"Ruth Camden! Are you even paying attention to me?" Gregory McKenzie exasperatedly stated as Ruth Camden finally looked up at him from the paper she was correcting.
"I'm sorry Greg, I just need to finish this last paper" Ruth finally looked over at her boyfriend before looking down on her thesis.
Greg looked at her and smiled absentmindedly. He never imagined himself with someone who was five years his junior, (He was thirty) much less a person like Ruth.
She had caught his attention one day in his art gallery and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since then. He remembered how long it took him to convince her that he was a nice guy that was willing to date her without expecting anything from her.
She was the second person he could honestly say that he loved completely. The first being someone in college, whom he had loved very much. However at the time she wasn't ready for something as serious as him, or so she had stated in a note.
"Greg?What were you saying?" Ruth finally asked as she looked up at him and smiled.
"When are your parents going to meet me?"
"Greg, is this really the right time for this?"
"Ruth, when will the 'right' time be? I am turning thirty pretty soon and I would like to be married with some kids on the way"
"Wait a second, now we are talking about kids? What bought this on?" she asked jokingly before stopping when she saw Greg's angry expression.
"I thought we were both serious about this relationship?"
"We are but Greg, I'm still 25 and I'm not even finished with graduate school."
"You only have your thesis to finish" He argued as Ruth stood up and walked over to his kitchen to take some water out from the fridge.
"Okay Gregory, if you really want to meet my parents then fine we will go this weekend"
"Really?" Greg asked, blue eyes lighting up excitedly.
"Yes really" Ruth replied smiling happily as she looked at him. It was moments like this that Greg reminded her of Martin.
Martin Brewer, her best friend whom she was madly in love with until he broke her heart by admitting that Sandy was the mother of his child.
Meanwhile
Annie Camden was wiping the table off when she saw Martin Brewer walk in.
"Martin! I didn't know you were coming! Where's Sandy and Aaron?"
Martin turned to Annie and said very quietly "They left"
"Oh no what happened?"
"Sandy told me that she wasn't happy and she had to leave. So I told her she could go but she had to leave Aaron and she said that she wouldn't"
"Well why not? You're Aaron's dad"
"No, apparently I am not" Martin said bitterly before he started crying and Annie walked over and gave him a hug as she said soothingly "What are you talking about sweetie?"
"Aaron is not my son. She said that she was going to find his father and she just left. What am I going to do?" he asked holding her tighter.
"We are here for you. Why don't you take your old room?" Annie suggested as Martin wiped his eyes and walked up the stairs. Just then Eric came in smiling.
"Guess who's coming home?'
"Who?" Annie asked smiling at her husband who looked so happy.
"Ruthie"
"Oh how wonderful !" Annie exclaimed before saying "Martin is here. Sandy left him. She told him Aaron wasn't his"
"Oh no! Why would she keep something like that from him? He changed his whole life around for her and Aaron"
"I know. So did Ruthie tell you why she is coming home?"
"Apparently to introduce us to Gregory"
"The boyfriend?"
"Yes, I suppose he wants to propose"
"Well this wsill be interesting"
"How so?"
"Martin and Ruthie in the same house all over again. There was no denying the chemistry between them"
"Well she seems happy with Greg"
"Seems happy. Out of all our children, Ruthie was the one to hide her emotions very well. She is not over Martin"
"So what are we going to do?"
"Do? We are not going to do anything. If God wants them to be together, he will provide a way. All we can do is sit back and enjoy the ride"
"Annie what are you planning?" Eric asked as Annie turned to him and smiled "You'll see. Trust me on this one, there will be a wedding by this summer"
"Oh dear God" Eric said as he looked up towards the sky.
