FLASHBACK

If in my past life someone had told me I'd be married to Christopher Carter, I'd have laughed in their face or called them an asshole. it's not like I hated him or something, I was just indifferent. It was more of a me thing.

Now here I am once again as Mrs CARTER, the only difference is that it's not to the same person. If I didn't die from giving birth to a child I didn't even know was mine I'd for sure be living my worst nightmare. The person I considered the other half of my soul was never truly mine. He was the other half of my Soul but I was never his. He found his in my best friend. I wonder how idiotic I must have looked to them when we hung out together or when she visited our home. I always talked to her about what I faces in the marriage, who knows if she ever told Killian and the laughed about my suffering like it was entertaining to them.

I gave them my all and all I got was betrayal in the worst was possible.

"Hey Kim why are you crying?" I really don't know how to answer that question without looking like a mad woman so I just shake my head as more tears fall. Christopher moves my head to his chest and I sob until I feel tired. His shirt is now ruined but I'm too tired to care.

"I'm tired Chris. I just want to go home now." I said

Without asking further questions, he picks me up and carries me back to his car. It was something I wouldn't have experienced with Killian. Whether or not I was sick, he never carried me anywhere. I once asked him to help me to the bathroom when I had a really bad period week and he told me to crawl to the room if I'm serious about going to the bathroom. I ended up crawling to the bathroom while he talked about how simple that was and I just wanted to be babied by him.

I just hope I didn't repeat the same mistake but with a different person this time.

_CHRISTOPHER'S POV_

She is crying and I don't know what to do when I don't know what caused it. What if she is regretting her decision to marry me? I know it was not a flashy wedding she might have wanted but if she tells me she wants a ceremony by tomorrow she would get it. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her that it honestly scares me sometimes. I don't know how my brother had her love and loyalty for years only to cheat on her and make her carry another woman's baby without her knowledge... I sometimes wonder what in the ever loving f**k would he do that.

I didn't even know how I got the chance to be back fifteen years in the past when I was twenty five and her twenty two. All I know is that I vowed to take revenge on my brother for all the wrong he did her and that if there is another chance at life I won't let her get away. I guess I didn't think the marriage thing properly but hey it is what it is

I remember the exact moment I realized I was reborn... well sort of reborn...

# waking up everyday knowing that the woman I loved is no longer around is devastating but I have to complete my vow before joining her. I went to the bathroom to take a piss. when I was done I washed my hand without looking at the basin mirror. I avoided mirror since seeing my face was a reminder of how alike I looked to the person who caused Kimberly so much heartache. I applied toothpaste to the toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I mistakenly caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and choked a little on the foam before spitting it out.For the first time since in eight months since Kimberly died, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw myself younger than what I was supposed to be and that really freaked me out. I washed my face for a long time like I was trying to wash off what I was seeing because the is no way that was real. After what felt like hours panicking when it was only minutes, I walked back to my room. I stopped dead on the doorway looking at the room I had at the first ever apartment I lived in a few months before I was to be announced as the heir of our design company. When I looked at the calendar I saw it was college graduation day. The day he planned on asking Kimberly to be his girlfriend I think. That was when I hatched a plan to convince her to marry me which was how we ended up here with her married to me. #

I drove us to my apartment building and didn't bother waking her up. The feel of her on my arms brings me so much joy. She gets this haunted look everytime she get lost in thought that I wonder if she is also reborn. I don't think so but whatever happened I'm glad it brought me to her.

I enter the code to my apartment and enter. It really has a minimalistic design and I wonder how it would look in her eyes. I am debating internally on whether to wake her up or no when she opens her eyes still in my arms because I refuse to not hold her.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" the endearment came out normal like I've been using it all the time. well I did in my head when I talked to her in passing.

"Tired and hot."

"You want to take a shower?"

"That would be nice actually." as much I don't want to let go of her, she needs space to process whatever happened today.

"The bathroom is over there and I'll leave a T-shirt and pants for you to change into when you are done okay?"

She nods and I leave the room in favour of making her food since she only ate breakfast this morning

When more than an hour passes without her coming to eat I go to check on her only to find her sleeping. The pants I left for her are on the laundry basket either she was too tired to put them on or they were too big. Going back to the kitchen I cover the food and put them I'm the fridge. Back in the room I take a shower and wear the pants I left out for her with no shirt. I get behind her in bed and cuddle her to me. And what do you know, since she technically died this is the first time I might sleep properly because she is in my arms.