Here it is. Part two. I had thought about leaving it alone but you can read this, or don't. I believe I ended the last one good enough for you to make your own decision on whether you want more of this particular couple or not. The epilogue from Part 1 was ten years on, and this will follow on a year from that. So, 11 years have passed since their wedding. Enjoy, if you choose to read.

Can't Let Go: Pt 2

Chapter One

ELIZA'S POV

One year later…

"Hey, so I have to leave soon and I was hoping to see you before I did…" My wife's voice filters through my hands-free and a smile settles on my mouth.

"I'm five minutes away…think you can wait that long?"

"Guess I'll have to for the woman of my dreams, huh?"

"Smooth, Arizona." I laugh. "Real smooth."

"Kids get off okay?" She asks, her voice sincere whenever she talks about our kids. "Xavi was a little off this morning…"

"He's good." I sigh. "Worrying about his project like usual."

"I don't know where he gets his worry from." Arizona sighs. "Soraya is the total opposite…"

"Guess its just a part of who he is." I smile as I take a right and turn onto our street. "Wouldn't have him any other way, right?"

"No way!" My wife says with certainty. "You're here, aren't you?"

"How did you know?" I roll my eyes playfully.

"Kinda hard to not hear the roar of your Ferrari." Ending the call, the gates open and I pull up our drive. Arizona is already waiting for me and it still makes my heart burst eleven years on. It really does. Giving her a full smile, she taps her foot against the floor and I climb from my car. "Finally…" She opens her arms to me and I approach her. After all these years, her hugs are still as amazing as ever.

"Sorry, I was talking to Jacob's mom." I tighten my grip on her waist. Well, as much as my seven-month baby bump will allow, anyway. "Xavi is going by for dinner tonight."

"One less to look after." She shrugs. "You sure you're going to be okay?"

"Of course." I pull back, her baby blues boring into my soul. "Your mom will be here, too."

"When is she ever not?" Arizona laughs and pulls me inside. "Come on, I need some wife and bump time before I leave."

"You'll call me when you get there, yeah?" I hate that she has to leave town for the night but I'll survive. Nothing is as intense as it was before our family began so I'm okay with the occasional night alone.

"Yup." She nods. "And Soraya has promised to keep my place in our bed tonight…"

"You two are so adorable." I sigh. "Luckiest woman in the world…"

"Oh, I think that's my title." Arizona drops down on the couch and I settle between her legs. "I'm the one who gets to watch this all unfold in front of me…because of you."

"True." I shrug, my head falling back on her shoulder. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow…"

"I haven't left yet." She presses a kiss to the top of my head. "But yeah, I'll be back before you know it." Relaxing, a comfortable silence falls between us and our baby kicks, reminding us that everything is okay.

"Baby is saying hi…" I breathe out, Arizona's hand immediately settling on my stomach. "You feel it?"

"Always do, beautiful…" Leaning in, her lips press below my ear and a low moan rumbles in her throat.

"Don't even think about it," I whine. "We both know you don't have time to finish whatever you're trying to start."

"Sorry." My wife sighs. "Just struggle to keep my hands off you."

"Well, that's nothing new." I tilt my head up and give her a full smile. "Tomorrow, okay?"

"It's the only thing keeping me going right now." Her face resting against the side of my head, my eyes close and a slight sigh falls from my mouth. "You sure you'll be okay with Noah and Joshua?"

"We will all be fine." I give Arizona's hand a reassuring squeeze. "They're hardly going to riot…"

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure." She laughs. "When I was Eighteen months old, I caused mayhem."

"And that, I actually believe." The thought of our twins running around our home like lunatics causing me to laugh, I sit up and forward so Arizona can climb out from behind me. "You have to go?"

"Sorry, baby." Dropping back on the couch, Arizona leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. "I should get ready to leave, yeah…"

"Okay." I breathe out. "Wake me before you leave?"

"For sure." The sound of my wife's cell buzzing on the counter, she approaches it and accepts the call. "Hello?" She furrows her brow and glances at the screen. "Call ended." She shrugs. "I've had a few of those this morning…"

"Number?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Private." Shoving her cell into her bag, she rounds the kitchen counter and pours herself a coffee to take with her. "Probably just the wrong number."

