Greya's POV...

This is new to me. Waking up next to a warm body, my own body surrounded with Becker's arms and legs. We're completely wrapped up in each other. His slow breaths whisking over the skin on my neck. His head is buried into my shoulder and I realize he's sleeping.

Makes me happy knowing he felt comfortable enough to close his eyes while lying with me. He trusts me and that's an enormous accomplishment for him. I don't dare move because he needs the sleep and I don't want to wake him.

"Grey, can we have chocolate chip pancakes?" Oh Chase.

Becker's eyes fly open, searching his surroundings until his irresistible eyes land on me and he realizes where he is.

"Kids," I smile at him and he chuckles.

"Yeah, kids," he chuckles back, leaning his head forward and kissing my cheek.

He pulls me into his body again, brushing his hand up and down my arm and then kissing my neck.

"How are you this morning after everything last night?" I ask him.

"Better," he kisses my forehead next. "I'm glad I shared all of it with you...I'm glad I have you with me and you didn't ask me to leave."

My turn to kiss him. "I meant what I said to you last night, every word, handsome."

"Grey?"

"Coming, Chase!" I yell back.

"We should probably make those boys some pancakes," Becker hugs me one more time before we both sit up.

"How's your ankle?" I watch him massage it and try to move it around.

"Stiff but doesn't hurt as much. I think I'll try walking around on it."

I'm not going to question his judgement when it comes to how his body heals, he's been delt with much worse at the hands of Jack.

I know he's not going to want me to watch him limp down the stairs, so I offer to meet him in the kitchen.

Chase is reading Alec one of his comic books at the kitchen table when I get down there.

"How did you guys sleep?" I ask them both.

"Great, thank you," Alec's so polite. "Yeah, we slept great. Can we have bacon too please?" Chase has manners too, I'm proud about that.

"Sure, buddy. I'll make pancakes and bacon. Alec, there's OJ in the fridge if you'd like some."

"Thanks Greya."

As soon as I begin cooking, Becker limps into the kitchen without his crutches. "Don't worry Love, it doesn't feel so bad."

He walks up behind me and leans in for another kiss. His hands roaming from my shoulders down to my waist , and he hugs me from from behind.

Becker may not be ready to say he loves me, but he's doing everything to show me that he does. I'm impressed and in awe of how he's been able to overcome some of his obstacles. In time, he'll be able to overcome them all and I'll be here to help him.

"Eat up boys, I made too many." I place the large amount of pancakes in front of them.

"There's no such thing as too many pancakes, right Alec?"

"That's right buddy," Alec playfully nudges Chase in the shoulder.

"Want to stay the rest of the weekend?" I lean closer to Becker. I like having them around and so does Chase.

He rubs my back and kisses my temple. He's so affectionate this morning, like he's giving me what he wasn't fortunate to have all these years. He's stoped shaking around me too, after last night, he's no longer anxious of simple physical contact with each other. We have plenty of time for the bigger stuff.

"We'd love to stay. We both have practices though. Don't worry, I'll be watching not playing," He's holding my hand now.

"We can stop at home to shower and get more clothes after and be over by dinner?"

"Yes! Please stay over tonight too Alec!" Chase blurts out, making us laugh.

I stand up from the table. Becker still has my hand in his. "The cook doesn't clean, so you boys have kitchen duty," I smile over at Alec. He nudges Chase again and stands up, grabbing all the plates.

"Come on Chase, I'll wash and you dry," he tells Chase. Alec is so good at including him in everything.

Becker stand up too and leads me into the living room. "Can you wrap my ankle for me, Love?" He hands me the ace bandage and we walk over to the couch.

I take a seat onto the coffee table, facing him while he sits on the couch. Usually, he's hesitant when he knows I'm about to put my hands on him, but like I said, he's different since last night, calm actually.

I lift his foot and gently place it on my thigh and begin wrapping around his ankle and foot. The swelling's gone down and only some bruising to his outer ankle is present.

"Thanks Grey, for everything," his smile bright and inviting that I quickly climb up on his lap, my thighs straddling his and my hands gently grab his face, pulling his lips to mine.

Our kiss is slow and passionate and if the boys weren't in the other room, I'd try out a little more with him.

His hands cradle my face too until we break our kiss and lean our foreheads together while we catch our breath.

"I love you," I say and he smiles. "Is this okay?" I ask him to make sure I'm not pushing him too hard.

"It's perfect. You're perfect, Grey." He kisses me again.

"I'm trying to be better for you, I'll never stop trying. And I know I have a lot of issues, I'm just glad you still accept me."

"You're perfect to me too Beck, flaws and all, I love you for you. Don't ever forget that."

Chase and Alec stroll into the room and I'm happy Chase can't see us in this position. I quickly get up off Becker's lap and offer him my hand to help him up.

Alec and Chase fist bump, then Alec ruffles Chase's hair. "I'll see you tonight, we can read more comics books," he says to Chase.

Alec turns to me. "Thank you Greya. I'll wait out in the car Beck."

Chase runs upstairs to his room and when I hear his door shut, Becker steps closer to me and pulls me into his chest, his arms snake around my shoulders and he hurries his face in the crock of my neck. He loves me too, he doesn't need to tell me because I feel it.

"I'll call you after practice and let you know when we're on our way over," he kisses me one last time before leaving.

Chase and I need a little quality time together, so I decide to take him to his favorite art gallery. This is not your typical art gallery, this one's filled with sculptures that he can touch. Some brilliant artist came up with the idea so that the visually impaired can enjoy the experience. Chase loves it.

We spend two hours there before we drive back home. The guys should be done practice by now, so Becker should be texting or calling any minute. For some reason I've had an anxious feeling in my stomach all day and not hearing from him yet is making it worse.

