Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C. and obviously don't own the lyrics at the beginning, those are from Let Go by Frou Frou.

So, let go, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

Seth sat on the couch in the living room, unable to focus on his paperwork. He had been sitting there since 7:30, not know what else to do. Summer had him put Emma to bed and she had disappeared into their bedroom, not coming out since. He figured she had gone to sleep and he decided to just leave her be.

He threw down the pile of papers, unable to look at them any longer. He needed to do something else, anything else, as long as it took his mind off of his failing marriage. He picked the newspaper that was on the coffee table in front of him. He skimmed it for a few minutes, having already read what interested him earlier that day. Finally he came across the crossword puzzle and decided to have a go at it.

Seth sighed. His mind immediately thought of the word anniversary, as that was all that had really been on his mind as of late. He wrote the word in then went on to the next one.

Seth groaned throwing the crossword puzzle down. Crosswords weren't really his thing anyways. He looked around the living room, wanting to find some other form of entertainment. His eyes rested on the remote control and he picked it up. He didn't really watch a lot of television as of late, so he wasn't too sure what was on. He decided to turn the TV on just to see if there was anything good.

"Crap. Worse than crap," Seth muttered as he flipped through the channels. "Oh, boy just what I want to watch, how to get great abs!"

He flipped through a few more times, until realizing that it was a waste of his time and turned it off. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes and just started to think.

Summer was the first thought that came into his mind. He was trying to figure out what had happened to the two of them. They had been perfect-well almost perfect. Now all of this was going on and he didn't know what happened to what they once were. He shouldn't have forgotten their anniversary, that was a given. But he couldn't really figure out why else Summer was so mad, because she couldn't have been that mad at him just for forgetting. He tried to think back to the scarce conversations they had been having the past few days, not really remembering her saying anything. Something Ryan had said earlier that day did stick out in his mind…something about him getting home from work on time.

That was when he realized that it was probably because of work. He even had to admit that the workload was getting worse as of late, causing him to be later. That was probably it.

He stood up and decided he was going to go and talk to her. He was going to go to their room and tell her that he loved her and that he was sorry and he was going to try harder and maybe add a few other things, just because. He started to head up the stairs, intending to go and talk to her right away. He had his hand on the doorknob and running through his mind was what he was going to say to Summer.

That was when he heard the loud sound of thunder. He closed his eyes for a minute, hoping that just this once it would go unnoticed. Of course though, his hopes were crushed when he heard soft cries coming from the next room. He sighed, knowing talking to Summer was going to have to wait.

Seth quietly opened the door to Emma's room and saw her sitting up in her bed, clutching her favorite teddy bear, and crying.

"Daddy!" she climbed into his lap as he sat down on her bed.

"Shh, Emma, it's all right," he slowly rocked her back and forth.

Another loud crash from the sky was heard and she cried harder. Seth knew that she wasn't going to calm down until the storm was over, unless he did what he always did. He had to sing to her, something that had been able to calm her down since she was just a baby. For some reason, it had always worked, though only for him, never with Summer.

As he started singing softly to her, he thought back to that first night that he sang to his little girl.

"Seth," Summer groaned over Emma's loud cries.

"What?" Seth replied, not enjoying being interrupted especially when he was having a particularly nice dream.

"Go please."

"Why?" Seth whined.

"Because I'm exhausted and have barely slept at all in the past few days as someone keeps giving me the excuse that he has to work the next day."

"I have to work tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's Sunday. There's no way you're getting out of this one," Summer replied, hitting him with her pillow. "Just go."

Seth got up, realizing it was a lost battle. He trudged out of the room and into the next room. He looked at the wailing baby for a moment before picking her up.

"Hey baby girl," he said. "Wanna stop crying so I can go back to bed?"

The obvious response he got was more crying. He sighed heavily, trying to think of what to do. He hadn't really done this much yet, it was still new to him. He was afraid of dropping her or doing something wrong still. Summer had reassured him that he would be fine, that he would be a great dad. That was easy for her to say, considering she was already acting like the perfect mother.

He rocked the little baby, trying to make the crying stop. He softly started singing, just an Death Cab song that had been stuck in his head all day. Normally, he was not much of a singing, but at this moment he was so exhausted, it didn't matter to him.

As he continued singing, he noticed that Emma's cries were growing softer. He stopped for a minute and they grew louder again. He sang again, louder this time and her cries almost completely subsided.

