I wake up three hours later when my alarm goes off. My arm is asleep and when I turn around to look why, Shawn has it between his hands, holding it tight, while laying on it with his head like it's a stuffed animal. He's so cute when he sleeps. A couple of curls have fallen onto his forehead, and I find myself softly pushing them away from his forehead.

I try to get my arm back from Shawn but his grip isn't loosening. I need to wake him up to get my arm back. I touch his face. Nothing. I call his name a couple of times. Still nothing. I start pulling at his shoulder, hoping this will wake him up.

'Are you ok?' He asks, finally letting go of my arm.

'Yes, besides you sleeping on my arm.' I shake my arm, trying to remove the stinging pain.

'I'm sorry. What time is it?' He asks sitting up.

His head is sleepy and his eyes are half-open. He looks at me while running his fingers through his hair. He looks so adorable. He lays down on his pillow again and tries to keep his eyes open.

'It's three o'clock. I need to bring my family to the airport.' I stand up and stretch my arms as far as I can.

'Give me two minutes.' He mumbles.

'You can sleep, I'll be back within an hour.' I say as I grab a pair of jeans and a tunic out of my closet.

'Adriana is in the guest room, so if you hear something, it's her. If I were you, I would lock the door, just to be safe.' I say, throwing the key at him.

'Mhm.' He responds while turning around.

I throw the duvet over his body. This still feels so weird, but I decide not to think about it this early in the morning. It's still dark outside, but the light of the living room shines bright in the hallway and the kitchen. Both my dad and Sheila are eating breakfast in the kitchen, my dad just refuses to eat at the dinner table like every normal person.

'Morning.' I yawn as I walk to the kitchen island, taking a seat next to Sheila.

'Good morning dear.' She says rubbing up and down my back.

I put my head on her shoulder and enjoy the warmth of her warm body on this cold morning. I feel comfortable around her, she's the mother figure I've been missing since my mom died.

'Did you have a good night's rest?' My dad says loudly.

'Gerard! Not so loud!' Sheila says.

'Dad, I think we need to see a doctor. Your hearing has deteriorated.' He looks at me with an angry glare. 'I think that's the reason why you're always talking so loudly.' I say.

'I'm not that old.' He says.

'We know that. We just want to help you.' Sheila says.

'I'll visit a doctor in Edinburgh.' My dad finally says.

I drop everyone off at the airport, three hours before their flight leaves. My mom always wanted to be extra early, and my dad also has that ridiculous habit now. I wave them goodbye before driving back home. When I arrive it's still dark outside. I put my car in its usual spot and head to my apartment. The night doorman greets me politely as I walk to the elevator.

I'm tired, but I have to be up in two hours and I know if I go to bed now, I'll sleep through my alarm and that's the last thing I want. I walk to the kitchen and make a cup of tea before turning the television on and watching a bullshit show.

At six-thirty, I walk to my room and grab a dark blue suit from my closet. I need to get ready for work. Shawn wakes up when I close the door of my closet.

'Where are you going?' He asks.

'Some people still have to work dear.' I say, sounding like Sheila.

'I need to go to the gym.' He stands up.

Shawn takes his shirt off and can't help but stare at his body. His boxer is visible at the edge of his pants. He's wearing a Calvin Klein boxer and I can see the trail of hair at the bottom of his stomach disappearing in the top of his boxer. He pulls the hoodie he was wearing yesterday over his head. I look away and focus on my own clothes. I forgot to grab socks.

'I need to go, but I'll call you today. We need to pick a date for the date.' He says with a smile.

He puts his arms around me and squeezes me against his body.

Shawn's POV

I let go of her body and she just stands there, looking at me with her blue suit in her hand. Fuck, those suits look so good on her body. Because of the blouses she wears underneath them, her full breasts always bounce when she walks, and it's so fucking hot. I need to get out of this apartment, I need to go to the gym and I need to find my father. He called me six times.

'I'll text you.' I say before leaving the apartment.