"Yeah, probably." My eyes close but I can hear my wife moving around.

"What time do you have to collect the twins from daycare?"

"Three," I reply. Even though I'm not working right now, Arizona insisted that the boys go to daycare three days a week. It just gives me a break if she is working. We all spend every evening together and weekends belong to us, too. My wife refuses to take on any work during the weekends and even though she has a bit more of a role in her business again, its nothing like when I met her. She's at the office occasionally but it was me who told her to go back. I could see how bored she was sitting around all day. Especially now that Xavi and Soraya are both in school. She will be taking leave for this baby again soon, anyway. Just a few more weeks and I'll have her to myself again.

"Okay, well take the Audi." She smiles as she shrugs her jacket on. "Gives you more room to work with than the BMW."

"Remind me again why we have so many cars?"

"Because why not?" She shrugs as she approaches me. "I want you to have all the choice in the world and you do…"

"Just the one car would be good enough for me."

"Oh yeah?" She raises her eyebrow. "And which one would that be?"

"Uh…" I chew on my bottom lip. "Okay, fine. I love them all."

"Figured." She smirks. "I'm leaving, okay?"

"I miss you already…" I pull her down into a needy kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Okay, so Arizona has only been gone for a few hours and honestly, I'm over it. I'm over her going away and I need her back with me. With our family. I always miss her when she isn't here but this time feels different. Like, something just feels off. I know I'm just working myself up for nothing, and I know I'm just worried about my waters breaking earlier and my wife missing the birth, but it's not going to happen. There is no reason at all for that to happen. Rolling my eyes when I feel my emotions get the better of me, Soraya comes bounding into the kitchen, crashing into my legs as she does. "Love you, mama."

"Love you, too." Watching as our six-year-old climbs up onto a stool, she turns to face me and gives me one of her toothy grins. "I'm a bitch."

"Excuse me?" I almost choke on my lemon tea.

"I'm a bitch." She laughs. "Molly says so."

"Oh, she does, huh?" Gritting my teeth, I've had enough of that fucking kid. Soraya is forever coming home with words she shouldn't be saying and I'm just about ready to blow. "You don't say that word again, okay?"

"Kay." She sighs. "It's a bad word?"

"Yes, baby girl." I wrap my arms around her. "A word you shouldn't ever say."

"Sorry, mama."

"That's okay…" I soothe her, my palm running up and down her back. "You won't say it again, right?"

"No." She shakes her head. "When is mommy coming home?"

"Tomorrow." I sigh. "But you get to sleep with mama tonight."

"Snuggles, yay!" She claps her hands and jumps down from her stool. "Hey! Xavi! I'm sleeping with mama tonight. Ha!"

"Don't care!" Our ten-year-old comes into the kitchen sulking.

"Hey! Attitude!" I give him a knowing look. "You don't speak to your sister that way."

"Why couldn't I go with mom?" He throws himself down on the couch and squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"Because you, big man…have school." I round the counter and approach him. "And I need you to keep me safe here."

"Yeah." He sighs. "Sorry, mom."

"Forgiven." I nod. "Maybe you could go apologize to your sister? Grandma will be here soon…"

"Is she staying the night?" My son's eyes brighten and I nod. "Okay." Rushing off towards the staircase, he knows Barbara won't take any attitude from him. He also knows that Grandma knows everything. If he acts out, she knows. The sound of breaking news pulling me from my thoughts, I glance up at the huge TV on the wall and furrow my brow.

"It is believed that the car in question belongs to celebrity architect, Arizona Robbins. It isn't known whether the 44-year-old multi-millionaire accidentally crashed her car or whether she was run off the road, but detectives are remaining tight-lipped right now. One thing we know for sure…the architect is nowhere to be found. More from the scene when we get it…"

My heart sinking into my stomach, I suddenly don't feel so good. I don't feel good and I need to sit down before I fall down. Grabbing my cell from the counter, I hit my wife's number and pray that the call connects. I'm sure she has just gone to find help if she is injured. She can't just disappear into thin air for no reason. No explanation. Her cell ringing out, I finally reach her voicemail and end the call. I don't need to leave a fucking message. I just want to hear her voice. Hitting another number, that call does connect and Barbara sounds just as terrified as I feel. "B-Barbara?"

