A.N. - I am so sorry that I haven't updated in ages. It was a super busy summer full of caring for a sick family member and working six days a week. I've recently started college again, so updates should form into a schedule, hopefully i'll get another chapter up between now and the weekend. Watching episode one of season two really helped inspire me again.

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Chapter Four - Rude Awaking

The Monday after the party I woke to my phone ringing. I rolled over and grabbed it from the night stand and hit accept.

"Hello." I croaked.

"Al, it's Taylor. We need you in asap. Please don't let Blake know."

"Okay thanks." I hung up.

Looking at the clock the numbers 4:38 blinked back, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" Blake mumbled.

"I need to go in, something came up."

"You get in the shower, I'll make coffee." Blake kissed my on the forehead.

He rolled out of bed, his once pristine pajamas were crumpled and stumbled downstairs, pulling on his dressing gown.

Stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom, chucking my t-shirt into the wash box. A five minute shower was all I needed thanks to my years in the Marines. Cutting the shower and wrapping my hair in a towel and another around me I walked back out into the bedroom.

Blake was back in bed laptop balanced in his lap, my coffee cup and toast placed on my bedside table.

I climbed back onto the bed and pecked Blake on the cheek, "Thank you."

I started to eat my toast, while Blake tapped away on his laptop. I smiled to myself thinking about how well Blake and I worked. It work very well; I like my shower at night, Blake liked his in the morning. That's how it normally worked on a work day, unless we had nighttime escapades then we both showered in the morning. To save water of course.

When we began dating a lot of people thought it would never work. I was a rough and tough marine that loved the outdoors; dirt, blood and broken bones.

Blake, well... He was a bookworm and a pencil pusher. He liked nights in, where as I could party until morning.

He was a late owl, I was an early bird. I got that from my army days, I could survive on practically no sleep.

Finishing my toast, I drained my coffee. I left them both on the bedside table, going back into the bathroom in hung both towels up to dry and tried to bush out my unruly hair. Once untangled, I cleaned my teeth and prepared my face.

Blake popped his head round the door and froze seeing me naked. "I still can't get used to that, oh the cars arriving in twenty minutes"

With a bobby pin in my mouth I just nodded. Once my hair was finished I started on my normal makeup. I never used to wear makeup until my tea suggested that a little bit couldn't hurt. I had the struggle to pick what to wear. I didn't know what was wrong as nothing out of the ordinary was on the news and Taylor hadn't said anything.

Walking from the bathroom into my walk in closet,I decided on my green dress, it was a little more conservative than my usual work dress. Slipping on my heels and spritzing myself with perfume I headed back downstairs.

Black was leaning on the island in the kitchen drinking his coffee and scrolling through the channels on the tv.

I tapped his bum when I walked past, "anything coming up?"

He frowned at his phone, "no which is worrying. It's either nothing, or something massive that's been covered up."

Placing my cup and plate in the sink I collected my bags from their spot. I packed my lunch, that Blake had made me, into my bag.

I checked my watch, "the car should be here."

Blake walked me to the door still in his dressing gown and slippers. Before opening the door I turned and kissed Blake.

"Try to get some more sleep, I'll see you at work."

"Lunch, normal place." he smiled.

I opened our front door to see a member of the secret service was standing by the car, holding the open. I walked down our stairs and climbed into the car, "Thank you Richard."

I waved at blake before the door shut and Blake disappeared back inside.

Once we set off I noticed neither one of the boys were making conversation nor eye contact.

"You two okay, you're acting if someone died." I ask.

Richard and Charlie, my driver, exchange a look.

"No ma'am, nothing like that." Charlie said, staring out the front window screen

I leaned forward, "You boys are terrible at lying. If you don't want me to put you on baby watch, I suggest you tell me what the hell is going on."