Sunlight pierces through my eyelids, telling me it's time to wake up. I would fight it if I had the energy, but I simply don't. I sit up slowly and stretch my arms. A slight smile crosses my face when I see Vanessa curled up next to me. I can't stop myself from pulling her into the big bear hug we both desperately need right now. Vanessa instinctually wraps her arms  around me as she sighs dramatically.

"I love you but if you don't let me finish my nap, I'm going to have to actually murder you." She doesn't bother to open her eyes and barely opens her mouth.

I smirk and dangle my legs off the side of the bed. "Wish me luck getting through this trial without killing Grant. I'm feeling lucky with the new dress you picked out for me."

She responds by nuzzling her head deeper into her pillow. "Uh huh."

I get ready and contemplate my life for 45 minutes until Grant arrives. When I see him get out of his car, I still don't know what to do with him. I decide to focus on Prince and once again push off choosing whether or not to stay with Grant.

The moment Grant gets close to me I can tell something is off. He looks too serious and isn't talking nearly enough to be okay.

"Nervous?" I ask Grant once we're settled in his car.

He takes too long to respond. "Yeah. This week has not been fun at all."

"Wanna talk about it?" It's easy to assume that he's talking about V and Alec's wedding and this court case, but I have a gut feeling that he may have more going on than he's saying.

"I want to hear you talk. Tell me how you've been."

Curse him and his ability to make me forget all his flaws with a simple sentence. It's not fair. He holding back once again and I'm letting it go once again. I'm far too drained to repeat this argument so I move past it for now. "Honestly, I'm worried. I'm worried about where Prince is going to end up. I'm worried about Vanessa and Alec. I'm worried about us.."

"You're worried about us? Like our relationship?" He stops me with panic-filled eyes.

I want to slap myself. Why did I say that?! This is a terrible time to talk about this. "We've just been fighting a lot. I worry that we're passed the honeymoon phase and all the things we were afraid could happen are happening."

He didn't say a word. He just pulled off the road and put the car in park.

"Grant, what are you..." I stammer.

He looks at me sternly. "We're talking about this now."

"We have to get the courthouse, we don't have time."

His hand gently squeezes my shoulder. "Do you think you're losing me?"

"Yes." I answer him honestly. There's no sense denying the facts anymore, he's intentionally pushing me away. I maybe a pushover but I'm not oblivious.

He moves his hand down to my waist and pulls me closer to him. I jump from the power of this small action. "I am going to make you a promise."

"What's your promise?" I look up at him.

"I will never leave you again. No matter what you do or say, I won't be the one to walk away."

I place my hand on his soft face and smile. "What if I kill someone?"

"I'll bury the body."

I bite my lip and watch his eyes find their way to my mouth. It gives me confidence knowing I can capture his attention this easily, he rarely looks interested in anything. The confidence he gives me makes me lean into his ear and whisper half-jokingly, "What if the person I kill is you?"

He copies me and whispers in my ear, "I still won't walk away and you'll be haunted by a handsome ghost the rest of your life."

"Let's go before we get too comfortable." I move back so I don't kiss him. I need to catch my breath.

He unlocks the car door. "I'll be right back."

"Huh? Where are you going?" I say as he hops out of the car and runs into the forest beside us.

He reappears moments later with something behind his back. He gets into the car and reaches out a handful of red roses to me. "Roses, your favorite."

I stare at him in disbelief. "They're beautiful! What is this for?"

"I haven't been doing my job. The fact that you've been feeling insecure about our relationship shows me that I've been slacking. I know this is small, but it's a start. I promise that I will do a better job of reminding you that you're mine."

I hold the flowers close to me, moved by his sweet gesture. "Thank you for these!" I lean over and kiss his neck, earning a groan from Grant. "Maybe we can talk about you now?

He licks his lips and nods. "We will, but right now we should start driving before I pull you onto my lap."

I sigh, he still won't tell me what's going on with him. I don't even know why I try at this point. I want nothing more than to take all my frustration out in the bedroom, but we need to take care of Prince.  "Better hurry before we change our minds."

Grant checks me out and starts the car back up. "Are we good now?"

"You're good. You're very good Mr. Goldsworthy."

As we near the courthouse a question pops into my mind. "Where is Prince?"

"Safiya is dropping him off."

I can't hide the shock in my voice. "He's with Safiya?"

Grant nods. "She insisted on helping out with him while we were comforting Alec and Vanessa. It was her way of thanking me for aiding her in finding her baby."

"You found her baby?" I say as I pretzel my legs for comfort.

Grants nods. "The paternity results still weren't in but I gave her and Grayson the adoptive parents number and she was meeting them this morning."

I punch the air in excitement. "That's amazing! I am so happy for her! I can't wait to meet the baby!"

"I'm just hoping this kid will give Grayson something to do besides harass me and kiss my girlfriend. If it's even his."

"Stop." I smack his arm lightly.

The first thing I notice when we arrive at the courthouse is a handsome guy standing at the front door with a briefcase.

"Oh God, he's waiting for us." Grant complains. "He's not even supposed to be here for another 20 minutes."

"Who is he?" I use my hand as a shield to allow me to get a better look at the man with the briefcase.

"I'll introduce you but be warned...he's sort of annoying."

"Annoying how?"

He unbuckles and starts to get out of the car. "Come with me and you'll find out really quick."

Grant leads me to the front entrance. Briefcase man smiles warmly at us, showcasing his perfect white teeth. "Grant, you made it."

"I just couldn't wait to see you again."

Briefcase man reaches a hand out to me. He has large brown eyes that seem to sparkle and a gorgeous golden tan. He's very handsome but also somehow approachable. "Hi, I'm Shane Gold."

I can feel how hard Grant is restraining from cracking a joke. "Shane Gold is my lawyer."

I shake Shane's hand. "Hi Shane, I'm Grant's girlfriend Zephyrine."

"It's so nice to meet you Zephyrine! Grant didn't tell me how pretty you are."

Grant groans theatrically. "Yes, he did Shane Gold, you just didn't believe him. Now if you're done hitting on my girlfriend I have a question for you."

Shane looks unfazed by Grant's comment. "Is it a nice question?"

"Yeah, but I also have some that will irritate you if you wanna hear them. "

"What's your question Grant?" Shane inches towards the door.

Grant exhales. "Do we have a good chance at winning this?"

Shane smiles. "I feel very confident in our chances, but they do have a really good lawyer. Leah is the one of the best."

"Now I have a rude question." Grant smirks at Shane, which Shane ignores.

He opens the door for us. "We should head in and get settled."

I have never been to court before, but it seemed to be going pretty well from what I could tell. Prince's 'parent's' accidentally incriminated themselves multiple times when Shane questioned them, and the jury looked as though they were hanging onto every word that came out of Shane's mouth. I was also very proud of how professional Grant was during questioning. He kept his cool even when Leah was interrogating him. He was right, she was very good. Everything appeared to be going according to plan until the court doors busted open.