Author's Note: Greetings, Not Today readers! I just want to let you all know in advance that I'll be on a holiday until Friday evening. I may or may not have time to write chapter 5 while I have free time there. I figured I'd submit chapter four tonight so that you guys have something to continue with while I'm away. I'll be bringing my notebook and laptop just in case! As always, thank you kindly for the reviews, favorites and follows. Something to mentally note: Mauritius is three hours ahead of London, so a 12-hour flight from Mauritius at 5 AM would get you to London at 2 PM (time zones, I know). Alright, here's chapter 4/26! This one will be split partially between three characters (two of which will be written in present tense). Enjoy!

26

Nathan

I'm dreading returning to England. I mean, it's my home now, but my real home will always be New Zealand. Of course I want to return to New Zealand for several reasons, but my one newfound glory is Karen. She's perfect in every way with her wavy, golden hair, bright green eyes and her soft, sun kissed skin. And of course it helps that we're from the same country. Before meeting Karen, I hadn't spoken face to face with another Kiwi in just about two years. She became a piece of home almost as soon as I met her. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such a wonderful woman.

When we part ways, Karen and I decided we should continue our relationship long-distance. I guess that's better than nothing. I fear that for the first several weeks back to work, she will be all that's on my mind. A distraction. I haven't yet discovered if that will be a blessing or a curse. Long distances make relationships extremely complicated, so all I can do is hope that she and I will work out. We haven't really gotten there yet, but Karen and I briefly discussed visiting each other last night (well, before I got shit-faced).

My face turned bright red at the thought while bathing Will. Luckily, his bare back is to me because I think I would have died of embarrassment if he saw me blush. I'm sure his thoughts would be in a million more places than they are already. Even though it's the morning of our flight home, he insisted that he have a bath. When he'd asked, I wasn't sure if it was such a good idea, but he said he was awake early anyway. I agreed since he'll be able to nap on the plane. Plus, he mentioned that he'd feel more comfortable clean for the twelve-hour flight home.

Bathing a paralyzed man is a lengthy (and for Will, moderately awkward) process, so I'm grateful for the soft music and my distracting thoughts. I want to remain in my thoughts since I'm rather hungover from last night's events. Will seems to be lost in his thoughts, too, so I'm leaving him to it.

I'm not usually the kind of guy to have sex so early in the relationship, but with Karen, I couldn't resist. I would say, by far, she's my dream girl. Would it be weird to tell her that so soon? I think I'll wait for the right time. I remember most of what happened. I went to the closest shop with her to purchase rubbers since having sex was the last thing I thought I would be doing on this holiday. It's too shameful for me to even think about the last time I had sex. When I moved to London, I met who I'd thought was a great girl in medical school five years ago. We dated for two years; I was devastated when she dumped me on graduation night. I hadn't had sex between then and last night. Three years, but with some close-calls.

Man, I've got to get my head out of the gutter, I'm bathing Will.

But I do wonder what had Will and Lou so giddy last night. I know I had a bit too much to drink, but it's clear that they were happier than usual. Maybe she changed his mind?

Will

That morning was the first morning in about a year and a half that I woke up hopeful of my own future. It was also the first morning in six months that Louisa wasn't the only reason I wanted to get out of bed. Of course she was still the main reason, but I had realized the night prior that my life may actually mean something to me again.

I woke up early. I couldn't quite put an imaginary finger on why. It was two-thirty in the morning and it was still dark out when I had opened my eyes. I turned my head to look over at Louisa who was still sound asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed. I smiled. This was the most peaceful I had ever seen her. Clark's secret goal had been accomplished. I decided I wasn't going anywhere and somehow nothing made her happier. I swear, she'd glowed ever since I told her the news once I got off the phone with my mother.

Just then, she turned over and scooched herself over to me like she did before we'd fallen asleep. Except this time, she cracked her eyes opened. The room was dim enough that I could still see her face slightly. Louisa made it a point to keep the shades wide open so that way we wouldn't oversleep and miss our flight. It was an early flight, but we would arrive home with plenty of time for the celebratory dinner that Louisa suggested, with time to relax beforehand as well. We knew that my family would be available and surely, hers would be too. I hadn't met her sister Katrina yet, nor her nephew Thomas. Little did Clark know, I love kids.

