I force myself to laugh, my hands going to his neck, my fingers playing with the few curls there. "Kiss me."

"No." He sits himself up, straddling my waist, but holding his weight, causing his boxer clad thighs to grow taunt. "What's wrong?"

The image from his office this afternoon fills my mind again, sadness filling me.

"Hey," He mutters, his finger brushing my cheek, wiping away a tear. "Why are you crying?"

"When I was leaving your office today," I start, taking a calming breath. I honestly have no idea why I'm so worked up. "And I saw Tom leaving his office with a woman, and it was very clear what had been happening moments earlier."

My husband frowns before chuckling and leaning down to kiss me. "That's his wife, Jennifer, remember you met her." He has a satisfied smile when he pulls made, happy to solve my trouble.

"Cameron, she was a redhead." His smile falters as he rolls off me. Jennifer has gorgeous, raven colored hair. "And much taller." Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean.. I had suspicions but..." I know this is had for him to accept, he's looked up to Tom for years. "I'll fire him." He mutters, shaking his head of whatever he was thinking. "Tomorrow."

A few moments later we find ourselves returned to our spooning position.

I'm still unable to filling understand why I'm so worked up.

"That's not us, right?" I find myself asking, feeling Cameron's arm, the one around my waist, tense. "I mean, Tom loved Jen at on point, maybe he still does"

"No," I feel my husbands head shake against the back of my neck. "That's not love."

He sits up staring down at me, I can see the fire in his eyes causing me to almost shudder.

"Love is a decision, it's deciding to put someone else's happiness before your own at every turn."

All the times he's done that exact thing flash through my mind, my heart filling.

"What if you'd decide not to make that decision any more?" I ask, mentally slapping myself when I see the spark in his eye die down.

"Have you that little trust in me?"

"No," I immediately wish I could take back my silly words. "No, you've proved yourself over and over. I don't worry you'll ever walk away, even for a moment."

"Did this bring up Ryan?" He asks, and I can tell by the way he's tensed, he didn't want to ask. "Are you thinking about when you found out?"

"It's funny," I mutter, reaching above me to stroke his face. "I'm more upset over today than I was over that." His green eyes study me, waiting for my explanation. "My heart knew long before my brain."

He grins the smile that always makes my heart stutter. It's slanted, just barely, and shows the crooked canine on the left side of his mouth.

"Do I need to assure you that I'll always choose you?"

"No, baby," He leans down kissing me tenderly. "Every night, when you choose to share my bed, I'm assured."

"I think.." I pull him back, so that our lips brush, our breaths intertwining. "I need to assure you."

I feel him smile against my lips, his hand gripping my hips as he expertly rolls onto his back, setting me on top of his stomach. "Maybe I do need assurance."

-

"Amelia-" I try to pull her attention from Xander who has steam pouring from his ears.

Wait.

"Xander, what-"

"Audrey did it." The brunette behind him refuses to look up. "I don't know how she knew but there was a shit ton of money transferred to her ban account last night."

"Xander-" Amelia starts but my anger gets the best of me.

"Get her off my property, Xander."

Amelia suddenly marches past me, grabbing Audrey by the arm and stomping into the house.

Okay, what the hell?