She doesn't respond and I just close the door behind me. It's early, I know, and maybe it would look weird I left so quickly. When I stand in the elevator I notice I'm still wearing my sleep pants, my jeans are still at her place.

'Where are you?' I ask when my dad picks up the phone.

'I'm right around the corner.' He says.

'What the fuck! Why?' I don't like it when he acts like this.

I run through the lobby, and I'm happy to see that Sam the doorman - slash bodyguard - is not working yet. When I leave the building and walk toward the next street I see my father leaning against the bricks of the building.

'Why are you here?' I ask again.

'I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing, sleeping over at your goddamn lawyer's place!' My dad yells.

'She's not my lawyer anymore!' I yell back.

'You did not fucking fire her!'

'I did because I fucking wanted to. I'm a grown man, leave me alone!' I say before walking away.

'Don't forget who you're talking to.' My dad says, this time calm.

'What if the case reopens again, huh? What are you going to do?' He says and I keep walking away from him.

'That won't happen. You know I didn't kill him. I say, suppressing my anger.

'You better take care of that then.' He turns around and walks away.

He always gets on my nerves and I really need to go to the gym to relax. I walk to the parking lot behind Beth's building and open the door of my Range Rover, driving back to Amsterdam.

Elizabeth's POV

Why did he leave all of a sudden? Yesterday he wanted to stay over and today he just left as quick as he could. It's weird. I text him, asking if everything is ok. Within a couple of seconds, he texts me back.

'Heading to the gym. Everything's fine here.' He responds.

I guess he's ok then. I walk to the bathroom and straighten my hair before putting on my suit. I decide to wear my glasses today, I didn't sleep a lot tonight, so contact lenses would only hurt my eyes. I don't really know if Adriana needs to attend school today or not, but I decide to wake her up anyway. She's grumpy and rude when I drag her to the kitchen.

'Do you have school today?' I ask.

'No.' She looks away.

'So... you do. Go grab your stuff, I'll drive you before going to work.'

'Jesus! You're not mom!' She yells at me.

'No! And I'm happy I'm not, because if you came out of me, I would kill myself!' I yell.

'You don't deserve Shawn.' She whispers as she stands up.

'What the fuck does Shawn have to do with this?!' I'm confused.

I knew I would regret babysitting her, it has only been ten minutes and I'm already done with her. Luckily she grabs her stuff and changes into her school outfit. We walk to the parking lot underneath the building and I drive her to school. This is the first time in two years I'm going to work by car, I normally walk to work, it's just a couple of blocks away from my apartment.

There are three new cases on my desk when I arrive at work. Bakker walks me through them as fast as he can, and half an hour later I'm already heading to court. I didn't even prepare this case, I just hope I'm going to win it. I get a text from my dad, just before I enter the building.

'We'll be staying in Edinburgh for one more week. Don't be mad, but you need to watch Adriana another week.' Kill me now.

The two weeks pass quickly. I went on my date with Shawn and stopped Adriana from posting a video of herself practically fucking my floor. She hated me after it because I took away her phone. I'm sure she wanted to kill me when she was holding a big knife in the kitchen, and staring at me with red eyes. She didn't do it though.

The last two weeks Shawn has been so nice to me, and I see myself opening up to him, bit by bit. It's been hard not to have sex with him, he's so hot and he keeps making comments that turn me on. One day we walked hand in hand down my street, it felt weird but in a good way, I guess. I love the way he doesn't force me to do things I'm not ready to do. He just leaves me be, until I come to him.

I return from work and walk into my building, Shawn is standing in the middle of the lobby. The "you're not getting past the lobby" rule has returned again, so Sam keeps him in the lobby every time he visits. I hug him when I'm standing in front of him.

'I want to go on a second date.' Shawn states while we stand in the middle of the lobby.

'Okay...' I respond.

'On my roof.' He says.

'What?! Your roof? I have no business on your roof.' I squeal.

'I'll be on my roof that evening.' He says with a smile.

'Ok, but I need to win a big case tomorrow, so I'll be available after that.'