"So my singing makes your tears stop? Well usually they have the opposite affect on people, but hey, whatever works."

He sang, he didn't know for how long, but he just kept on going. Finally he realized that the crying had stopped and he looked down at his daughter to see her now sleeping soundly. He moved quickly, placing her back down and just watched her for a minute.

"Goodnight baby girl."

He quietly left the room and went back to his bed. He laid down and kissed Summer's cheek softly and wrapping his arm around her. She opened her eyes and looked over at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Seth apologized softly, hoping she wasn't mad.A tired, angry Summer was something that he really didn't want to experince tonight.

"No, I was up. I wanted to make sure that you didn't do anything destructive to our child," Summer commented.

"Then why didn't you just get up and take care of her if you didn't trust me?"

"Because I was really enjoying listening to you sing to her."

Seth cleared his throat. "You heard that?"

"Baby monitor was on the whole time."

"Ah, of course. Should have thought of that before I started singing," Seth said.

"No, I thought it was really cute," Summer replied. "You were great with her."

"Thanks," Seth said as he yawned loudly. Both he and Summer settled down to sleep, but as he was just about to fall asleep he thought of something.

"Summer?"

"Mhmm?"

"Our daughter has great taste in music."

The storm outside continued, so Seth kept on singing. He would sing until the storm blew over or until she fell asleep, whichever came first. He would do anything to make sure his baby girl was okay.
Summer tossed and turned in her bed, unable to actually fall asleep. Seth had yet to come to bed, which was hurting her more than when he was out instead of with her.

She laid in bed for a minute and just listened to the wind blowing outside. She soon heard the soft sound of the rain hitting the house and got up. She walked to the window and opened it, the smell of the rain filling her nostrils. She loved that smell. It was so refreshing. She loved the smell of the rain, the sound of it, everything about it. Most people couldn't stand the rain, but she had grown to love it.

That was when she saw the large flash of lightning, followed by the loud boom of thunder. Her mind immediately went to Emma, who hated thunderstorms. She knew that if she went in there to try and calm her down, her attempts would be futile. No one was able to calm her down except for Seth. She could try for hours but it wouldn't work until her daddy came and sang to her.

Summer went to her room anyways, figuring she could make an attempt. She opened the door quietly and was about to enter when a sight took her by surprise.

Seth was sitting on Emma's bed, holding her in his arms and singing to her. She could tell that Emma was still awake as her eyes were wide and alert, but she wasn't crying though her face was tear stained.

Summer decided to not go in but just stood and watched the two interact. She loved doing that. Emma was her daddy's little girl, it showed when they were together. She loved when he sang to her, it was so sweet and adorable. It was one of her favorite pastimes.

She didn't know how long she stood in the door for, she just didn't move from her spot. She knew that when the storm blew over and Emma had fallen asleep that it had been a while.

Seth tucked Emma in her bed, kissing her again. He headed to the door where he was surprised to see that Summer was standing, watching him. He gave her a questioning look and she just smiled at him, then turned and walked out of the room, Seth followed, softly shutting Emma's door behind him.

"How long were you there for?" Seth asked.

Summer looked at him. He had a tired look in his eyes and his hair was all over the place. He looked different, but in a good way. He didn't look like the guy he had been for the past few months, he looked like her Cohen.

While Summer was thinking about this all, something inside of her let go of everything. Everything that had happened in the past few months she let go of.

Without a moment of hesitation, Summer pressed her lips to his. Seth was surprised, but he didn't pull away from her, instead deepening the kiss. As things intensified, Seth slowly took control and lead Summer into their bedroom, shutting everything else out.

"…and then there was a more theatrical part of the dream where we all dancing with flashlights and our names appeared on the ceiling."

Summer smiled slightly as she rested her head on Seth, listening to him tell her all about some random dreams he had been having lately. She was just listening, not saying a thing to him in response.

She had missed this. Just listening to him ramble on about the most random things in the world, however annoying it eventually got, she loved to just hear him, or at least tonight. Maybe it was because of the lack of talking between the two as of late or because she possibly deep down really did love this all, she wasn't sure.

She was loving every minute she was just spending with him. Even if it only lasted a night because at that moment, she was okay with it. She would be okay with it just because if only for a night, he was her Cohen again.