A/N: Alright! First chapter up! This one is a little short; but it's the first chapter; only meant to sink you into the story. This is the sequel to Impossible Love and I hope to see all my old fans as well as some new ones too! I loved all your comments in the last story and I hope to make this one just as successful, if not more! Welcome back and get ready for quite an Impossible Life.


When I wake in the morning, it's to my favourite sight in the entire world. Gently, I press my hard lips to her soft ones as my hands wrap closer around her waist.

"Good morning Chelsea." I whisper to my wife as I trail kisses down to her jawline, letting my lips linger over her skin.

She takes in a deep breath, and I can hear her breath vibrating in her chest. My eyebrows crease and I loosen my grip on her.

"Are you okay?" I ask her gently.

In response Chelsea groans and covers her head with the blanket. I'm a little worried about her, so I follow her under the covers.

She sees me and bangs her head against my chest as she wraps her arms around me. Gently I pull her close to me and hold her, while tenderly stroking her back.

After a few minutes, she lifts her eyes to mine. "Happy Anniversary."

My lips form a smile against my will. Chelsea and I had been married for a year now. It was probably the best year of my life. I'd quit my job in the city, so I lived on the Island full time now; except for Sundays where I went to the city to get animals for Mirabelle and Julia. Even better, I'd found out that my disease had gone into remission. But that wasn't the point right now.

Gently I kiss her. "And we will be certain to celebrate it later. But I need to know if you're okay."

Chelsea grimaces slightly. "My stomach hurts a bit."

I raise an eyebrow. "Did you eat something bad last night?"

That makes her laugh. "Well, you were the one to cook supper last night, so I don't think so."

I press my lips to her forehead. "Last night was fun wasn't it?"

Chelsea blushes a bright red. "It's fun every night."

I lift my hand to gently stroke the side of her face. "I love you Chelsea." The words that were once so hard to utter, are now the best words in my life.

"I love you too Vaughn." She reaches up to kiss me, but she abruptly sneezes.

I wince as some stray spit hits my face, and I wipe it off. When I open my eyes, her eyes are wide in horror.

"Oh, I am so sorry Vaughn. I didn't mean to sneeze on you!"

I nod my head understandably. "I know you didn't. But I think you may be coming down with something."

As if on cue, her hand presses against her stomach and she lets out a low groan. The next second, I've lost my comforting warmth as she jumps out of the bed and runs to the bathroom.

I'm shocked momentarily; but I'm up and following her before I can even comprehend it.

In the bathroom, I find Chelsea throwing up into the toilet. My eyes widen at the sight and my heart beats faster even as I calmly begin to draw back her hair and stroke her bare back to help her calm down.

When she finishes, she looks up at me; her own eyes wide. "Vaughn?" She whispers.

"Chelsea," I start as she licks her own lips. I'm still drawn to that little movement, and for a moment I just stare at her tongue before remembering what I was going to say. "When was your last period?"

Her eyebrows crease in confusion. "I can't remember."

I grab her wrist and I'm dragging her out of the bathroom. "We're going to see Dr. Trent." I tell her as we walk. He was here on vacation; even though it killed him to be away from his beloved wife Ellie. I understood the feeling.

"Vaughn we can't!" Chelsea cries out as we reach the door.

I spin around in surprise and grab her shoulders. "But you could be pregnant!"

She blushes and glances downward. "We'll go, but first we should put some clothes on."

I shut my eyes and throw my head backwards. "I almost did it again, didn't I?" I whisper even as she wraps her arms around me.

Chelsea laughs. "You're very excitable when you want to be."

I chuckle darkly and wrap my arms around her. "You know, I don't really want to go anymore."

She reaches up to kiss me lightly; only for a second. Nowhere near long enough to satisfy my craving.

"What would happen if I threw up on you? That's wouldn't be romantic at all." Then she turns around to head back to the bedroom to put clothes on.

Almost reluctantly, I follow her to the bedroom.

An hour later we're both sitting in Dr. Trent's room that he's renting at the Inn on the Island. Well, actually, she's sitting and I'm pacing the floor like an obsessed person.

"Vaughn, you're going to put a hole in the rug." Chelsea tells me, exasperated.

"Aren't you even close to being worried?" I ask her as I continue my pacing.

I must really be obsessed because I don't even notice that she got up until she's standing in front of me. Abruptly, I stop and glower at her from under my hat.

Chelsea's used to it though and just wraps her arms around me. I practically melt right there in her arms; I couldn't stay mad at her when she was like this.

"I'm not worried." She tells me as she lifts her head up. Her fingers grip my chin to keep me looking into her eyes; like I could actually move if I wanted to. "Because if I am pregnant it will be with the most wonderful man in the whole world."

I'm about to protest with the absurdity of the statement when her lips are on mine. Her lips are hot and the way she was kissing me was so sexy. She knew how to turn me on in less than five seconds flat. Let's just say that she's…well we both have had a lot of practice.

Someone clears their throat. Both Chelsea and I break apart, but neither of us embarrassed; just Dr. Trent. Well, we've gotten used to the embarrassment too.

"Well," Dr. Trent starts, obviously still trying to recover from seeing my make-out scene with Chelsea. "You're not pregnant. You have a bad cold. I would recommend some warm food, a little medicine and some sleep."

Suddenly his eyes narrow at me. "And I mean sleep Vaughn. You do still remember what that is right?"

Chelsea's the only one laughing though. I sense that there's something that Dr. Trent wasn't telling us. After a moment of staring into my piercing gaze he sighs. "You both might want to sit down."

We do, my eyes never leaving Dr. Trent and my hands never leaving Chelsea. He doesn't sit down, but he just sighs again.

"You both want kids right?" Both Chelsea and I nod without needing confirmation from the other. We'd discussed it many times.