"I'm on my way, sweetie." Her voice breaks. "Turn off the TV and don't let the kids see it…"

"Can you hurry up?" I cry. "I don't feel so good."

"I'll be there in a moment." She ends the call and I drop down into my seat. The security system on the gate alerting me to a presence behind it, I check the monitor and find two detectives waiting to gain access. I don't know why I think they're detectives, but they just look like they are. God, I hope they are. No, I hope they're not and she is safe somewhere. Damn it! I don't know what I want to hear from them right now. Allowing them access, I rush out onto the porch and my knees feel like they're about to give out on me.

"Mrs?"

"Robbins." I sigh. "The other Robbins. Her wife, whatever." I decided not to keep my own name. I didn't want to be associated with that name any longer. Not when it came from my mother. My mother who I still haven't heard from in over twelve years now. "What's going on? And why am I hearing about it via the media before you?"

"I'm sorry." A female detective approaches, holding out her hand and giving it a firm shake. "Detective Sanchez. Detective Jackson."

"Come inside." I push the door open. "Just…can you give me a moment to figure something out with the kids? I don't want them here for this…"

"Of course." She nods. "Do what you need to do." Watching as my gate opens on the drive, Barbara comes screeching up the drive and cuts the engine before rushing out of her car and up the porch.

"What's going on?" She asks. "Where is my daughter?"

"Mrs. Robbins, I presume?"

"Yes." She nods, her face pale. "What do you know?"

"Barbara." I take her hand in my own. "Can you see to the kids for me while Detective Sanchez tells me what she knows so far?"

"Of course." She agrees.

"Xavi is being collected in twenty minutes by Jacob's mom." I cry. "Soraya is in her room and the twins are napping."

"Calm down, honey." She pulls me into a hug and I've never been so thankful to have her here with me as I do right now. "Arizona is going to be okay…"

"She has to be." I sob. "I need her, Barbara. Our kids…our baby…we all need her."

"You know she would never leave you." She tries to reassure me. "You know she loves you and will be home soon."

"Y-Yeah." I steady my breathing. "You're right."

"Maybe we should all just relax for five minutes, okay?" She cups my face. "I need you to keep that grandbaby of mine inside for a while longer." Throwing me a wink, she disappears up the staircase and I drop down onto the couch.

"Mrs. Robbins…" Detective Sanchez pulls me from my thoughts. "When we arrived at the scene, we found a note."

"A note?" I furrow my brow. "From Arizona?"

"No, we believe the note was left by someone else. Someone who may have taken your wife?"

"T-Taken her?" My mouth runs dry. "Who would take her? Why would anyone take her? She's never done anything wrong…"

"That is what we're here to find out." She gives me a reassuring smile. "Has there been any unusual activity around here lately? Either around the property or maybe Arizona voiced some concern?"

"N-No." I shake my head. "Wait! There was a car parked across the street a few nights ago. I was coming home from soccer practice with our son. It must have been around six in the evening, I don't know."

"And that was unusual?"

"Well, I didn't think so at the time…but now that you've asked, I've never seen it before and it hasn't been here since…at least, not to my knowledge."

"Nothing else?"

"Before she left earlier, she said someone had been calling her and hanging up."

"Did she know who was calling?" Sanchez asks. "Did she seem concerned at all?"

"No, neither of us did." I shrug. "We figured it was just someone calling the wrong number…"

"And what time did your wife leave?"

"Before midday," I say with certainty. "Around 11:50."

"The issue we have right now is that the section of road her car was found on…it's a black spot."

"What does that mean?" I ask, my anxiety creeping back. "A black spot?"

"The area doesn't have any cameras." The detective explains. "Whilst we fully intend on searching the roads of New York City for any sign of where your wife may have gone, once she leaves the city, it's going to be a little problematic."

"No, it can't be." I shake my head. "This can't be problematic."

"Mrs. Robbins, we are going to do everything we can to find your wife but we have to ask…is there any reason, that you believe, for your wife to disappear?"

