A/N: Thank you to everyone for all the kind reviews and favs/follows. I had to split this chapter or it would have been ridiculously long. And yes, part of this is based off the promo for the new episode when Reagan, Amy, and Karma are all at the group hang. Hopefully, the show will have something better up their sleeves for that than I did.

Throughout the entire one month, three weeks, and four days (give or take), they'd been dating, Reagan had always been the one to tell Amy things first.

She told her about her family. Her absentee mom, workaholic dad, nasty bitch of a grandmother. Her brother who'd done two tours in Iraq and come back whole.

She told Amy about her dream of being a music producer. She'd always loved music and she could spend hours just rearranging and remixing the same song, getting the beat just right. Being a cater-waiter was a bill payer, she said, and the DJ'ing was like college, on-the-job training.

She told her about her old girlfriends. Two. Anna, the pointless fling that had made her realize she was gay. One kiss, she said, that was all it took.

Amy didn't need to say anything to that. The look on her face told Reagan all she needed to know.

And then there was Shelby. One year, four months, two weeks, six days. Reagan told Amy Shelby was her first love.

Even at the time - three weeks and two days into their relationship - Reagan already knew Shelby might have been her first love, but she was definitely not her last.

Reagan told Amy everything. Anything she asked and anything she didn't. And she didn't mind that Amy wasn't as… forthcoming. She didn't care that the younger girl doled out bits and pieces of her life one morsel at a time. For those first few weeks, Reagan waited on those morsels, greedily snatching them up when Amy shared.

Slowly, Amy opened up. She talked about Bruce and her mom, about how hard it had been to see another man come along, this time with a little blonde she-devil in tow. It had scared her, Amy said. It had been just her and her mom and now there was an insta-family sitting in her living room and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to love them or if she could even like them.

When Amy finally realized that she actually liked Lauren, Reagan was the first person she told. But only after she made her swear to never tell.

Amy told her about Shane. About how he had supported her through her confusion and her frighteningly bad epic failures at meeting girls. Reagan could tell it was important to Amy that she and Shane get along. The boy mattered to Amy, mattered in ways Amy couldn't quite put into words, but Reagan could hear it in her voice when she talked about him and see it in the way she giggled and smiled more whenever he was around.

And, eventually, Amy told her about Karma.

Or at least Reagan thought she did.

Amy told her about her weird, goofy, funny, altogether wonderful best friend. She told her how they'd met in a ball pit. About their Unicorn phase. About the time Karma beat up Scott Rooney for trying to kiss Amy during recess (ten-year-old Karma was quite the badass, Amy said).

She told Reagan about Karma's desire for Liam and about her own distaste for the boy. About how she didn't trust him because, let's face it, Hester's number one player wasn't just going to suddenly change his ways, right? Karma was another fuck to Liam, that and nothing else.

Amy was sure of that, she said. And she really wanted better for her friend. For her best friend.

And the way the light dimmed slightly behind Amy's eyes as she said it? Well, that told Reagan a lot too.

Even if she refused to hear it.

So, after five weeks together, Reagan thought Amy had told her everything. At least the basics. She knew there'd be more. There's always more. Reagan had seen enough good couples in her life to know that five or ten or twenty or one thousand weeks, it didn't matter. There was always more. More to discover, to learn, to be amazed by.

And, in the end, it wasn't Amy that told her about Karma, not really. It was Lauren.

They'd been on a double date with Lauren and Theo. Reagan liked being able to hang out with Amy's friends, liked the feeling of being a couple with other people instead of locked behind Amy's bedroom door or hidden away in her apartment. It wasn't that she didn't like being alone with Amy, there were times when she could have happily done that for days and weeks on end.

But she didn't want Amy to feel like she was dating the female Liam. She didn't want Amy to feel like it was all about stolen secret kisses behind closed doors.

She wanted - needed - her to feel loved. And love wasn't a secret or something you hid away. Though Amy had never come out and said it, Reagan could tell she'd had enough of that kind of love in her life.

They'd been at a restaurant. Some place none of them had ever been. Amy liked going new places with Reagan, so the older girl always tried to find something different for them to do.

