A/N: Holy Cow! I've amazingly made a chapter appear out of nowhere! I am truly sorry for not updating this like at all. It's been over a month I believe. While I will always support the love that is Henry-Betty, I haven't been able to support Ugly Betty this season. I have moved on, which is quite upsetting. Then why continue this story you may ask? For one, I refuse to let Henry-Betty fanfiction die and be virtually removed from this site. And two, I can't leave something incomplete. Once I start something, it's got to be finished. So without farther ado, I present thee chapter three of "All I Wanted to Say."

Previously:

When they arrived at their destination, Betty realized in fact where they had headed.

"Henry? Here?" She asked out of curiosity.

"We can totally go somewhere else if you want to." He supplied.

"No. We're here, and I'm freezing."

"Okay." Henry stepped out of the taxi, and very gentlemanly like, offered her his hand.

She gently placed her hand in his, and they made their way inside.

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"Name?" A young girl in her twenties, sporting a nametag that read Katie asked.

Henry inched near her, clearing his throat, so that Katie could hear him correctly. His words still faltered as his skin involuntarily brushed over Betty's soft hand. "Gru- uh." He took a deep breath, and tried once more. "Grubstick." Henry mentally smiled at himself for being able to pronounce his own last name.

"Welcome to Pemberly Inn Mr. Grubstick. Dinner for two, correct?" Katie replied, as she grabbed two menus.

Henry nodded with a smile, not trusting his voice, after that embarrassing charade of seemingly forgetting his own name.

"Okay. Right this way."

Betty and Henry followed Katie to a secluded table near the windows letting them take in everything that was happening outside in the frozen wonderland right before their eyes. Katie took their coats to the coat room and allowed the two to get settled in before returning to the table and asked for their drink order.

Betty ordered an ice water, just as Henry did. Katie came back with their waters and nearly leaned over the table, suggestively, to push Henry's water in front of him. Henry seemed un-phased by the flirty waitress but Betty felt an instantaneous, irrational spurt of jealousy growing inside her. She harshly blurted out, "Thanks…now, we'd like to order." Henry raised his eyebrows at Betty and she seemed to relax by his tiny act of confusion. She couldn't help that he was completely handsome. She couldn't get jealous of someone hitting on her Henry; but, then again, he wasn't hers anymore either.

The waitress noticed the tension in the air, and stood upright, as far away from the table as she possibly could so that she was still able to take their order with a slight singe of red in her cheeks.

Henry spoke up before Betty had the chance. "Cheese fondue, for two?" He stated, making it sound more like a question.

Betty's heart began to pound against her chest. She had to remember to breath to settle her nerves. Involuntarily she let out a breathy "Henry…" His eyes looked up to meet Betty's and a soft grin spread slowly across his face. She returned the gesture, and an awkward silence filled the room.

Betty let her hands fumble to her lap and silently frayed the edges of her napkin, looking for something to say. She then remembered where they were, and was curious as to why.

"Um, Henry…" she cleared her throat.

She looked into his eyes, and she caught an expression in his eyes, that she swore was a mix of sadness, regret, desire, and maybe even love all bottled up in one.

"Yes Betty?"

"What are we doing here?" She responded.

"We're having dinner." He answered half-mockingly, half-serious.

She rolled her eyes, he chuckled.

"God how I've missed this." Betty thought to herself.

"No. I mean here, at the Pemberly Inn?"

His smile fell just in the slightest. "Well Betty. This is where we were supposed to go for your birthday…" His eyes motioned to the window and looked outside at the patio. "I know it's not on the patio, but this is the closest I could get to the outside without freezing our toes off."

"Henry, thank you." She whispered and absentmindedly reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze. His hand jerked back ever so slightly at the touch he had longed for. This touch, her touch, was electrifying his entire body.

Shortly thereafter the cheese fondue for two was brought out to their table and Betty caught Henry just sitting there practically gawking at her. Betty felt as if he was studying or memorizing her. His eyes roamed over her eyes, cheeks and finally resting upon her lips. She soon felt self-conscious. Betty shyly asked "Henry, what are you looking at?"

"Shit. I've been caught." Henry thought to himself. "She looks amazing. I can't wait for the rest of to--…"

His thoughts were soon interrupted by someone approaching their table and his eyes reluctantly shifted to the man who was no standing over them.

Daniel.

"Betty! What are you doing here?" Daniel asked cheerfully.

"Hello. Am I invisible? I mean, I know she and Daniel are close but he gets a little too involved sometimes." Henry thought, suddenly feeling like a third wheel.

"Oh.." she giggled.

"I love her laugh.. No, Henry! She's obviously moved on."

"I'm here on a… I mean I'm here with..." She stammered. "Well, I'm here on a date with Henry." She smiled.

"Hmm. Maybe she hasn't moved on. She did acknowledge this as a date." Henry's heart soared.

Daniel then took her words to acknowledge Henry's presence.

"Hi Henry. How's it going? How's Arizona? Wait. Why are you back here in New York?" He questioned rather quickly.

It was now Henry's turn. He couldn't slip up; not now with Betty's boss standing over them practically interrogating him like an older brother. Daniel's cell phone rang. "I've got to take this." Daniel said, gesturing to his phone. "It was good to see you Henry. Have a goodnight Betty."

"Saved by the bell." Betty thought.

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Sooner, than both anticipated, the molten cheese was completely gone and they had found themselves in a seemingly endless conversation, about nothing in particular. Katie returned back with the check and told the both of them they could pick their coat's up from the coat room.

Henry and Betty soon found themselves in a very secluded room that was built more like a walk-in closet. Betty was pulling her arm through her second sleeve when she accidentally punched Henry in the gut while he was walking up to her from behind.

"Oh-my-gosh! Henry! Are, are you okay?"

Henry had reflexively doubled over from the sudden air being knocked out of him. After a minute, he chuckled and was now face to face with Betty, both sporting a smile. Henry leaned down and lightly stroked Betty's cheek. Betty's heart was beating as if she was running a marathon and her breathing became ragged, just from this one little touch; the one that used to send shivers down her spine. He whispered in her ear "That's quite some punch. Have you been working out?"

By this time, her hands were all clammy, all coherent thoughts gone, and her throat had become dry from his sudden nearness. Henry retreated back to his upright perfect postured position with a wistful expression on his face. He looked torn.

No more than a minute later, it seemed he had made up his mind. He reached towards her body once more settling for resting his large palm on her upper arm.

"Betty…may I kiss you?" Henry asked, his chocolate eyes alight with hope, lust, love.

Betty responded by pushing herself up on her tippy toes and pulled him down to her by his scarf. When their lips were less than an inch apart Henry interrupted. "Are you sure?" Betty nodded. "I've never been more sure about anything before in my life."

Her words sent him into overdrive. He closed the gap between them and placed his hands on either side of her head so he could properly kiss her. She responded by placing hers in his hair. Betty involuntarily let a small moan escape from her mouth and was trying to remember why in the world she ever let this man go. Henry slowly pulled away placing his hand slightly above her hip. "Betty, that was…"

"Amazing." She finished for him.

Grinning from ear to ear, he promptly nodded. "Ready for part two of the date?"

"Part two?"

"Yes, Betty. I just can't take you to dinner. Where's the fun in that?"

She smiled and rolled her eyes. He offered her his arm and they were soon out the door, Henry leading the way.

A/N 2: Was it too quick and rushed for them to already be "kissing and making up" because I know true love waits, but I think they went through enough waiting it seems. Would love reviews, and I hope to have the next chapter up within a week. *fingers crossed*