"How long have you been trying to get pregnant Chelsea?" Dr. Trent asks next.

"Since we got married." I tell him.

Chelsea laughs unexpectedly. "A little longer than that."

I blush as I remember the first time; back at my ex-apartment in the city. I was almost sad to see that place go. Almost.

"That doesn't really count." I tell her.

"That's what you think." Her voice is sexy as she winks at me.

Dr. Trent clears his throat again even as I feel like one of those anime characters with the bead of sweat that goes down the side of their face.

"Chelsea, I don't know how to tell you this but," Dr. Trent sighs again and I catch a look of pity in his eyes. "You can't have children."

I feel Chelsea stiffen under my touch. I want to have the same reaction; maybe with some yelling too, but I can't. "What do you mean I can't have children?" Her voice is strained and I rub my hand along her back to try and ease her.

Dr. Trent sighs again. I'm beginning to think that this guy has a real sighing problem. "Your ovaries are infertile. Therefore, well," He shrugs. "You know."

Chelsea doesn't seem upset though. "That can't be possible."

Dr. Trent goes on. "Actually it is. Many women-"

Chelsea just shakes her head. "No, I mean it's not possible for me." She turns to me. "Okay, remember the first time we had sex?" Chelsea doesn't even give me a chance to go back and remember the memory before she speaks again. "Well, technically it was the second but I still went to see a doctor just in case I was wrong. Your dad took me."

I nod slowly. So that was why my dad had taken so long. She continues on, but she's looking at Dr. Trent now. "He said I wasn't pregnant but he did say that I was perfectly healthy and able to have a baby at any time. So this can't be possible."

Dr. Trent seems to be at a loss for words. So I speak up. "Doc, is there any way that you can become infertile or whatever?"

He just shakes his head. "I've never heard of it happening it before."

I rub my face with my hands. How had this happened then? It obviously wasn't my fault or something Chelsea did. So, what the hell happened?

Dr. Trent is ranting about something when suddenly Chelsea intakes a sharp breath. "Magic?" She whispers. "Could magic do this?"

Dr. Trent looks at her funny. "There's no such thing as magic."

My eyes widen. While Dr. Trent didn't believe in magic; I did. Chelsea had introduced me to Witch Princess one day to thank her for some magic spell. Apparently, she was the reason I woke from my coma.

Chelsea just turns to me; her face deadly serious even as her eyes fill with unbelievable fear as she echoes my thoughts.

"Witch Princess."

Less than ten minutes later, I'm banging on Witch Princess's door. Chelsea is right beside me; her hands clutching my arm.

"You can stop knocking." She whispers to me. "I think the first few hundred times ought to do the trick."

Reluctantly I stop knocking when she tells me to; even though my hand is still poised to knock again. As soon as I stop, the door opens.

"Would you quit with all the racket?" Witch Princess cries out, her blonde hair a mess. "I'm trying to concentrate!"

"We need to talk to you Witch Princess." I glare at her; not caring that her red eyes are blazing at me.

"It's about that potion you made me drink." Chelsea speaks up from beside me.

Witch Princess's face brightens up. "Did it work? Did you get a rash on your stomach?"

Chelsea looks startled. "You were trying to give me a rash?"

She frowns. "I'm guessing it didn't work then."

"No it didn't." Chelsea answers sweetly; and it scares me a bit and the amount of ice in that sweet voice. "In fact, you did such an awful job of screwing it up that you made me infertile."

It takes Witch Princess a second to figure at what she meant through her sweet/icy tone. Then she grimaces. "I'll have to add that to the list of side effects." She grumbles to herself and is about to head back inside when I lay a hand on her shoulder and whirl her around.

"Listen Witch," I start with enough ice in my voice to make even Julia's happy-go-lucky blood run cold. "You fix my wife now or else."

She laughs. "Or what? You'll try to hit me before I can turn you into a stuffed bear?" I wince slightly. That wouldn't be fun.

She laughs again. "I'll tell you what cowboy. I'll fix your wife on one condition."

"What?" I growl out at her.

"You have to live with me for a year."

"WHAT?" Chelsea practically screams at the top of her lungs. "No. Absolutely not. I will not allow this."

She grabs me arm and tries to walk away. "Come one Vaughn. It's okay. I can do without…"

I don't move though. Instead I wrap her in my arms even as she begins to sob. We knew each other so well now. I tighten my grip on her; never wanting to let go.

Gently I look into her eyes. Just like she'd done earlier that day, I use my fingers to make her look into my eyes. "Chelsea it's only a year. And you can't just go without. We're talking about having kids. You've wanted them your entire life."

Her face is pained as the tears streak down her face. "But it's our anniversary. You can't leave."

"When I come back, it will be our anniversary again." Tears start to leak out of my eyes too. "Chelsea, please. Let me do this for you."

She just shakes her head; tears pouring down her face, matching the ones running down mine. I hated seeing her cry; and a year without her might kill me. But I had to do this.

"You can see me every day." I remind her. "I'm just a ten minute walk away."

Her chin quivers and her eyes are full of tears that are yet to race down her face. My heart hurts, and I wish I could give it to her. Instead I lean down and kiss her powerfully. Our lips crush each other as we battle for dominance in the kiss. It was passionate. It was desperate. But I have to break it off. Because I love her.

"I love you Vaughn." Chelsea whispers against my lips.

"I love you too Chelsea." My voice breaks on her name as I choke on my tears. Gently I place my hat on top of her head. Tears streak down both of our faces as I kiss her one more time. Sweetly. Slowly. Lovingly.

Then I turn away from Chelsea and the bright sunshine outside to follow Witch Princess into the dark and cold regions of her house.

The door slams shut just as I look over my shoulder. I don't even catch a last glimpse.

A/N: I'm cruel aren't I?