"What does that even mean?" I furrow my brow.

"Is everything okay here, at home? Has she caused any problems with anyone within her business? Do you believe she had a reason to disappear?"

"N-No. No!" I give the detective an incredulous look. "My wife isn't someone who gets involved in things she shouldn't. She is a good person…a great mom. When she isn't working, she is here with me. She is here and fully present in our family."

"I understand that." Sanchez nods. "We just have to ask."

"Yeah, well while you're asking stupid questions, you could be out there looking for her!" Standing, I pace the floor and run my fingers through my hair. "Arizona would never disappear." My voice breaks. "She would never do anything to hurt any of us."

"We will be in touch." Both detectives stand and Sanchez gives me a small smile. A smile I'm no longer convinced is genuine.

"You haven't had much to say…" I switch my gaze to the other detective. "Why?"

"I'm just here to take it all in, ma'am." He gives me a small smile. "We will find your wife."

"The note." I narrow my eyes. "You said there was a note…"

"That isn't important right now." He gives me a reassuring smile.

"It is!" I state. "I want to know what the note said."

"Mrs. Robbins." Sanchez approaches me. "Let us worry about the note…"

"TELL ME!" Watching as they glance between themselves, Sanchez gives Jackson a slight nod.

"It's a ransom…"

"How much?" I raise an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"The ransom is irrelevant, ma'am." She heads for the door.

"How. Much!"

"Fifty million." Detective Jackson shoves his notepad into the inside of his jacket pocket. "Fifty million…by the end of the week."

"Who do I give it to?" I ask, without even thinking this through. "Do I make a bank transfer? Cash? What?

"We do not engage or negotia-"

"I'm paying that ransom!" I cut her off. "I don't care who or what you do or don't negotiate with! That is my wife and the mother of my kids."

"Give us some time…" Watching as they head out onto the porch, my heart sinks into my stomach. I need to pay that ransom. I need my wife back here with me. "We will be in touch, Mrs. Robbins." Another car approaching, I'm relieved to find Jacob's mom pulling up our drive.

"Eliza, hi." She climbs from her car. "I saw the news. I just…are you okay?"

"No." I drop my gaze. "And the police are freaking useless."

"You know, Soraya is more than welcome to come have a play date with Charli?"

"Would you mind?" I hate not having my kids by my side but I need to think. I need to speak to Barbara and we have to figure this out between us. "I just need them to not be here right now…"

"You just call me when you're good here, okay?" Susan has become a good friend of ours since Xavi and Jacob became friends. He's a great kid and we've had him over many times during the last few months. We just help each other out whenever we can. Giving Susan a nod, I motion for her to come inside and close the door.

"Xavi! Soraya!" My kids come rushing down the stairs and it breaks my heart to know that Arizona may never share this with me again. No, I cannot think like that. My wife would fight until her last breath to come home to me. I just…I don't understand any of this. I don't understand it and I feel helpless. "Soraya, you wanna see Charli?"

"Yah." She nods. "Can I?"

"Of course." I crouch down as best as I can and wrap my arms around her. "You'll behave?"

"Promise, mama." Giving me one of her gorgeous smiles, Barbara slowly descends the stairs and I can see that she's been crying. I'm close to the same again myself.

"Okay, guys." I stand up and straighten myself out. "Mommy will see you tonight, okay?"

"Love you…" They both say in unison. Watching my kids leave, Susan gives me a small smile and follows them, helping them into their seats. Glancing back at Barbara, I watch as she swallows hard and the tears come back tenfold for me.

"Eliza, honey…" Pulling me into her arms, she holds me like she has done many times over the years. She is quite literally a mom to me and I wouldn't have gotten through all these years without her. I really wouldn't. "What did the detectives say?"

"Someone has taken her." I cry. "There was a ransom note in the car."

"How much?"

"Fifty million." I sob. "I just don't know who I'm supposed to give it to. They won't tell me."

"They won't allow it, sweetie." She gives me a sad smile as I pull back. "It isn't how they work."

"She's my wife, Barbara. I have to do something."

"Hey…" She cups my face. "I said it's not how they work."

"S-So?"

"That doesn't mean it's not how we work."

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