"Mmmmm. Will? You're awake." She pointed out.

"Yes, Clark, I am," I played. "You are, too."

"Hmmnnnnn" she turned from me and mumbled into her pillow.

"Clark. Before you fall back asleep, would you mind ringing Nathan? I could really use a bath."

"You don't think he'll be angry?" she whispered with her eyes closed.

"I would do it myself, but. . ." I trailed off. As she grumbled, she rolled off the side of the bed and onto her feet. Just as she picked up the phone to dial Nathan's room, I said, "thank you," and patiently closed my eyes.

"Nathan, I'm glad you're awake. How're you feel—"

"Clark." I cut in.

"Sorry. Nathan, Will wants a bath. Could you possibly come over here? Thank you, we appreciate it." She hung up the phone, crossed her arms and raised one brow at me.

"Oh, 'we' appreciate it now, do we?" I chuckled.

"Poor Nathan's probably hungover! You're just being a pushy arse. . ." she playfully threw a pillow at me.

"You've got a completely unfair advantage, Clark! When I can actually throw things, you better believe the first thing I throw will be a pillow at your pretty face." At this point we were both weakly laughing because we hadn't gotten a ton of sleep. A knock at the door ended our lovely moment.

I watched Louisa drag her feet all the way to the door and open it for a dreadful-looking Nathan. If nearly sober Clark and I needed more than five hours of sleep, then sure enough, hungover Nathan would need about ten.

"Oh, Nathan, you poor thing," Louisa said. "Were you already awake when I called you?"

He let himself in. "Yes actually. I couldn't sleep knowing its right back to the daily grind in a couple days. Being back in the UK will definitely make things more of a reality."

"Well, at least you'll have us!" Louisa cheered sarcastically.

"But at least here, when you walk outside, there's still sand and ocean and people walking around with swimsuits on and tans. Once we land in London, all we'll see is grave-looking, straight-faced Brits with expensive suits and briefcases."

"And don't forget about the excited blokes getting ready to start their holiday!" she sarcastically perked up, "Which. Will. Make us wish we were them! Anyways, bath time for Mr. Willy over there."

"Clark, please don't call me 'Mr. Willy'. Ever again." I tried to keep a straight face but exploded with laughter.

"What's gotten you all happy and silly, mate?" Nathan asked curiously.

Louisa cut in before I could tell him the news; she wanted to save it for the plane ride so we could drink champagne together and celebrate just the three of us. "Oh, he's just sleepy and delirious. Bath, Nathan! We can't miss this flight" and with that, I was out of bed and bathed. We were packed and at the airport at four-thirty, ready to board the plane at five.

Camilla

Today is the day I'll be telling William part two of the news, but I want to make sure I tell the trio in person so I can see their reactions. Quite the group the three of them are. The date is Sunday, the ninth of August. Approximately four days from now would be the day Will would have given his life. I haven't heard from him since we'd spoken yesterday when I rang him, so I'm not sure yet if he's officially cancelled the appointment in Switzerland. A part of me still worries that he's still going to go through with it. Until I know for sure he wants to live, it will remain in my thoughts.

I usually wake up at eight on the weekends which are my days off from court. Lately, Stephen has been sleeping on the couch in the parlor. Luckily he will be home as well so that we can go greet William, Louisa and Nathan at the airport at around two-thirty this afternoon. I told Georgina to stay home and thankfully she didn't object. She hadn't even asked. I didn't want to have to lie to her when explaining my request, but the truth is I just don't want her being there to ruin William's mood. He deserves to be happy, especially after feeling like nothing for so long.

I'm immensely grateful that Ms. Clark has made my son so happy throughout the last six months. I know I came off as arrogant when we'd first met, and at first I was skeptical of her bubbly personality, but now I'm proud of myself for choosing such a person fit for the role of Will's "emotional caretaker" as I consider it.

I haven't felt this excited about something for what seems like years. My boy has the chance to get better and I'm the one who had the privilege of telling him. It's all he's wanted since the accident two years ago, and to be entirely honest, it's all I've wanted as well. As I watched William grow up to become the man he is, we grew apart. Now, I want to make up for the years of affection we missed out on and rekindle our relationship as mother and son. When I see Will come through the gate this evening, the first thing I'll do is hug him. It's a gesture that I'm sure has been unwanted from me since he was just a boy.