She'd been sitting next to Amy, laughing politely at something Theo had said even though it was barely even funny, when Amy's phone buzzed on the table. The goofy grinning face on the screen said it all.

Karma.

"You're not going to get that, right?" Lauren asked. Reagan knew Lauren didn't like Amy's BFF, hell, anyone who had spent more than five minutes around Amy and her step-sister knew that.

Amy shook her head and declined the call.

Karma called back two minutes later.

And four minutes after that.

And five minutes after that.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Lauren said, as she snatched the phone from Amy and shut it off. "Doesn't she know it's bad form to call your ex when she's on a date?" She tossed the phone back down on the table. "Even if she's not really your ex. But still…"

Lauren trailed off as she noticed the look on Amy's face. She hadn't seen her look like that since the night of the wedding.

Well. Shit.

Reagan turned to Amy, confused, yes, but suddenly understanding oh so much, all at once.

"You two… you and Karma… you were a couple?"

Amy nodded. Then shook her head. Then shrugged.

It was a truthful answer, really.

Lauren and Theo excused themselves, not that Amy or Reagan noticed. Reagan turned fully in her chair, facing Amy, but she crossed her arms across her chest, tucked her feet under the chair. It took Amy fifteen long minutes to go through the whole story.

It was the longest they'd gone without touching since they started dating.

When she was done, Amy stared down at the table, barely holding back tears. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just… I didn't know how."

Reagan nodded. She could understand that. It was a fucking lot to have to share with someone.

But she thought they'd gotten there. She thought they were in that place. Together.

She pulled her coat off the back of the chair and stood. "I need to go," she said. She saw Amy's eyes squeeze shut, spilling the tears she'd been fighting off. "I'm not… this isn't… I just need some time, OK?"

Amy nodded, but Reagan was already in motion. Away from the table. Out the door. Out into the chilly night and away from the restaurant. She saw Lauren and Theo in the parking lot and wanted to call out to them, to tell Lauren to go to her sister, that Amy needed her.

But her mouth was dry and her throat closed up and she just kept moving.

She'd asked for time and Amy gave it to her. Five whole minutes of it.

The blonde caught up to her three blocks from the restaurant. She reached out and grabbed Reagan's arm, pulling her around. She was going for dramatic, aiming to yank her girlfriend into a soulful, mind melting kiss, the kind that said everything her words couldn't.

In typical Amy fashion, she spun Reagan around and watched in horror as her girlfriend - was she still her girlfriend? - slipped and fell onto the sidewalk.

"Shit," Amy yelled as she crouched next to Reagan. "I'm so sorry. That wasn't the plan. I was trying to be all romantic and I just fucked it up which really shouldn't come as a surprise at this point, but I swear Reagan -"

Reagan pressed two fingers against her lips, stilling her.

"Are you still in love with her?" she asked. Reagan was a smart girl. She knew that of everything she'd heard tonight, the only thing that mattered between her and Amy was the answer to two very simple questions.

"Are you still in love with Karma?" she asked again softly. Knowing that if Amy said yes, the second question wouldn't matter.

Amy shook her head. Slowly at first, but then more confidently. She'd known for a while that she was past Karma, past the constant need and ache and maybe not the caring but that would never quite fade, and she wouldn't really want it to.

Reagan took in a deep shuddering breath. She hadn't realized how much she'd wanted that to be the answer.

"Amy," she said, staring at her girlfriend - and yes, she was still that. "Are you in love with me?"

Amy's eyes grew incredibly wide. Reagan knew the look. She'd seen it all over Amy's face the first time they'd kissed, the first time she had slowly tugged her shirt off and laid soft, gentle kisses across her stomach, the first time she's scraped her fingernails up and across Amy's bare back.

She was scared.

She was fucking terrified.

Reagan knew the feeling.

"Amy?" She hoped she'd managed to keep the pleading tone out of her voice.

Amy swallowed once and let out her own slow breath. "Does falling in that direction count?"

Reagan laughed and her shoulders shook and she pulled Amy down onto her. And they sat there like that, giggling and cuddling on the cold sidewalk until their laughter had stilled and Reagan pressed her lips to Amy's and rested their foreheads together.

Yeah, she thought, falling definitely counts.