A few people were wondering what happened with chapter 4 as well as the false update alert and I just wanted to apologize for that. I rewrote this chapter to give one of the main characters a more graceful entrance into the story that will answer a few questions for you guys.

"We need to do this more often." I murmured as I lay my head on Cece's shoulder. "I mean I having Schmidt around is great and all but I miss having us time." I silently thank god that part of Schmidt's job is to schmooze corporate bigwigs.

Cece let out a huge yawn and wrapped her arms around me tightly. "I know babe. I'm sorry."

"I mean it's not a big deal." I murmured against her neck. "I love having Schmidt around. And really you and him are just. Yeah. It's just, yeah"

"You already said that" Cece remarked. God I think the late hour and all the wine is getting into my head.

"Shut up." I yawned, making Cece giggle as my breath hit her neck. "So what ever happened to that dinner that Schmidt had been going on about?"

"He's at it right now silly." She glanced quickly at the time. "What's taking him so long anyway?"

"I was just thinking that." I paused for a second, recollecting my thoughts. "No I mean the one with his old college friend."

"Oh that." She sat silent for a moment. "We never really got to have it. I mean considering his situation I kind of get why he's not up for socializing at the moment."

"Situation?" I slid down the floor a little bit more so that I was more comfortably propped against the couch and Cece's shoulder.

"Wow you really weren't listening that night were you." Cece chuckled lightly. She paused for a moment,"His wife just died. Cancer I think."

I felt a wave of sadness towards the stranger. It must have been devastating to lose someone that dear to you at such a way. "Oh wow."

"Yeah." Cece grasped her phone from the floor and thumbed at the home button sparking it alive, bringing up the familiar picture of her and Schmidt. "It's one of the reasons Schmidt is really insistent on this dinner thing, to get him out and stuff. Apparently he just cut ties with everything in Chicago and moved here. Since then he's just been drowning himself in his work."

I absentmindedly played with a strand of Cece's hair as she simply stared at her phone's wallpaper, her and Schmidt's beaming faces reflecting back at us.

"I'm glad that you're happy. That he makes you so happy." I stretched out my legs and wiggled my sock clad toes, trying to bring some feeling back into them.

"He does." She kissed my temple. "Jess?"

I sat up and let her arms drop to her sides and looked at her questioningly.

"I think he could be the one." She whispered, a bright smile on her lips and a hint of fear in her eyes.

I was momentarily stunned then I lunged at her, wrapping my arms around her tightly and smiled. "That's great Cece. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, babe." She yawned as she let her head drop on my shoulder. I chuckled lightly at our switch in position but said nothing. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already nearly 11. I wonder what's taking Schmidt so long.

We sat down quietly for a while and I glanced at Cece. Her eyes were drooping slightly, but there was still a hint of the bright smile hidden behind her sleepy lips. Happiness suited her well.

Apparently I had said the latter out loud. "Thanks." She muttered sleepily.

"You two are causing me a whole lot of problems right now." A voice suddenly said.

I sat up quickly, my shoulder hitting Cece's head sharply, making her cry out. "Ow. Crap. Sorry." I rubbed my shoulder. Well that definitely broke the somber mood. "We didn't hear you come home." I said accusingly as I glared at Schmidt's smirking face.

"Oh please, I didn't want to let my arrival disrupt whatever it is you two were up to." He said cheekily. He was sitting by the kitchen table with his tie undone and was in the process of taking off his shoes.

"Oh shut up Schmidt." Cece groaned as she reached both her arms out towards him. He got one shoe off and used his sock clad foot to kick off the remaining one before making his way towards us.

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her actions as he wrapped an arm under hers and effortlessly took her into his arms and placed her in his lap as he sat down on the couch behind me. "So what shenanigans were you two up to while I was gone?"

"You know, naked pillow fights, lots of wine. It escalated pretty quickly." I stated with a straight face.

Schmidt began choking, startling the half-asleep Cece, making me laugh. "Oh my god you should've seen your face right then."

He glared at me as Cece once again relaxed against him, placing her head on the crook of his neck. It wasn't easy to miss his glare immediately softening at her action.

"So how long have you been creepily spying on us?" I asked him, once I've managed to quiet down.

"Not that long." He whispered, a bright smile appearing on his face.

I watched him for a while, as he lovingly looked at Cece, wondering how much of our earlier conversation he heard. There's no question to how Schmidt feels about Cece. He's been head over heels for her ever since I have met him and I would wager a guess that he's felt that way about her ever since he's met her. You'd be a blind deuce not to notice that.

Somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that he was softly running his thumb across the fourth finger of her left hand.

"I probably shouldn't have had all that wine." I muttered glumly, remembering the spring fair that we planned as a fundraising event for the kids tomorrow. I let my head fall onto the couch with a groan.

"Probably." He replied, grinning at me softly. "What time is your fair thing again?"

"Okay first of all. It's the Springapalooza."

"Adding -palooza to a word does not make it any more appealing." He quickly inserted.

I maturely stuck my tongue out at him and continued. "and secondly you and Cece promised to help me set up the first grade booth. So we all have to be there at around 9am and I'm holding you both to that promise."

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly at me.

"If that's the case then if you don't mind, Jessica. I need to take this lovely lady to bed." He said. I nodded as he stood up, taking her sleeping form with him. He bent down a bit and I swatted his hand away as he attempted to ruffle my hair, giving me a faceful of Cece's in the process.

"Get out of here you two!" I giggled softly as I watched Schmidt carry Cece away towards their room.

I want that. I want the intimacy that they have. I want the easy going nature of their relationship. God damnit I want someone to carry me to my bed!

I sighed as I groggily stood up, switching off the tv and hitting the lights as I stretched my legs. It had gone a tad numb after sitting on the floor with Cece for so long.

I made my way to my room trying not to let my mind drift to the other people who would be attending the fair tomorrow; like a specific parent of a student of hers.

I opened the door, not even bothering to turn the light on and dropped onto my bed, ever thankful that I was already wearing pajamas.

I can do this. If I can just survive tomorrow; I can do anything.

It didn't take long before sleep finally overtook me.

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