"Hey buddy, why don't you pick out some comic books and maybe another movie for you and Alec tonight? I'll be in the kitchen working on dinner."

"Sure Grey!" He runs up to his room.

Pasta sounds good for tonight, so I begin boiling water and making garlic bread. Thirty minutes later my cell phone rings.

"Hey Love. Sorry I took so long to call. I needed some time with Alec to tell him about everything." His voice sounds sad and I feel so bad for them.

"Oh, B, how are you handling it? How is Alec?"

Good thing I cooked pasta, it's easy to reheat for the guys when they get here.

"He was upset at first, not at me, but at our mother and Jack. He said he always wondered why Jack always came after me first and not him. Now he wants me to get him back to your house so we can forget about all this for a night."

"I'm so sorry you both are going through this. Please tell him he can come to me and talk any time he needs."

"Thanks Love. I do have some good news to share with you though!" His tone upbeat I can't wait to hear about it.

"Really? What is it?"

Suddenly there's a bunch of loud noise in the background. I can't quite make out what it is except for Alec yelling.

"Becker!" I hear Alec frantically shout.

"Shit!" Becker says next.

"Beck, what is it? What's wrong?" He doesn't respond and I think I hear his phone being placed on top of a table or bureau. Everything horrible that could go wrong races through my mind. That sick feeling in the pit of my stomach returns full force.

"Beck?" I yell into the phone. No answer, only voices in the distance.

"Grey?"

"Yeah, Beck, I'm here. What's wrong?" More loud voices and things being slammed around. My worst fears begin to paralyze me.

"I love you Greya," he says. What is happening?

"I'm sorry I've been too fucked up to tell you sooner, but you need to know I love you, I always have. Thank you for showing me what love is and believing in me!"

"Beck! You're scaring me!" I start crying. Something's seriously wrong.

"Becker! You need to come down here now!" Alec demands.

"I love you," he confesses one last time before the line goes dead.

What do I do? My fingers quickly type in Cohen's number.

"Hello?"

"Cohen!" He notices I'm upset.

"Greya? You ok?"

"No, it's Becker and Alec. Something is going on at their house right now! We need to go there! We need to call the police." I'm frantic.

"Grey, calm down, that's not a good idea."

"Yes it is! Becker just called me and there was shouting and so much noise and Alec was scared! We need to help them, I don't care if the police take Jack's side later, right now we need to stop him from hurting Becker."

"Okay, Okay, I'll call the police, you pick me up and we'll go over to their house together."

I hang up and text Fynn to come over and watch Chase.

Seconds later, Fynn rushes through the door looking for the emergency. "I can't explain right now," tears streaming down my face, my car keys in hand so he knows I'm going somewhere. Fynn doesn't need an explanation. He nods and heads straight up to Chase's room.

Not sure how speeding in my mustang doesn't earn me a ticket on the way to pick up Cohen. He's standing in his driveway waiting for me.

I barely pull in before he jumps into the passenger seat. "The cops should be there, it's going to be fine." The nauseous feeling I'm experiencing tells me otherwise.

Seven minutes is all it takes for us to reach Becker's street. Cop cars are everywhere and they've blocked off any cars from getting close.

"Pull over here, we can walk,"Cohen instructs.

We manage to sneak by the first two officers who are busy putting up crime scene tape. I grab Cohen's hand for support, fully believing the worst has happened. How long ago was I on the phone with Becker? There's already an ambulance here too.

"Maybe Alec or Becker called the police before I did?"Cohen squeezes my hand knowing he needs the support as well.

We reach his front lawn and can't go any further because  the officer guarding the entrance holds his palms out at us. "I'm sorry but you can't go in there," he says, making something inside me snap.

"I need to go in there! My boyfriend is in there! He needs me!" I try and push past him.

More officers come out, needing to hold Cohen and I back. "Becker? Alec?" I call for them.

"Please let us in there," I beg again.

The chief comes over to us this time. "I'll talk to them," he informs his men. They stay near us, in case we try to bust through again.

"I'm sorry. You don't want to go in there. It's not something either of you should see."

"What do you mean? Where's Becker and Alec? Are they ok?" He doesn't have to answer me when I see the paramedics roll out a body bag. My heart stops while I stare in shock at the second stretcher. A body lies under a white and bloody sheet.

"NO! Beck!" I try to break free. This time it's Cohen's arms around me holding me back while a 3rd body is removed. "No!" I cry and scream and fight in his hold.

Cohen's crying too. He doesn't let go. He holds me tighter as we sob together over the people we've just lost, the people we both love.

This can't be real. Becker loves me, he told me he loves me, he's always loved me as I have him. He can't be gone. I drop to my knees, Cohen too.

Moments later another pair of arms reach around us both and we look up to realize their Cohen's moms arms comforting us. His dad kneeling down with his hand on Cohen's shoulder. How did they know? When did they get here?

"He's gone mom, they're both gone," Cohen chokes out. His mom hugs us tighter. "I know sweetheart, I'm so sorry," she says to us.

"We need to go now," she says next.

"No, I can't leave him," escapes my mouth, when I already know he's the one who's left me.

"I know honey, I know," she rubs my back. "We can't be here now, I'm taking you home with me."

"What about dad?" Cohen asks her.

"He's staying to offer any help. He'll talk to us about everything later." I'm not ready for him to tell us what happened yet or I'll be forced to believe it really did.

Chase! How am I going to tell Chase? This will crush him. He's lost more people in his short 10 years than most people have lost in a life time.

"I can't go home, Mrs. Collins, not tonight!"

"You'll stay with us tonight Greya. You and Cohen need each other."

I turn towards Cohen. He's crying to who ever's on the other end of his cell phone. "We've lost him Declan! Beck and Alec!" My body instinctively moves closer to comfort him. He's hysterical and hyperventilating and I'm in shock and denial.