'I'll see you Friday then.' He says before kissing me on the lips.

'No no, then I'll have a doctor's appointment.' I say.

'For what? Are you sick?' His tone is worried.

I tell him it's nothing to worry about, and it's the truth. I've been wanting to get on birth control to reduce the pain I have when I'm on my period, I've always had something against doctors, I know they cure you and stuff, but I'm just afraid. The doctor is going to look inside my yoni, and I'm really afraid, maybe I'll ask Sheila to come with me.

I drop my body on my bed. I'm tired as fuck and I really need to take a nap.

I wake up in the middle of the night with a throbbing headache. I stand up and wash my face, changing into my sleepwear. I need to go over tomorrow's case again, I have the feeling my client is keeping something from me; when I finally find out what it is, I send Bakker an email. To my surprise, he responds after a couple of minutes. What's he doing awake at this time?

My phone rings and I pick up. It's Bakker.

'Hello?' I say.

'She killed her own son. I've been thinking and thinking the whole night, she's the one that killed him.' My heart drops. How can someone kill their own son?

'I can't defend her then. She needs to go to prison.' I respond.

'I'll take the case from you if you want.' Bakker says.

'No! If you defend her she's also not going to prison.' I say with a high pitched voice.

'I'll defend her, lose the case, lose a little bit of money, and she'll go to prison.' I decide.

'That's a way to do it I guess...' Bakker says.

'Why are you up anyway?'

'You kept saying that something about her story didn't add up, and I know you don't like to defend killers, so I kept searching for a lie, a fuck up, something, and while listening back to the tape I realised she killed him. I know it's not our job to find the killer, but I just couldn't let it go.' Bakker rattles.

I suddenly think about the tape of the day I questioned Shawn, him asking me personal questions is on it. I don't know if anyone listened to it, but that wouldn't look good. I need to get that tape tomorrow and just store it here, just to be sure no one listens to it.

'Thank you, Bakker... Really.' I say.

'Do you want to grab a drink?' He asks.

'Fuck no!' I yell before hanging up the phone. I slam my phone against the table a little too hard, and I jump from the sound.

As planned, I lost the case of the son-killing-woman. She got twenty years and hearing the prosecutor's evidence, I don't know if I would've won the case if I didn't lose it on purpose. I go by the office to grab that tape before heading home. I have the doctor appointment tomorrow and Sheila agreed to go with me. I'm so afraid, what if I can't get pregnant? Or what if birth control isn't going to help against the pain?

The next morning I wake up earlier than the previous days. I go to work and scan through a couple of new cases, nothing really stays in my head and around four o'clock I just head home. Sheila is sitting on my couch when I enter my apartment. If Shawn and I are really doing this, I need to ask my keys back from my dad, Sheila and Lucifer. I start wondering why I gave them three keys in the first place.

'Hey S.' I put my bag on the dinner table.

'Hello dear.' She says with a soft voice.

'We need to leave in ten minutes. The clinic is in Rotterdam, and I want to be there a little early.' I tell her, changing into something comfortable.

'You're nervous aren't you?' She grabs her coat.

'I'm nervous and afraid.' I tell her.

'You don't have to be afraid. I did it too a couple of years ago, they're just taking a look and then they'll put you on birth control.' She says.

'Sure?' I ask her as we leave the apartment.

'Yes, dear, I'm sure.'

We walk to my car and I drive nervously on the road, making little mistakes a couple of times. It's only a twenty-minute drive from The Hague to Rotterdam and when we arrive at the clinic I park the car. I'm so scared, I don't know why, there's nothing to be scared of. Sheila and I get out of the car and walk towards the building. I'm trying not to cry when we take a seat in the waiting room.

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Omg! I can't believe I'm already done with chapter nine. The time has passed so quickly. Chapter ten will take a couple more days than normal. I have to think about what I'm going to do with the characters, plus, school started a couple of days ago and it's my final year, so I also need to focus on that. Anyway, thank you for reading! It means so much to me!